In a higher dinsion, an old man with a long white beard, the sa old man who was riding in Truck-Kun's cab, was sitting in his office, sifting through two piles of paperwork. On top of each pile was a na. On the pile to the old man's right the na on top of the pile read, "Alfonzo Marcus." While the pile to his left read, "Elicia Taylor."
"*Sigh* This Elicia was nothing but an energetic angel who tended to speak before thinking." The old man said to himself, putting down a page of Elicia's report on his desk. "She didn't have a single bad bone in her body. This was truly a horrible accident. *Sigh*"
Then, the old man picked up a docunt from the other pile.
"And this Alfonzo Marcus, he was nothing short of an arrogant prick for the first sixteen years of his life." The old man said as he read through the summary of Alfonzo's life. "At least he started changing for the better. Too bad it took an accident like that, though. The sixth sense he manifested after the accident is quite curious as well. And his slightly overboard levels of self-confidence can be a bit worrying. But he was a good kid for the most part."
Placing the docunt back onto the desk, the old man then picked up another two docunts, one from each stack. These two docunts ntioned the supernatural-like abilities that Alfonzo and Elicia had.
"Supernatural-like, my ass." The old man said with a frown. "These two clearly had supernatural abilities that were almost on the level of magic. The only thing they were lacking was the creation of the things they could manipulate."
As previously ntioned, Alfonzo had the ability to intuitively see the structure and material make up of tal objects. While Elicia had a supernatural level of dexterity when it ca to sewing. However, there was more to both of their abilities than even they knew.
While Alfonzo could use his will to see the structure and material make up of tal objects, with the use of his will, he could even shape those tals slightly when doing repairs. Though, the changes he could make were so minuscule that he never noticed.
Elicia, on the other hand, had not been manipulating the needles while she sewed as one would expect. Instead, she had the ability to manipulate threads. This, in turn, helped make corrections to her needle work.
I can only imaginef how far they could have pushed these abilities in they had been born if a world with mana, or so equivalent." The old man wondered aloud. "Maybe I should send them to a world like that."
Once again putting down the docunts in his hands, the old man started sifting through the piles again. Then, he found a docunt that detailed what the deceased lovers liked to do in their spare ti. Alfonzo liked to watch sports, exercising, cooking, baking, and, to the old man's surprise, practicing Eskrima.
"Eskrima?" The old man said to himself. "That doesn't really seem like the friendliest martial art for soone with a visual impairnt. Well, whatever, more power to him. It seems he reached a pretty high level in it, too. Though he never participated in any competitions or sparring, with good reason."
Then, the old man switched to reading Elicia's list of hobbies. Designing and making clothes, reading manga, watching ani, and dragging Alfonzo along with her to read manga and watch ani.
"Haha, these two take the age old argunt of subbed versus dubbed to another level." The old man said with a chuckle. "Of course, Elicia hates dubbed ani, with a passion. Although there are a few she approves of, that is definitely the exception to the rule. Alfonzo on the other hand can only watch dubbed ani, seeing as reading subtitles is nearly impossible with his eyesight."
Continuing to read, the old man eventually decided to send them to an AU world of Fairy Tail, one of the few ani that they both agreed on. It helped that Elicia did not mind the dub of the ani, either.
"So, a Fairy Tail AU with a few crossovers to spice things up." the old man decided. "And I guess I'll make it so the chances of them becoming childhood friends again is almost a forgone conclusion."
With those decisions made, the old man began typing on the keyboard on his desk. Then, after setting up the world Alfonzo and Elicia would be sent to, he got to the final check box.
"Do I let them keep their mories?" The old man asked himself while hovering the mouse over the check box. "If I do, do I let them have them from birth? Do they get them back after a trigger? After they reach a certain age? *Sigh* So many options."
In reality, there were not really that many options. There were the two major ones. Allow or do not allow them to retain their mories. If do not allow is chosen, then that is it, no more choices. But if allow is chosen, then you have to choose when they get their mories. However, the old man just did not know what to do. So, he reached into his pocket, and pulled out a coin.
"I'll just flip a coin. Heads, they get their mories from their past life. Tails, they don't. The old man said before flipping the coin. "Heads. They keep their mories."
After that coin toss, the old man imdiately clicked the check box. Then, he held up the coin again.
"Well, they won't have their mories from birth." The old man decided. "But will they get them at a certain age or after a trigger event? Well... Heads, trigger event. Tails, after a certain age... Tails it is."
After another coin toss, the old man clicked another check box. Then, he had to figure out how old the kids would be when they got their mories back.
