This is written at Anime gurl and u know it's request, based around her character, Bree. I'm not sure how well it's working, but here goes nothing...
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Prolouge.
I looked out at the street, toddling around the warm kitchen on my chubby baby legs. It's hard to balance, and my wings flutter, keeping me upright. It seems strange to be here, with Husky and Nana and Senri, especially since my new voice is only just learning to make proper words. I am eight months old, but I have a memory stretching back eighteen years, including six months of being dead, nine months of being an unborn foetus, and four years of travelling with my parents, and 'uncle Sen'...
"Cooro, lunchtime." Says Nana brightly, picking me up. I wonder how they feel, having me as their child. THey know I'm not ordinary, they know I was their friend, and Husky knows very well that Nana briefly entertained a crush on me when we were about thirteen. That makes mealtimes awkward. I slip away from my mind, letting it fall into the infantile daze it should be. It would be so much easier just to be a normal child, but that is asking far too much of my second chance. So, apparently are all my requests for apples. I would kill, I would die - again - for an apple.
I sigh, calling into the now empty expanse of my subconcious. I can no longer hear my Anima speaking to me, but my wings are no longer the result of an anima, I can't make them disappear anymore. They are nearly invisible when folded against the white skin of my back, but they're still there, pale, transparent, supernatural.
I smile and gurgle happily as Nana begins bouncing me up and down, cooing at me. It's what she expects, and I try to play the part of a normal infant.
Still, it is kind of fun...I smile to myself. I have changed, it's true, but there is still some part of the original Cooro in me. I tell myself that everyday. I have to.
I'm starting to sound like my anima...
