Follows and deviates occasionally from Manga/Anime events.

Note: In need of beta. Sorry for any left mistakes. I tried.

Disclaimer: I don't own Kamisama Hajimemashita. Fanfiction for a reason.

I'll put this in a short and simple way so you'll understand me very clearly.

Screw reincarnations and taboos.

Well actually let me backup a bit.

I hate those moments when you don't expect anything to happen on your usual boring Monday's after school but then something does happen; and it ruins your plans of wasting your time in your very much comfortable bedroom.

Yeah, that's what happened to me.

Certain events happened to me, and I am now a teenage girl living life stuck in a child's body.

I had once lived a life of judgment all the way to fifteen before my soul left my body during the the evening hours due to crappy friends and even crapper decisions.

Thinking back on things I probably would have been dead by now if my soul didn't decide it had enough of my teen hormonal body and promptly ditched and went to a new body.

I would have probably died a much crueler death because I wasn't the one being bullied by being judged by others. It's actually quite the opposite. I couldn't care less about what others felt.

To put it plainly I was an asshole during my first life. And well, some assholes just don't live long.

I enjoyed being an asshole and sadistic on a daily basis to other people. Which had gotten me into that crappy mess in this first place because I wanted to enjoy being an ass some more.

However things don't always go as planned. So when I woke up to being in somebody's arms after most likely dying I'd panicked. I'd twisted and screamed because who do they think they are touching me?

When I'd reached out a hand to push away my capture I paused with sick horror.

I was small, borderline tiny. In my past life I'd been five foot six, I'd grown accustomed to my reach and my limits, it was only natural for my arms to reach longer. The flex of my muscles when I moved. The count of seconds it took to touch something a foot away.

I felt none of that now. My reach decreased, no familiar feel of muscle stretching, my body weak, once long legs shorted greatly.

I'd first thought I'd shrunk somehow as portrayed in many movies I'd watched in the past.

Turns out I was wrong entirely. My new body wasn't normal either.

Oh yes, it gets even worse.

My soul was moved into the Nanami Momozono older sister's body. Of course we all know about her mother only birthing one child. In fact, she did only birth one child.

I was just placed on her doorstep most likely wrapped in a thin, worn blanket in a basket that should have been used for placing picked berries.

Not children.

If somebody were to ask my mother, while she was still alive; or maybe even my dad they would both assure you that indeed I am their daughter. They didn't need to know that I was adopted.

Doesn't matter if I did not pop out of Kumimi's vagina. It's none of their business. Just know I'm stuck living with them and move on.

Though, if somebody were to have asked me when I was four years of age I would have pleaded I was a ghost. After the age four my answer would have changed. By age five things had happened and I eventually came to accept my fate.

Screw my luck to be near main chick in this manga.

Allow me to make another point, there wasn't supposed to be any older sibling to Nanami, I know that. However, somebody thought it would be fun to mess with my life. Moving me into a child's body that was probably meant to be another child abandoned and later dead.

There was supposed to be one child, Nanami, and there is in a sense but now there's two of us. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that the events in the story might be changed. Lots of things can change just by there being two daughters instead of one.

Nanami didn't even have a friend at school, she was picked on for being poor, and framed for things she didn't even do. Her mom died because of some illness, I believe, and her dad frequently left for periods of time. During those times he collected further debt eventually leading to their house being repossessed.

That being said, I did have no intentions of changing a single thing in the story.

If I can control it.

Being reborn, I had no control over, so that changed. I didn't want to interfere with Nanami's adventures, I probably would have tagged along sometimes but as for changing things, not happening.

Honestly, I didn't want to change anything! My body just moved because it sided with my heart. It's Nanami's fault for making me care about her, it's hard to hate your sibling sometimes.

I'm not God (neither is Nanami if I have anything to ) or another author that can change things with a magical pen. I can't just go changing things as I please just because I felt like it or wanted a better life for so and so.

No, that wasn't the kind of person I was before my accident. I was not one of those people that are reborn and given the chance will try to make things better for the greater good. No, I don't like attention focused on me, I don't like people touching me, exception for only a few. Given credit that exceptional few yearned that right in years.

