Alya was out of it. She had a wonderfully delicious meal with her new parents, but they were so much like her actual parents that it had thrown her for a loop. Her dad in this world was alive now, and he had the same bad jokes he had when he was alive. Her mom still had the look of love and disappointment she always had when he made a bad joke. It was emotionally stressful. It was terrific, but it is like seeing the dead past real once more, like a hallucination that will vanish at any moment. She hated to admit it, but if it were just for this, she would want to remain in this world. Magic be damned she would spend the rest of her time here spending time with her father if she had a choice. Her father in her other life was a kind man, but when he died, it was a shock to the entire family. The truck accident went very wrong.
Her, although they don't look exactly alike, was in front of her. She may be close to thirty, but that doesn't make it any easier. Most people who lose a loved one wish to see them one last time, but she knows this is either a dream or a figment of imagination created by her subconscious as she dies. If it is reality, though, what would she do? What if he dies the... No, no thinking like that, she will live in the moment as best as she can, but she won't force a fate on a man she gets to see once more. Or at least learn more about it in this life. Those thoughts dragged through her mind like a plow through a blizzard, as more snow coated the ground.
She couldn't handle her thoughts as she breathed deeply. Grabbing her phone, she set so many alarms that it was like she was trying to plan her rave. She could remember details about her life in this world, but she decided to set alarms so she could make herself and Sato lunch. She was emotionally in a state of being like a ragdoll that a dog happily played with. She was beaten down and just wanted to sleep.
When she woke up in the morning and saw that she was still in this new world, she held her hand over and sighed. So, this may be her new reality. No one can live for very long if they lose consciousness and don't wake up after ten minutes, let alone three days, so this might be her reality. No, not might, this is her new reality. So she got up, grabbed her school uniform, and laid it on the bed before heading to the vanity that she had somewhat set up the other day. Although not much, she was able to put on some makeup and braid her hair back into a French braid. Looking at herself, she couldn't help but fidget with her bangs. She had learned in her previous life that she looked better with bangs, so she always had bangs for years. When she had cut her hair, getting rid of the split ends, she had given herself bangs once more.
Red hair surprisingly suits her. She got up, finished getting ready for school, and headed downstairs. Grabbing herself an apron, she looked at the time on her phone.
[ April 9th 2017 ]
[ 6:59 a.m]
She shook her head as she put on the apron and started making herself breakfast as well as lunch. The school was a decent walking distance for her, so she could handle getting there on time, as it is expected for all students to be in their classes by around 8:45. This gave her about an hour to cook. She had made herself a simple breakfast, although she could have tried to make a traditional Japanese breakfast; she wanted to learn to do it the proper way. So she made herself a breakfast burrito. She had started to much on it while watching over the pieces of chicken that she had hunked up, beginning to cook. Her mother came down the stairs, seemingly surprised by Alya cooking or even being awake so early in the morning.
"M-morning." (Alya)
Alya's mom stared at her daughter as she moved around the kitchen with practiced ease. So, she paused for a moment, but then moved to stand next to her.
"What are you making?" (Mom)
"Garlic butter chicken with creamy pasta with a corn salad." (Alya)
"And what are you eating?" (Mom)
"Breakfast burrito just scrambled eggs, cheese, ham, and a little bit of veggies." (Alya)
Alya could feel her mother's gaze burrowing into the back of her skull. Did this version of herself never learn how to cook at this point? And just like she wondered, this version of herself never even knew her way around a stove. Her mother was always the one who woke her up to make breakfast for everyone. Then, Alya would leave and get food from the cafeteria or a vending machine, whichever was fastest. She fucked up off the bat huh? She took a deep breath and exhaled. Instead of not making a sound, she sighed loudly.
"Ask your questions. Do you drink coffee?" (Alya)
No point in pretending to be her real daughter; she just might get locked up in an insane asylum. That would be ironic.
"Yes, I do drink coffee." (Mom)
Alya busied her hands and started brewing a pot of coffee before placing it in front of her mom, who was now seated at the dining table, staring at her daughter like a demon had possessed her body. Although she probably isn't far off.
"What happened to my real daughter?" (Mom)
"Physically, I am your real daughter." (Alya)
"I don't care about physically, you aren't my daughter." (Mom)
Her words were getting a little more historical. Alya could suppose that she has the right to be upset, and her being able to tell she isn't the original isn't far off.
"I don't know." (Alya)
"What do you mean you don't know? Demon, bring my daughter back." (Mom)
Alya stood dumping the chicken into an oven-safe dish and tossing it in before turning the dial on the stove to light and starting to boil the water for the pasta.
"Take a moment to breathe, I am not a demon, and do you want me to tell you what I know or not?" (Alya)
Alya was calm, oddly so. Typically, someone would be angry at being called a demon, but she was expecting this kind of response if she was discovered. It's just human nature to call what they don't understand something like that. She just focused on moving her hands to create a creamy sauce for the pasta, which would be finished off in the end.
"What happened then?" (Mom)
"How about I introduce myself?" (Alya)
She turned back to the woman who looked just like her real mom and spoke calmly.
"My name is Alya Christine Izumi. I was born on April 13th, 2001, in California, United States. My mother's name is Kyra Seliene Izumi, and my father was Kohan Izumi. I am from what you call an alternate universe. In my world, magic doesn't exist and is only told in stories or exists in games. The day before I came here, it was June of 2028. I woke up in your daughter's body with some flashes of her memories and was very confused. I don't know what caused this, but my world didn't have magic, so I have no theories on what happened or how to get back. And even then, I don't even think my real body is still alive. No one will be checking in on me for several days, and I would be dead within a couple of hours if not properly taken care of. It has been a day here, so I assume that either my physical body is dead. I may have swapped places with your daughter, or I died and possessed this younger alternate version of myself. Any questions?" (Alya)
"So you're my daughter but not my daughter at the same time?" (Mom)