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Snakes were one of the many creatures who caused superstition within the human race. They were mostly slimy, evil devils not to mess with, but were also something that were worshiped within a few cultures.

They - along with multiple other animals - were unwillingly thrown into a world where humans ruled and killed what was different than them and what they feared. Less than half of the snake population held fatal venom, but humans don't like being threatened, and mostly are the cause of the extinction of multiple animals.

But… to her it didn't matter, after all, and it wasn't like that she was trying to focus on trying to pretend that she wasn't just bitten by a Taipan, and currently had no clue as to where the hell she was, but knew that she should have stayed near the group, instead of fawning over the koala that she had spotted.


Death was different than she originally thought, it hurt like a motherfucker, and she had the constant(and uncomfortable) feeling that there was something pressing up against her on all of her sides. She wasn't claustrophobic, she just didn't like how human it felt, like skin that she doesn't want to feel.

But, then again, it was warm and quiet - inviting, even. Wasn't this what she wanted? To be comfortable and warm and feeling accepted? She wasn't used to this feeling, but she almost liked it, wished it would last forever, wanted it last and cover up all of those times she was stupidly called 'fat' or 'stupid' or 'whore' or 'unwanted'.

She pushed the thoughts out of her mind, and dreamt of a life she knew she wouldn't ever get, but what was stopping her? Sure, her depression hurt like a mothefucker, but she could deal with the headaches, and she knew that it was slowly leaving, considering how often she got them and how bad it got. She wasn't someone to just die like a fly to a frog, she would rather be the squirrel to the young falcon, at least she would get a fight in the end.

She thought that it was cute how she was obsessed with birds, but yet she was taken out by a land-dwelling creature(she knew that birds don't have much of a kill count, but she was in a state where she thought of everything and nothing, and the lines were very fine). She didn't have anything wrong against snakes, she did like them, but she still loved avions better than serpentes.

The pressure around her increased, and she remembered her friends; the ones who would hug so hard she would not have been surprised if she had broken a few bones. She wouldn't say she would be a hypocrite, but at least her hugs weren't so dangerous. The pressure gripped around her, and she relished it, taking in the warmth and love.

If she had taken a friend with her, she might still be alive, and probably have finished culinary school, and opened a small pastry shoppe, but what did it matter when there was nothing to use and sharpen it? Well, she always did have an amazingly vivid imagination, and she did often take long breaks with her martial arts, and practiced them in her head. Sure, it wasn't good for muscle memory, but it was better to remember than to forget, right? She could remember wielding a gong dao, or a pudao, or a spear, or a katana or even some daggers. She enjoyed the martial arts, but she sort of needed a job to get through life, so she decided to become a pastry chef, at least she was decent in the kitchen to begin with. With a sugar tooth as wild as hers, she was quite glad that she learned to take care of that tooth without killing herself with a fuckton of sugar and calories and fat.


Vision blurred, colors flying everywhere, flashes of blue and tan and red, and intense crying. That is what she saw; that is what she heard. But what she didn't want to feel was the freezing cold air, the sharp tang of sterile everything and sweat, cold air meeting lungs, and burning rubber swarming her body like waxing her entire body in the middle of a frozen tundra night. The cold stung her skin and lungs, and the rubber literally rubbed her the wrong way.

And that lasted for what felt like forever, but in the end she heard two words - two words in a foreign language.

"Asuka."

And with a haunted cry, Enkosugi Asuka was born. Born on the thirteenth of January, on a cold winter night.


She was… scared, admittedly. She died. She was supposed to be dead. But… what were those wonderful sounds? What was that warmth? How could she still feel hunger? Why could she hear infants crying? Why was everything so muted?

She wasn't one to question everything much(or at all), but it was becoming a nuisance. She wanted to sleep, and she couldn't get it with the loud(but muted) noises coming from every direction at all times of the day.

To her; days have passed.

But in reality; her first four months have already gone.


A hand enters her vision, and she swipes at the intruding object, spitting and growls at the brightly colored child's toy. The hand disappears into the blur of colors that mostly consisted of green and brown, but to only come back with another brightly colored toy.

She was incredibly pissed after she realized what happened. She was reincarnated. Fucking reincarnated. She hated the waking world, sleeping almost all the time. She never liked the food, refusing to eat until she was force-fed. She never really liked anything, almost everything. Almost. Not her brother. Not her twin. Not Rinji. Rinji was her twin, they were together since they were conceived.

And she made hell a living, breathing creature if she was taken away from him.

She did not like being away from him.

But it only got worse when he got sick. Very, very sick.

They wouldn't let her near him. They wouldn't let her be with him. She made sure all of hell would pay. She wouldn't eat, she wouldn't sleep, she wouldn't stop crying(if it wasn't that, it was ignoring everything), and she wouldn't let anyone touch her.

The pale hand came back again with a half of a ball of dango in its palm, and she bared her teeth(gums) at it, drooling a little.

She was sure she didn't want to be away from her other half.


She whines in her brown crib, hands reaching up to attempt at grasping the brightly colored objects above her, circling in a lazy manner. Days have passed for her, and she is slightly sad that she cannot see her brother. With a tired sigh, she whines a little louder, hoping to catch the attention of someone. Someone grabs her, palely tanned hands that looked somewhat orange picked her up, cradling her against large breasts that she wished weren't so suffocating. Cooing sounds came from the woman as she softly bounces the reincarnated infant.

She whines again, and this time she realizes she was being taken somewhere else, into another room. Whining, she gripped at the woman's breasts, tugging at the clothing blindly. The woman chuckles, and opens a door, and softly closing it behind her. More movements happens, and she is placed inside a crib with another infant in it. The infant was smaller than her, but she knew who it was. It was her twin, Rinji. She cries in delight, kicking her legs out in the only manner she could perform. She could hear laughter, and giggles.


Well, I don't know what happened. It started out as a small drabble on tumblr, and now it's turned to this. Well, this is something that I enjoyed, took me a few days to make this, and I'm sure I already have the entire story planned out.

What do you think of it? Please leave a review on what could be fixed or what you loved about this!

Rinji is means peaceful forest(at least in the baby book I found), and Enkosugi is actually a Japanese cedar. Asuka has a few meanings, but the one I'm using is asu(飛)(to fly) and ka(鳥)(bird).