Another reincarnation fic. Yeah. I tried my best to be original with this one, but that's hard because influence really gets to a person. Anyway, I don't own khr. If I would, no one would've read it.

Chapter 1

Do you remember the day you were born?

Of course, normally, you don't. But, again, I wasn't exactly on the normal side of the scale, well, I was before, although that changed when I was born. So, I could say I do. It happened on the day that whatever force was keeping me normal decided I would never be ordinary. And it happened on the day my life apparently ended.

So yeah, I was born.

The feeling of being born was the strangest feeling I ever felt. I was floating in darkness, with nothing around me, but black black black. I heard sounds but they were distant that I could barely make them out. Then one day, when you're all thinking like 'hey, it's another day of black,' life decides to screw with you and spit you out.

Being born definitely had nothing to do with passing through the whole reproductive tract whatsoever. It was more like traveling through time, where you see lots of colors pass through you as if you're in a fast roller coaster. At the first minute, It felt like I was going up, up, that I concluded I was going to heaven. then, at the next second, I found myself falling down, as if I was traveling the speed of light. I was screaming, as loud as I could.

Then, lastly, the ride stops without warning and you're left screaming while met with fresh air. So babies don't cry after being born. It's just that it was as if you've been through hell and back.

This was my first few seconds into the world. The light blinded me for a couple of seconds, but I could make out voices. There were lots of them, and I felt myself lifted up by a pair of arms. When vision came to me, I noticed that I was in a huge white room, filled with men and women in white. It didn't take long for me to know where I was. A hospital.

I moved, trying to control my body, only to fail and realize that I didn't exactly know which limb was which. I found myself lying limply in someone's arms as I tried so hard to move, only to end up squirming.

I heard the person holding me chuckle and say. "She is an active child, Mr. Cavallone."

There was silence, as if the comment was simply brushed off. I looked to see who he was talking to, only to see a man with black hair and annoyed eyes.

"Whatever. Just get this over with." The guy, Mr. Cavallone said, heading out of the room.

A woman sighed. I looked at her. She had blonde hair and kind, brown eyes. I noticed her hair curled perfectly at the edge. It was so tempting to touch.

"Well, I could name her at least." She muttered, trying to sound at least happy. Whoever was carrying me handed me to her.

"I hope we have a great time together," she started, pausing as she began to think. She mumbled a few names here and there, Sophia, Diane, and finally reached one she liked. "Caia."

Her eyes turned resolute, and declared with a smile. "We're going to call her Caia."

That was how my life began. I found myself named as Caia, with a mother who looked super nice. I had a nagging suspicion that my father was the rude guy from earlier, so it probably makes me a Cavallone.

Caia Cavallone.

It wasn't that bad of a name.

Everything would have been perfectly fine, if it wasn't for the fact that as far as my general knowledge of the world goes, babies aren't meant to have thought processes as advanced as mine. I knew way too much, and understood tons of things, but I couldn't remember where I learned them.

I also seem to understand what everyone was saying, even if I was stuck in nowhere for a long time.

All I knew then was that I was born, safe and soundly. I was completely overwhelmed at the fact and totally content to leave it at that.

That feeling didn't exactly last long.

I had my first dream not long after that when I was dozing off, exhausted from my birth. I found myself in a wooden room filled with books that had no titles at all. There was a lone desk by a window, and only a candle lit the room. There was no door. I was trapped inside.

In the dream, I wasn't alone.

"I guess if you're here, that must mean you managed to get out to the world safely at least, right kid?" A voice asked. It came from behind the desk, a faceless shadow.

"Where am I?" I asked him.

I just knew he looked at me questioningly. "So you lost your memories in the process. Wonderful." The sarcasm was obvious.

"Memories?" I asked, confused.

"Don't you get it kid? You're not from here. Ever heard about babies having essential knowledge to know not to say 'Dabu' and those crap?"

"Then where am I from?"

"That's for you to remember." He replied. "But just as a hint, you died."

Talk about being honest. This guy didn't hold his tongue back. What he said worked however. I had a splitting headache, memories and images flooding my brain as I remembered my past life. I could see a school, a house and a hospital the same as I was in. I remember seeing blood. I remember dying.

I woke up again after awhile, only to see myself on the floor.

"Well, have your memories back where it should be?" The guy asked.

"Yeah. It's in my stupid brain." I mumbled.

This time, it was his turn to be confused. "That's it? No 'what about this, what about that?"

"You said it yourself didn't you? I died. Whatever happens to them is none of my concern now. Besides. The people I know are strong enough to get by. They'll move on and continue to live their lives. They would've expected me to haunt them, although I can't since I'm stuck here, wherever this place is."

"You are weird. I can start to see why you of all souls were brought here." He muttered.

"So, I wasn't meant to end up here was I?"

He gave a low chuckle. "And sharp too. Makes you perfect for the job."

"First you tell me crap that I died, then you hint that I'm sort of a chosen one. Then, you go talking about a job? Would you mid if I ask what the fudge is going on?"

He laughed and I could make out his age. He wasn't that old, maybe around twenty or so.

"Straight to the point, a good and bad trait in one, kid."

"Yes. Whatever. So?"

I could practically feel him roll his eyes. "Does Cavallone ring a bell?"

"Cavallone? You mean one of those dudes in the anime I loved when I was..." I stopped dead in my tracks remembering something important.

"Holy crap. I'm a Cavallone?!" I shouted in surprise.

He merely shrugged, and I began pointing out the obvious. "But there is no Caia Cavallone." I said.

"In the parallel world of that story. In this world, though, your presence is required or this world would end in chaos. You are going to be the key in this story, setting events the way they are meant to go. If you fail, the world would end in shambles. If you succeed, then everything would go the way you know it."

I raised an eyebrow. "So basically, you're trying to tell me that I'm responsible for the fate of the universe?"

"Well if it isn't obvious." He mumbled.

"Sarcastic bastard." I told him.

"Either way, your time here is up. You're bound to wake up soon." He explained as everything began to to turn blurry.

"Oi! Mr. Voice! What the hell do I do?" I called out, and the last thing I heard was a vague reply.

"Isn't that obvious enough? Just live!"

That was how my new life started. I was born like any other kid. But along with it came a twist, I was actually long dead, but I was brought back to life in an anime to

keep the world in line.

Fuck. Thinking of it made my head hurt.

And so, this began my complicated life that I didn't write so I'm screwed over.