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So... A bit random, but what do you say when you're being birthed?
Well. First of all, you don't say anything, you scream it.
It's an involuntary reaction to the cold, the light, the sounds, the shock and displeasure of being banished from your safe place...
'That warm watery place of solitude and safety...'
On an unrelated side note side note, did you know the fluid in the amniotic sac that holds the baby is actually just it's own piss? And that the baby will repeatedly drink and piss said piss in a continuous cycle? Not for the nutritional value or anything but just to practice the motions.
'Anyway.'
For a normal baby their first words are probably just some incoherent babbling expressing their deep grievances towards the useless male who decided to fertilise their miserable existence. No grudges against the mother of course... she provided the happiest part of their life and put up with them attacking their innards after all.
For them, you get birthed and it all goes down hill from there...
For me however... well I had some time to think.
I like to think myself different from the common masses, I don't think many babies had an adult ego or knowledge of a past life.
'Or maybe they did...? But by the time they could speak they just forgot about it all!'
:O
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Stupid conspiracy theories aside. I am indeed a reincarnate, one who gained consciousness in the womb no less.
'And boy was that weird.'
So, given this rare opportunity by the graces of the Panda Gods I decided my first words must have impact, have meaning and set the glories road of OPness (Oh Penis) that will no doubt come.
Poetry of my glory will passed through the ages, bards sing of me in taverns, children bemoan having to read yet another of my tales at school.
So when the time came I drew on the bountiful knowledge of the past life to make my first impact on this new (probably) world!
As the light approached. I Howled.
'LEEEEEEERRRROOOYYY JEEEEEEENKINS!'
"WAWAAAAAAAAAAA WAAAAAAAAAWAAAAAA!"
Duh.
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3rd person pov
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Arayan was born with a grin on his face. He was also screaming like a madman. Freaked out the nurse.
At least he was healthy.
Arayan had a dick.
Good for him.
But other than that he took after his mother.
He inherited his mother's eyes, an amber-brown shade, his mothers light brown skin tone as apposed to his father's darker shade (although that would probably tan with time), straight black tufts same as mother and going by the shit-eating grin and cackling... her personality too.
Although he looked like little more than a kawai potato at the moment, his parents would find he also inherited his mothers sharp cheekbones, long eye lashes, smirk and her evil laugh.
The pitiful male shuddered when he saw it.
The beatiful female "squeee"ed.
And that pretty much summed up the next five years of his life...
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Arayan pov
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I have been reborn in the modern(ish) age, which is a shame. I wanted to introduce crop rotation to the ignorant masses like a good and proper reincarnation. However my house has electricity, so I assume that we have passed the Agricultural Revolution and going by the general quality of clothes and nappies; the Industrial Age has most likely come and gone as well (thank god no child labour) and we are entering the information age. Probably.
'Unless I'm in some backwards alternate world with a society reliant on alien tech since times immemorial and thus skipped many revolutions and innovations made by man in times of great need. But I doubt it.'
I say entering because I've yet to see a laptop but there is one of those old bulky white things that accept video tape thingies and the fan makes a racket when you use them for more than ten minutes.
Unfortunately I know jack shit on hardware and programming so no revolutions there, just have to wait.
Shame...
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I'm living somewhere in Japan. Fuck yeah.
'Manga! Anime! Dragon Quest! Hero Summoning! Harem Ends! Tentacles!'
... Anyway.
I found out via the language. At first my hearing was too muffled and garbled for me to recognise sounds but over time it improved along with my sight. At first my parents whispered and cooed to me in a mix of Hindi and Gujarati leaving me to believe I were somewhere in India but it turned out they just wanted their baby to hear words of their home-tongue first, which I completely understand. I too would whisper blessings and such to my baby in my native tongue if I were to marry a foreigner.
It wasn't until later when I had my first visitor (a nurse or housewife) and my parents started to talk to her in fluent Japanese (which I half understood due to extensive Anime watching) that I came to the conclusion. My parents more or less greeted her, showed her to me and let her do a basic check-up on me whilst they both stood and watched like hawks then dad showed her out of the room whilst mum gave me a happy kiss then followed.
If I were in India the nurse (or whatever) would talk in an Indian dialect (there are quite a few) to my parents but since my parents were the ones to speak Japanese I can assume we are over in Japan instead of a Japanese (probably) nurse (or something) being in India.
'So bam! I'm in Japan. A country I always wanted to visit but didn't have the chance. Nice.'
'... Oh yeah I also found out my name is Arayan. Cool.'
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Time-skip
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The sound of wood hitting wood sounded throughout the dojo accompanied by the sound of shuffling feet.
I was practising Kendo.
I, at the age of 11 am currently trying out for the Kedo club of my Junior High school (Year 8 for UK, first Year of Secondary Education and 7th Grade for US).
