A/N : As you guessed it, one of /those/ fics.

If you can see it in the picture, (Drawn by me) you'll notice that it's a RebornintotheRebornuniverseAsReborn. I suppose the plot will get a bit wonky, of course. This is my first work of fan fiction. The original draft was /way/ worse.

Beta'd by the amazing Pinkiedoll, (Honestly, this wouldn't be as good if she wasn't here to edit, so thank you!)

It was a recurring thing. Sensible in the mannerisms of something slightly tragic; though to me it seemed a little closer to normalcy. Based from memory- that particular day had been much more torturous. My usual routine had settled into place; get up, get ready -that fight- go to school- argue with my classmates; and then return home only to have the cycle return to the starting point. I kept my face brave, hiding away the inner turmoil that rocked me daily. I didn't want to stand out; not that I ever did in all honesty. My family was something that was considered average; two siblings, both parents and a pet, a dog to be exact. My regular hobbies were placed into the categories of sleeping, eating and burying myself in alternate worlds I found comforting. When I say this, I mean by drawing and reading manga. My parents were always busy, working in order to support myself and my siblings. Whenever my family had free time, they would indulge in my like for anime, even my mother seemed to be alright with it. These were happy times, smiles and inside jokes shared. I considered myself lucky; with this normal life. But, there were times when the harsh words thrown in my direction would sting; but I couldn't let that tear me down. I had to stay standing, keep my head up; as was expected. I had to stand my own ground, people who were close to me were on the other side of the world, my online friends couldn't save me, not here. Not in my reality. The hatred that began to tick away at my hardened exterior started to eat at me, started to make me hate myself, to hate my own being. It began to build up.
Their words, the way they spoke to me. How they saw me, what had I done?

"You're not going to go anywhere with that attitude."

The tone tore deep into me, that fact that they think they know. They think they understand. I know that my tongue is sharp. I know that I am resilient. "Why do you cry so much? You're too old for that."

Can't you see the hurt? Are you blind to my suffering?

"Stop getting so angry about things! It's just a joke!"

You don't have the right to say that, you don't know what I'm feeling. You don't get it, you just don't.

It would continue. It would not relent; the words they would throw at me, the bite at the end of each sentence. I began to believe that I was useless. I believed that I was the reason for the depths of everyone's mood.

That day, the memory still fresh- I was walking home as was my routine; I had bid my farewells to my friend; in actuality she was the only one I had. We were close, something that I valued.
As we walked, I remembered the other friend- she was a cheerful young artist and author, someone whom I admired- also suffered from depression, among other things. She was intelligent, snarky, and kind. We often helped one another out of a pinch; I considered her as something more. She was someone to rely on and release every pent up emotion. I felt lost as I realized that she was in her own place of mind, somewhere far away. It only added on to my current hopelessness.
I continued onward, unsure of what I was meant to do. Something told me that I was supposed to clean the dishes? Or maybe it was to cut down the old sunflower that was growing in our yard since it had long began to deteriorate- my mother had mentioned that she had loved the seeds.
I stopped to wait for the light to change to red. I hated this part of the routine; the time ticked by slowly, taking longer than the others. I watched as the stoplight went red, but the crossing sign activate right away. The students in front of me left without a care, and I rolled my eyes- they did this all the time, one of them was bound to get hit by-

a car?

Screeching tires and the smell of burning rubber filled my senses- the movement blurred by the adrenaline rushing through my veins.
I think I screamed out but the students didn't seem to register my voice. One of them was frozen in fear and I felt my chest tighten. The mantra of 'not good, not good, not good ' spinning in my head.
I found my body in automatic mode, my feet pulling me in the direction of the frozen figure. I ran towards the person to push them out of the way; the speeding vehicle making no further effort to slow. I panicked- there were no officers around; No sense of justice, the bystanders lacking the presence of safety-

My hands met with the flesh of the frozen person, and I pushed them away with a bit a force. I felt slightly relieved, it was short lived as I found myself in the same position they previously occupied-and It was too late for my body too move. This felt too surreal- Was it actually happening? I felt as though my life was going to flash before my eyes; the series of cliche statements filling my mind.