I can't just magically change from an asshole to a saint in one day. No, that will take time for me. For being an asshole is what I built my foundation on, my plans for life revolved around being an ass.

To be expected to change my sinful ways were hard and I'm still adjusting.

I especially didn't like helping other people for no gain. I'm wasn't, by society's standards, a good person in my first life.

What really is good or bad?

Can it even be put into categories? Did it come wrapped up in bows and gift wrapping? I don't have a single answer for those questions. So why would the universe choose me to be placed here instead of some goodie-goodie that wishes for world peace?

Anyways.

Again, I have no answer to those questions but hopefully, I will soon. Because in six more years the official story line will begin and I'll be looking for many answers.

There are quite a few problems with that theory. How do I even come by knowing how to get those answers without getting involved with Nanami is the most troubling one.

I'm feeling generous so I'll tell you how my second life started and my first stopped.

Dead or possibly in a coma with a low chance of survival.

5 years ago

"I can not believe you're still reading that manga! Is just so. ..so..-"

"-Blah?" I offered, placing my elbow on the desk leaning my head onto my fist. I sat down my tablet onto the desk with the screen still on.

The glowing screen showed a manga I'd discovered two days ago now. I continued to read while half listening to Mila talk and answering with short noises.

After awhile of just receiving noises and not-even-half-assed answered questions, Mila, my sister planted her butt down in front of me in a chair.

She tried to talk about something that would grab my attention. "I tried to read one chapter of it but couldn't continue. Kamisama Hajime or whatever it's called just isn't for me." She said blandly moving her hands in a circular motion.

I nodded my head slowly turning to stare at her now. At least she's trying so I'll be nice. "Not every manga is going to be for you. Like Inuyasha, I like it but at the same time I don't. You on the other hand love it."

"Do not compare Inuyasha to whatever that is."

"Too late, I already have."

"Well, what is happening so far in the manga where you're at?" She asked looking at my tablet screen. She didn't even give me time to answer the question before she started talking again. "Oh! Are you at that part when that bald kid came down from the mountain to get this other dude?"

I sighed aggravated and glared at her. "If you already know stop asking already. Why do you do that?" I was used to her very descriptiveness blabbering when it came down to finding information.

Others probably wouldn't understand most of the junk coming from her mouth.

"It just happens. I honestly don't plan it. Promise!" She said cheerfully smiling.

I reached over calmly and tugged on a piece of her pink hair. Obviously, it's only dyed, and looks awful with her dark brown skin. Peer pressure to try out new things truly is scary.

It goes more with her personality though.

"Oi, you could have hurt me and my precious hair!" Mila said cradling hair in her arms as if to protect it from me. I rolled my eyes at her antics.

She may be pretty but Mila is still annoying. In the overly-loving sister kind of way, though. The only reason I accepted her behavior. Besides she's such a drama queen, I barely even pulled hard enough to hurt.

Blood bonds have to stick together. 'Cause if you can't even trust your family, your own blood, then who can you really trust to fall on when you're down?

Friends? For other yes, but for me no. Friend's with common sense isn't the luxury thing I am often blessed it. All the girls I met are too different from me and just flat out blah. I've tried to put myself in their situation to try understanding their reasoning but found no connection.

Well actually there is Tomo, the transfer student. She doesn't annoy me (that much) and we both shared a mutual love for ice-cream and manga.

"Sarah, I actually came over to talk about what happened the other day." Mila said softly.

Oh right. The other day, I was banking on getting amnesia by now.

I folded my arms and dropped my head onto them and stayed that way.

I don't want to talk about my problems. After all, they're my problems and she shouldn't concern herself with them given that she as her own problems to face in life.

What kind of sister would I be if I bothered her with my problems knowing that her's is worst and more dangerous in more ways than one?

Would it be considered a good thing to seek out help from your older sibling when it came down to these things or not?

"I know you probably don't want to talk about it but-" I heard Milla say softly like she doesn't want to scare me away. I clenched my fist and ground my teeth together.

