Blood: Journey Through The Omniverse

A Cliche Start

(A/N): I start this fanfiction to practice for writing my own original that im currently writing and to have fun, I don't mind criticism, and nothing is perfect, English is not my first language, but I hate that excuse; so let's get this started.

I have seen very few good harem stories, I want to see if I can pull it off.

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Koyomi Espada was a half-Japanese, he was a half-Mexican old man.

He looked at the cake before him which his son Dane bought for him prior, as he lit the three candles, it was a large cheesecake; with the topper being a picture of the Doom Slayer guy fist bumping the Master chief, and it was the number 106.

Koyomi looks on as his son; or more like his last remaining child and his eldest offspring light the candles with excitement.

The cake topper sure brought back good memories, both happy and frustrated ones at that, but happy nonetheless, looking on at his two childhood heroes sure made him happy, the Doom guy, and the legendary master chief himself sure fill him with joy, normally he is too old for games and anime, but with all honesty there were his roots, the embodiment of his childhood, and the incarnation of his happiness.

And speaking of happiness, he look at his son Dane, the lad was already an old coot like himself, a rusty nail just like him.

He had brown eyes, the most common color like his own, but traces of his once beautiful blonde hair like his mother could still be seen, albeit its pigmentation was fading, as now it was mostly grey with time.

He wore a simple blue shirt and black short pants, his hair reach his neck, and he had white skin now plastered with age spots, as his body had few wrinkles, not as much as he had but still enough to represent his age.

"Alright. Hurry blow out the candle Dad before the wax melt."

"Of course don't forget to make a wish."

Dane said with a smile pushing the large cake closer to Koyomi as he sat around the hall table.

Koyomi smiles once more replying as such.

"Yes, yes. We both know you just want to stuff your face."

Dane chuckled a little, rubbing the back of his head embarrassingly; meanwhile, Koyomi slowly bend down to blow out the candle as he said to himself.

'A wish ha? How childish; well im already thankful that I even reach 106 years of age, to begin with; not even my wife Sodav manage to reach her seventies, she died of breast cancer at sixty-two, im practically just living by the will of God, back in my day we say anyone that lives for this long is just surviving on borrowed time; hehehe good times.'

Koyomi said with an intrigued smile.

But if he had to be honest with himself then he would ask for nothing more than to relive his childhood, he wanted to experience all the joy of his life, he could remember all the hype of his childhood the first time he watch Goku and Piccolo fight, or when he watched his first isekai; how could he forget the goat itami, and Rory Mercury.

One Piece wasn't his favorite but he had to acknowledge Zoro for his badassery, bleach of course was another one of the highlights of his younger days, but overall games and anime as a whole were what he longed for if he could forget all the anime and experience them once again, then that's all he would wish for; as that would be the ultimate re-watch.

Hell maybe even living in all of them would be a wish like no other, although it was a childish wish but a man can dream dream.

After all, he wanted to see it,  experience it, yes he wanted the rush of experiencing the first Getsuga, the first Kamehameha, what one thousand minus seven? Namjala latak, even the simple annoying but cute catchphrase of a certain character Tu tu ru, was an epic if not treasured memory of his childhood.