New life

Standing silently in front of a large glass window that overlooked a magnificent view of a gigantic city in the distance, a young man of about 18 squinted as his pupils were completely clouded.

Bright rays of sunlight shone across the room, illuminating a slightly gaunt but visibly youthful face, as birdsong and rustling leaves echoed through the area.

Dark and visibly unkempt hair, sharp but noticeably youthful facial features, while his slightly flushed skin matches his green eyes perfectly.

But, though his face is that of a young person and his eyes would normally show a slight immaturity, his cloudy eyes from one second to the next narrowed as his gaze swept the elegant room around him.

"I can't believe I've been reincarnated..."

This morning, when he opened his eyes, John Wood found himself in a totally unfamiliar room. His small apartment, his cozy bed and his bustling neighbors were gone. All that was left was an extremely luxurious unfamiliar room, which although totally new to him, had a strange but pleasant sense of familiarity.

His last memory was quite common within his life, he was flirting with a girl in a club, suddenly he heard a loud noise and from one second to the next, he found himself in a luxurious bed and with a new body, and when he couldn't be more confused, the memories flooded him non-stop for a good couple of minutes.

Leonardo Di Rossi, a typical third generation rich kid who had the bad luck, or rather, the good fortune, that his parents died in a tragic car accident.

With no more family and no one to put limits on him, Leonardo ended up in an unhealthy life and did not hesitate to sell most of his parents' assets in order to just live the good life.

But even though his account grew to several dozen million dollars, within a year he ended up spending more than half of his fortune on stupid things, spending an average of more than $100,000 a week.

Sex, drugs, debauchery and one or two problems with the law.

At the young age of 18, this young man lived longer than your average old man and died just another average rich kid, having a fucking overdose.

First time with MDMA, and the dumbass didn't know how to regulate himself, causing more than 10 pills to end up stopping his heart.

How much of an asshole did he have to be to think it was a good idea?

Even a damn horse would die on that dose, let alone a dumb kid.

"But hey, I can't complain." 

Smiling broadly, John, or rather Leonardo, stared out the window as his eyes sparkled with brimming vitality, while his breath hitched in excitement.

How could he not be excited? 

According to his memories, he had just been reborn in the past, being in the precious year 1995!

And why is this year so precious?

Because it's literally the damn era that shaped so much of the future!

His father, a typical failed investor and alcoholic, promised everyone that he would make his son rich and successful in the investment world, unfortunately causing his entire youth to be nothing but hardship and hardship.

Studying the investment exchanges, studying success stories of other rich bastards, studying the global market and much more.

While all the other kids were eating their boogers while playing in some park, he was forced to study books that didn't even interest him, and if he didn't, the best thing that could happen to him would be to go to bed without eating all day and with a slap or two.

Luckily for John, his father died of an alcoholic coma in his early twenties, but even though the old bastard was gone, his life was already on track for something he didn't enjoy in the least.

And as expected, it was yet another failure, at least by the standards instilled in him all his life.

While his life wasn't great, he had a house of his own, a halfway decent vehicle and used to have affairs almost every week, but only he knows how miserable he was at not being able to fulfill the dream he was instilled with as a child, to be fucking rich.

What can he do?

He didn't even learn to control a bicycle like the other kids, let alone have the authorization to even watch a children's movie, it's inevitable that his only dream is the one that was instilled in him since he has had a conscience.

"Who knew that old bastard would help me so much" Chuckling, Leonardo approached a luxurious piece of furniture next to him and took a glass bottle with a fine whiskey inside, then poured into a glass and drank it slowly while remembering in detail the most important of this time.

The beginning of the internet, the birth of the gigantic social networks, the rise of cinema, numerous recessions around the world and much more.

Chuckling, Leonardo gulped down the strong whiskey and set the glass aside, then walked over to a large mirror with a fine gold edge engraved on it and stared at his face.

Although his face is young, there is not the slightest doubt that this young man has sensational genes, having only a couple of dark circles under his eyes and a pimple or two on his forehead after a very unhealthy life.

Grabbing the edges of the dark robe around him, Leonardo drops it and looks closely at his new body, causing him to frown slightly.

Unlike his face, his body certainly leaves much to be desired aesthetically.

Thin limbs, full belly, and an unhealthy posture for her spine.

Literally his body is very similar to Neeble from Men in Black, that weird but funny alien worm.

"At least the most important thing doesn't disappoint."

Momentarily ignoring his unathletic body, Leonardo stared at his crotch and rubbed his chin contemplatively.

"Must be around six inches... maybe around nine inches when erect, maybe jun little less... not bad." 

*Knock* *Knock* *Knock* *Knock* *Knock*

"Young master, it's time for breakfast."

