Chapter 3: Chapter 3: Little Stinky Child

Luca got woken up by people talking in the room. He raised his head and looked around. After some much-needed sleep, he felt like the fog had been lifted from his head. Thinking about it with a clear mind, he realizes the difficult position he is in. He seems to have possessed this body at the exact moment when the host died and now his soul is stuck here. But what will happen with his own body without a soul? Is his body already dead?

He slowly sat up and removed the thin blanket from his body. As he got up, the other people in the room glanced at him but didn't bother to talk to him. This Luke Wixx seemed to be an outcast even amongst his roommates. The people in the room ranged from young to elderly, yet they seemed to be close to one another. Only he was excluded. 

Well, if you think about it, it’s a blessing in disguise. Otherwise, if the original owner of this body had friends, he wouldn't know how to act and would get found out straight away. 

Based on how dark it is, it seems like the sun will set soon. Luca wanted to go out and inquire about information of his original body, but now it seems like it's too late. What should he do now? 

Even though he was lost in thought, his attention was quickly drawn to the chatter between two older uncles. Luca couldn't hear much as they quickly moved on to another topic, but he was sure they talked about a sergeant’s dead son. Are they talking about him? His body is already dead?

Instead of speculating, Luca decided to just ask. He got up and walked two steps across from his bed.

“Excuse me but what were you talking about just now? Who died?”

Both men showed an annoyed expression and responded.

“Step back a bit, you stink. I’ve never seen someone as dirty as you, you should at least clean yourself from time to time. The base provides one free shower a week for everyone here, but you are the only one who doesn't use it!!”

“At least he will be kicked out of here soon”

Luca was shocked, what do they mean he will get kicked out? He barely managed to get a word out: “Why?”

This question annoyed them even more, one even showed a scowl on his face.

“Are you stupid or something, did you forget you will turn sixteen soon and the base will stop providing for you?!”

“Oh…”

“Seriously stop with these nonsensical questions and step away, your stench is already affecting my mood!”

Luca was startled, no one has ever said such words to him, he got very embarrassed but he still wanted to know more about the person that died. It's very likely that it’s his own body that died. He is in a very awkward position and if his face was free of all of the mud and grime, people would see his whole face turn red. 

With difficulty, Luca managed to stammer out: “Sorry, um… if you tell me about what you were talking about earlier I’ll.. I’ll take a bath.”

Ughhhh, he just wants to bury his head into the ground or run away! He’s never endured such an embarrassing situation before! Luca looked at the floor in front of him, his face was practically boiling red.

The uncles looked at him with surprised expressions.

“Why are you so interested in that sergeant’s son anyways?”

Luca tried to think of an excuse but nothing came to mind.

“Well whatever, it doesn’t matter, while I was working at the wall, I heard the soldiers whispering about it. They were wondering how can Sergeant Hayes be so cold-blooded that he didn't even care that his son died. Anyways it seems like the Sergeant didn't even want to hold a burial for…”

The uncles kept talking but Luca couldn't hear what they were saying anymore. He knew that he and his dad didn't have the best relationship, but his dad didn't even care that he died? He didn't expect that, was he really such a disappointment that caused his dad to lose the love he had for him? He remembers when his mother was still alive when the world was still peaceful, they were truly happy at that time… and now…

“Kid, hey kid, stop spacing out and go clean yourself up. The community showers will close in about twenty minutes.”

Luca, who was still a bit muddle-headed turned to his bead, grabbed a change of clothes, his towel, hairbrush, toothbrush, and his ID that he must always carry on him, then froze as he was about to open the door.

“Um, uncle, where is the public shower?”

“Tch! No wonder you are so dirty, you don't even know where the shower is? Did your mother drop you on your head when you were a baby?”

After waiting for a while and seeing that Luca wasn't responding he said: “Jeeze what's wrong with you? It's the only two-story building across the street from here, you won't miss it. Oh, and make sure to take your ID with you or bring a point. Now hurry, go before it closes.”

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Luca nodded his head and walked out the door. As the door closed behind him, he heard an eruption of laughter coming from the room. Ooo how he wished to just disappear at this moment.

As a young master of a rich family, no one ever dared to laugh at him before, this is the first time he felt utterly humiliated. He keeps cursing Luke in his head, the original owner of this body. Why didn't he take better care of himself and went around with such a stench? That uncle said that the base provides them with showers, so out of everyone else, why did he have to get stuck in a body that doesn't shower?

