When I opened my eyes for the first time, I couldn't see anything. Everything was blurred. It felt like one of those slow-mo action movies, where the hero is running forward and yet, barely moving an inch. White surrounded me - white sheets, white walls, white windows. Everything was fucking white.
Understandably, I screamed. But what came out was the furthest thing from a proper screech, really. Instead, I choked on something stuck in my mouth, and ended up hacking wildly in an attempt to dislodge it. Soft, pale skin swam into view as someone picked me up as if I was a fucking baby and calmly patted my back, all the while murmuring vague words.
I promptly panicked. Tears sprung into my eyes, and I lifted my hands to defend myself –
–only to see small, tiny fingers and a half-formed fist.
"Sayuri…" A motherly voice sighed into my ear before lifting me up to pat my back soothingly. Some more words followed I couldn't understand. The hands went to my head as the owner fucking cuddled against me.
Then the (blissful?) silence was shattered by someone else screaming.
The woman tutted, placing me back onto the soft mattress. On my part, I could only gape at the ceiling, my vision blurred. Something vaguely yellow swam into view and I squirmed uncomfortably against the sheets. I couldn't feel half of my limbs.
Something was very, very wrong.
The yellow-something came closer, supported by the same hands I had seen before. I briefly latched onto the gleaming garnet ring on one finger, before I realized that the woman was holding another baby.
The baby's eyes opened. Ice-blue eyes blinked adorably at me. And then the woman smiled, lifting me up too.
She cooed a few more words. Only one stood out.
Misa.
{X}
I was born Amane Sayuri in a fancy hospital in a town whose name I wouldn't learn till later.
Much later.
I shared a womb with Amane Misa.
I had an older sister who glared at us disapprovingly from behind harsh black spectacles when we were brought into the house for the first time.
I shared a womb with Amane Misa.
My new mother was an airheaded woman who enjoyed unnecessary giggling.
I shared a womb with Amane Misa.
My father was the perfect match for her – an odd little man with a head full of black hair and a grating laugh.
I shared a womb with Amane Misa.
I was in a world that wasn't supposed to exist.
And oh god, I was going to die!
{X}
A/N: Muse is on a roll. For all the wrong fandoms and pairings.