Bang! Bang! Bang!
"YOUNG MASTER!!" A childish voice was making a loud noise at the other side of the door, making a ruckus to the point that it's already disturbing the people of the other rooms of this wooden building.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!
"WAKE UP!!!~arrk" Cough. Cough. Cough. Due to consistent shouting, the throat of the petite man who was wearing a butler-like clothes, became dry and coarse.
"I'm sorry to bother you, sir, but, please do tone down the ruckus that you are making. May I know what do you need with the gentleman that's staying on this room?" A waitress came near with a worried look on her face because some of the guests are already complaining. If not for the treat that the young man did to the guests that were staying on this inn, they would have already tried to kill this naive looking petite man.
The petite man sighed as he tried to explain the situation to the waitress. "Well, it's always like this when the young master gets drunk at night. Even if the world's already crumbling down, he would still be deeply asleep. Would it be okay to ask for a spare key to open up this room and a bucket of cold water?"
The waitress got speechless with this man's statement, and what would he need a bucket of cold water for? Oh! it must be to clean up his young master, I see.
"I understand." The waitress nodded and swiftly followed the petite man's request. "Comming right up!"
In a beat, the waitress came right away with the spare key and a bucket of cold water.
"Here you go." The waitress sweetly smiled.
"Thank you, miss." The petite man accepted the spare key and opened the door of his young master's room.
The waitress followed the petite man inside the room. There, the two can see a fatty loudly snoring which occassionaly you can hear the sound of a pig sniffing.
"Young master.." The petite man deeply exhaled a mouthful of turbid air as he reached out the bucket of cold water on the hands of the waitress. The waitress noticed it and curiously handed the bucket.
When the bucket is already in the hands of the petite man, he gently poured down the cold water on the fatty's face.
"Young. Master. Lu. Ciel. Wake. UP!" The petite man splashed the remaining content of the bucket.
"What?!" The snoring fatty stood right up after the cold water being splashed on his face. "Where am I? Who am I??"
The fatty was still groggy from being half sober. He looked around and he could tell in the back of his mind that this is not his dormitory room. As he looked around, he saw two unfamiliar faces, yet, the other one was somehow familiar. "Who are you?"
When the fatty focused his vision to the petite man, green texts suddenly shimmered.
"Yes, it's me, young master." The petite man confirmed his identity. "Please get up already and change your clothes. You'll be late for the Guild's Demon Hunter Exam."
"Demon Hunter Exam?" The fatty's face was puzzled. "What's that?"
"Aye, young master.." The petite man facepalmed as he shook his head. "You've had too much fun last night. You were the one who kept insisting me to remind you about getting that Hunter's license, and yet, here you are, pretending to have an amnesia about it."
"Last night?" The fatty was trying to remember what happened last night. He remembered that he was having the time of his life treating men and women in the club for a round of tequila shots, however, another memory was overlapping on this where he was also treating the guests of this inn for a drink. With this two sets of different memories, young man clenched on his head that's throbbing of pain.
"Arggh..!" Memories started to flood in his mind as if a searing pain was injected inside and frying his brain. The fatty was not able to take it anymore and started to rollover the bed, slamming his fist on the soft feather-stuffed pillow to try to release the pain that he's feeling. The petite man and the waitress tried to hold down the fatty after being shocked from the crazy act that the fatty was displaying.
After minutes of feeling the agonizing pain in his head, the fatty was not able to take it anymore as his consciousness was slowly slipping away.
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In a dark space of nothingness, the physical body of the fatty young master and a corporeal body of a certain young man was floating side by side. The body of the fatty was floating still as if it was dead while the eyes of the body of a certain young man slowly opened looking weary.
'Is this a dream?' The young man thought with his hazy mind.
An ethereal Siri voice sounded on the empty space asking the young man for his permission.
'Eh..no, I don't want to?' The young man tried to decline the offer but no voice would come out on his mouth as if he can only do in this empty space was to keep everything in his thoughts. 'What?!'
'Hey, hey!' As a minute passed by without acknowledgement nor refusal was detected by the voice of the ethereal Siri from the young, it had taken the young man's silence as a yes, thus, it continued with its dialogue.
'Gadammit! I said I refuse to take part of this shinannigans!' The young man tried his best to voice out his disapproval, yet, no sound would really come out from his mouth.
'Aaaarggh!!'
As the ethereal Siri voice announced, the floating body of the fatty slowly fused with the young man.
..
As the body of the fatty completely fused with the young man, his body slowly faded out on the empty space.
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Only a second passed by when the fatty woke up from falling unconscious and fused with the young man in the empty space. With the memory data installed completely, the fatty who was now looking at his fat figure realized that his actual name was Marc Luther. He was a second year college student from modern Earth who lives by his own rule, "Party at night, Study at day."
But now, he has a different identity. His name is Lu Ciel. The good for nothing youngest prince from a far away place called Eastern Moon Kingdom. A prince that ran away from his responsibilities, leaving everything behind together with his half-dwarf butler just to live an exhilirating life that this world can provide.
"Young..master, Lu Ciel." The half-dwarf Bogart's slightly quivering voice sounded as he reached out to the chubby hands of the fatty who was checking out his own body.
When the fatty noticed a small yet rough and muscular fingers touched his chubby hands, his focus was now directed to his surrounding. Tracing the hands that were touching his, the young man was shocked to see a snot-nosed baby face with a suave mustache.
"Bo-bogart?" The fatty identified the butler beside his bed. Seeing this butler, unknowingly made the fatty's heart feel warmed.
"Yes, it's me, young master." The baby-faced man strongly nodded and asked with full of concern, "Are you okay now?"
The fatty understood why he felt that way now. This small man was the only one who was beside him through thick and thin. After realizing this for a second, he smiled and nodded. "Y-yes, I'm okay now."
After hearing the assurance of his young master, Bogart wiped off his snotty face which mysteriously became clean right away as his mood also cheered up. "Excellent! Shall we go eat some brunch?"
The fatty smiled endearingly and nodded in approval. "Thank you, Bogart."