Pushing a person from a speeding car? You could of dodged and rolled to the side. Nice going, Vale, Nice going.
I chuckled to myself as I laid there- what an uneventful way to die. I could of at least said a proper goodbye to my friends. I couldn't feel the lower part of my body. Was is under the car? I forced my eyes to move- darting them quickly to the side, there was a pooling of a thick, sticky substance in my line of sight. I stared at in awe, all of this liquid... was this from me? An overwhelming sense of calm flooded into me. I had come to the conclusion that I was dying. I probably was, right? I found that despite the sadness, that I did not want to go, though, not yet.

"It is your time, to go" I heard it, in the back of my head. My subconscious coaxing my heavy lids to close. I have to? But I want to say goodbye first. "You're too late for that." can't you postpone my death until tomorrow? "Are you capable? These are your words, your wants. " There were muffled screams and someone was sobbing. I felt warm hands on my face, and I thought I heard the word, officer. I felt my form lifting, this was unreal. This feeling of weightlessness, but still fully aware. My mind was spinning, and I felt the need to try to stay present, I could feel myself slipping away.

Stay awake. People need you. Julia needs you; your friend needs you. What would your mom think? Would she blame herself? You're going to lose everything you loved, everything you worked hard for. You are loved, so very much. Open your eyes, damn it, fight it!

I felt the words I fought to think, the credibility of them was lacking, and it twinged at my heart. I felt myself starting to cry- it was a late response. Hot tears spilled over, feeling cold as they slipped over my cheeks. A broken, silent sob climbing it's way up the back of my throat. Everyone hated me anyways, right? And If I did die, wasn't this what I deserved? I was bound to die with all these regrets sooner or later. I closed my eyes, and breathed out one last sob. It'll be okay- at least people will get what they wanted in the end.

Right? Isn't that what everyone wanted? Everyone will be okay, hopefully. They'll forget about me in a few weeks. Just like the rest.

I felt my consciousness begin to rise, the fidget of my eyelids allowing me to wake. I found that my vision was masked in black- despite this, I found my gaze lingering downwards towards my hands. I felt my body in movement,, and then my brain jumped into hyper mode. Don't tell me, please. Was I reincarnated? Had I been misplaced in my death and transferred into a different realm My brain came to a screeching halt. You must by kidding. Curse my luck! And now of all places too. I finally got the peace that I wanted and now I'm stuck in a void, waiting for some random thing asking me, "Do you wish to live? Where, I can grant you your undisclosed desire."

Oh fuck, could this be what I wanted? Could this be what I needed? Could I really be granted the power to do something, new?
A voice snapped me out of my train of thought; and the sudden exchanged shocked me, and I flinched.

" I'm going to give the opposite of what you want, because you deserve a cold hard lesson on how to be selfless. I'm your guardian for your journey of self discovery and yadda yadda yadaa.. You can call me whatever you like because I don't officially have a name. I take it you're Vale, hm?"
His voice was really monotone, and distant. The way he spoke, it was if he didn't want to be here. I dubbed him an ass, my eyebrows furrowing. I snapped my head up, in recognition to his voice, even though I still had no control over my vision. The list of names in my head began; Gabriel? Nah, that's lame and really cheesy.

Shinji? Nope.
As the gears in my mind clicked to a conclusion, I found a name that could work. My voice felt caught in my throat, almost as if it had many days of silence, as if the box had broken. My voice trembled, the control of my tongue slipping, the words tasting different, almost as if they weren't really mine; " Is 'Alo okay?" The voice seemed to hesitate slightly, however it eventually reiterated its answer.

"Fine by me."

A/N: "In Native American the meaning of the name Alo is: Spiritual guide."

Tell me what you think? Its like 1800+ words which is almost nothing. But I don't write much, so it's fair. Aaaah.. .. reborn into the reborn universe. . How fun. . Also, kudos to anyone who knows what the movie 'Colorful (2011) ' is, which inspired me, among other things, to write this! I was also inspired by the song, "Shiki no uta".