Curse my damn bad luck and body for being weak.

"-Just go...please," I said releasing the tension in my body by breathing in and out calmly setting a breathing pattern. I briefly wondered how this conversation could have turned so grim and suffocating.

I head the defeated sigh and the ruffle of clothing as Mila left out of the room slowly. I peeked one eye out and saw her staring at me worriedly before shaking her head disappointed and closed the door.

I unknowing clenched my fist tighter and bit my trembling bottom lip.

Touching the band-aid on my cheek I felt bitterness and frustration.

Why did my body have to be so weak? I'd tried strengthening workouts and the muscle building protein shakes advertised on TV.

I quickly wiped away my tears angrily and grabbed my handbag that weighed less than my body did. I still struggled to lift it with my weak arms.

This Monday is already starting out bad and I'm afraid it'll only get worse.

"I will not." I said for the seemingly hundredth time reading my book trying to keep the edge out of my voice. I might have been failing or I was close to failing a sounding calm but Tomo was really trying my patience.

It's nearing the end of third period, the only class period I have with my new friend. Remember what I'd said about her not really annoying me.

Consider it taken back completely.

I wish she'd go to the bathroom and explode right about now. There's so much I can take being interrupted while I read my manga.

Feeling my eyebrow twitch and I regretted it when I saw the smirk grow on Tomo's face. She'd seen that she's getting to me. I was close to breaking and just agreeing to what she wanted and she knew it.

She leaned on my desk, bent down to my eye level looking at me with intense eyes. "You must do it."

I sighed rubbing my forehead. "I don't have to and it's completely optional." I went back to reading my book when it was snatched out of my hands by none other than Tomo herself.

We glared at each other and I'm almost certain I saw sparks fly between the two of us.

I clenched my fist. "Bottom boot-licker."

"Unreasonable anti-social peasant." She retorted without pause.

"Tardstain."

"Jerk."

"Asshole."

I paused thoughtfully tapping my chin. "Well...that is the truth."

I heard footsteps approaching as Tomo and myself just kept glaring at each other. "Umm...Tomo-sama...Sarah-sama, I think you're scaring everybody else around you." a meek voice said from behind my desk.

I turned my head around to glare at her for interrupting us but stopped short when I realized who it was.

Poor little Tito, the transfer student from some high and fancy private school. Since she was the newest person to the school, the one that knows the least amount about Tomo and myself.

Our reputation for being rowdy and sometimes causing problems for the other students. We done many things but never enough to bring it to the teacher's attention. That would only be problematic.

I looked around and saw some of the tense faces of the other students watching our little dispute warily. Though most watched with curiosity to what it was this time, even saw a few amused glances here and there.

I saw that a one of them were holding onto their book and positioning them like weapons to protect themselves.

I looked back at Tomo and still saw the challenging look in her eyes. I closed my eyes, took back my book from her, and snorted. "Fine..I'll go with you after school to wherever you're so bent on showing me." I said and Tomo brightened. I opened my eyes halfway. "On one condition."

Tomo tensed. "What?"

"Buy me ice-cream and the occasional lunch for the rest of the week." I said knowing she'd agree.

Tomo relaxed and grinned smugly back at me before she walked away with a self-satisfied smirk stretched across her face. "Consider it basically done."

Just then Mila walked into class returning from using the bathroom. She took Tomo away with her and they whispered about stuff most likely to annoy me. Mila mostly but she had gotten Tomo to join her.

I let my head fall back into reading the book while I still had some time before the next class bell rang out.

I'll allow Tomo to win this one but the war is far from being over.

I slowly walked behind Tomo, Roko, and Tito choosing to stay silent till unless I had to speak or when I just felt like adding in my opinion about some subjects.

I felt sad that Mila couldn't join us. Mom just had to call and ask her to get some last minute groceries for dinner. And I, of course, wasn't about to go grocery shopping.

