He Was Almost Absorbed By The System - Part Two

Chapter One Hundred And Sixty Eight - The Body Reformation Plan

Kyan opened his eyes to a beam of light that pierced through thick, velvet curtains onto his new form. It burned through his retina and inflamed his already throbbing head. His stomach turned and he rolled from his bed, eyes flickering swiftly over his surroundings only to fall upon a chamberpot. Into this he emptied his guts until nothing but bile spilled from his throat. This process took several minutes and all he could do was clutch at the rip of the foul smelling pot until the heaving ceased.

"Milord, you are awake?"

The young man peered through bloodshot eyes and glanced at the man before him. The man wore a tailed suit, perfectly tailored to his body, with brass buttons upon the waistcoat and jacket. A small eyeglass was adorning his left eye as he glanced down at Kyan. The youth blinked and replied carefully.

"I am awake." With no System to tell him what cannon fodder he had been reborn into and with the memories dying with the original, he was at a loss and could only carefully proceed from here. He vaguely wondered into what form Yin would morph into and what aid he could expect from it.

"Do you wish to partake of a bath now, milord?" The butler asked politely. Kyan admired his stoic expression. Were their roles reversed, he doubted he would keep his nose from curling due to the unpleasant smells not only emanating from this chamberpot, but from his body as well. "Or would you prefer breakfast?"

Kyan did not need to ask why the butler would assume to ask the later, his plentiful flesh spoke for itself. This would be a tough body to work with. It had been a long time since he had moved so many pounds at once, he was unused to it. "A bath," he told the man, shortly.

"Very good, sir," the butler stated and moved to do his bidding.

In the meantime, Kyan pushed himself away from the chamberpot onto his large bottom and poked at the fleshy rolls with an inward sigh.

The corruption Yin had described was swift moving and would likely destroy the file within ten years of his entry into this life. Although, they did not know what sort of form the corruption had taken, it would obviously not be a small problem like the reproduction potion nor a quiet problem like the fertility one, he felt. And this body was a disadvantage at best. Granted, if it was like the corruption in the Helixia galaxy, no matter what his shell, he would be unable to stop it regardless.

First, lose weight and get fit, he decided. Then find Aidan and figure out what to do from there. As his lover crossed his mind, he patted the bubbling fat once more and his thoughts turned vain. Definitely, lose weight.

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Aidan's reaction to waking up in his new body followed a similar vein as his husband's. He rolled from the dank and dirty sheets upon the thin mattress of his bed, to find the pisspot and puke into it. He did not vomit quite so long, the contents of his stomach were lacking anything solid, however once he had finished, his body shook violently and the urge to seek the warmth of wine surged through him.

Startled that he had even a remnant of reaction from the original, he forced down the cravings to crawl shakily to the sink within his small home. He turned the copper taps, the pipes creaked in response before cold water spilled from them. He washed the grime from his stick thin arms and hollow face, before glancing up at the tiny mirror upon the wall.

He was greeted by the face of a haunted boy, his skin was paler than snow and his eyes deeply inset into shadowed circles. His bones were prominent as he was way too thin. The hair upon his head and face was straggly, unhealthy and greasy. He glanced away to seek a razor, but seeing how his hands shook, realised that shaving at this moment would be unwise.