Prologue

I think when my family named me, they were expecting something along the lines of a quiet and normal child. The name I was given after all meant quiet or calm. Too bad for them that I had no intention of being such a thing.

"Shizu-chan, please come here." Namiko Heiwajima outstretched her hand awaiting me to take it. I pursed my lips, debating what to do at that precise moment. I could see I had tired the young woman out from my daily dose of tantrums from the drooping of her shoulders and her eyes that held a certain amount of tiredness. "You need to have your bath now."

She speaks slow and clearly so that I could understand - I was barely four, Japanese is quite hard to learn must be what she's thinking - patiently looking at me. If only she knew that her supposed daughter did understand every single word she said because she took it upon herself to learn the language the moment she found out she was somehow trapped inside a child's body.

You see, I was not always Shizuka Heiwajima - Heiwajima Shizuka for you Japanese people out there. I was once a normal young teen who had a normal life up til she was apart of a robbery gone wrong. Somehow, I ended up in a baby's body and took it upon myself to give my new found family a few years of hell.

I wasn't going to just accept that my life had been cancelled out for this one. I wanted my old body back - I wanted my old life back - and well, that was best portrayed through crying almost all the time, not listening to the words of my parents, and a little bit of denial thrown in too.

"I don't want a bath." My words of course cause a sigh to be released from my mother before she stood to her full height - roughly five feet and four inches if I'm correct - and pushed her light colored bangs back. "...But I'll take one with Suka-chan if you let me."

'Suka-chan' is my younger brother, someone that was exempted from my bad behavior. He was rather quiet at two years of age. Thank the heavens he was nothing like his big sister and was actually really quiet. He didn't act out and didn't change much over the years, he was still someone who didn't talk much but he did have the moments when he surprised everyone with his voice.

"Alright." I grasped the hand that is held out to me once more and followed Namiko into the room that I shared with my younger brother. There, he sat on the floor surrounded by various toys.

In my previous life, I was the youngest and all of my siblings were a lot older - the youngest being ten years older than myself - so I never had a sibling to play with. The Gods must have felt a bit bad for what they did to me and had given me Kasuka - 'Suka-chan' for short.

"Nee-san," is what he said upon seeing us enter the room. He didn't speak a lot - maybe because he couldn't yet pronounce most words - and so he usually just used gestures that any normal two year old would do. But he almost always called for me whenever he saw me. Something that made my chest puff up in pride.

"It's time to bathe, Suka-chan." Namiko smiled and it doesn't take us very long to be put into the bath tub where she bathed us. I, of course, made it my duty to splash and make a mess but she had just smiled and Kasuka just laughed a little. After bath time, she fed us and puts us to bed. As she kisses us goodnight, I had found myself thinking that maybe I shouldn't cause too much trouble for her and Kichirou - my father - any longer. They truly were trying with me, after all. And I admit, they were growing on me.

This was something I had been thinking of for a while, and maybe it was time to at least behave a bit.

So when she had said goodnight, I made it my duty to answer back with a "Goodnight, Kaa-chan."

The smile she gave in turn made me think I like seeing her smile like that.

Restarting school was annoying. In my past life, I never got to finish high school - I was only what? Fourteen? - but it was still hell.

I didn't mind the kids around me that were actually a good eight years younger than my actual age - not counting in my age of this body - they were practically afraid of me due to me planting myself as superior to them and so they mostly kept their distance.

"Shizu-chan, I really don't like how you don't have any friends." Mother's hands gathered my long strands of hair and put it into a high pony tail as I fiddled with my bangs. In my past life, I didn't have the luxury of such straight and soft hair. In fact, it was the opposite - coarse and rather hard to comb through - such was the life of a young black woman, I guess.

"I have friends." I said quickly and I felt her pause with finishing my hair. "His name's Kishitanri. He's in my class- great guy!"

I could feel my younger brother's gaze on me and looked across our small dining table to see the flat look he was giving me. "You're lying."

Being just two years younger than myself, it only took two years before Kasuka started elementary school as well. Seeing as we pretty much ate every lunch time, my brother knew just who and who I talked to - which wasn't a lot of people.

"Why would I lie about something like that? Kishitanri is my friend."

"Kishitani-san," Kasuka corrects. "He is actually the person you yell at the most and call him a nuisance every time he's around you." I deflated at Kasuka's reply and could almost feel mom's glare digging into my back.