The girls talk varied from regarding school; cutest guy, who's dating who, and new drama. Later they'd started discussing subjects they excelled and failed in. I had come to sadly find out that Tomo also like Mila sucks at drawing the human body.

Tomo smiled sheepishly. "Hehe, I guess the human body just isn't for me to draw. Though I'm kind of good at drawing nature and backgrounds." Tomo added humming thoughtfully.

I tapped my chin with my finger gently thinking. "If we collab on a portrait I'll let you draw the background for it. If you want to that is." I said smiling.

Tomo gasped playfully. "Is that a smile I see?!" She threw her arm around my shoulder.

I rolled my eyes annoyed and grinned while Tomo giggled. "Just because I am an asshole doesn't mean I don't smile or like to joke around. It just means I do it in a more...ya know...mean kind of way." I said nodding my head as if the logic behind that is simple.

Tomo had invited Tito to join us for this trip to Mystery place. Tito ended up inventing one of her many friends, Roko.

It seems that they were all in one this strange place.

I don't mind Roko joining us. Strangely enough I actually think she was a nice addition to the small group that consisted of only Tito, Tomo and myself. Tito probably had a suspicion I wouldn't make any attempts at speaking with her during the duration of the trip and I was perfectly content with that.

Though just to shock her I engaged Roko into conversation from time to time. They mostly consisting of trivial topics like favorite colors, foods, and tv shows. I'd found we shared a few things in common. They weren't enough to make the conversations last so

I only had so much I could take before reverting back to being quiet.

"So Tomo-chan have you overcome your problem with boys or made any progress in making it easier to converse with a boy?" Tito asked changing the subject folding her hands in front of her body.

I had learned from Roko (in passing) that Tomo had grown a great amount of discomfort towards all boys.

Tomo started to stutter and fidget. Poor thing got it bad. "W-well yes and no!" She said quickly smiling gently. It was the smile of love.

Oh how exciting. Note the sarcasm.

I tuned out the rest of their conversation thinking about the ways I could bully her into telling me about who her lover boy could be until she crumbled and tells me flat out.

I don't think it'd take much to get her to squeal though. All I would need is her body, a body bag, water, and a balloon filled with water. I might need a shoe and a fan also for extra measures.

I looked at them smiling sadistically giggling creepily. I saw that they were both smiling and laughing loudly, probably looking like all the other high school students walking from the school to hang out with each other to eat before heading their separate ways. I on the other hand probably looked like a ghost trailing behind them or something.

"Tito-sama can I call you Tito instead? Saying sama is too much of a mouthful." Roko said staring at Tito curiously suddenly. Tito just shrugged her shoulders in a carefree manner though the blush on her face said differently.

I looked at Roko than at Tito curiously. What had I missed in their conversation for it to come to this?

"Sure I don't mind. I kind of like being Tito instead Tito-sama all the time." Tito said hooking her arm through Roko's arm and she blushed and started to fiddle with her fingers.

It didn't escape my notice how she looked at me before quickly looking away. She had the look of guilt in her eyes. My eyes narrowed in response.

Roko didn't have much friends that didn't want her for just her money. Though I couldn't blame them. Mostly 'cause I used to be one them but that was before I actually made an effort to know her. I'm glad I did though.

"Thank you Tito! I'll try my best to be the bestest friend you could ask for." Roko exclaimed voice carrying and a few by-passers stopped and stared at her before moving on.

"Great, she made the freak happy." I mumbled disgusted. Roko suddenly turned to me and grabbed my hands in hers staring at me with stars in her eyes looking hopeful. "May I also call you Sarah, instead of Sarah-sama?"

I stared at her blankly wondering why she would really care so much about simply calling us by our first name.

"No." I feel like puking.

Tomo came up and poked me in the side and I fidgeted. "Don't be such an ass."

I glared at her but it weakened when Tito took her side too.

"It's who I am." I groaned out. "But I'll try to restrain myself." No I won't. Especially when they're obviously planning something. My curiosity is what stopped me from calling them out on it.

Tomo beamed like bright rays of sunshine and I had to lower my eyes from the pain. I groaned trying to shake my hands from inside hers but failed miserably.