I am considered somewhat of a genius (boy is that words used a lot in Japan) but it is a well deserved title having skipped an academic year and possessing outstanding physical skills. Even though I cheated a bit with past life knowledge.
*Clack-Clack*
Two quick strikes are exchanged between me and my opponent, but I'm not truly paying attention to him.
To my right a few meters away another spar is occurring.
The challenger has beautiful form, her strikes are neat and clean, her clear shouts are sonorous and nice even when muffled by the helmet.
A different shout from my opponent distracts me and I turn to him irritation.
'Bro can't you see I'm bird-watching?'
A lazy step back (for me) and I dodge his strike, I was dragging it out because he is my future senpai and it would be bad to embarrass him but now I'm annoyed.
*Twak!*
A hard sound standing out from the usual woody sound of clashing shinai sounds.
My shinai rests on my opponents helm.
I win, he had no chance to resist.
I can't tell my opponents expression, and I don't really care, but he's probably shocked right?
I stepped back and myself and my opponent held our shinai in chūdan-no-kamae, squatted and mimed sheathing a sword with our shinai, stood, backed away from each other still facing each-other and bowed. Thus ending our spar properly.
Hushed words erupted from the sidelines as well as polite clapping. But not too loud so as to distract the other ongoing duels.
My opponent walked of to the side at the other end of the dojo and switched with another senpai, I walked off to the side where victors of the challengers would be welcomes to the club and allowed my fellow first-years waiting behind me to try out for the club as well.
A female senpai of decent looks not wearing Bōgu welcomes me and hands me a bottle of water. I'm told I've been accepted and she looks forward to working with me (yoroshiku).
Before I could respond more hushed clapping erupts from behind me, turning to see I find the match to my left has been finished.
A slight form around the same height as me walks over whilst taking of her helm revealing the face of my friend.
Cute nose, pink smiling lips, brown eyes a doll like face being both cute and beautiful, and hair in a child bob cut.
A fine loli.
Although the hair is purple.
Her name is Hinata.
Her hair is purple.
Unfortunately she does not have the Byakugan.
Her hair is naturally purple.
I'm most likely living in an anime. How do I know?
Her hair is purple.
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Thing is... I haven't a clue which one.
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Time-skip
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Returning home from school always feels somewhat surreal for me.
Not because the view on the way back is surreal or I see ghosts or anything.
In fact the school I currently attend is sitting atop a hill, the path down is winding and with sakura-trees lining the road, plenty of greenery in the area and a clear view over the city; the view is quite scenic. Far better than the usual grey high-rising buildings and residential flats I was used to past life.
Should I say as expected of the slice-of-life genre Anime I currently live?
No the reason I find it surreal is because it is usually one of the few times I'm left alone with my thoughts.
At home I work, I play, I train, I relax, I fap, I sleep.
At school I learn, I work, I practice, I have forbidden sex with teachers, I eat.
Travelling to school I'm usually with Hinata or some other girl I brought back the day before. In the past Hinata would walk back with me everyday when we finish Kedo as well.
However now Hinata has left Kendo and now has her own group of club friends, she only walks back with me on Mondays and Fridays. Plus her family moved house slightly, they are still in the same city, same area in fact, but we are no longer on the same street, which is a shame... Although we would still go to each others house if we want to fuck.
But not today.
Today I take the half-hour walk back home at a leisurely pace and admire the setting sun. Although at the speed I'm walking it may well be a forty minute or hour long walk.
'It's been a busy sixteen years... well almost sixteen .'
My sixteenth birthday is just a few weeks away in fact, same as last life it's in the summer holidays.
'Parents divorced.'
When I was twelve. Not sure why, I think dad found another woman and my mother found she no longer loved dad. So they split.
'Dad died.'
An air-plane crash, not three weeks after the divorce.
We went to his funeral but I didn't feel much. There was a crying woman there that I didn't know.
'I entered the national stage and was recognised as the best Kendoka, Karateka and Judoka under fourteen in Japan.'
That was a great day. There were many changes in my life due to that one win... some extraordinary even. Hint hint.
'I killed for the first time in either lives...'
A robber, he held mother at gun-point for a moment. Just for that I held no remorse when I cut him down with an axe. There were no legal repercussions, and life went on. Although I did have to attend psychiatrist sessions for a while. As did mother.
'... Mother died.'
... Ischaemic Heart Disease. There was nothing that could be done. One day... she just dropped. I can't honestly say I loved dad, I just found it hard to lave a male like that for no reason other than blood. Perhaps that was one of the reasons he left. But I loved mother with all my heart. Perhaps even more so than my first mum. Mother was just... more perfect, maybe because we were in an anime but her love for me was more picturesque, and I loved her back just as much.
I cried the more at her funeral than I had in either lives, I felt more sorrow than I had in either lives combined.
