The concept of reincarnation was no stranger to me. You could find it everywhere you looked in the the twenty-first century; television, novels, manga, and animation. Ironically, reincarnation or transmigration was my favorite trope.
I had always im...
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William stares at the retreating figure of the soon-to-be-dead butler. The noble lad congratulated himself on his effective acting. He bets that such a once-in-a-lifetime performance would make his acting teacher very proud. William sighed before shifting his attention to the trio behind him. Their silence made William feel uncomfortable but he keeps his stoic expression before it contorted into a smug one.
"Do not think my words were something to consider. I simply defended our Moriarty name. You are here because of noblesse oblige and nothing else" William said in a condescending tone.
The reaction he received varied. Albert furrowed his eyebrows at his younger brother's behaviour, Louis slightly frowned at the words and the blond genius stayed silent.
William left the scene and to his room. The maids bowed to William. He took off his hat, and plopped onto his soft bed. His empty caramel eyes stared at the ceiling. A slight throb twisted his gut.
"I miss my mum's cooking..." Willaim muttered out of the blue.
"...and dad's dry sense of humour. I miss the internet. I miss my Sebastian dakimakura. Shit, I haven't taught my mum how to use her new computer" When dying, Akku never shed a tear but he did curse himself for daydreaming about Gojo Satoru's majestic hair that day.
Actually, no, he did not regret it.
Oh well, he's here now... reborn into the world of strict class stratification... into a character who treated the people of the lower class like shit... who has a brother that hates him... who will turn him into a cooked shish kabob... yeah... William is all Gucci. Yet, William was grateful.
Always be grateful, Akku.
William sat up from his bed to yank his journal from the drawer. He scanned through the pages, examining the events that suppose to unfold, 'Lady Moriarty... By spending some time with her, I thought I could at least decrease her misery by a little. Which I believe is working! I haven't heard her yelling or shouting at the orphan boys for the past weeks'
Unfortunately, boy thought too soon.
"...noblesse obliges, that is why you have the privilege of living here!"
Amidst his thoughts, William heard a commotion that startled him. He hurriedly left his room with his journal in hand to check on the voice which led him to Lady Moriarty's room. Raising his brow, William took a peak inside to see his mother shouting at the blond lad, 'She looked so happy though... Who dared to disturb my progress with her? Do not tell me... that old cheating fart! Ugh! Couldn't he keep it in his pants?'
"In our lavish home, while you stomp our floor with your dirt and filth! A dirty peasant like you should not dare to call a noble like me as your mother!" Lady Moriarty hissed at the last word as she snapped at the orphan boy. Before moments ago, she argued with his husband about spending his time with the Duchess. Lady Moriarty could see in his eyes that he is smitten with that blond woman. Lady Moriarty tried to calm her nerves by reading a book recommended by her precious boy. However, hearing the orphan boy calling her 'mother' at an unfortunate time, made her throw her frustration at him.