"Okay, I'll flip the coin again." The old man said after so consideration. "AS many tis as, I get a different outco in a row, will be the age that they get their mories back."
Although it may not be too clear from his speech, the old man planned on flipping the coin several tis consecutively. Then, as long as the side showing changed, he would continue to flip the coin. Once the sa side ca up two tis in a row, that would end this little ga. And the number of tis that the side was different would be the age that they get their mories back.
"Tails... Heads... Tails... Heads... Tails... Heads... heads." The old man said aloud as he flipped the coin. "Okay, mories back at six. Good thing they have the sa date of birth, so they'll get them back at the sa ti."
The old man then entered the age they would be getting their mories back and proceeded to put the finishing touches on the reincarnation process.
"Okay, done." The old man said as he stretched in his chair. "Now, I just have to wait for the Worldline Departnt to approve the world I want them to reincarnate into. Then, they'll create it and send the paperwork back to so I can complete the reincarnation."
As the old man spoke to himself, he cleaned up all the paperwork on his desk. Once he did, a naplate beca visible. This naplate read, "Samsara, The God of Reincarnation."
"*Sigh* That was more work than I thought it would be." The old man, Samsara, said as he stood up. "I wonder if Truck-Kun is free to get a drink tonight."
After that, Samsara walked from behind his desk toward the door to his office. Then, just before leaving the room, he flipped the light switch, turning off the lights. Then, he closed the door. From there, he turned left and walked down the hallway. After passing four doors, Samsara turned to his left and knocked on a door with a naplate that read, "Eme Truck, The God of Death."
*Knock!* *Knock!* *Knock!*
"Hey, Truck-Kun, let's get a drink." Samsara said with a smile after knocking on the door.
"God damn it!" A low female voice sounded from the other side of the door. A few monts later, the door was swung open with force. "How many fucking tis do I have to tell you not to call that you son of a bitch. Neither you nor I are Japanese, so using the honorifics makes you sound stupid. On top of that I'm a woman. At least use –Chan if you're gonna do it anyway."
Standing in the doorway and yelling at Samsara was a tall, stunningly gorgeous woman with fair skin, cherry red hair, silver eyes, and curves in all the right places.
"Oh don't' get mad, I was just calling you what the kids in the lower dinsions call you." Samsara said with a chuckle.
"Fuck you!" Eme shouted. "This is all my husband's fault! What kind of last fucking na is 'Truck'?"
"Oh yea, because turning into a truck so often had nothing to do with it." Samsara said to himself under his breath.
"What was that!?" Eme asked in a threatening tone.
"Nothing. Nothing at all." Samsara said while waving dismissively. "Anyway, how about that drink?"
"Not tonight." Eme said. Then, her expression turned much gentler before she continued. "Today is my wedding anniversary and I'm sure the hubby will have sothing planned for tonight."
"Oh well, maybe next ti." Samsara said with a shrug. Then, he turned and walked away as he continued to speak. "Have a good night."
Shortly after Samsara walked away, Eme ended her work day as well. Then, she went back ho to her husband. anwhile, the application Samsara sent to the Worldline departnt was approved. Then, the mbers of the Worldline Departnt pulled an all-nighter so that the reincarnations of Alfonzo and Elicia could be kept on schedule.
The next morning, when Samsara arrived in his office, he sat down at his desk and checked his email, like he does every morning. When he saw the emails stating that the new AU was approved and created, Samsara smiled. Then, after a few minutes spent reviewing Alfonzo and Elicia's reincarnation procedure one more ti, he clicked the "Submit" button.
"Elicia Taylor, I hope you continue to be the ray of sunshine that you were in your previous life." Samsara said with a gentle smile. "And Alfonzo Marcus, I hope you continue to improve yourself as a person. I can only pray that having your eyesight back won't lead you down the sa path."
Earth land, Ishgar, Kingdom of Fiore, Hargeon.
In the middle of the night, as the clock struck midnight and the date changed from May 7th x771 to May 8th x771, a pair of orphaned children, a boy and a girl, woke from their slumber. It seed that they both had a nightmare at the sa ti. Fortunately, or unfortunately, that couldn't be further from the truth.
"Where am I? Didn't I die in a car crash with Elicia/Fonzie?"
After scanning the room, they woke up in, for a few monts, the two children, Alfonzo Marcus and Elicia Taylor, spoke in unison. Since the room was full of sleeping children, it was not hard for the two to hear the similar utterance that ca from the next bed over.
Each child looked in the direction they heard the voice from. Then, when they t eyes with the other speaker, they both spoke in unison once again.
"Fonzie?/Elicia?"
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