"Sara-"

"One second thought no. You may call me Sarah-chan if not Sarah-sama, Roko." I interrupted not liking that first name basis suggestively sounded like we were actually close friends. We've only been friends for three months. That doesn't mean we're close by any means though, or does it?

Roko deflated a little before she went back to talking with Tito and Tomo. I ignored both of their disapproving looks with practiced eased.

Looking at Roko I saw a small frown on her face and she looked like she wasn't really even focusing anymore on the conversation Tito tried to keep going by asking simple things about her likes and dislikes. Family members and so forth, Roko answered them with short answers.

I frowned when she was beginning to sound more like me. Short answers were my thing in this dysfunctional (none-existent) group.

Tomo, the strong leader that the rest looked up to and starts most conversations. Tito is supposed to be the one that agrees with the leader while adding in her own two sense. Roko I'm guessing is supposed to be timid shy one with too much enthusiasm for a one human to carry.

I'm the quiet and dead looking one with sharp remarks that loves being sadistic. I'm the asshole of the group to even out things.

I speed up my walk and when I finally made it to Roko side before quickly jumping in front of her. She looked at me confused before I pinched her cheeks and twisted. She began whining.

"Sarah-sama! Please let go of my cheeks, it hurts!" She groaned and I smirked realizing that this is actually fun. Releasing her cheek after holding on longer than it was really necessary, I stepped back. Walking a little ways behind the Tomo and Roko as they walked.

She rubbed her cheek and glared at me halfheartedly while I just fought back a sadistic smirk of pride.

"If we all stick to our roles in this group than that wouldn't have happened." I said firmly.

They started to get closer to each other and mumble something in secret to each other, occasionally throwing cautious looks in my direction.

"I think Sarah is a bit more ill today...more so than usual." I heard Tomo mutter to a huddled together Tito and Roko who agreed nodding their heads.

Standing in front of an abandoned,rundown shed isn't what I was expecting. There are cracks in the wooding, chipping paint, and grass grown up high around it.

"It's official. I'm convinced that both of you are crazy satanists." I deadpanned already turning on my heel. "I'm out."

Before I could get very far Tomo caught my left arm and Roko caught the other. My breath caught in my lungs and they preceded to drag me to the shed's door that is being held open by a nervous looking Tito.

"What in the hell guys!? Let me go!" I demanded struggling, getting angrier by the second.

"Sarah stop struggling so much! Gosh!" Tomo grunted out yanking my weak body into the shed and Tito hurriedly shut the door.

I paused at being engulfed in darkness before I started to sweat when Tito lit a few candles. I didn't even care that she wasn't using the honorifics on the end of my name.

What the darkness hid is disturbing. A star with a circle around it and creepy words in some language were drawn onto the floor in chalk and permanent marker. In the middle of the star are a variety of items. A wad of what looked a lot like my hair, hair clip, a candle, a manga book that looked like Kamisama Kiss, and the last item kind of confused me….A half empty water bottle.

Tomo and Roko decided to use my time of distraction against me. They shoved me forward into the circle and I felt my body weaken.

I froze when my name appeared underneath the water bottle in neat and messy letters. I stood up quickly and rushed out of the circle. Using my momentum I pushed through the weakest link.

Tito.

Slamming the door open I ran down the path leading away from the shed of horrors.

Hearing Tomo and Roko take chase I willed my legs to speed up.

"You two satanist stay away from me!" I yelled hoping to catch anybody's attention.

"Sarah stop! It's not what it looks like!" Tomo shouted and I cursed when she didn't sound as far away as I would have liked.

"I think it does!" I shouted back. "You're not summoning some demon using me as a sacrifice!"

"Sarah-chan, please come back! It's really not so bad!" Roko shouted.

Deciding not to waste anymore energy on shouting I pushed my legs to speed up. Making a left turn at the end of the path, it doesn't take long before I see the trees give way to concrete. I smiled when I saw the people.

Almost there.

That's when I felt a hand grip my shirt.

