Better Me

CHAPTER 9

• Throwback to the past
Yàkov's Pov - creds to Jia for the idea!!>< (Ml)
- creds to Nico for the name idea^^
- no, alex. U can't marry him yet.

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"Mama, mama! One day, when I grow up, I'm gonna be a scientist!! A really good scientist that does MAGIC!!!"
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The reminiscing memories rang through my mind as the tormenting text stood tall against my phone screen.

It said:
"Hey, son. This is mom. I saw you on the newspaper! You're a genius for conducting that emotion-split experiment. Did you already hear that multiple people are fussing about wanting to get it done on them, too?!"

...My mother's text held the enthusiasm of an academic achiever receiving a praise.

Has she forgotten that she'd disowned me?

Has she forgotten the excruciating ultimatum she delivered to me?

"What do you MEAN you're gonna go to another lab just to fulfill this silly dream of yours?! Just because your father succeeded, doesn't mean that you will."

Has she forgotten that?

"Yàkov Oprichnikova, walk out that door, and you are no longer my son."

How could she forget THAT?
How could she forget that she's the only reason I altered my conscience and manipulated myself that what I was doing was right?

She's the reason for it all. She's the reason I started this distress & happiness division bullshit.

I wanted to divide myself.
I should've,
And I could've.

But alas, a scientist's hypothesis must be proven to be true, sustainable, and safe.

So with that, I used my stepson as a test subject.

His mother was basically nothing to me. Manipulating her was like taking candy from a fucking baby. She's nothing more than another piece of pussy for me to enter and exit.

Why did I fall for her again?
Oh shit,
I didn't.

Part of my plan was to find a test subject that didn't have any blackmail material against me, or any relative ties with me. Azrael's mother was initially my target, but she ended up peer pressuring me into marrying her instead.

So? Why didn't I just use HER then?

Reasons:
1. She's not healthy enough to entertain the side effects that'll be casted into her body for a month.
2. Who's gonna be her other half? No fucking way it's gonna be me.
3. People are gonna go after me once they find out my "significant other" is acting weird at her job.

And that is already gonna ruin my future career.

I'm glad I didn't risk it.

My stepson's been hanging out with this girl most of the time, and he obviously has a thing for her. It pained me to separate the two lovebirds.

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"Dad- I mean, stepfather, this is Xevera. She's a friend I met at the orchestra."
Azrael smiled at me meekily as he introduced the girl beside him. She looked equally as shy, but more afraid.

I stared down at them, scrutinizing every single feature and fiber they inherited in their body.

They had a lot of features. Especially moles.

Azrael had a mole next to his left eye, and Xevera had a mole next to her right eye.

How cute.
They truly are meant to be together.

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The memory flashed through my mind as I hummed through the streets, umbrella in hand.

The rain drops erupting from the sky's clouds cascaded down the curve of my umbrella as my shoes interrupted the subtle ripples they formed on the thinly flooded cement.

Maybe I should visit the two emotions next time

Just to see how they're holding up.