Summary: Jamie Oliver Green, the youngest of three tomboy sisters, thinks that she's living life best she can. That is, of course, before she had met her unfortunate end and gets reborn into the anime she was borderline obsessed about. But why, oh why, did she have to be reborn as the random sparkles 'n flowers' twin sister!?

AN: This is my first attempt at a fanfiction, let alone a KHR! fanfic. So while I appreciate constructive criticism, please don't blatantly say that you hate it if you do. If you hate this, I'm sorry that this isn't towards your liking. Now on with the show!

DISCLAIMER: If I was actually the owner of this amazing creation, I would actually be able to art without being a failure.

EDIT: As of 12/5/17, this chapter has been edited into something less shitty.

There comes a time where you question why you try.

Why do you get up in the morning? Responsibilities? Necessity? Maybe you don't want to seem like a burden to your family of four, with a widowed mother and two other sisters helping you every step of the way?

Ha, can you guess which one was my case yet?

So when my life get brutally snatched away from me, does it really surprise you that my first thought is wondering, "Shit, did I finish doing the chores?"

The next, if you were wondering, was if my family would be able to pay the funeral service.

We were extremely impoverished, after all.

Yet the weirdest thing was the whole rebirth process. It was warm and safe one moment, then the next, my breathing had been hard, chest too constricted to comprehend my situation.

When I take my 'first look' at the world I live in, it was too bright. I saw my new "Mother" (as soon as my eyes were used to the white shine of the hospital,) smile tiredly at me, the (were those...sparkles?) backdrop behind her practically illuminating her features.

Then comes the absolutely disgusting part of the whole process. The part normal children forget. The breastfeeding. Let me tell you, so far in my short lifespan, that was the single most traumatic experience of my technically tiny life.

Though, I realize, that I am not alone in the breastfeeding endeavor. I see patches of bright orange hair on my new 'sibling.' Apparently, my mother had twins. I wonder if I have a different hair color then my new sibling? Oh hey. I'm crying. I've been crying. This whole time. As a side effect, apparently, from crying and just natural baby-ness, I became tired. Really tired. Like, I've-had-2-hours-of-sleep-from-working-all-night tired.

As I was falling asleep, I heard my Mother name my new twin and I.

They, (she?) was Kyoko Sasagawa, and I was now Hikaru Sasagawa. Oh, that explains all the weird sparkles I guess.

When I woke up, it was to gray eyes. It freaked me the fuck out, so (on babies' instinct) I started to cry. The gray eyes widened, and (to the EXTREME) yelled, "MOM! SHE'S CRYING, TO THE EXTREME!"

Well, at least he got her attention. A bit loud around two babies though.

Mother came (fast walking? Should she even be up?) with an expression of absolute delight. I wonder if I woke up later than expected.

Also, if you think my priorities of chores and family over the fact that I died odd, then fuck you.

I would be more than willing to sacrifice my life again and again and again, if it were to save another or help my family with living more comfortably.

Back to the present, my mother entered carrying a Sasagawa Kyoko. Kyoko looked at me and squealed in utter delight. Then she gave me one of her first Kyoko smiles. I faintly smiled back and laughed. Ryohei then decided that his new little sisters are both and I quote, "EXTREMELY EXTREME!" It was 'extremely' amazing to hear that from my new older brother.

Then I thought of Lira and Haley, my other older siblings. All the people I had grown to love and wish to protect. My mom, still needing what I failed to give her, the child on the corner whom I had "adopted," the kids at the shelter down the road, whom I occasionally stopped by to help out. I still had things to settle in my world, not exist in a world previously a manga and anime!

This wasn't fair.

I had shit to get done, so it wasn't time to sit on my ass a helpless baby with trust issues.

"-ru!? Hikaru!? Are you ok!?"

Oh. Apparently spacing out in front of an supposedly overprotective parent with a child looking at nothing with a blank face freaks them out. Who knew.

I made some kind of gurgling noise as a response, then realized I was hungry. Sparkle Parent Ver. Mom learned this as well. This was now the most traumatic experience as I was more awake.

I was thrilled when I was finally able to eat regular (baby) food instead of drinking her...milk...

So yeah! First chapter! Yay! Posting this on my birthday too! Wooh! Anyways, I hope you enjoyed the first experience with Jamie/Hikaru! Oh, and i did some research for the meaning of her new name! The fruit of my labor gave me a name meaning radiance, to shine, light, or brightness since her brother is the sun guardian after all.

~ TheAngelicPyro