Disclaimer: KHR is not mine and will never be, the wonderful Akira Amano does. Thank her for creating it.

Warning: Bad grammar and spelling... SWEARING... a lot... depends :p. I do not own the cover image. It's temporary until I can colour the one I drew. ._.

The soft, stable clicks of the clock's hand led me to question my mental stability everyday. The buzzing of the silence progressively increasing my curiosity.

I may be slightly smarter than the average, slightly more patient than the average but lying on your back all day, having no prospect of progress on anything at all. No action, no movement but eating, sleeping and... and taking a number 2 or 1 in diapers were just... pointlessly irritating.

Annoying, waste of my time, aggravating, mocking, infuriatingly painful... provokingly maddening.

Anything to take me away from this damn crib, from this room would be wonderful, fantastic and god damn magical.

Would be my thoughts everyday.

Well, until I finally thought of practicing how to speak, stand, walk and finally... finally pinch off my diaper and take a good look at my genitals.

Which in turn, led me to think of how stupid I was to spend several months pitying myself and my sorry state. Numb muscles from my arm stretching to slap my forehead in annoyance.

I sighed, exasperated.

"What a hassle"

Oh my god... who was that? Am I going crazy, am I finally insane?

It took me a couple of minutes to realize who said that and capture a pair of stiff, trembling hands flip up quickly. Said hands held up towards the ceiling for 5 long majestic minutes.

I could speak.

Holy honey sugar god of the magical candy land.

I mean... I could swear now... i mean, i could communicate to my mommy dear.

Now... now to move onto strengthening my muscles. To check if i was still a male. To slowly rip the diaper.

Of course i was still a male. I mean what sort of god would put a 16 year old male in a female body?

2 months later

A fucking sadist, of course.

Would you look at that... down there. There's no ding dong. There's no sausage. No wiener.

Somebody help me. Dear lord, life is precious and insanely beautiful but at times it's equally as disturbing.

It's painful.

Even if i was just reborn as a girl now, it feels like my male genitalia was harshly cut off.

I-i could just ignore it. I guess?

No big deal, right?

I questioned myself. Reassuring myself. Yea... i would be fine...

I'm just gonna go through my life as a girl. Not like losing my penis was a big deal.

Existential crisis, resolved? Yea, probably. I could just have a sex change.

Is there one at this time anyway? I haven't exactly figured out what year and day i was in.

If there wasn't one and i'm way back at the past.

I'm gonna have people call me daddy. I swear i will let their existence remind me that i was a guy before. Because there was no way in hell i was gonna go through hormones, puberty, romance and all those magical stuff as girl. I'd be gay.

There's no problems with gays but i am straight. Will always be. Yea... i would.

Now to get back to reading.

Picking up the old looking book and sloppily opening it. I finally realized. That the words were in another language. A language that i vaguely remembered studying at year 7-8.

It was in italian. And i barely remember the language.

Now you may retort back to me by saying that 'isn't it lucky that you know even a little bit of it to start off on?'

Now, my young ducklings, yes it is.

You remember the time i told you that i have patience that's slightly above average? Well my beautiful munchkins. I won't be able to wait that long.

The world i'm in becomes so much more beautiful every time i blink. Note the hatred and sarcasm laced in this thought.

Shit just keeps getting better because all my fucks have already been freed and to be honest, i need an alternative. So i'm gonna throw shit at life. As. much. as. possible.

Where is my mother? I need a change of diapers.

2 more years

It took me 2 more years to figure out what date it was. From the books, from the news and from the gossip.

It took me 2 years to notice i was an orphan. I just had my own room because the orphanage was quite spacious. Quiet and old, though brand new and noisy at the same time. Beautiful but ancient.

14 bedrooms and 9 children. I get paranoid each time the clock ticks and somebody walks down the hall, the wooden floorboards creaking eerily.

They nearly scared me shitless when they opened the door to check if i was sleeping. I swear the person responsible for this orphanage was doing this on purpose. Opening the door excruciatingly slow to scare the crap out of me. Which, let me tell you, actually did. I cried so much just to get sweet sweet revenge.

