I have decided to rewrite the story to update to new information and also improve the story/plot. I'm also developing a fan comic that we'll be about a different reborn, I have done about five pages and will probably post two of them on Friday. I'll post a link on my fanfiction page once I've posted the comic.
Genre: Gender Bender, Violence, mature themes, Romance, blood and gore, and swearing.
Introduction (Re-write)
What comes after death is something that has always been a question of mine, I just never expected to have an answer so soon in life nor one so different from what I grew up with. There was no golden gates or even pits of fire, just a pitch blackness of nothing for I don't know how long.
However things started to change after awhile, feeling started to return to me slow, later some what of mudded hearing. Then it happened, the squeezing. For a person who was claustrophobe it was a nightmare that I never want to relive again but it was well worth it in the end when I was later able to see blurred vision of people. The loneliness was over and quickly tried my best to latch onto the nearest person.
However as time moved on I began to wonder what kind of disabilities was I recovering from and I constantly felt this weird feeling, as if something was moving under my skin. But that mirror changed all that as I looked very different from what I remembered.
The blurred image of a baby in the mirror was clearly not the six foot tall guy that I am, and the woman who helped me was clearly not a nurse nor my mother. Baby emotions did not like and I promptly began to burst out crying, the woman began to try to cuddle me but I just got louder.
Words were spoken and now I saw them for what they were, some kind of Japanese. I mean, at first I thought I had really bad hearing but it was Japanese.
The woman cuddled me more, speaking what I assumed to be soothing words. Is she? No she couldn't be...
YOUR NOT MY MOTHER!
I wiggled like a worm in the woman's arms, she struggled to hold me as another baby's cry could be heard and she tried to pick up the other baby as I continued to struggle. A door slid open somewhere and I was handed over to a man.
I practically stopped immediately when I was handed over, I had this weird feeling like the one I've been feeling under my skin but this one gave off a very imposing persona. The man also spoke some kind of Japanese but I couldn't really make out anything.
I looked into the face of the man, who I assume to be my father in this new life. His eyes looked as if they had no pupils, his hair from what I could see was long and black, with a bandanna covering the top of his head with some kind of plate on the front of it.
I couldn't really make out the symbol on the plate but I know one thing for sure is that I've been reborn into some kind of Asian family and given the lack of feeling for a particular thing, I'm guessing a girl too.
Great, it couldn't get much worse then this.
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