Hearing the knock on the door, Leonardo slipped his robe back on and frowned slightly, remembering all the information he has on the man outside his room.

James Smith, a 67 year old man who has been working in this house since his grandparents were alive, while now fulfilling the role of guardian after having no more relatives and at the same time the role of main butler.

Other than that there is really no more information about him.

Leonardo has known him since he was born, and since he was always a hedonistic bastard, he didn't even bother to delve into the life of the person who was literally taking care of him more than his own parents.

"Go ahead."

With Leonardo's permission, James entered the room with a silver tray in hand, only to look up at Leonardo and raise his grizzled eyebrows in surprise at seeing him awake so early.

James is a man around 179 centimeters, brown eyes and having a slightly thin body, while his wrinkled face keeps even to this day that kind smile that Leonardo remembers from his childhood.

Age was not very kind to him, having already fully graying hair and obvious bald spots down his forehead, but despite this, his posture is still perfectly straight and he still keeps bright eyes.

"Good morning James."

"Good morning young master, it's a beautiful day" Smiling broadly, James set the tray down next to a nightstand next to the bed and began to look around, then crouched down and looked under the bed.

"Looking for something?" walking over to the table, Leonardo reached over to the tray and pulled out a piece of toast with jam.

"I'm surprised not to find a young lady with you today" Standing up again, James patted his legs and commented respectfully "I also notice you have a better appetite."

"Drugs used to take it out of me" Nodding nonchalantly, Leonardo stretched his body and smiled noticing James' surprised face "But don't worry, from today I promise not to go back to that hard shit... though I won't promise I'll give up alcohol or nicotine, they make life more joyful"

"..." Blinking for a few seconds, James smiled quizzically and asked respectfully "Are you all right? Should I call a doctor?"

Rolling his eyes, Leonardo pulled out another piece of toast and waved his hand "My time has come James, I'm bored of this shitty life I'm living, it's time to be an adult, and coincidentally yesterday was my 18th birthday."

With a worried face, James spoke cautiously "Young master, I know that this year you will have the freedom to use as much money as you want, but I have to remind you to be careful with your spending, if you continue like this you will end up in trouble."

"*Sigh* James, I know you don't believe me" Sitting down on the bed, Leonardo stretched his stiff and uncared for body again and continued "But I'm serious, from today I'm giving up hard drugs."

"And the prostitutes?"

Frowning slightly, Leonardo replied "Don't you think you're asking too much? Besides, they're not prostitutes, they're just friends with expensive tastes and I'm just a magnanimous man."

"Last week one of her 'friends' stole the watch she inherited from her father."

"How was I supposed to know that woman would have such a black heart" Snorting, Leonardo stretched his body again in annoyance and asked "James, can you get me a personal trainer? I want to start working out."

Widening his eyes, James looked at Leonardo like he was a monster and stammered "C-can you repeat that?"

"Get me a personal trainer, and have the cook change my diet to a more balanced one to nourish my body. If necessary have her ask for help from some nutritionist... I'll also buy some equipment for sports, have the personal trainer tell you what we need."

"..." After a few seconds of silence as he assimilated those requests, James' face suddenly flushed as his eyes quickly reddened, then he brought his forearm to his eyes and sobbed "I-I will comply with your order."

"..." Looking at the old man who suddenly began to cry beside him, Leonardo sighed and shook his head, knowing full well what kind of bastard the previous owner of this body was and how undeserving he was of this kind man's appreciation.

'It's amazing how natural this whole process feels to me... as if I really have been Leonardo all this time' Lowering his gaze to his slender hands, Leonardo clenched his fists and murmured 'I even feel a slight withdrawal... I guess my next few days will be somewhat difficult."

***

A week passed quickly, and while Leonardo had access to the luxuries he never could, it couldn't be said that right now he was enjoying this new life.

Sitting on a comfortable couch while looking dazedly outside, Leonardo curled up in a warm blanket as sweat poured down his pale face.

As promised, Leonardo gave up all hard drugs directly and asked old James to keep him in the house at all costs, something the old man happily accepted while his smile these days couldn't be wider, something very different from the young man who is living the worst abstinence he has ever experienced in his life.

Dizziness, chills, vomiting, weakness and even fever.

During this week, Leonardo's mind has had no respite while his whole body practically begs him to consume a little more of anything.

After several consultations with addiction recovery professionals, Leonardo just gritted his teeth and every day he exposes himself to the sun fully wrapped up, doing everything he can to make his body sweat to the max so he can cleanse his system of the toxins he hates so much right now.

"Young master."

"Y-yes?" Despite being in the sun and covered in blankets and lots of clothes, Leonardo was still shivering as he turned his haggard face towards his old butler.

"A friend came to visit, I tried to get him to leave but he insists on seeing you."