AN: This is my first published story so be kind, ne?

I welcome people pointing out all of my mistakes and any pointers you could give~


I have always been a mature child. Ever since I was born, rather, ever since I could remember I had an unusual clarity of the world. At five years old I had noticed the way the teacher was looking at my classmates. At age eight I realised my neighbour Kyle was a sociopath. Seeing the world through such eyes gave me a calm and steadfast approach to life and I skipped the childhood phase altogether.

Unfortunately being so mature had its consequences. My mother had resented me because somewhere, deep inside, she thought I had robbed her of a child. After conceiving me she could not have any more children, I was defective but I was all she had.

It's okay though, I understood. Mothers were made to have children and children were made to be looked after. I didn't feel guilty or try to hide who I was. What's the point? This person didn't define me, I was not responsible for her care and it wasn't my fault she needed to live life through me. I didn't need the single mother and she didn't need me, she needed someone who was not me.

I didn't think she would do it. I was her daughter.

I was 17 at the time and studying some university courses online. Being mature for my age l had quickly skipped grades, before I knew it I had reached university. It was a shame that my mother wasn't proud. "Rin," she called my name in a dull tone. She had something that she was hiding behind her. "Yes mother?" In my arrogance I did not see it coming. She quickly slashed with her hidden kitchen knife. Agony and self-preservation caused me to throw myself out of my chair before she could take another swipe.

We lived in a poor neighbourhood; no one would let me in their house. I grabbed the chair with a strong grip. I did not have a phone to call for help. Could I do it? Yes. It was terrible but I had a cold heart. I still wonder if I could have done it before she had tried to kill me. I lifted the chair and swung it at her. It hit her with a sickening thud. She was knocked unconscious and the kitchen knife fell out of her grip. I kicked it further away from her and made towards the home phone. I dialled the emergency number. "Send an ambulance to 27 Torkins street. I have a deep laceration across my neck and chest. My mother was stuck and has fallen unconscious." I followed the person's directions and made sure my mother was okay, she was still breathing and had a steady heartbeat. I then tried to halt the flow of blood. I knew it wouldn't work. Along the way I had hung up on the person. I couldn't take any more of the questions. Are you still there? Could you tell me what happened? It'll be okay. Are you still okay? Ha.

Dizzy and cold I stumbled to my room. I had a large, floor to ceiling mirror that I had loved. I stood before it and looked again at who was before me.

Monster.

This person had bruised and broke her own mother.

How should I feel?

There were no regrets for the past in those dark eyes. No panic. There was no fear for the rapidly approaching death either. I reached for the person and the person reached for me. I smeared the mirror with blood when I put my hand on it. I took a shuddering gasp and tried to get my thoughts together.

Monster huh?

A bitter smirk appeared on my face.

My eyes closed and

I didn't feel myself hit the ground.

I thought, therefore I was. It seems that death was not the end. I was floating in an endless black void.

Hello child. I was startled out of my contemplation by a voiceless voice. Worry not, I mean no harm. "Who are you?" I smirked to myself. "Are you the poor sap who has to guard me in my afterlife?" Oh no child. You have a great destiny to fulfil. "Ah le le?" I muttered to myself. Wasn't my destiny over already? You will be reincarnated into a different world. Katekyo Hitman Reborn to be exact. I raised my eyebrow in question; I was going to be reborn into a story? What an unbelievable thing to say. Let's go.

It was pouring down rain. The water cascaded down onto a unmoving five year old in an alleyway. The boy had short, black spiky hair and golden eyes that were staring into the distance. He was dead. "Well, this is rather unpleasant." I knelt down near him. Poor guy. Such is his fate. He is at peace now. "How do you now that? Just who are you?" No one important. "This guy…" I looked closer at his face. "Looks just like the Arcobaleno Reborn." I stood up. "Regardless let's move onto different matters. Why have you brought me here?" That boy has lived in an orphanage for all of his life. He was born from a one night stand between Reborn and a nameless woman. Reborn doesn't know about him, neither does the world. "That's the best ne? It's better to be anonymous and untouched then known and assassinated." He hated his life at the orphanage and had left as soon as he thought he could do it and survive. "It's terrible and all but what does that have to do with me?" His past, present and future are now yours. "What's that supposed to mean?!" I started to panic, the voiceless voice couldn't mean that surly? I'm a girl! Yep, have fun.

It stopped raining and a sunbeam fell onto the once dead body. New life stirred into the once empty eyes. Eyelids closed once, twice and the boy opened his mouth. "DAMMIT SCREW YOU VOICE LIKE I NEEDED YOU ANYWAY!"

A new life had started.