Another SI in the makings

Prologue

What would make the life of yet another otaku in disguise into one that had interest to others of that same situation or something similar to that? Typing away on his keyboard Kurei Toku was asking himself that one simple question and coming up with only a blank. Sitting in the living room of the apartment penthouse that he was sharing with two other friends of his he was wondering still about that little little something. He knew that there was an answer to that question and that he was the one to find it and in not to long a time from the 'now'. Munching away on yet another slice of that delightful melon he was in the mood for something to pull him out of that little closeted environment that he was finding himself trapped in. So many questions that he was refusing to answer to as he was typing away he didn't notice anything out of the ordinary at all as he was musing on the dangers of being lonely and in the mood for something completely different. He was a hungry being after all…

Having had no showers this day because of the everlasting rain that was falling from the skies he was trapped in the apartment not having had the necessary brains to remember to buy an umbrella. It wasn't satisfying at all to watch the rain patter down slowly to the pavement below leaving an imprint of sorts on the ground. Pacifying whatever urges that he wished to have within him he mused on nothing at all. Bored and more bored. Thoughts of that kind were soon in his mind in the place of peace and less violence and more love and… something else.

Pacing about in his living room he bottled some more of those happy pills that he had knicked of his parents when back in the country of his birth. It was to be the end of those not so happy thoughts. That was the idea anyhow. Ten PM and the sense of self of which could be found only in invertebrates he sat down in front of his laptop and started watching some episodes of another anime that he was following. It would only be another minute or so before he would slumber in to the effects of the light anti-psychotic. "Orange colors were never this pretty before."

((AN: Yes this is another one of those the author is being lazy type prologues. Don't bother complaining about it or making remarks on the other unfinished fics that I have in the makings. Just let them be OK! This is because I am being all emo…))

Pr 2

Ino awakens.

Being reborn can be a transient experience that you can even remember to love and cherish. That is if you are at that impossible detuned state of maturity were your mind isn't able to form a coherent experience from the pain that birth brings to the human body. Now if you are able to be an adult and experience those same sensations you are most likely to pass out from the stress that is imposed on your body. This isn't an option for those that are to be reborn though. They are therefore able to remember in vivid detail all the gory little somethings that are what giving birth is all about. However there is a thankful ability of the adult mind that can be put to the fore at moments like these. The ability to blur things to the point where the pain is the same over and over again…

Opening her eyes was a painful experience. Peering out of them and making any sense of the events that were taking place around her was another one of those experiences that she would have done better without having to re-experience. Huge forms that were towering around her and holding onto her unresponsive body were making a whole lot of fuzz for something that she at the moment could make no sense out of. For that reason she was happy to even be able to be amazed by the events in themselves even though she wasn't able to act on them. Whatever semblance of an intellect that she had in the back of her mind working at making her survival a thing that wasn't to be wasted on just peering about was making her scream and scream. She didn't even register the action on the events-scale that she judged the importance of things. What she was trying to figure out how to ride out the pain on the remainders of endorphins and adrenaline that were keeping her stable and her vitals peaking. She could hear her own heartbeat going faster than ever before faster than she could comprehend to be possible. A sort of vertigo that she was feeling around her elevated into the air as she was, ended with her at the bosom of an equally large individual with flowery, even so sweat-drenched, golden hair. The instincts that were ruling her physical efforts onto the world were making sure that she suckled onto the warmth and nutrition that was promised. It did nothing to stop her from thinking of the situation that she was in though.

With thinking and warmth came only exhaustion. Soon enough with it sleep.

P 3

Beautiful child

Ino was a beautiful child. Not smiling in the least she was still picture perfect and the epitome of success to her parents when they were tallying up the efforts given in the direction of family. She didn't need to be coddled though. And she wasn't really that talkative. A very quiet child that was content merely sitting in the lap of one of her parents and peering at things all around her with clear eyes far to acute for their age.

Her father being what he was, was able to appreciate what it was that he could see in Ino.

"Ino how do you feel?" It was the first sentence spoken to her that needed an answer. There was nothing demanding about it just that it was spoken as an adult would speak to another. Inoshi wasn't fishing for anything other than a sign of something more. He didn't really know what it was that his experiences were telling him about his daughter. Yet it was so easy to just look at her ever the more wide and open eyes.

Ino wasn't just Ino. She was more. She knew even what she was and she wasn't content with it. It just fit her person to approach what it was that had happened to her by buying time. This was however to her the way out of the mess that she or rather 'he' had stumbled onto. Only three moths of age she didn't have the vocal cords needed to vocalize the words that were slowly forming in her mind but she didn't have to. The effect that her actions would have would be equally earth-shattering even still.

"Good." It wasn't even words…

((AN:This is a good place to end a prologue I think? Tell me if there is something that you think is there that is in need of being wasted discarded or anything of the like. I am willing to hear all your flames. I am truly bored and depressed. Do what it is that you feel is right.))