The Earth After Rebirth

Kiro was sitting around the kitchen table with his family eating breakfast. Though he wasn't all there, the conversation he had with Saanvi worried him more now that Christmas was nearing.

'My father never loses.'

Replayed inside his head over and over. He was thinking all kinds of what if scenarios. He knew worry never helped anyone, only action did. But he had no idea how he would even begin to act to ensure their win.

"Are you okay baby?" Freya noticed that his mind was far away.

"Huh? Yes I am, why?" Kiro asked, acting dumb.

Freya didn't say anything, instead gave him a piercing gaze, that made him awkwardly shift from his chair, attempting to escape out there.

"I'm okay for real mum, just thinking about how dad is doing now."

That's what he said instead of running away. What good would running away be when they lived under the same roof.

Just then, his phone rang. He was glad his phone saved him from this terrible moment he was about to suffer.

"Yes?" He answered getting up from his chair and walking straight for the door.

He'd never been called before, other than his family. He had already concluded something bad happened and his dad was in the hospital, or worse, dead.

"May I speak to Mr. Kiro Waynworth?" The voice on the other end spoke, politely.

"This is he." He said quickly so the other person could tell him whether this was bad or good news.

The other person must've sensed his haste, "don't worry Sir, it's not anything bad." He quickly reassured him.

"Oh, okay? What's up?" He still didn't know who he was talking to, for all he knew it was the Blakeson telling them to give up.

"I'm the president of Future Inc. Jon Scott, the company you invested in, or should I say bought the majority shares of?" Jon introduced himself to his benefactor.

If it weren't for him, they would've failed as a company. He didn't just give them a little bit just so they could keep coming back to beg for more. He gave them enough to last them 2 years on research and establishing their standing in society.

"Of course, nice to finally meet you Mr. Scott." Kiro said with relief.

"Oh no Sir, no need to use an honorifics talking with this lowly being." He laughed lightly trying to butter him up.

"Do you know how old I am? I wouldn't feel right if I didn't, Mr. Scott."

He laughed nervously. He didn't know how old he was. He didn't know much about the book side of the business, he was in charge of creating the AI.

So everything with paperwork was always delegated to his vice. But today, he was told that this was a matter of utmost importance, so he had to be the one to speak to this person.

Instead of reading about his shareholders and learning more about them, he spent the entire night working on perfecting the AI. When he came to, it was already time to make the dreaded phone call.

"I'm sure you're wondering why I've called you today. Tomorrow we'd like to invite all of our shareholders, for a meeting. We'd like to keep our people on the know about everything." He said, as if reading from a pamphlet.

Kiro gave a slight chuckle. He could tell the kind of person this was and he didn't mind. He didn't have the mind of a politician, he had the mind of a creator, a crazy scientist if you will. That only meant to him, the company was in very safe hands.

"I see president Scott, isn't this a bit of a short notice?" Kiro asked, testing his power within the company.

There was silence for a while. Kiro reckoned they were telling him what to say.

"We can reschedule Sir. Anything that suits your schedule."

"Let's see..." Kiro pretended he was flipping some papers, "Okay, I can be there by 12 tomorrow."

"Perfect, perfect. I'll email you the address."

Kiro hung up because president Scott wasn't. He involuntary threw his hands in the air for celebration. He couldn't believe he procured the one company that will take over his world, this alone would've been enough to make them filthy rich.

But with his father building up a company of their own, that will make them, unmatched, possibly. It was a scary thing to think about.

'Well Kiro, this is what you wanted isn't it? To reign as if a god?' He told himself.

"What are you so happy about?"

His mother's voice brought him back to reality. She was poking out her head from the door, with a smile. Her pregnancy was barely visible, which was insane to Kiro. He thought having 3 would make her have a really huge belly.

Then something unexpected happened, Alora poked her head out too with a smile on her face and asked Kiro the same thing their mother had asked.

They both couldn't help but laugh. The only one who wasn't, was the imitator. She didn't know what was so funny about what she had just done.

'This, their happiness is all that matters. Everything else comes second.' Kiro mentally patted himself on the back.

"Actually..."

He trailed off, realising he'd only told his father about buying shares from some company. His mother loved overreacting, so he wanted to be very particular about what he says.

"I have a majority shares in some company that, will, possibly, be worth billions..."

'Great job champ, way to give it to her straight.' He sighed. Expecting an earful.

He instead felt warmth surrounding his entire being. When he opened his eyes, his mother had embraced him. He didn't know what it was, he guessed it was the pregnancy making her emotional because she started lightly crying.

Alora got out too, hugging Kiro's leg. Which made the moment more funny than a sentimental one.

"You've worked so hard for us." She told him, holding onto his right cheek. Occasionally caressing it. "Thank you."

The warmth in her voice made him hot and his eyes twinkled, an imaginary stone stuck on his throat making it hard to swallow. That's all he ever wanted, to make them proud.

"Thank you, mum."