I never did quite make that many freinds, I just can't it's not in my nature , im not anti social, I'm definitely no introvert, I'm just not the friendly type.
In my past life I was never even on good
Terms with my own father of course I never learnt how to make buddy's.
Instead I quickly learnt to fend for myself and somewhere along the way I guess I also obtained the know how on how to take advantage of idiots, quite an imperative ability if I do say so myself.
I may not have been blessed with riches or social status but I did have good looks, it is a known fact that attractive people are more likely to get hired, recieve better evaluations and get paid more, etc…
Not only that but…
It way easier to lie, I mean it's hard not to beileve the young handsome boy, with flowing blonde locks, gift wrapped in a £300 taylored suit.
I quickly picked up It was all in the appearance, after all if I could look the part I was half way there. I was no member of high society but I sure do look like one.
Why am I saying all this? Well for many life starts when they are born, for me I never truly felt alive until I made my first Pound.
The High of earning money isn't something that could be replicated by shooting up drugs or even the thrill of competitive sports.
The Rush I get when counting money, the feeling I get from successfuly swindling someone and the pleasure seeing the number on my bank account grow larger was what I lived for.
I was never the athletic one or even book smart unlike my INT stat would suggest,
I just knew how to play the game, the game of life and I made sure to put myself in positions I knew I could always win.
I drained,stole and pillaged the most out of every situation and person I possibly could. I was the closest you could get to being a Vampire in my old world, probably why Dracula picked me of all people to be his Champion.
Some would say I failed at just about everything there was to fail in life, I had no meaningful connections, I didn't care about anyone and no one cared about me. I can't imagine I had a grand funeral or anything.
I beg to differ I found my respite in Pound coins obviously, but also various Japanese cartoons and games.
No one knew that though.
Now I was the real deal a real life vampire in one of my favourite TV shows with the name of one of my favourite characters something a person could only dream of on Earth.
Now that im here I can't help but worry, Money is almost worthless here, sure I could still get flashy jewellery and a big mansion but from what I observed the only true marker of being successful in this Universe was, power and I needed it quickly.
I not only have to find a way to defeat the 10-tails or even prevent it, but I also have to somehow beat the Otsosuski which I was know where near strong enough now to even think about.
Enough of that though, now that I'm on the topic of money and my past life how exactly did it all begin…
"Wake up you little shit you have school!"
A gruff voice come booming from downstairs and immediately my eyes dart open.
No,no,no, what's going on that gruff, gravely voice was none other than my fathers, I was in my childhood home.
My childhood home in London, what's going on?
I get up and methodically do my morning, stretches, shower, teeth and get dressed in old dirty plain clothes, nothing speacial just a white tee and plain grey joggers with holes in them.
The man who's is meant to be my father grabs me by my neck with his grubby unwashed hands and throws me out the front door.
I remember this period of my life so vividly, where it was complete and utter shit.
I didn't have a penny to my name, I lived with that deranged fool who im meant to call my Dad, it was just bad in general I got bullied at school and yeah even before I went through the experiences that moulded me into the person I was now I had no freinds, even as a innocent young boy.
Probably due to me looking homeless to be honest who wanted to be freinds with the stinky holes kid.
No amount of showering could cover up the stench caused by my clothes, Lord knows the last time the hole riddled things saw a washing machine.
I safely make my way to my old school as quickly as I can and I'm greeted with sneers and stares from my peers.
I put my head down and fight back the earge to have a mental breakdown.
My first class was physical education though I didn't bring any gym clothes so I was excused from taking part.
No one cared enough to notice me staying behind in the changing room, the Louis Vuitton bag of some rich spoiled girl caught my eye.
I remember now this all brings back memories, I was sad and just wanted a chocolate to cheer me up as any boy that age would so I done the rightful thing and stole some change from this girls bag.
It was her own fault for leaving a Louis Vuitton bag filled with various notes and coins in the same room as myself, even if it was the prebuescent version.
I can't help but chuckle, at the time I originally done this I thought I was pulling of a heist or something, but this is simply nothing.
I do exactly as I remember doing I walk over and reach into the back making sure to only take a unnoticeable amount of coins, any amount is probably unnoticeable to this girl who is dumb, or rich, enough to bring in a £1000 bag for no reason.
After that my day goes as any typical day would at this point in my life just getting on with my school day, alone, but after school I go to the store and get a bar of some off brand chocolate bar.
I pay a Burly Middle Eastern man with the cash I borrowed from earlier and walk out with my spoils.
The packaging was blue in colour and had golden letters on the front which spelt out the name of some company.
Paying no mind to it Tear it open and don't even boffer with putting anything in the bin I discard any of the destroyed wrapper on the ground.
I start to eye up this rectangle of brown goodness and break off a couple of pieces I waste no more time and fill my mouth with the caloric dense chunks of cacao.
I see now why these mounds of creaminess where enough to put me on a path of stealing and scamming this even made my day now with the mind of an adult, obviously if I was a child this would be the best thing invented since the wheel, steal some buy a chocolate bar, simple.
I didn't stop at change though.
I hear a loud ring that snaps me out of the sugar induced trance, the cake from what feels like know where but i could here it from everywhere, coming from every angle.
Suddenly I'm pulled back to my bed in my new house in konoha, the sound was my state of the art will of fire alarm clock, shaped just like a fire, I guess.
I sit up and look around my bed sheets were drenched in sweat and my mouth was as dry as the dunes of the Sand Village, peering outside it looks like the sun was just rising.
Thank God, or should I say Dracula that, that was a dream re living my miserable childhood would have been nothing short of torture.
I ignore my usual morning routine, leave my bed unmade, I keep on my pajamas, boxers, plain vest and obviously I don't wear any shoes in bed so my disgusting veiny toes were out in plain veiw.
I head downstairs to pour myself a lukewarm glass of water and head into my back garden.
The crisp air comes to meet my face and I feel my once tense muscles relax, taking swigs of my water which was very much needed I sooth the dehydrated feeling in my mouth.
Bringing the centre of attention from my need of water to my current situation I begin to reflect, this is my second chance at life.
Although I can't help but shed a tear really that dream only served as further proof of me hanging onto the baggage of my previous life.
No matter how hard I tried I could never shake off the gloomy memories of my childhood on the other hand those memories are what makes me who I am today so I try and not dwell, but I just can't let go.
I have a much better starting point than what I did on Earth.
Everythings gonna be alright here I have a nice little home, I'm stronger, even a little bit smarter and most importantly I'm blessed by Dracula for crying out loud.
I could spout all I want about one day being strong enough to survive that monster the 10-tails but at the moment I was just as strong as a teenage boy a civilian teenage boy at that.
I take a long deep sigh and just start staring at the ground I wasn't thinking about anything, nothing at all, sometimes a little bit of silence goes a long way and now that I have so much free time it was only right I enjoyed the peace whilst I could.
The torrent of cold, unforgiving rain hitting my milky, supple skin is enough to summon me from realm of thought and back into the real world…