"Sarah-" I didn't let Tomo finish speaking. I jerked my shoulder repeatedly to loosen her grip. Planning to disappear in the crowd I took a sharp turn I thought I could handle.

My leg gave. I sprained my ankle and fall to the ground hitting my head hard against the concrete ground.

My vision began to blur and pain blossomed in the worst way ever as I felt something sticky and wet running past my cheek.

Straining myself to clear my vision the best I could wiping weakly at my eyes. Giving up realizing that I'd gotten some kind of liquid into my eyes they burned. My eyes closed and I grunted in pain trying to move and people all around me were screaming.

I wanted them to shut up so badly at that one moment. To just hold their annoying shrieks of horror in and not annoy me further but that didn't happen. I moved a hand to my head and warm felt liquid.

Great...I busted my head.

Is this the life of being an asshole? My own climatic ending of dying on the street bleeding out from a head wound with people around me like I was an animal that had just dropped dead and not an actual human being like the rest that stood and watched me bleed out.

I wanted to scream for help so badly. To just tell somebody to call the ambulance but all that came out were grunts and moans of pain.

In that moment I thought yesterday when I got assaulted by the thugs Mom warned me to avoid. At that second I realized I should have avoided crappy friends. Not have willingly left with three people I barely knew to a place quite a distance from our school.

Crappy friends and shitty decisions never go well together.

I tried to call for help and for once in a long time true and utter terror shown itself to me.

I heard my name being called over and over again by voices filled with panic and fear.

Feeling sadistic thinking about how pissed my family will be at Tomo, Roko, and Tito, I smiled. Maybe my death will haunt them for the rest of their lives knowing they're the ones that caused my death.

In the end, my pain I'm feeling now won't measure to what they'll have to endure. Living each day knowing you're the cause of another's death.

I barely even felt when my shoulder was being shaken after awhile. My body just felt so numb like I'd gotten an injection to ease the pain but no the pain is still there but my soul is now feeling hollow and bitter. To die on the street being watched like some kind of animal was unbecoming of me. I deserve a better death than this.

Do you actually believe that though?

Yes, I do. People say when it's your time to go life becomes more clear and you start to regret all the things you did wrong and want to change them.

My life didn't flash before my eyes, I found that the only regret I had was not skipping school today because if I had none of this would be happening.

I lost consciousness listening to shouting and feeling hands all over my body. I would've hissed and started kicking whoever hand had brushed against my boob and the rest of my body but I couldn't.

Instead I slipped and darkness greeted me and all I could really think about was that one quote from the bible Dad always made us read so we'd remember it and would follow it.

Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit. Rather, in humility value others above yourself.

I guess that part just didn't click in my brain.

Suddenly I felt so...so...warm and cozy? The space all around me is fluffy and soft. It makes me feel extremely warm on the outside and there were rocking motions and somebody was humming a calming tune.

It sounded like a tune a woman would sing to her baby to calm her down. I wasn't a baby though, I'm a fifteen year old girl dying on the street and this woman is just humming happily?

I may be sadistic but this woman hit a whole new level even for me.

My body reacted in protest of my mind becoming heavier. I felt all the power leaving my body as my mind began to shut down even though I was trying my hardest to keep my eyes open which were only blurred.

I started to scream to stay awake but the voice that started screaming didn't sound like mine. It sounded more like a childish attempt at speaking and came out with bubbles of saliva.

I felt my own saliva slide down my chin in disgust when somebody giggling happily gently wiped it away.

"Oh goddesses, it's a child! Thank heavens those dogs didn't eat you alive." a woman's voice said relieved and the happiness radiating off of her could have burned me if it possible to do such a thing.

I tried opening my eyes but shut them when everything came out a big blur of colors. After a few minutes passed I tried again trying to ignore the cooing from the woman.

I turned my gaze to look at the thing holding me. It...is a blur with black-No brown hair.

Extremely different from the black hair of Roko and the fiery red of Tomo's head.

I fought against the urge to sleep and kept trying to find a familiar sight to quenched the raising panic.

-Redone and hopefully better-