Going through such embarrassment made Luca temporarily forget about his father. As he walked outside the building, a sudden chill hit his face, he looked down at his clothes, ‘they are way too thin’.

Luca glanced around the street and spotted the only two-story building, he decide to run toward it to at least warm up a bit. He didn’t even run for a minute when he started gasping for air. Just how will he survive if he can't even run properly? When he wasn't even halfway there, Luca gave up and just walked. 

When he got to the building and opened the door, an old aunty frowned: “Why do people always come just before we close?”

“Sorry aunty, but, I really need a shower”

She looked at him with a blank expression and nodded, then pointed at the hallway to her right.

“Just go into any room that is open, as soon as you turn the water on, it will turn itself off in five minutes.”

“Thank you aunty.”

Luca started walking towards the corridor when he suddenly remembered something.

“Um, don't you need to check my ID?”

The aunty looked at him with a glance and said: “Just go, I didn't need it.”

Luca didn’t think about it much, found an empty room, and headed inside. This building seems to have been remodeled in the past year or so. The room is a weird shape, it's a bit tight but long, like a rectangle. There is a sink with a cracked mirror near the door, and there is a chair next to it, probably there so that people can put their items and change of clothing there. And at the end of the room is a weirdly looking shower. Did someone run out of showerheads and decided to DIY one? Well, it doesn't matter as long as it works. 

Luca locked the door and set his items aside. As he turned his head towards the mirror he got spoked a bit. This child looks a bit like a ghost… He almost gave himself a heart attack. The most noticeable thing about him is his slightly sunken cheeks. His whole face is covered with dirt and his hair is overgrown, covering his eyes and forehead. The hair looks dark and clumpy, did this child roll in mud for fun? Why does he even own a hairbrush if he won't use it? 

Luca immediately became depressed, he was quite good-looking before. His grandma from his mother’s side used to be a model before, and she passed on her genes to his mother, who then passed them on to him. 

He used to be tall, around 5 feet 10 inches, and that was at the age of 17, if he was still in his old body, he could have probably grown even taller with age. Anyways he was tall and handsome, he inherited his mother’s blonde hair and flawless skin. And he got his sword eyebrows and sharp eyes from his father. He had men and women running after him. 

But what about now? He is a dirty, short, skinny child. The only clean part about him is his white teeth. There go the days when he used to be admired. 

It doesn't matter anymore, he should stop comparing to the life he used to live before, he needs to completely abandon his previous identity. Anyways, his father doesn’t care about him, so why should he care? This is his body now, and besides, he is now two years younger, he still has the chance to grow taller in the future, and he also needs to put some meat on his bones. Well, he’ll think about it later, now he needs to clean himself up. 

Luca took off his clothes and was shocked by the many purple bruises on his body, ugh, when he gets stronger, he will take revenge on those thugs!! In addition to the bruises, he is so malnourished that he can see his own ribcage. 

As he was looking at his body in the mirror, he suddenly realized that he hasn't eaten the whole day. This body is so accustomed to starving that he didn't even notice, how can he go an entire day without eating and not even feel the discomfort of hunger?

As he looked at himself in the mirror, he didn't even know what emotion he is supposed to have. He feels pity and anger that someone could be led to this situation. But just like other people, he never bothered to care about other people’s situations. 

Well, he has decided to forget about his previous life and strive to live well as Luke Wixx, he will still keep his nickname of ‘Luca’ though, it’s pretty close to the name Luke, which is this body’s name, and he has an attachment to his nickname as that was what his mother used to call him. 

The first step for his new life should be cleaning off his body. He can't stand being so dirty.

Luca stepped in the shower, then realized he has no soap or shampoo, guess just water will due. As he has nothing else to use, he has decided to rip up the shirt he wore before, and use half of it to scrub himself, at least it's better than just using his hands. 

Luca used the full five minutes to scrub his whole body till it was red, even though his bruises hurt, he can't stand being so dirty, so he bore through the pain. When the water turned off he had to stop scrubbing and took the towel to dry himself off. 

Even though the towel was a bit old, it wasn't dirty, as it was rarely used before. After his body was dry he used the towel on his hair. His hair is quite long, almost reaching his shoulders, he should really ask someone to cut it for him. 

He took the clothes from the chair and got dressed, then he stepped in front of the mirror to brush his hair, his body froze as he stared straight… is… is this why?

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