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Getting sick again with pneumonia for the third time in my life wasn't on my bucket list. Dying from it wasn't either. If I were still alive, I would have said that life gave me a 'Fuck it' list; giving me something that I had no control over, and having one of my lungs shut down in the middle of the night and having the other one fall shortly after. If you think bruising your knee or cutting yourself with a branch hurts, you don't know what it's like to have your lungs turn against you. It wasn't the first time I got pneumonia, I had it twice when I was a child, and only came out with scar tissue in my lungs.
Dying wasn't fun. Having your lungs tear from the inside out wasn't fun either.
Where I went wasn't fun. At first I thought that this was the afterlife. Nothing but complete blackness and dampness. I was tired and I was hurt and I wanted to sleep. To close my eyes and dream of my family. My pets. My very few friends. I was a quiet child. I didn't like attention. I couldn't express my feelings as easily as most other children did my age.
At first, I barley noticed it. The slight pressure around me, the soft or sometimes harsh rumbling around me. I didn't want to know when I noticed it. Maybe the Gods have finally decided my fate? Maybe they're going to take me to Heaven or to take me to Hell. I'm not a religious person, but I am spiritual. Just because I don't believe in a specific God doesn't mean I can't believe in a Paradise after I die.
The pressure around me got tighter, leaving me to believe that there were walls around me. The rumbling also got more noticeable, there was a softer one and a more harsher rougher one. I would have said that they sounded like voices, but I'm dead, and I'm not sure if there was anyone around here.
Once, the softer rumbling turned harsh. I didn't like it. It reminded me of how my parents used to fight. I blamed them for my depression - but not as much as I blamed my friends and the people around me. I was a hated child; I was a hateful child. Feeling my mind rage with unwanted thoughts and memories, I kicked out my leg once and curled up as small as I could get. The random rumbling stopped, but a greater pressure came to the area where I kicked.
I didn't know how long it was after that, but the pressure around me started to intensify. Like walls were closing in on me faster. I didn't like it.I didn't like any of it.
Awhile after that, the pressure started to burn, the feeling of being squeezed out of something was clear in my mind. I didn't know how long it was after the burning started, but after that came intense coldness then soft warmth. I don't want to know what's happening, but I want to know where the fuck I am.
Apparently I was reborn. I didn't want to be reborn. Especially in a place that speaks some language that reminds me of Japanese. Couldn't it have been German? At least I know more German than I do Japanese.
A woman usually took care of me, she had weird makeup and an even weirder hairstyle. Her face had red lines under her bottom eye lids and two dots above her thin eyebrows. Her hair was semi-loose, having the sides of her hair held in a wrapping and the ends twisted over so it looked like two bells were at the ends of her hair.
Every great blue moon a man came to visit me. He looked almost like the woman, except he had a darker black hair color. I didn't really enjoy his company, he had a metal pole stuck up so far his ass I'm surprised that I couldn't see it coming out of his mouth.
... I think the woman also had a pole stuck in her ass too, now that I think about it. They don't look rich, maybe they're apart of a gang or mafia?
I was a quiet child, and I hope that these people don't mind me being as silent and as observant as a week old child could be. They most likely appreciated my quietness, for they seem to be more content than what they would be if I screamed - this is only what I'm assuming. Most days, I'm just lounging around with the woman, or occasionally have a stare down with the man. I wish time went by as fast as it did in the womb. I want to know what school will be like her.
Apparently I made a mistake. I do not want to know what it's like to be in school. I am now three, and I hate this place. I have learned a handful of Japanese words and phrases and I can walk and shoot steel like white things out of me!
The first time I said my first word was when the woman - my kaa-san - started to bribe me with food. She didn't use any baby-voice words like with what my mom did to my baby sister when I was alive. Kaa-san actually just looked at me with her grey eyes and repeated the word she want me to say with a small piece of candy in her hand.
The first time I walked was because I was bored and needed to entertain myself, so I did what normal one and a half year old reincarnated child does, I stand up and walk to the man I now call otou-san.