You see, i read books most of the time, Alessia, the person responsible of the orphanage, checked up on me. Gently reminding me to go to sleep worriedly. I would, after an hour or 2 when it was 12 p.m.

Now i would describe Alessia to be a little better than an average looking girl, brown hair and green eyes. I would say she was beautiful in her own way though.

Alessia's troubled expression would meet mine every night. It would harden even more each night.

Finally, she thought of a plan. And well, as you know. It was to scare me.

I think she was planning to just scar me 'slightly'.

She didn't know it would loosen my bowels and shit would come rushing out. Her face contorted in disgust as the smell floated around the air. It just wouldn't stop flowing same goes for the tears. Both my ass and my eyes burned.

I remember it so vividly, even the feeling. It scarred me enough to sleep at 10 p.m. and it scared Alessia enough to be careful around the halls. Which just made it worse. Or she was doing this on purpose because she figured out i was crying just to get revenge.

Story time over though, Alessia established before this incident that i was some sort of genius for knowing this much. Alessia barely even knew how to read and write. Though she tried her best to teach me.

January 1st, 1607.

It's so god damn far back and it just gets better from there.

Cecilia Silvano. The start of the name came from my mother but the rest was all Alessia. Silvano...

I was born in May 16th, 1606. Approximately 6 months old. My parents? I don't have a father she says. I have a mother she said. Typical, i would think. Though i was just kindly accepted in the orphanage because of my mother. She gave birth at the streets with the help of Alessia, fortunate enough to stumble through her. And, i was born at the streets out of some sort of miracle, at the cost of my mother's life.

I really didn't know how to react to that sort of revelation. It wasn't typical, i would think. It was painful to feel but there was nothing to react to . I didn't know her, she didn't take care of me but just the thought of her going through the birth, begging Alessia to accept me and weakly mutter her last name just to give me something to know the me here as... just made living here so much more painful.

Everything wasn't so sappy and harsh in the... 'future'. The place where i used to live. Well, developing countries still go through this but...

Everything was given to me and when i went through that 'questioning my existence in this world' or 'what's the meaning of life face ' 'phase', i foolishly thought how there was no point in life when there was people who would wish for food, for clothes... for a family just like mine.

I realized that but i refused to accept the reality in front because somewhere... somewhere, there was just something better. Anime... worlds, you know? There was nothing to reassure me that that was true. So... i didn't want to live.

And i never got through that phase until this revelation. I wanted to live that life again, so desperately. I was in a safe haven. That was utopia. I thought i was strong. Being exposed to this much pain and the poor ways of living in this time was just too much.

I thought i could handle it. But i couldn't...

I sighed exasperatedly. Another existential crisis. Great.

I'm thinking about depressing things again. Jeez, i just promised to myself that i'll live this 2nd chance of mine to the fullest. I would make a change. To help people out there through the pain, you know?

I still do love procrastination. So i'll just do what i can to selfishly live a life i can tell myself was 'good' enough.

That's not the point now though.

I GOT A LOOK OF MYSELF.

And god damn i was good looki- Cute.

Alessia would always comment at how my hair was colored abnormally.

Soft white hair that would glisten when exposed to the sunlight and light blue eyes that scared the living daylights out of Alessia once. She said it was glowing in the dark. I didn't know how to respond... So i told her it was just 'cool'. I had pale skin, my face was just adorable and i was simply contemplating at how beautiful my mother is to be able to make 'me'. Overall, i looked like a fragile doll.

...I have anime hair.

Oh yes i do.

I got dem power.

Next thing i know. I'm actually in an anime.

I will majestically turn into a magical girl and kick ass .

Wearing a white button up shirt and light blue overalls that looked worn out, i trudged down the stairs.

Waking up from a baby crying their heart out was irritating. I heard the source downstairs so i grumpily decided to check what it was.

