Howdy.
Hmm, not much for conversation, are you?
Well, I can talk since you seem interested in this story of mine.
Have you had a sibling, by chance? Whether you do or not is fine.
You may relate to the feeling of having someone in your life that you feel takes the worst path for every choice they make.
If not, at least you may have seen people act that way. In case you feel that is how you live your life, hey, I can relate too.
Ah, but where are my manners?
See, I want to introduce myself, but it's hard.
How can you say who you are when you aren't whole?
And that's where my little story about a sibling starts making sense.
I was born as a part of my sibling, someone who I can't find anywhere in this place.
I was made to carry all the hatred, sorrow, despair, and all other such negative feelings for him.
Then we had a fight, and we had it at the worst time.
He was facing some ridiculously powerful yet admittedly well-developed bunny goddess.
No, I am not pulling your leg.
Point is, we fought at the worst time, when she was about to try to consume our life while warping through dimensions.
One thing left to another, and now… I'm alone. I'm stranded in a world not my own, without a sign of a familiar face or place.
Though, if I was someone else I may have been furious to be stuck in a new world.
Honestly, I'm fond of not being stuck in a world where everyone I knew would've been burnt to death by yours truly if I had a chance.
However, I can't find them, but at least I'm me, or as much as I can be.
Wherever they are, though, I'll find them. After all, I need to finish some business with them.
One of them locked me in a cage, forcing me to endure a hatred beyond limits, while the other crafted this life for both of us.
Now that I can be my own self, even if I lack my other side, I can choose what life I want.
And I'll start that life by making fools of those that play with the lives of others, enjoying their tears with a nice glass of wine.
Looking for a job in a new world can be tricky, but I managed.
Just using the right words, the right tricks, and those lessons from the academy about how to manage a village do help. It's boring, but it pays.
And hey, I found someone I hate far more than everyone I met back in my own world here, and many people here are just like that.
There are far too many people like him, but I'll enjoy this life with a happy face, and their fate at my hands with a true smile.
I may have found the answers I wanted in the government, learning from them of the guilds that work for this world.
One in particular irks me, but it has some secrets I could use for when I meet my old friends.
But for now, I'm stuck behind a desk, reading about some new girl…
Seated in a simple office room with a simple door, his name on the door's window, and boringly staring at documents was a man. He was in his early twenties and looked both at peace and plain boredom. A light tan showed he enjoyed the outdoors, his deep golden eyes gave him a serene look, and the six birthmarks on his cheeks resembling whiskers made him look a tad silly. With a strong jaw, lean face, pale white hair in a mop, and thin but strong frame he easily made some ladies heads' turn. His outfit consisted of a set of brown business pants and open coat, matching work shoes, and an orange button-up shirt.
On a perch by the door to his office was a fedora that matched his coat, and a lone red scarf, which he went to grab after putting down the paper on his desk, "I believe your lunch break doesn't start until later."
He put his hat on and the most charming smile he could muster, "Ultear, my dear, fancy seeing you drop here. I was going to eat, yes, but something caught my eye." He told the voluptuous woman before him with a soft, warm voice after wrapping his scarf around his neck, "Wendy Marvell… Quite a cute thing she is. Being part of a guild that's just appeared in the map, though, now that's something that begs me to investigate."
"For an inspector you don't have to be so thorough, just check what people say about them, that's all the council wants." The woman asked as she adjusted a white lace keeping her long black hair in check. Her pale skin and sharp brown eyes gave her an aura of cold beauty, but she possessed a warm smile aimed at the white haired man.
"And leave a job half-done?" he asked in mock-hurt before tipping his hat up to show his warm smile, "I'm afraid you take me for a man who likes to overlook little details in his life. After all, I didn't get this job for nothing, and you know it, my dear."
She giggled, "For a young man, you are quite incredible. You appeared out of nowhere as a sixteen-year-old, and now are one of the council's best administrators, and quite strong."
He playfully took off his hat and put it on his chest before bowing, "Too kind, your words are too kind and fairly touching. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you want to date yours truly."
She placed a handful of papers on his face, smiling sweetly, "Better luck next time. I just had to hand you this before you go on your little excursion."
Taking the papers off his face and eyeing them, Alter sighed, "Phantom Lord once again loves to make my life miserable. It's about time someone put them in their place." He said tiredly and placed his hat back on his head, tipping it up yet again to show his face to her, "But of course, for the council it's better to keep them and Fairy Tail at each other's throats."
"That's the kind of people that make the rules, sadly." She answered and turned, closing the door behind her.
Alter closed one eye and his expression changed into a lopsided smirk, like a fox pondering what part of his prey to devour first, "You say that, but you try to change the rules yourself, sweetheart." He put the papers down, and with a cloud of smoke an exact copy of himself was left with the paperwork, "Once you finish, make sure to keep an eye on Phantom Lord to dig more dirt on them."
The copy waved dismissively while the real Alter walked out of the large building he worked at, walked to a simple white moped, put on a pair of black goggles with round yellow lenses, and drove off. In a world with magic motorbikes, it wasn't odd to see a moped zip past people at high speeds. Even less weird was to see the man gripping the handles.
Ultear watched him speed off from a window in an office high above the ground with another man, a young council member with spiky blue hair and a tattooed face, "That man is a real piece of work. If he did not have such a competent record, I could try to shake him down and see what he plans."
She sighed, "Trust me, I have tried." She stared at the man driving off, "Not a single clue of who he is or where he came from, he's just a man that at sixteen started to get promotions but enjoys a quiet life. He doesn't seem to have big ambitions, but it could be a façade. Haru Alter. Single. 21 years old. It's like he's content with the place he has in this world, but that smile of his and the power he has says he's not normal."
"We will keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn't step out of line." The tattooed man added before asking, "So, this girl, Wendy Marvell, what could have caught his interest in her?"
"Her magic abilities as a healer, perhaps." Ultear commented.