"Young lady..."

"I'll make friends with him tomorrow?" I said squeezing my eyes shut awaiting my mother's reply, but she otherwise left the subject alone and continued to comb my hair. "Is that my pudding you're eating Suka?"

"Yes."

"...Okay."

It seemed I was not the only oddity in Ikebukuro, and Shinra Kishitani's babysitter just happens to be the other. The boy was - still is - quite a chatter box, not that I listened to half of the things he rambled on about. He had been quite delighted that I wanted to be his friend, even declaring himself my best friend seeing as I was his first friend and that I didn't have any.

He mostly talked about his home and what a great guardian he had since his father was away at work. Her name was Celty and he was going to marry her when he got older...

Odd that at that time I didn't realize it. I mean, I even met the woman and it didn't even do anything for me but have the back of my head itch that something was weird. I had written her off as odd the first time I met her - wore a helmet and didn't take it off - and talked by writing down on a pad of yellow paper. Shinra had nervously stated that she was mute and didn't like anyone seeing her face.

He's a terrible liar, so I had gotten suspicious.

Many persons didn't question the woman, but I did. Maybe there were more people out there that I didn't know of - persons like me who had a life before, maybe something even stranger than reincarnation. A lot of strange things happened in Ikebukuro and it seemed also that whatever God up there hadn't finished with me.

I had somehow managed to rip the school's faucet out of the wall when it didn't want to give me water and I had to be taken to the school's nurse for cutting my palm open from the rusted old pipe.

"How did you even do that?" Shinra had asked excitedly. He had somehow managed to skip class and found himself beside the bed I had rested in. I had been given a new change of clothes -which were actually an over sized red jumpsuit- and the woman had already had my hand looked after. It lay in my lap, bandaged well and I didn't think twice of even fingering it.

"I don't know. I was just kind of pissed it wasn't giving me any water." I muttered, not even looking to the bespectacled boy and had instead let my eyes stay on my bandaged right hand. "Stung really bad when I got soaked from the water after ripping out the pipe."

"No ordinary person can rip out a pipe just like that!" His tone had me glancing up at him as he moved in close which caused me to move my face back a little. "I wonder if you now have some kind of super strength or something."

"Oh please," I snorted out, rolling my eyes. "I bet it was just a really loose pipe and I just got unlucky with my temper. This isn't an anime anyway..."

"Anime? You watch that stuff?"

"Mhmm, you should watch with me sometime..."

Having a second chance at life is a really big deal to anyone - including me. You get the chance to live again and maybe do the things you never got to do or wanted to do. Me somehow being reincarnated - or whatever the hell happened to place me in this body - I was thankful for. But the constant hospital visits after the pipe incident at school had me wondering that maybe the Gods wanted me dead again.

How the hell does someone gain super strength but it somehow manages to be so painful when using it? I admit that the idea that Shinra had of me having super strength had made me curious the first time trying it out.

I had hesitantly placed my hands on the loveseat located in our living room, gripping tightly. I didn't think or hesitate and instead made the move to lift the chair.

That day I learnt that I indeed have super strength, but that it came at a price.

"Are you literally trying to break your bones or something, Shizuka?" I flinched at the look my father gave me, trying to make myself smaller in the same chair I had managed to lift with little effort but had somehow cause my back to give out. It had been a month of constant hospital visits and breaking of various furniture and school property, and my parents had had enough of it.

"I am sorry." It was all I could say. It was all I had been saying for that month.

"Sorry doesn't make the problem of you somehow harming yourself but the others around you go away, Shizuka." They had every right to be mad. My father rubbed his eyes, before focusing them on me.

It was clear that I took after mother in looks, along with her light brown hair. I had dad's brown eyes instead of mother's light grey ones, though. Staring at Kichirou, I could have seen an older Kasuka what with how he seemed like a carbon copy of him. They had the same dark hair and eyes - Kasuka even inherited the frowning face my father has on right now.

"You need to stop." Looking at both of my parents, I could have seen how worried they were. This was something I didn't know of at that time- how worried they could be for me - and I nodded my head.

"I need to stop."

And I stopped.

Hello there and welcome to my try at an reincarnation fic. Please feel free to favorite and follow and to review (reviews are awesome).

This fic was inspired by Asian Kungfu Generation's remake of the song 'Rewrite' and me staring at a female drawing for SHizuo for a long time which just happens to be the cover image for this! Lol

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