WARNINGS: Clinically insane OC (narcissistic personality disorder, borderline personality disorder, schizophrenia, magical thinking), SI-OC, dimension travel, time travel, violence, language, gayness, nudity, LGBT members, really bad morality in general and dark themes.

If you're sensitive to psychoneurotic disorders and conditions in general then AVOID this story.

Tbh this was inspired by my fellow fanfiction writer and fren HybridTrash13. Their stories are pretty cool, especially By Any Other Name. Check it out, 'cause it's also a DT SI(ish)-OC story. This story was also inspired by Assassin's Creed, specifically Ezio Auditore da Firenze's story.

Official first chapter will come 4/23. BTW, Happy Earth Day!

Original chapter word count: 736~

Recommended songs: Breaking the Habit by Linkin Park, Our Demons by The Glitch Mob feat. Aja Volkman, Monster by Imagine Dragons and Can't Shut Up by Anthem Lights.

Enjoy! :3

Prologue: Whistling Hawk

My favorite foreign language quote has always been à goupil endormi rien ne tombe en la gueule—a closed mouth catches no flies.

It was said back in 100 B.C., but that didn't impact my liking to it.

À goupil endormi rien ne tombe en la gueule. It was relatable…for me, at least.

And I still do love the quote—and it was because of that attachment to that damn thing, that the quote became a moral.

But my moral became the death me, it seemed, because falling from the second tallest building in China was the result.

Wind was whistling in my ears, the pressure hitting my skin and making me numb. Short brown hair kept in the flow of the wind, my expression surprised but almost relaxed.

I didn't care if I died, that's what I tell myself. My inner voice is so loud sometimes. It is helpful—keeps me optimistic and wanted in my loneliness and hatred.

My depression is the recessive, my voice the dominance. But I kept quiet about a lot of things, even though my humanely logical side tells me to. But ha, who obeys that side anyway? I've seen results from my actions and put myself in identical scenarios all the time.

This fall I was falling…it was honestly expected. I knew a pisanthrophobic person when I saw them. The person I saw earlier—the person I witness do atrocious crimes—didn't believe my words when I said I'd keep quiet. Maybe because it was just that genuine; my words monotonous and my face expressionless, that bastard of a human being still pushed me plummeting.

I don't even speak Chinese.

Dry, dark brown eyes squint, the wind shouting in my ears. I wanted to see what was underneath me before death came. So I moved.

Wind can never be truly controlled, not as a natural entity. The force and gravity of our Earth made it even more difficult. The smaller, the more concentrated. The stronger, the better.

I could already hear cars and the buzzing life of China.

I bent both of my left limbs and tipped my weight to my right, smoothly flipping over. The sudden pressure really fucking hurt, but I could see the blurring windows behind me, the cars stuck in traffic, and the people crossing the streets. It was happening so fast.

What time was it?

I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to tuck and roll. It was somewhat successful.

Then I just heard a loud crack.

But death never came. Not instantly. I just felt unexplainable pain, but honestly it couldn't measure up to birthing a child.

I sucked in a slow, steady breath through my mouth, the metallic sensation of blood overriding my taste and smell.

I slowly blinked. There was a buzzing sound—one that bothered me greatly, made me feel numbly dizzy. My eyes moved slowly. Soon, I could see a woman with dark hair standing over me, a hockey mask covering her face—

The bastard of a human raised her arm and stabbed me in the chest. The pain became overwhelming in that mere moment, and I slipped from the hands of life.

There was an overwhelming amount of emotions, and everything became just a mere darkness.

It stayed dark for a long time.

But it was a comforting darkness. And, eventually, I heard a woman's voice crying, laughing, singing, humming and—well. She was generally a mess.

And then I heard a man's deep, commanding voice. It vibrated the darkness, tickled my body, and my instinctive reaction was to kick.

The darkness returned.

The next time I seemed to have "woken up", there was screaming. I felt my body get pushed and something cold touched my head—but I was indifferent to it. But then a bright color hit my eyelids, and my irritation made me grumble. It came out as an infants whimper, and as I was transferred from one pair of arms to another, I laughed.

What a stupid sound, where the hell did it even come from?

I couldn't stop laughing, because that laugh was absolutely adorable. I couldn't find where it was, though, and while that was frustrating, I just let it slide.

The laugh was too damn adorable.

(And while I laughed, I didn't notice the arms let go of me—and soon enough I was on a hard surface for a really long time).