A/N Well, I don't have much to say…except here's the Hunter x Hunter SI OC fic that no one ever asked for from me!
Disclaimer for the entire story: I don't own Hunter x Hunter or anything related to the Hunter x Hunter franchise! I am in no ways Yoshihiro Togashi, nor will I ever be!
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She was born aware—so very, very aware… Touch, sound, and even taste—she was aware of it all. And it was no wonder why she wanted to scream and cry, because it was so overwhelming and terrifying.
She could hear voices, speaking in a different language than the one she was accustomed to speaking (it was at least one she could understand). She could feel the soft cloth that had been wrapped around her body that was suddenly so small. She could taste the liquid substance excreting from the nub-like object that her mouth refused to release, despite how much she tried.
All of this and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. It was all happening in real-time. Life had no pause button. And life, as she had only just come to realize once she began to calm, had only just begun for her…for a second time.
You have got to be fucking kidding me…
Only she would have the luck of discovering that reincarnation was real by experiencing it herself. It was not worth the shock nor the fear. But what exactly could she do, considering that she was just born?
Fuck all, that's what!
She was honestly too exhausted to even deal with any of this—from both the birthing process (which no person should ever undergo while aware) and the sudden introduction to her new life (her second one, to be more precise). All she wanted to do now, as she listened to the soft, feminine voice singing to her what sounded like a lullaby, was sleep. Little by little, the song slowly lulled her to sleep, but not without her having the chance of learning her name.
"Go to sleep, my little Silvia…" Silvia—so that was her new name for this life…how pretty…
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Hours later, Silvia awakes and cries out of hunger and discomfort from soiling herself. It absolutely sucks ass and reinforces the fact that, until she is old enough (physically, at the very least), Silvia is stuck relying on her parents to tend to her every need. And there is not a damn thing she could do about it.
It really sucks being a baby…
Fortunately, for Silvia's sake, she spends the majority of her first year sleeping it away. She sleeps because she wants to, because there is not much to do and it helps pass the time (of which is passing by so painfully slow). She also sleeps because she is prone to headaches from listening in on the conversations around her at times. And of course, she sleeps because it's comfortable—just being so close to her mother's body, listening to the sound of the heartbeat that made her feel as though nothing was wrong. Even though she sometimes felt it was.
I died once already.
She doesn't really think much on the past—not when it makes her head hurt so much. She prefers to think about the present and maybe the possible future (she had goals to fulfill and one of them was to walk). She doesn't have much to think about, regarding her past life's final moments (she had to have died in order to be reincarnated). It is a complete haze to her…but maybe it was better than knowing, because dying is never exactly something she'd want to recall, if she was given the choice.
It probably hurt like a bitch.
By the time she turns one, Silvia is crawling. She has also started talking, having said the usual baby spiel of mama and papa only a couple of months ago. It was one of the rare occasions where she was awake and she almost regretted it, because of the attention it earned her. In Silvia's case, sometimes the extra attention induced a headache and it was never pleasant. Really, there just had to be a downside to being a baby that was born knowing and understanding the spoken language.
At the very least, the headaches have started to lessen, allowing Silvia to stay awake much longer than usual. As a downside, there has been an introduction of an even worse pain that is unimaginably annoying: teething.
Fuck my life!
Silvia is absolutely irritated from the pain that was associated with the eruption of pearly white teeth in her gums. She cannot wait for the day when it all stops and the day she can regain the independence she once took for granted.
I'm bored.
She has no nursery—just her parents, so it's quite easy for boredom to strike when not much happens. The boredom only worsens when Silvia memorizes the routine her parents seem to follow. And since sleeping no longer is as easy as it used to be, Silvia begins to listen again, albeit with care, and it is through listening that she learns the names of her parents.
Cecelia is the name of the young woman who carries Silvia on her back, using a long length of cloth as a makeshift baby sling. She is quite beautiful, with long, dark hair and brown skin. To Silvia, Cecelia seems rather young for a mother, for someone who appears barely in their late teens to early twenties (at least, in Silvia's opinion). And yet, Cecelia proves to be an excellent mother and never once struggles raising Silvia while Lucio is away.
Lucio is the name of the young man, about the same age as Cecelia, who Silvia regularly sees at the beginning and end of a day. His hair is a short, messy mop of dark brown and like Cecelia, his skin is also brown, but of a lighter shade, of which Silvia has inherited. Always appearing exhausted, but never once complaining (and Silvia would know, because she can understand what her parents are saying), Lucio is someone who intrigues Silvia because she never knows where he goes. He just leaves early in the morning and returns later in the evening, but never empty-handed.
What it is Lucio brings back, Silvia can't exactly say, though she assumes that it is food because Cecelia is never without any ingredients to cook (that is, when she does cook). It isn't always food, of course. Sometimes, Lucio brings back material for Cecelia to make clothes, which is what she has been doing while she cares for Silvia. Oddly enough, the clothes are for neither of them to wear, but for Lucio to take with him whenever he leaves for the day.
