I have figured out something about myself. I am slightly obsessed with reincarnation stories. So I am writing this! Hope you like it and PLEASE REVIEW! :)

I own nothing except Yuki.

All through my life I have believed that after death is reincarnation. My personal theory was that those souls who were reborn got rid of old memories in order for a fresh start of a new life. However, occasionally a soul would slip through without losing its memories of the past life. I'd say that Jesus would be an example of this. He could have had his memories of a past life that gave him the wisdom that made people worship him as the messiah.

Although this was my theory, I never expected it to be proven right.

I was a Chemist with my Ph.D. in experimental explosives. In other words, I made explosive materials. One day I was working on my latest project late at night, and there was no one else left in the building. Even the janitors had gone home for the day. While I was working, I suddenly sneezed, causing the chemicals I was mixing to pour in unevenly, resulting in a huge explosion that incinerated me on the spot, as well as set the building on fire.

Yes. I had killed myself by sneezing. How lame is that! But then again, it does sound like something I would do now that I think about it…

Death was peaceful. I couldn't see, hear, or even move or breath, but I was warm and content. There was this one time that the peace was invaded by a pure evil, menacing feeling that terrified me, but luckily it didn't last for too long before the peace came back.

I don't really know how long I was there. It could have been minutes, hours, days, or even years. Finally, one day I felt this horrible pushing, squeezing sensation around me. It moved me forcefully away from my comfy space, and suddenly I was hit by a freezing blast of air and blinding bright light. It was such a drastic change from the warm, darkness I had gotten used to that it almost hurt. So, I did what came naturally when put in this kind of situation. I cried. I could feel what seemed to be giant hands carry me, and then they wrapped me in something warm and fuzzy, which I assumed must be a blanket. Still crying, I tried to open my eyes and found that everything just looked like big blobs of smudgy colors. Because of the frustration of not being able to see, I just cried harder.

Meanwhile, the giant was passing me down to someone. As soon as I was in the arms of the new giant's arms, I felt a warm, loving sensation coming from the giant, now identified as a woman. That would be about when the realization hit me. Giants, who I now assume must be doctors, being held with love by a giant woman as if I were her newborn child. Not as if, I was her newborn child!

I am a baby… I have been reincarnated.