Target One: Reborn
Dying, is not at all pleasant. Please, don't listen to all the books, or stories, that have a character dying and being put into a different world, or going to heaven, and they say dying never hurt. Well I'm not a 100% sure it is the same for everyone. I would like to say that it was short and sweet death for me, but it wasn't. I mean here I am walking across the road when the stupid fucking cross walk sign said walk and I get hit by a stupid dumb ass that decided to be a idiot and check for a stupid text. I hope he gets life in prison or a fine so large he will live the rest of his life paying it off. At any rate, let me start off this wonderful story with how I died.
"Mom, I told you I was going to the art store after school today and that I wouldn't be home until after dinner." I spoke in my mother's native tongue, French, to my mother over the phone as I stepped into the art store I loved so much. I smiled and waved to Lucy, one of the employees at the art store, and made my way down one of five aisles that where in the store.
"Gabriel! I told you last week I need you at home to watch your brothers, I have to go to work tonight." I groaned and picked up and picked up the pencils I have been saving up for. "And don't you dare start with the "but's" I told you last week that I was going to have to go back into work." she scolded me in angry French.
"And I have been planing this for the last two months!" I replied back in English I sighed to my self and paid for my new pencils. I covered the speaker "Sorry, Lucy, I can't stick around today. My mom wants me home." Lucy being almost as old as my mother, but knowing me well laughed a little.
"Well don't keep her waiting. I am sure she has enough stress as it is." Lucy whispered to me. I sighed and put the phone back to my ear my mother still yacking away on the phone thinking that I was listening every word she says. I pushed my glasses up my nose.
"All right, all right. I am on my way home, I'll be there in 15 I promise." I reverted back to French as I grabbed the plastic bag with my new art materials in it and headed out the door. "I am leaving the store now and headed to the bus stop. I'll see you when I get home." I closed my phone and pocketed it. I pushed the button that let the cross walk sign light up, I tapped my foot as I waited for the light to change, it didn't take long. As soon as the light changed and told me to walk I took about five steps and then, bam!
Everything hurt. I groaned, black spots danced in my vision, my glasses had been knocked off my face. I attempted to turn my head but that sent a wave of pain threw me, I barely felt my self moan in pain. I vaguely heard someone slamming the brakes, someone freaking out, sirens. I then had a light flash into my eyes. I moaned again, get that bloody light out of my eyes bitch! Bad enough that I hurt everywhere possible. I felt someone pressing a hand down on my stomach, pain spread like wild fire where they touched. They didn't let up the pressure. I think I may have cursed out loud. I closed my eyes.
I opened my eyes only to be met with a very bright room. I smelt the strong smell of chemicals, you know very clean chemicals. The kind you find in a hospital. I was in a hospital, great. I attempted to turn my head only to have pain shoot down my spine. Take note: never complain about stubbed toes again. I think I may have moaned in pain during my head turning attempts because then next thing I see a blurry version of my youngest brothers face, Michael. His face was blotched with little red patches that he gets when he has been crying. I attempted to lift my hand to wipe the tears from his face, but that hurt a lot. "Don't move, I'll get mommy to help you." I heard him shuffle away from me and climb down the chair he was sitting in. Micheal was only 4, who ever made him cry was going to get a ass whopping. James came into view.
"Mom, isn't that far. He will be okay." James wasn't that much younger then me only by a year. He was at the age where he didn't want to speak French around the house, he didn't think it was cool. I admit for about a year I thought that too. "I know that look in you eye." He looked like he had been crying too "You want to kick the bastards ass that made Michael cry right." I made a grunt of approval "Well it's a little hard to kick your own ass." That made me confused, how could I have made Michael cry. I didn't even know what I did or what has happened.
"What?" I managed to gurgle out in French.
"You don't know?" James looked shocked and about to cry, I rarely saw him cry. "You got hit by a car, down by the art store you like so much. The police say that the driver was texting and driving... The doctors say that it is a mer..." James' voice started to drown out and my vision blur more then it normally would be. I saw him panic and I heard beeping... It was slowing down. Then my vision cleared, like 20/20 vision cleared, and let me tell you I did not have 20/20 vision. I sat up slowly expecting pain, their was none. I saw James by the door, a doctor and a few nurses coming towards my bed they looked serious. I saw Michael in the hall way a look of horror on his face and my mother attempting to turn him away from the scene, she looked like she had been crying too, but not in front of my brothers, she would never do that. Everything was frozen, no one moving. That is when I saw the heart monitor... I was dying. I was in shock, everyone was crying because of me... Because I was dying. I felt the tears well up in my eyes blurring my vision. I felt them roll down my face. I was a horrible brother, I help back a sob, and now there was nothing I could do to make up for it.
"Would you like a second chance?" I whipped my head around to the foot of my bed. A man stood in a all black suit, cuff-links and little decco on the suit where tinny silver skulls. He wore a fedora, and his face looked like a painted on mask. You know like from Princess and the Frog Disney movie how the villain had that wicked skull mask that covered half his face. Yeah this dude had that... He also was taller then me and had blond hair. He had a cane in one hand, I think the nob that you hold on to was a skull. This guy wasn't subtle was he. He also didn't speak per say, it was more like I was hearing it in my head because it sounded like he said it in English and French at the same time, kinda cool, but kinda creepy at the same time.
