Training, fangirls and a strange dizzy feeling...
Well, he truly was cute. The blush on his cheeks and the way the words seemed to evade him, was quite adorable. I could literally feel fate’s and love’s intervention here. I, as Death Master wasn´t the only immortal walking the different planes. Oh, no fate had a physical representative as well. As had love. We were all wandering the different worlds, being born repeatedly. Reincarnated, where we were most needed, where the fabric of the universe was about to rip. Each with a unique skillset. Though we weren´t always close to each other, we were still watching out for each other. Therefore, in each life I would meet my soulmate, I was thankful. Loneliness was the worst. My soulmate is reincarnated with me, but only sometimes regains some of the memories. I would never know how my soulmate looked, which gender they had or which profession or beliefs they held. A lot was decided by his or her upbringing, the decisions they had to make and the obstacles they faced. Another plus, because this makes falling in love again and again much more exciting. There was always more to learn, more to discover of my soulmate. There was one thing that every reincarnation shared: Intense, unwavering love and support for me. I knew from the moment I saw them and in this life, Gideon de Villiers, was my soulmate. Well then, shady organisation here I come. Though I had the inkling that Charlotte wasn´t the one with the genetic defect anyway, because that would just be such a Harry fucking Potter thing. Let´s throw him without any kind of training into dangerous situations. Because why shouldn’t he survive? He is Harry Potter, the Chosen one! Urgh! But I was prepared, take that Potter-luck!
My dreams were full of my past lives, full of my soulmate. I woke up in a good mood and decided to make the best out of today. I put on my workout clothes and went jogging. A few years ago, read when I was seven, I found this nice old dojo, twenty minutes from home. It was run by a strict old man. We became good friends quick. First, he wanted to throw me out, but as soon as we got talking, he noticed my knowledge in all things tactical, martial arts and various other things. By the time I had found him, I had already trained for two years. In each life, if nothing too drastic, like being a ninja, happened, I started training with five. Until I was five, my time was spent getting acquainted with the new world. Therefore, I was able to demonstrate some of my marital arts. I had made a point in learning something new in each reincarnation. The old man’s own martial arts style fit right into the category. By now I had long gotten my own key for the dojo and could use it without him supervising.
School was usually boring. Why was I always forced to deal with it? At least the teachers knew to leave me alone, even if they thought I wasn´t listening I always had the right answer for their questions, no matter how difficult and I always aced my exams… So there was no point in trying to make me take part in the lessons. Leslie was calling me the lazy genius. Well I had an almost eidetic memory and was old. For the other students I was the unruffled untouchable handsome king, or something. Yes, to my chagrin I was damn popular with the girls. Though they only were brave enough to confess their love for me with group support. I wasn´t that scary. I helped, where it was needed. Maybe my humour was the problem? Today was slightly different though, because today was my birthday. I had forgotten…but who can blame me. I have a different birthday each life. Leslie congratulated me right at the front gate and the rest of the day brave classmates wished me a happy birthday as well. My fangirls brought me gifts too, while still sticking together in squads. The fainting was fucking hilarious.
After if came back from school, I found Maddie knitting in the living room. Deciding to find out a bit more about this shady organisation my soulmate was part of, I sat down next to her on the couch.
“Grandma Maddie, what can you tell me about this genetic defect? Is it possible someone else in the family has it, instead of Charlotte?”
Shaking her head, she explained: “No, the date the child with the gene would be born, was calculated by Mr Newton.”
“Mr Newton? Our milkman?”
She grinned, clearly understanding, that I was simply shitting her.
“Mr Isaac Newton, the physicist.”
“And what exactly does the organisation?”
“They help the time travellers with the time travelling.”
Wow, that was specific. For a short moment, we sat there in silence, the only noise coming from her knitting needles.
“Would you be so kind and buy me some more of my favourite candy? I’ve just finished them.” Maddie really had the I-am-an-old-lady-help-me-look perfected.
Not that she needed it with me, I liked her. She was crazy. I was walking through the dark-wood door when my head started to spin, the edges of my vision blurring. An alarm went off inside of my head at the tingling sensation that spread over my body. What was this strange energy? What was it doing to me?