Baby Tooth was different. She wasn't like her sisters, identical to each other, yet distinctly unique. She knew that they would titter behind her back about her mismatched eyes. She knew they would make open fun of her beauty mark, making shows of posing and pouting out their lips like that one movie star. And she knew that, above all, they would wonder why. Why was she so special? What made her deserve to stand out?

Baby Tooth didn't wonder. Baby Tooth knew.

She knew that she wasn't just an offshoot of her re-mother. She remembered things that she had never experienced. She remembered running through grass and trees. She remembered laughing and speaking in a voice that could be understood. She remembered a warm, smiling face that was always there, always watching out for her. She remembered that same face disappearing and feeling a crushing sadness. She remembered growing up, moving on but never forgetting. She remembered growing old. She remembered sinking into the snow's warm embrace, falling asleep and waking up to large amethyst eyes hovering over her kindly.

That was her first memory of this new life. At first, she had been scared. The face had been so big, but soon she realized that she was just very small. Tooth had been very kind, smoothing her little feathers and primping her unused wings with gentle fingers, telling her how excited she was to finally meet her chosen one. For that was how she was created. The Tooth Fairy queen had chosen her when she was still human and fragile, claiming her spirit once her mortal life was done. Baby Tooth knew that her re-mother was more aware of the flow of destiny than she let on; she had picked her for a reason.

Baby Tooth knew her feathery crown was yellow instead of green because she was not a cluster of dispelled feathers given a life of their own. She knew that the little dark mole that sat under her right eye was a remnant of who she had been. And she knew that her eyes didn't match because one showed how she belonged to her queen and the other proved that she belonged to someone else just as much. Someone she had been separated from for far too long. Someone whose name she would whisper to sleeping children when she went out to gather teeth, planting the seeds of belief. Someone she loved dearly, though not the way her sisters did.

"Hey, Baby Tooth! You ready to go?"

Baby Tooth felt her heart rise in happiness at the voice. She zipped through the cloud of her sisters, ignoring their infatuated chatter and the occasional protest of "Why her? Why does he like her best?" She just smiled as she settled into her spot in the folds of the frosted blue hood. She knew why, even if Jack and her sisters didn't. She knew there was an unbreakable bond that would connect them forever.

"I love you, Jack," she chittered, wrapping her arms around the side of his cold neck as he launched them into the sky, masking the hug by grabbing onto his floppy hair for balance. But in her heart, she knew he wasn't fooled. In her heart, Baby Tooth knew that her brother loved her too.

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A/N: It's a bit sloppy, but there you have it. A Kagirinai ramble about Baby-Tooth-is-really-Jack's-sister. Enjoy.