"You're... The angle of death?" I watched as the palm of his hand met his forehead. It seams I got that wrong. "One of the four hours men of the apocalypse?" I guessed again, and he sighed.
"Close both based off me though. I am the God of Death." He stressed heavily on 'the God of Death' part. I take it that many humans don't get to actually tell people his real title seeing as he is the patron of death and all. "You know compared to most you are taking this meeting rather well." His voice was deep and harmonious, I spouse that if life is hard to deal with the death would be the opposite.
"No ... I'm just in shock. Not everyday you meet the God of Death." I made a point to stress the God of Death part. He kindly at me, I could see his blue eyes looking at me sadly.
"Back to business, I am willing to give you another shot ... At life that is, with your family, your brothers and your mother."
"You better not be pulling my leg. You mean it, not dying." He shook his head, not what he meant then.
"I mean you will be reborn into another world, with the same people in your life now. A chance to try again. Your time in this world has come, but it hasn't started in other worlds, and if you wish I can make that happen." I could try again. They would be the same, I could be a better brother and son.
"Yeah, I... I agree, but what's the catch." I loved the idea of trying again, yeah it sucked balls that I couldn't stay, but the God of Death says I have spent my time here who am I to argue.
"You agree with out asking the catch first you know" I nodded my head yes, I did know I agreed before hearing the catch. I figured that getting a chance to live again was worth it. Death nodded his head as if he could hear my thoughts "I see... When the time comes I will call upon you, I only ask that you do as I ask when I do." I nodded my head in agreement. That didn't sound that bad at all. He smiled at me again, it was kind and less I-am-pitting-you looking. "Now we come to the matter of what world you wish to be reborn into." As soon as Death said reborn I though of KHR, or Katekyo Hitman Reborn. I wondered if Reborn from the manga picked Reborn as his alias when he became a Hitman as a symbol... You know I am being reborn into the world of the Mafia type deal. "A interesting world, yes, you would have a father there." I looked at mister death all confused like, what? I saw his shoulders move a little... He was laughing and silently. "You know it as Katekyo Hitman Reborn." I just about had a stroke, mister death could read my mind, yep, no privacy in death is seams. I got a chuckle from him. So in KHR I would have a father... That made me wonder what my father really did in this world because, hey, KHR dealt with the MAFIA. "So it is settled you will be reborn ... In Reborn." Oh, death has a scenes of humour. He lifted his cane a little and then tapped it on the ground and then everything was black.
Things have been black and boring for a while. I occupied my self with thinking about the events of KHR. I couldn't wait to see if I was being born into Tsuna's time line. That would be so much fun! I also occupied my self with singing every song that I knew from French to English and some Japanese songs even though I didn't know the language and most likely butchered the songs to hell and back, but of course I couldn't really sing in this black world, I was starting to think that Mister Death got the wrong world, and I defiantly couldn't move much soft squishy walls where all around me and didn't leave much space. I swear if my mother didn't teach me to be patient I would have gone mad by now. I dismissed the thought about my mom. I didn't want to do much thinking about my mom or brothers. I was going to be seeing them again any way... That is if this was the world I was spouse to be in. That is when the quakes started... Or more like gushy walls started to move me and they seamed to be in a hurry too. Then their was bright light, and lots of noise and a woman screaming and not the horror scream more like how in the not so new star Strek movie where kirk mom is ... Oh dear god I just... Ew! I was literary being reborn. That was horrible, no wonder kids don't remember anything before the age of three, that was... Just, no. I will never ever look back as this a something I wanted to experience. Just nasty.
The doctor, whom, despite the medical mask, I pinned as Shamal, handed me off to the nurse next to him. She bathed me, this was going to get frustrating quickly. I had about a year before I could walk and talk and then another few before I could do things on my own with out my mother freaking shit. Damn it all! Maybe being reborn isn't all that it's cracked up to be. Once I was clean of blood and other fluids that I don't even want to think about, I was wrapped up in a blue blanket and handed to Shamal again. I saw his sour face. I wanted to pull on his facial hair, or his hair. Show him for hating the male race... Womaniser that he is. I felt him hand me to the woman I barely saw because mind you my poor vision fallowed me or baby's can't see all that well. I heard him say "it's a boy" I saw my mom. It defiantly was the same mom I had in my old world, but her eyes where violet/indigo colour. She smiled at me, it was so warm. I hadn't seen my mom smile like that in a long time. I smiled back as best I could with my chubby cheeks. "Look at that, he is smiling. I think I will call you Gabriel." I gave a baby gurgle laugh thing in approval. Yes, let me have the same name I had before being reborn. Makes it so much easier for me. "Now where is your father. He said he was coming." All happy thought have fled my mind. Who is my father, will I like him? What if he is a huge dick, or a leader of a really nasty Mafia like the bastards that experimented on Mokuro? I was so not prepared for this.