The first time I shot those white things out of my arms was when a strange man that had the same hair style and makeup as my parents came over. I didn't know who he was, but I didn't like him. I didn't like this vibe he gave off, and I didn't like the look in his eyes. I would say that it was similar to what my otou-san had, but twenty times worse. It was like just the sight of living breathing things turned him on. Turned him on for what? I don't want to know.
He tried to pick me up. Like what I would always do if someone was touching me, stop and stare. His hands were large compared to my tiny arms. He had a nasty grin on his face while mine was indifferent. The man proceeded to grin at me, then he spoke; "You are the successor, you will become the Kaguya Weapon!" He then went on and took me from my home. He left. I was taken away from my parents. I didn't like that.
I retaliated, and kicked and squirmed and I even bit him, while he started to chuckle insanely. Then I felt weird and shot out the white steel things. It hurt like a motherfucker and I didn't like it. My skin peeled and cut open and bled. I didn't like it. I didn't like any of this. I don't like any of this.
"Come here, Tsukiko." A rough voice called me from my cell.
A lot of things has happened since I was taken, and I didn't like any of it. I came to realize that I was in a land known only as fiction. I don't know exactly where I am in the timeline, but then again I'm only eight and don't know much about this place.
"Tsukiko."
I shuffled around and looked up at the man that I hate.
"Today you will go on your first mission." He said gleefully, with a crazy gaze in his eyes.
I remained silent, I don't like this. He grabbed me by the arm harshly and dragged me off. I tugged back arm, "Stop." I hissed quietly.
"Oh, so she does talk!" He sneered, "What do you want."
"Stop. I don't like this. I don't like you."
"Too bad, Brat, we're doing this."
"I'll kill you. I'll take out your eyes. I'll take out your teeth and use them as a decorative necklace." I hissed, glaring as hard as I could at him.
"Oh, so you've finally grown a backbone!" He snarled, tightening his hold on me. "You are the Kaguya Weapon, you will do this."
I glared at him as he dragged me across the tunnels, and finally came out to a field with tents and a small burnt-out camp fire. There were scattered members of the Kaguya clan. The man - who I'll admit to never remember his name, now that I think about it - called out to his fellow clansmen and watched as the gathered in front of him. "Today, we will take out the Yuzuki Clan!" Cheers erupted, "Lets go!"
(Half-assed attempt to change my writing style)
Tsukiko didn't understand why she even trailed off of the rout the rest as the rest of her clan ran further ahead. It was just luck, the head of her clan let go of her arm and she saw an opening. She had ran away from all of her problems, getting away from those bad things made her life easier. She really didn't like leaving everything she truly knew behind. But she could adapt. She didn't mind much.
The country was wet and cold and dark, she like two of those and didn't really care about the other. The winters there were almost like taking a cold shower outside in the middle of a blizzard. She had to stop herself many times just to warm herself up with the little survival skills she has.
It was almost like a frozen marshland, all ice and trees and frozen mud, Tsukiko could do with out the ice, but this isn't her world anymore - it's survival of the fittest. If she did not survive this, then all of her morals would scream at her for this pathetic death that had absolutely no action whatsoever.
In her past life, she was pretty good at Ice-skating, and she knew she could use her skills right now, but she didn't have anything to skate with. She looked around her scenery, the bark on the trees would break apart if she tried to use those, she couldn't use any plants, and she couldn't use the ice, so what could she use?
At a lost, Tsukiko dropped the idea of skating, and settled with half running and half sliding.
Whatever this place is, it was certainly different than kiri. It was green, dark green. And it was dark, like a swamp kind of dark. Tsukiko didn't like any of this, but it was to be if she wanted to survive.
Pausing to take a breath, she looked around herself. So far, she had been running west, maybe she should run north? No, it'll only get colder, which she didn't mind, but she did not want to freeze to death one night. She can't go east, so south is the way to go. She glanced at the sky, and she realized she was facing northeast. She turned around and faced the south. Sucking in a breath, she sighed, "Here goes nothing." She mumbled.
She ran and ran until night came, she rasped and coughed and panted, but she didn't mind - she couldn't mind. Getting far away as possible, she needed to get away from her clan, and she needed to learn how to use her ability better.