I heard the soft hums of Alessia's voice. Trying to calm down the baby. I strode towards her uncomfortably. Gently yanking at her dress.

She quickly looked at me with panic stricken eyes and i sighed.

"Pull some funny faces, Alessia. The kid'll calm down." I said tiredly.

She quickly complied, trusting my words .

The crying gradually became quieter replaced by soft gurgles and adorable giggling. If i get strong enough i will hold onto this child.

Alessia relaxed. Though her posture was still stiff.

"He was abandoned...", She spoke up, her hands trembling with what you'd think would be anger. She was scared. For herself if this child was someone important or for the child itself.

"Unlikely Alessia. Just relax and do what you do best. Smile and take care of people. Because if you're afraid, the kids will wonder and mirror you. Since they are still children." I softly replied.

She quietly laughed ," I'm older than you but you're smarter. I've experienced more but you're wiser. Why is that..."

" You're not expecting me to answer?" I asked, eyeing her, half lidded.

Alessia gently rocked the baby and lulled him(?) to sleep, "... No. Because it may just be a simple reason."

She smiled warmly down to my figure.

I returned the expression though a little stiff.

True... It is. I was given a second chance in life and i'm living through it.

Standing next to this 15 year old women, i nodded.

" Do you know his name?"

She sadly shook her head, her hair bouncing as she carefully adjusted her hold of the baby, "Unfortunately, no. I just saw this child abandoned at the path. I couldn't just leave him if we have this much space in the house."

A frown slowly crept on my face though i would i say i was internally smiling, "Are you planning to name him...?"

"Him... and yes... I very much do. I thought you were about to disagree of this idea. There's not much food to give to all the children in the orphanage and now we have to have room for one more. We... we can handle it, i'm sure." She reassured me.

" I mean i would have even though i worry that you don't eat much already but you seem to favour this child quite a bit." I responded, amused.

She giggled, "Anyway, do you have any ideas for this child's name?"

I slowly raised a brow. I do.

I laughed inside. A smile threatening to split my face as i thought of the last name of my sister's favourite anime character.

Giotto Taru, was it?

From the anime Katekyo hitman reborn.

I chuckled, Alessia patiently looking at me with twinkling eyes.

The name's too weird though.

"No. I'm horrible at naming stuff..." I answered, a small pout on my face.

She sniggered, "How cute."

I blushed slightly, shivering in discontent "Alessia stop, just no..."

She eyed me weirdly. An awkward silence playing between us.

A little panic electrocuted my body as I nervously spoke up, " So have you thought of a name, yet?"

Alessia held her gaze at me but she finally let go and smiled, "Yes. I've thought of a perfect name."

I smiled. Typical. Always creative, she would've been a brilliant student in school.

" Giotto Taru. His name is Giotto Taru. "

Giotto Taru? ...

I choked from my spit and a elegantly tripped. I floorpalmed. The floor majestically smothering my face, smelling like a musty toaster.

That's probably just a coincidence... I looked at the child, calming my breathe.

"Are you alright? Was it too bad?" She panicked rushing towards me, trying not to wake the baby.

Now that i get a good look at him... He does have a little strand of blonde hair. Definitely a coincidence.

" I-i'm fine... just, why Giotto Taru?" I shakily questioned.

" W-well, when i checked his eyes. It was an abnormal colour like your hair. I-it wasn't white but it was light sunset orange. It just looked so mesmerizing and gentle. I felt as if i was sort of accepted? Which is weird because why would a baby accept me. I mean, Giotto means Gentle ruler... s-" Alessia stuttered.

The noise of my body hitting the ground interrupted her panicked speech.

I'm not familiar with the series but i'm familiar with my sister's fangirl rantings.

Maybe this was just a big coincidence. Or I just jinxed myself and shit just got real.

Sorry, i had to get off the couch... I'll go back to it don't worry. It's too precious. It's 3:05 AM so i wouldn't be surprised if i jump on it.

pls tell me if there's anything wrong with it lol. It's sort of my first fanfic.

Hope you enjoyed it, i guess...