When A Pig transforms
Summary: Reborn until a world where looks are everything. He get's reborn into a fraction of people nicknamed 'Pig', known for their short stature, round bodies and unattractive face. The world regards them as trash, and it's a hellish nightmare. Their only comfort is each other, so what happen's when one of them wakes up...as a gorgeous man?
Inspired by the webtoon, Lookism.
I do not own Skip Beat.
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Pig.
That wasn't the word, he thought would ever be directed at him.
He had been reborn into a cruel world.
A world governed by looks.
A truth, average looking people, wouldn't see but if you had been born with the nickname pig, it's forces it's self into every expect of you everyday life, forcing you to live in hell.
40 year old, Klemens Tor had been reborn, as what the world had nicknamed as 'pig'.
Sure, his life was a struggle since he his own parents had dumped him somewhere to fend for himself and never came back, but he worked hard to survive.
And when your doing that, there is no way, you can develop a thing called pride.
From a young age, he did job's that would make anyone green and call the police immediately if it meant he had money for food.
He was honestly surprised he had lasted so long until he got on somebodies, hit list and was ran over by a bulldozer.
Was it painful having his whole body get squashed like a pancake?
Hell, yes, times a thousand.
But at least, he could finally pass on and be one with the universe or something but it seemed fate had other plans for him, when he suddenly found himself looking at an grandma.
No, it was his new mom.
He only realized it later, that she looked like that because of overworking but despite all her hard work, they were poor.
It was just him and his new mother, who knows where his new father was, he was willing to bet the man was either dead or he ran, as soon as she was pregnant.
He was named, Manabu Matsushina, and instantly he know, he would once again, be working through his whole life and things would be difficult for him.
He didn't understand how difficult it was, or the rule of the world until he was ten.
Believe it or not, he had been a very pretty baby and kid in early childhood, but when he started reach his pre-teen's, he had started to somehow gain weight.
He had seen little adults running around, and the absolute disgust that followed them everywhere they went, it wasn't uncommon to see one little teenagers or adults getting bullied out in the open, he thought none of it since you couldn't avoid bullying no matter where you go.
He never know, that one day, he would be one of them.
He first, realized, he was different when he turned 15, and puberty looked like it was going to skip him all together.
When he entered high school, he was incredibly short and round, just like a couple of other student's in school.
That and he was no longer clueless about the world.
People like him, were nicknamed 'pigs', by just about everybody, if you had a handsome or pretty face, life was much easier for you.
Even the teachers judged how to punish a person depending on their looks.
Everywhere, he stepped, people who either laughing or looking at him, like they were seeing trash on legs.
He was put to work, whether he wanted to or not, by those who loved to pick on those who looked weaker than them.
And he looked the weakest.
The hell, that those who were nicknamed 'pig's' face, would have had the police stationed at every corner but here, nobody batted an eye, or ignored it or saw it as funny.
It was probably because they suffered together that he found companionship with the other pigs.
For a pig, there was no such thing as pride, the world had deemed them, trash that shouldn't even exist.
When he was old enough to work legally, he took it.
He worked late nights at a convenience store, he would walk every day to Toyko and back, just to work and earn money, no matter what his mother said.
And just like in Toyko, he experienced the same disgusted looks like everywhere else.
You just, couldn't hold your head high on the street, even if you were styling.
Somebody was more likely to rob him, if he showed, what was more than deemed 'acceptable' for his appearance.
Not, that, any expensive and fashionable stores would ever take him seriously if he ever walked in.
With all this discrimination, there was no wonder there was hatred brewing in a lot of their heart's, against regular people and those blessed with a good face.
He was long passed the stage of staying numb to the abuse and took his anger out of a broken doll he had found but if his other life had taught him anything, is to never show that anger on your face or act on it.
Not if you, you want a good beating.
He had never met somebody other than a Pig, who would treat him as if he was a normal person, all those good looking people he passed on the streets of Tokyo, were one of three types.
One, the type who flat out ignores him and pretends he doesn't exist.
Two, the type to pity him and make themselves, feel good about their own looks by hanging out with him.
Or three, the type who outright harassed him and are more likely to steal his wallet and clothes.
Yes, the life of one, nicknamed 'Pig' was far from glamorous but at least he was alive.
No matter, how pathetic it was just by living.
But at least, one good thing came out of it.
No matter how much he ate, he would never get any larger than his current weight.
He had been taking the same journey for 10 year's, walking for several miles every day, just to get to his job, where he was disrespected so much and looked down upon.
There are lots of saying out there, to inspire people to reach high and achieve those dream's, about every celebrity it in the world has given one speech or another about not letting anybody stop you and keep on going.
When it fact's, it was all about the look's, if you didn't have that, than you should give up.
Any dream, he had, as a result of being reborn with a fresh start, had long since died when he reached teenagerhood.
He had never once experienced the pleasure's of life or the so called legendary high-school debut that people like to ramble on about.