Her funeral was on my fourteenth birthday.
'I had sex.'
With Hinata, I... she came to me. A few weeks after mother's funeral. She was fifteen, I fourteen, she comforted me with her body. I didn't realise I had gotten so bad. It was only after that I started to treat her more like a human rather than a cute pet I were raising. And it was only after that that I realised how deep my apathy for other humans other than mother ran.
'I had gained a carer who would look after me till I was sixteen. She was rather nice looking so I had her for my fifteenth birthday.'
I think it was after that that I started going for teachers. This being an anime world (probably) they were all rather nice despite their age.
'I became the best under sixteen Karateka, Kendoka and Judoka nationally and internationally. It were only for a short, brief moment but I gained world-wide fame and could proudly say I was the strongest in the world at something important.'
Much the same as the first time I stepped onto the national stage, many things changed in my life when I made it to the top of the international stage. For one, my future was set; I was going to go to the Olympics for Judo and become the best in Japan at Kendo and Karate, making my living off of martial-arts. Perhaps one day I will elevate Karate and Kendo into the Olypiad and go down in history as the one to bring the arts to new heights. Perhaps one day I will become the first Human National Treasure for sports...
'Perhaps...'
But all I could think at the time was how much I wished mother could see me now.
'Expenses for education all the way till University were pre-payed for and I was given options to go to far more prestigious schools than the one I was currently at.'
However I refused. I smelled politics. There was no doubt I would become great; my victories were no close things, I practically dominated despite being a year younger than most participants in all the tournaments, I was going to be great and there were no doubt many people wanted influence over me. People who would have not hesitate to aim for my mother if she were alive to influence me. Pride, honour and "face" had lot more weight here in the East than they ever did in the West.
A seemingly innocent choice of choosing to go to a certain school that might be under someones influence could change my entire career, and not necessarily for the better. I had no interest in making heavy options like that just yet. Besides I liked my hometown, and I didn't want to leave Hinata just yet.
In addition to that... it just felt empty. All those offers, all the congratulations, all the "high-expectations" people had for me... I'm apathetic. Hinata told me I barely smiled at her anymore. I told her I only smiled around her.
'My world went grey.'
It was only Hinata, martial arts, sex and certain other things I were researching that kept me living instead of surviving, if barely.
'I set Hinata up with someone else. She deserved better than me.'
That was a major decision for me. It meant I was letting something go. One of the few things still with colour left in my life. But it was right, it felt right in my heart. I could't bare to drag Hinata down into my colourless world. It wouldn't be right. I may be apathetic but I had principles. I will repay kindness and debts tenfold. Hinata has deserved that much at least...
Of course I didn't set Hinata up with a male however.
'Fuck if I let another guy touch my Hinata. NTR is a trash fetish.'
And that brings me to the present day. Left alone with my thoughts I realise how surreal my life is. I can't help but think did I do that? Left alone I can;t help but wonder what I'm doing here? Why I was alive?
And questions like those always led down a steep path for me.
Without my crutches like mother and Hinata close at hand I don't dare delve to deep. It's too dark to go alone. And I am alone now.
More than ever.
In this second life I have experienced and lived far more than I did in my last. Be it achievements or emotions I felt and touched far, far more.I recognise sorrow better now, I know how to better appreciate happiness because of it, I felt satisfaction holding trophies of victory and contentment resting in my mothers arms after, I felt affection for another being and felt it returned with Hinata, I felt greater pleasure and pain through sex and martial-arts, I grew as I gained and matured as I let go, I Lived... but more than that... I loved.
And I lost.
I pause.
I feel like I've reached an end.
At the base of the hill that the school I attended for the last eleven years I felt like I had found closure.
It was surreal. This feeling.
'Just from reviewing my life...?'
I do that nearly everyday... why today?
'I felt tired.'
Had I reached breaking point?
'But strangely well rested.'
I didn't know what this strange feeling bubbling up from within me was.
'The fuck! Is this enlightenment?!'
A portal opened before me.
I farted.
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~The feeling gone~
... After bleaching my mind of embarrassing thoughts (eh what thoughts?) I observed the silver-grey portal.
'Yea that's a bonafide magic portal... what to do...'
Taking off my bag and rummaging for something to write on. Tearing some paper from my book I wrote what I thought necessary on it, keeping a careful eye on the portal, ready to jump through if it starts getting unstable.
Having written my note and left it to the side of the road pinned under some useless textbooks and other things I strap my bags on tighter.
Facing the portal, I walk through saying my last words.
"Surprise me."
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3rd person pov
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Some time later Arayan's note was found
I love you Hinata. Be happy.
I'm going on an adventure.
Next to it was the short Last Will of Arayan leaving everything he owned to the aforementioned Hinata.
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AN: So whtdya think?!
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