One day, just a few months after Silvia's first birthday, when the weather is no longer as chilly as it had been and Silvia had taken her first wobbly steps, Lucio breaks the routine Silvia has memorized. He breaks it by switching places with Cecelia, so it is now Lucio who carries his daughter on his back. But it doesn't stop there.
Instead of staying home, as Silvia had expected Lucio to do, since Cecelia had long since gone, Lucio leaves as well. And for the first time in this life, Silvia finally catches a full glimpse of the world around her. Silvia is absolutely delighted with what is happening, and surprises her father when she suddenly squeals for seemingly no reason.
Lucio almost mistakes Silvia's outburst for one of distress. It is, after all, the first time Silvia has been separated from her mother. Fortunately, that is not the case and Lucio sighs in relief before lightly chiding his daughter for scaring him like that. He chuckles when he receives a laugh in response.
Soon, Silvia stops laughing as she takes in her surroundings and while she is certainly no stranger to the language spoken around her, the same cannot be said about her new environment.
Where am I?
It sure as hell isn't Southern California, that's for damn sure. Where exactly Silvia is, she has no idea. All she can really do is observe and make inferences from there, as best as she could. From what she had managed to gather from her observation, it is a plain-looking hut that she and her father leaves.
Their hut is one of many in the area, all of which were seemingly identical in every way. Of course, if one were to look closely, they could notice the subtle differences, but Silvia is not in any way capable of noticing said differences. Her perspective is limited and the most she can really do to tell each hut apart is from watching the people that dwelled inside leave their homes.
The people, as Silvia continues to observe, are of a similar complexion to her, Lucio, and Cecelia. They are brown, but of varying shades, with dark hair of differing lengths and hairstyles. They wear similar clothes consisting of plain shirts and capri-like pants. It is not exactly what Silvia would call fashionable, but she could only assume that there was practicality associated with the garments.
Well, it's not as bad as it could be…
Laughter fills the air and snaps Silvia out of her train of thought as her eyes focus on the children running around, so freely without a care in the world. She envies them, for being able to run so easily, when she could barely take a few steps without landing flat on her face. One day, that'll be her, running alongside with them…today is just not that day.
For now, Silvia is somewhat content going wherever it is her father is going. Not that she really has a choice when she's stuck in a baby sling, but she isn't complaining. Silvia is just happy to see new things.
Because I am alive.
And Silvia will do whatever it takes to stay alive, because she is not one to pass up second chances.
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A/N It's a short chapter, but like…it feels right to end it here. Just keep in mind that I have a lot that I want to get off my chest, because I spent an obscene amount of time researching information for this fic…and none of it has to do with Hunter x Hunter canon material.
So like…I've been wanting to write a Hunter x Hunter SI OC fic for some time when I started reading the manga in like…May of last year? Yeah…but I never really had a scenario in mind until literally this month when I just suggested the idea of a language barrier to separate Silvia, the SI OC for this fic, from the others.
In each of my SI OC stories so far, the thing they all shared in common is that they have ADHD (Combined hyperactive-impulsive and inattentive subtype) and are asexual, which means they do not experience sexual attraction (they do, however, experience romantic attraction). The reason for this is because they are based off of me, being SI OCs (so keep that in mind when you're reading any SI OC fic I write). That being said, there has been one unique trait I have given to them that set them apart from each other before their personalities became distinct enough to differentiate them from one another.
Apathy's Sawada Setsuna is chubby and fucking done with the world because her attempts to avoid becoming the anime have been futile, Gone Fishing's Mako is half fishman, Metamorphosis's Aburame Shiki has asthma, and Butterfly Child's Akimichi Chōko is screwed over majorly by irony. Silvia got stuck with a language barrier that isn't really that apparent...yet.
So I'm always going off that I know like two other languages, besides English, so I just thought that maybe I should probably incorporate that into a fic somehow. And that's pretty much how you got this fic, because I have a lot of experiences with a language barrier (in regards to understanding my own parents in the past) to get off my chest in some form and absolutely no self-control, because as a communication major, this fic is hitting off many of the things I've found interesting. So expect me to nerd out in some way—just expect it.
For now, I'm keeping things vague as possible when it comes to the language that Silvia understands in this fic. If you guys have been reading my A/Ns and paying attention to my posts on tumblr, then it shouldn't be too hard to figure out. Otherwise, just wait and see, because it'll pop up eventually.
That's about all I have for now and I want to thank Plouton for helping me out with this fic (check out their fics while you're at it). And just because, a special mention goes to deletrear, for their awesome Hunter x Hunter fics keeping me motivated to write this fic! Just…check them both out, they're really awesome, okay?
That's about all I have for now and I will try to get the next chapter up when I can, so until next time, everyone! KD out! XD