AN: This is a decidedly odd story, but I don't think it has been done before, at least I haven't found one like it. I hope you like it.
Summary: On the night of the car crash Misaki goes with his parents instead of staying home. A few days later a girl wakes up in a hospital, in a body that isn't her own. OC-self-insert. Rating will obviously go up later on...
Warnings: OC self-insert, Slash.
{ Junjō Romantica Rebirth?}
I would like to say that when I died it was so heroically tragic that I was remembered throughout history, that someone made a huge statue of me so that they could all look up to it and say 'that's the girl who saved us'.
Unfortunately though, stuff like that doesn't happen to normal people, so my death was most likely overlooked and I was forgotten.
So in all actuality my death was just that, death. Passing on is something that every human has to go through, so it wasn't abnormal that I found myself lying on the wet concrete my blood staining the water.
But I guess I should introduce myself first.
My name, well it's irrelevant. Because I would be known as something else soon, but it's a little early to be getting that far in the story, so let's get back to that later.
I was a normal, breathing, long-haired female. That meant like any other human I possessed two arms and two legs, oh and I guess two eyes, ears, a pair of lips and a nose.
Well, I think you get the picture.
I wasn't one of those people that excelled at anything in particular, I had my interests yes, but I wasn't super amazing and I didn't awe people with my abilities.
Not that it bothered me, being alone and unnoticed was a constant in my life, sure when I was younger I would throw a fit, screaming and cursing at the world, wondering why I was so ill-fated. But it was a given that someone that young was frustrated at the life she had, I'm sure that other people have a moment where they are pissed off at fate too.
Obviously I got over it as I matured, and I learned to accept it and even enjoy my solitude. It was the only thing that hadn't stabbed me in the back.
As you can see my personal history isn't the greatest, but really I could spend hours explaining to you something that is rather unrelated to the story. Plus I'm sure you want to get on with the show already.
So where was I? Oh right bleeding out on the concrete.
It was rather cliché how I got hit.
I was walking across the road, a car was driving too fast, I just so happened to turn and look. Cue widening of eyes, bag falling to the ground and the screeching of tires sliding against the ground.
And let me tell you, it hurt like hell when the car hit.
A shock of pain reverberated through my body as who knew how many tons of steel collided with my fragile human frame. The distinct sound of my bones cracking met my ears and I didn't have any warning before my body was flying, more like tumbling, the other direction and finally stopped a few feet off.
Shocked shouts met my ears, but I really didn't pay too much attention, my body was screaming, pleading at me. Stopthepainpleasestopthepain.
Agony echoed through my very being and I could do nothing but lay there as raindrops fell on my body, only adding to the pain as each one landed.
A person looked down at me, shocked, her mouth wide and her eyes stunned.
I found enough energy to narrow my eyes into a glare aimed toward her form, and felt an odd sort of satisfaction as she flinched.
Yeah, I wasn't the most pleasant person.
I didn't know how long I lay there, but when my world started to darken and my hearing starting to fade, I could just make out the sound of approaching sirens in the distance.
Well, it was a little too late for that.
{Junjō Romantica Rebirth?}
"Misaki I'm so, so sorry. Please wake up."
Something felt distinctly wrong.
"I love you so much."
A kind voice spoke, sad and weary, the words sounding like gibberish but somehow understandable to my ears. A random array of information on my surroundings passed through my mind. Beeping echoed in my ears, a mask covering my face, prickling sheets over my body, the smell of chemicals.
"Please wake up, for me."
I slowly opened my eyes, getting the view of a large bed and a room with four white walls before they closed again proving to be too heavy. That was odd, I was sure that I died, but perhaps the paramedics were able to save my body.
"Misaki?"
Someone shifted beside me, decidedly male, and I felt a warm hand brush the hair across my face in an almost motherly manner.
"Can you hear me Misaki?"
Who in the world was the man calling to? In fact who was he? I felt my fingers twitch on the blankets, and the man let out an excited noise.
"Doctor! Misaki is conscious!"
Sounds of rushed footsteps entered the room and stopped beside where I was resting.
"Misaki-san can you move your hand for me?" A new voice asked.
I internally scowled at the command but did as asked. I heard the hurried sound of someone taking notes on paper at the movement. What in the world was a Misaki-san? It sounded familiar.
"Good, now can you open your eyes?"
It took a moment, my lethargy making it hard, but I was eventually able to make out a blurred shape of a man standing to my right, the white cloak on his body signifying he was the doctor.
"Misaki! I'm so glad you're okay!"
I gave a grunt when large arms suddenly took a hold of my body and enveloped me in a hug. "Hey," I paused at my voice, before brushing it off, it was probably because I had been sleeping for a while. "I don't know who you are but can you let go of me? I don't like to be touched."
The man flinched and let go, stepping back with a wide eyed look. "Y-you don't remember me…?"
I frowned in his direction, peering at his blurred form. "No."
A strangled noise came from his throat and his head snapped toward the doctor. "Doctor? What's wrong with Misaki? Why doesn't he remember me?"
"His brain has had severe brain trauma." The doctor replied. "It wouldn't be surprising if he lost some of his memories."
"Hey," I snapped. "I don't know if you're blind or what, but I'm a girl."
The two men turned their eyes toward my form, silence settling in the room.
"A girl?" The doctor frowned.
"He thinks he's a girl?!"
I glared at the man. "I don't think! I know!"
"He thinks he's a girl!" The man panicked holding his head in his hands.
"Now, now Takahashi-san," The doctor soothed. "Calm down. I'm sure your brother is just confused."
"Like hell." I snapped. "I personally know my gender. If you can't figure out that much you aren't a very competent doctor."
I didn't know what sort of hospital I was in, but I didn't want to be in it if they couldn't tell my gender.
"Misaki!" The man known as Takahashi -san scolded. "No need to be so rude!"
The doctor shifted. "I'm sorry to tell you Misaki-san, but you are of male gender."
I frowned. "Right."
"Would you like to see for yourself?"
I paused before nodding, I was most definitely a girl but it wouldn't hurt to see why they thought I was a boy.
The doctor nodded and walked across the room, he shuffled through a cabinet for a moment and brought out a mirror.
He walked back toward my bed and handed me the small object. "Here you are."
I reached up my hand to take it and paused, staring at the appendage. "What…?"
"Misaki-san?"
I stared at my hand and balled it into a fist, watching as the small fingers dug into the palm. "Why is my hand so small?" I asked turning to look up at the doctor.
The doctor paused. "It's normal for a person your age to have small hands Misaki-san."
I scowled. "I don't think it's normal."
"What age do you think you are Misaki-san?"
"Twenty."
Takahashi-san chocked. "Y-you're eight years old Misaki…"
I turned my head his direction. "What? Do I look eight years old to you?"
He nodded.
"Here Misaki-san use this." The doctor said, handing me the mirror once more.
I faltered, glancing at my hands once more before slowly raising them up and grabbing the object.
I hesitated at looking in the mirror. It wasn't like I really was an eight year old boy right? But I couldn't help but wonder, the doctor told me I was boy, and really no matter how in incompetent he was doctors tended to know those sorts of things.
Stop acting like a coward and look already…
I nodded at my thoughts and finally turned my eyes toward the mirror.
I widened my eyes at the person I saw in the reflection.
The hell…?!
{ Junjō Romantica Rebirth?}
AN: There's the first chapter! It's actually really short, and for that I apologize, but I hope it was enjoyable. Reviews are always appreciated!