Tsukiko let out a huff, and gasped in some air. This was going to be a long journey.
The air here was clean and full of flowers. The grass and trees were both a beautiful shade of green, and the water sparkling in the light. All of this was perfect. But one thing was off putting about it, there was a small girl, white hair and red markings on her face. She was bleeding, she had been bleeding for awhile, but didn't have enough time to take care of it.
She stopped at a small body of water, and tore off some of her clothes to stop the bleeding. She watched as her blood polluted the water, turning it red. Huffing, Tsukiko wrapped the now torn clothing around her her wounds. She frowned, realizing all that could go wrong in the open like this, maybe she should only come out at night? And only stay within the shadows?
Taking her time staring at the water, she heard rustling and dodged for cover, making more noise than who(or what)ever was coming towards her.
"Madara?"
"Who's she?"
"I-I don't know. She looks like she's older than us, by a year or so."
"Is she dead?"
Tsukiko decided to interrupt them then, "If I was, I wouldn't be breathing." She rasped, her eyes still closed. "Or awake, for that matter."
The boys jumped back, one of them seemingly more mature than the other, for he pulled something out(by the rustling of his clothing) while the other fell back.
"H-How did you do that?" Asked the one who fell, she didn't like his... caring-ness, but she's in an unknown place she doesn't know , and she didn't like any of it, but she had to deal with it.
Tsukiko cracked open her eyes to stare at the newcomers, "Do what?" She inquired. She gave them both a once over, one of them was on the ground, while the other had something that looked like a kunai in his hands. The one on the ground had brown hair and eyes, and wore a typical men's yukata. The other one had black hair and eyes, and wore a men's yukata with different tones of a faded blue.
"You were just unconscious," The one in blue said, "I know you were, I know when someones is conscious or not."
Tsukiko hummed, "Well, that means you're weak in that area." She gazed up at the blue sky, birds and clouds scattered it. Why was something as beautiful like this hidden away from her? She knew in her past life that she had seen the sky before, but not with this clearness it has now. "If you were fooled by me, that is. I haven't been outside since I was young - not that you need to know that - and I never had any training done before."
"W-What do you mean by that?" The timid one asked, his eyes wide. Tsukiko simple looked over at him impassively, questioning herself why she wasn't dead yet - or close to it.
"I have been-" She stopped herself, remembering a vow she made years before she died, "-Not healthy since I was young, so I was kept away from everyone. I-I never liked the children my age, I hated the adults, and I despised the... leader." Her eyes wondered back to the clouds and snorted, "If that makes any sense."
The one in blue frowned, letting the information sink in, having Tsukiko wonder if there were any holes in her 'past'. "So you lived on your own, having no other human interaction, and hated everything that had to deal with humans." He summarized.
She hummed, "Yes, yes, and yes. The only thing I got close to physical contact would be from the creatures in that dreaded c-" She stopped herself again, and thought over what to say next, but came with nothing.
"You poor girl," The timid one speaks up, slowly coming closer to the girl, "You have gone through so much!"
Tsukiko's breathing faltered, remembering a time when she was lied to by close friends, that she was being manipulated for personal benefits, that she was guilt-tripped into doing something that was beyond responsible. She remembered how she hardened her heart, freezing everything until nothing could break it, letting her thoughts of self-harm and distrust run wild, ending her life the moment she opened her eyes to a white ceiling.
She let her face mold back into the relaxed and uncaring one, her lids covering half of her dark eyes. She stared blankly at the sky, almost in a dead-esque.
She blinked, and forced a cruel smile, "I remember how I would starve myself, rejecting the food they tried to feed me," She started, her eyes sadistically sparkling, "I lost so much weight that I was almost nothing but bones. I remember how I almost died, and they ended up shoving leaves and raw meat down my throat so their fucking weapon didn't dull."
The boys paused, confused at her confession. After their minds digested the information, horror dawned upon their faces.
Who is this girl? Is she from a clan? Why would she be considered a weapon?
Should they fear her?
