Hanau hou : The reborn

01

¡Mature language ahead! A lot of fucks by the way, Oliver seems to love that word.

Oliver woke up to hear screaming. His body felt strange, almost alien, but he had no time to dwell on it. Disoriented, he forced himself to focus.

He overheard angry voices discussing what to do with someone named Elijah, who hadn't paid the lease in three months and refused to open the door despite their persistent knocking.

He dragged himself out of bed, each movement eliciting a protest from his aching body. His surroundings were bewilderingly unfamiliar, filled with a sense of dread.

His eyes scanned the room. It resembled a home, yet it was foreign—a bed, personal items scattered everywhere, a thick layer of neglect coating everything. Panic set in as a terrifying thought struck him.

Had he been kidnapped?

"Oh fuck, was I kidnapped?" Oliver's voice trembled. "But who would kidnap me? Oliver-no-money-to-his-name."

He moved cautiously around the apartment, which felt more like a prison. The place was a disaster zone—clothes thrown haphazardly, empty liquor bottles rolling about, a putrid smell assaulting his senses.

He stubbed his toe on a chair. "Fuck!" he exclaimed, wincing in pain. "Wait... This isn't my voice."

That explained the strange environment, the shouting about Elijah, the lethargy weighing down his body. Something was very different. Almost like it wasn't his body.

The room was a chaotic mess. Dirty and disorganized. Clothes littered the floor, bottles of liquor lay strewn about, and the air was thick with a nauseating stench.

This room was completely unfamiliar. Where were his posters of fictional men? Why was it so filthy, and why were there bottles of alcohol on the floor? He didn't even like alcohol!

'I was going home... I missed the bus... Wait! That car! It hit me!'

His eyes widened, his body trembling. He remembered being struck by something. The intense pain. The sensation of his soul being ripped from his body.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, I died, didn't I?" Oliver's panic escalated. He had died, but somehow, he was alive. Where was he? Heaven? Hell?

Desperately needing a mirror, he frantically searched the room. Spotting one, he grabbed it and froze. Golden eyes stared back at him.

"Are you fucking kidding me?! This isn't me or my body... where are my glasses or my brown eyes?" He rubbed his eyes, hoping to dispel the illusion, but the reflection remained unchanged.

"Oh my fucking god, oh my fucking god," he muttered, pacing the room and avoiding the bottles. 'This must be a hallucination! Euphoria-like day, yeah, definitely. Must still be under anesthesia or something.'

He touched his body, frowning at how skinny it felt. Too skinny.

"Open the door! This is your last chance! I repeat, if you don't open the door, it will be worse for you!" A loud yell shattered his thoughts.

Still scared and not thinking clearly, Oliver opened the door.

"Finally," a towering man glared down at Oliver. "Elijah Smith, the disowned son of one of the wealthiest families in the world. Now poor as dirt, finally opens the door after three months of knocking. What a surprise!"

"Elijah Smith?" It sounded insane. The villain of "Hanau Hou," who was supposed to be dead, was now him. Oliver was completely losing it!

"Yeah, Elijah Smith, 23 years old, and now a man without a place to call home. You haven't paid rent for three months. Either get out or pay up right now," the man's voice was rough, brimming with anger.

Oliver—no, Elijah—snapped out of his stupor. It couldn't be his first day in a new body and be immediately homeless. That would be too cruel.

He scrambled to find money, searching every corner. There was no money. No-fucking-money. Nothing, nada.

'Great, out of one poor body into another. What am I, a poor-body magnet or what?'

The landlord silently communicated with his guards, instructing them to throw Elijah out.

"Wait! We can talk this out! No! Don't touch me, scary-voice-sir!" Oliver panicked, realizing that this body had no money or job. He was now homeless.

'He must be finishing university, right? Yeah, Elijah was written to be smart, right? What a shame that I'm dumb! Sorry, Elijah. Anyway, back to them.'

Still being thrown out, Elijah's belongings weren't following him. He was now homeless without anything to his name.

"And don't you ever come back here!" the landlord yelled, his anger abating slightly.

"Wait, my things!" Oliver's voice was filled with desperation as the door slammed shut in his face. "Oh, fuck. I'm definitely fucked."

He tried to calm down, but he was in a new body, already kicked out with nothing to his name. How could things get worse?

His phone rang. Wait, phone?

Oliver fumbled with the phone, surprisingly remembering the password. He saw messages from his parents.

Mommy - 6:38 am

Elijah, don't contact us again. We will not take you back. We don't care if you want to be with us again. Don't contact us. Bye, Elijah. You're an embarrassment.

Daddy - 6:40 am

Elijah, stop this. You're not even him. Don't act like it.

Oop, well, mommy and daddy dearest not so dear anymore. So, Oliver is fucked. No parents to leech off, no friends to ask favors, no job, and no money.

He needed a job and quick. But finding a job without experience, looking like he did, was almost impossible.

An epiphany hit him: Elijah was still studying. He could try to stay on campus. Campus meant a place to stay and food. But money? How could he pay for it?

'Wait, if you pay university for a year and he was kicked out five months ago, his parents had already paid for the year. So he had seven months to solve this. I can do this.'

Oliver finally had a solution to his problem. What a pity only the writer knows the trouble that awaits him, and maybe even love?

"Well, if I can't get a job, let's get to that university then," Oliver said, glad he had some kind of plan.

And so, his search for his old-new university started.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed the first chapter! I had so much fun while writing it, I still don't have an update schedule and if there are any mistakes please point them out.

English is not my mother tongue but I hope this can be read with you guys understanding it. ¡Happy reading!!