Even when he walked down the street's, filled with camera's for Japanese star's, getting discovered shouldn't even cross his mind.
After all, that was how the entertainment industry worked, only shoot what the main public wants to see, it didn't matter if he might be able to sing really well that put's most singers to shame, dance as if he had year's behind him or he had one outstanding talent that could make millions.
Nobody would give him a shot, because of how he looked.
He was going to die, fat, alone and licking somebody else's boot.
He arrived home, super late as usual, and thanks to his money at the convenience store, they could afford to fix the shabby looking house, quiet a bit and if something broke, they could replace it.
He know there were other Pig family's, out there, that had it much worse than him, so he didn't complain when they had noodle for the third time this week with convenience store meat.
They had an old fashioned and that they found when, they saw somebody was about to throw it out to make room, for a bigger and more up to date one.
Sure the people who gave it to them, were laughing behind their back but they were just thankful to get a TV for free.
His mother, loved to see the lives of the rich and pretty people, at least when you watch, T.V, they can bullshit real life as much as they wanted, and nobody would call them out on it.
It was a nice escape from reality.
Just, why had he been reborn?
Did, somebody enjoy, seeing, him suffer?
"And I've got to say, ever since you both came out as a couple and that big reveal that Kuon Hizuri is alive" The interview women said, she was a pretty women. "You two have been a powerhouse, ever since"
Sitting not that far from her, were two people who's looks made him want to roll his eyes so hard at.
They were none other 25 year old, Kuon hizuri and 21, Kyoko mogami-san, the now woman blushed and Kuon laughed, Manabu was disgusted, to find it was just as pleasant as his look's, what was most noticeable about them were the clearly expensive, couple rings.
"Oh, the women, look's so pretty" His mother said, "And the man is very handsome as well. They look so good together."
And all he could think about, was seeing the same two in real life, in Tokyo, several times and he was pretty sure, they didn't know he existed.
Just like every other celebrity.
"Now, let's talk about the new up and coming movie, your starring in together. Can you drop the audience a few hints?" The women said, smiling brightly, lightening up her features.
"Well... we can't really give the main plot away" Kuon said, and Manabu had heard enough, he got up and want to the small sink and washed his plate.
After that, he got ready for bed, by taking a bath and brushing his teeth and putting on his usual steam pressed underwear, just how he liked it and got into the tiny bed he called his.
He didn't see the sad look his mother wore, as she realized he was in his late twenties and he hadn't had time to enjoy life.
She would have loved to see her son married and producing a grandchild but the world was cruel and only cared about looks.
The best he could hope for, was to find a female, who was also like him.
She prayed that one day, her child would learn to enjoy life, even if it was just a little.
.
.
Manabu, woke up with an excruciating feeling in his chest, he was suddenly hot and boiling under his covers.
The world was dizzy, when he freed himself from them and he somehow managed, to make it to the bathroom to splash some water on his face, to cool himself down.
His vision cleared up, but instead of his own reflection staring back at him, it was somebody else, who looked verysimilar to Kuon Hizuri, but looked, a bit more mature.
This person had short black hair done up spiky and silver eyes!
The man was by far taller than him.
This kind of refreshing face, you would expect from a movie star!
What was this man doing in a house like this!?
He looked behind, him, wondering if the sparkling man was actually behind him and braced himself.
The man in the mirror did the same thing.
His hand want to touch his face, the man in the mirror did so too.
Wait.
He stretched his face skin, the man skin was also stretched too.
Holy crap, was this him!?
He compared his face to the one he had last night and couldn't believe it.
WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED!?
Was this magic!?
Did, he undergo plastic surgery?
Or was he simply, dreaming?
He smacked himself, to make sure he wasn't dreaming.
Yep, he wasn't dreaming, he could feel, that all to real pain.
Maybe, his mother knows what has happened to him?
So, he used his newly acquired feet, to walk out of the room, everything suddenly looked smaller now he was taller.
He banged his head against the ceiling, since he was now taller than the ceiling, he was again surprised by this.
He might as well crawl on the floor to her room instead of bending, and that's what he did.
He crawled into his mother room, which was also low and found his mother sleeping.
He almost didn't wake her up, she looked so peaceful.
She was unfortunately still working when he told her countless time's, he would take care of both of them.
But he needed somebody to talk to, and gently shook her awake and said.
"mom, wake up"
His mother moaned and stirred, no doubt her back was killing her like usual and her body was telling her to stay in bed.
"mom, wake up" he said, softer as her eyes began to open and he stared, inyo his mothers warm black one's.
She blinked and smiled and said.
"Charles, dear. I know you would come back one day. Your, just as young as I remember"
And he just had to thinking.
MOM.
WHO THE HELL IS CHARLES!?
WAKE UP!
Wait.
Charles?
Wasn't that the name of his so called dad?
His mother's eyes widened as she said.
"Wait, your not Charles."
And scene!
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