Tsukuyomi Sawada

Chapter 1: Of Funerals and Trippy Births

I stood at the back of the church as people clad in black 'mourned' for the body in the coffin in front of the altar. There air quotes there because the school principal forced, like, 78% of the student body to come and the others were my 'friends' and family. I scoffed. Those fucking asses think they've got the right to blasphemize my death.

Yeah, they kinda pushed me into the school pool. Did I mention that I can't swim? No? 'Kay.

Why did they do that? Oh, it was because they were, I quote, bored and thought it would be fun. Psychos...

So here I am, attending my own funeral, wondering if this was really all that there was to life after death. I could see clearly, but my hearing's all jammed up since I could only hear scraps and someone would have to be pretty close for me to hear them clearly. Kinda ruins my expectations of Ghosthood.

As I was caught up in my thinking a girl in white positioned herself next to me. I didn't bother to look at her since she was either a sympathetic stranger who liked funerals or another hypocritical asshole.

"Amber Collins," I jerked at the sound of my name. "I came to collect you."

This time, I did look her over. She was really beautiful with her long raven hair flowing freely behind her and her warm blue eyes that looked sad as she smiled at me. Then, I did something as crazy as she said.

I laughed.

Poor soul must've died in an asylum or something. Sure, I'm a Catholic but I never believed in that crap. Yes, I was curious as to what lies beyond the doors of Death, but that's it.

Thing is, she was frowning and my laughter turned nervous. Oops?

"I'm screwed, aren't I?"

She smiled. "Not quite, follow me..." she offered a hand.

I don't know why, but I took it.

~[Katekyo Hitman Reborn!]~

When we left the church, the quiet roads didn't greet us. Instead, we were somewhere bright and empty. The floor and the walls were both white and the only way to distinguish between them were the intricate engravings on the wall.

"My name is Lillian," she told as we walked down the seemingly endless corridor. "And we are in the depths of your soul."

I snorted. "I always knew my soul was empty."

Lillian shook her head. " Souls are holders of doors to a person's different facets. Once the person des, all but two doors disappear," she explained.

"And that's because?"

She ignored me. "What you know of the World's religions is both true and false. While Father did create the Universe, He had some help from other Entities. Hinduism, Buddhism, Christianity, Greek Mythology, and all others are all connected with another."

I thought about it for a moment. "So, you're basically telling me that Nirvana is Heaven and I've been reincarnated several times before this? And all those wars held in the name of religion was because they're all fighting over which god is Almighty? Is that right?"

Lillian nodded. "Bravo, except not really."

"Eh? What do you mean?"

She stopped walking then and it seemed as though we had reached a dead end. "I mean," a door began to manifest against each wall as she spoke. "You get to judge yourself whether your are worthy of Eternal Peace or if you have to go through the Reincarnation process again." What. "Let me warn you, though... some people chose Eternal Peace despite the fact that they are unworthy and this has-"

"Damned them, right?" I cut her off.

She nodded with a proud smile. "Bravo, what else?"

"Say, what happens if someone chooses Reincarnation even though they're worthy?" I asked.

"Their loss," she shrugged before turning serious. "How about you? What do you chose?"

I thought about, reflecting on the life I had lived this time around, and decided that I was in no way worthy.

"Show me my next life," I told confidently, certain I had made the right choice.

Lillian nodded, smiling happily and proudly this time. "All right."

The double doors on my left began creaking open to reveal some sort of desert plane with a red sky and black swirls. Trippy.

I walked inside and the doors shut close behind me and disappeared, leaving me alone in an endless sandy plane of trippiness and rebirth, so I decided to go for a walk because that's just completely sane, ya know?

Shortly after I started walking, the sky seemed to grow farther away from me. No. No, I was just sinking in actual quicksand. And I mean quick.

I started crying as I squirmed, the fear finally kicking in. There was nowhere to grab on to pull myself out and my screams were caught in my throat as the sand cut off my senses and I was left in complete and utter darkness.

~[Katekyo Hitman Reborn!]~

I was still crying when I came to. A pair of alien arms wrapped around me, so I must've been pretty tiny. I felt myself get handed to the gentlest hands ever. They were so warm that feeling at home just couldn't be helped. I wish I could see clearly right now, all I'm getting is a bunch blurry images and dim lights.

Then I remembered.

"Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Sawada!" Someone said as my vision began to clear. I could register images of brown hair and brown eyes, blonde hair and... Damn, my eyes hurt. "It's a baby girl!"

I was reborn.

... Why does Sawada sound familiar?

"You did wonderfully, Nana..."

Oh God, no.

"Iemitsu..."

Please, no.

"So what do we call her?"

Shit.

"Tsukuyomi," Nana, I mean my mother mumbled lovingly. "Tsukuyomi Sawada."

Can someone explain to me just how the Hell I ended up in KHR?!