READ THIS: I DELETED THIS STORY FOR A SHORT WHILE. It wasn't an accident. The reason for it was a mistake on my part, typing Kazuki's mother's name wrong (and ultimately screwing up the incoming plot). Sorry, but it's back up again.
Summary: I remember dying , but I also remember my past life all too clearly. It doesn't really matter, though, because I am a new person now, and this is my story. SI fic in the KHR universe! Reborn x OC x Fon. Also a tiny amount of Arcobaleno x OC.
Disclaimer: I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn! or Rurouni Kenshin; the honour goes to Amano Akira-san and Nobuhiro Watsuki-san respectively.
I'm so sorry for not completing my new chapter for Facing Your Demons, but I really wanted to try out an SI story! On another note, I found out that the term 'SI' was probably turning people away (as I thought that 'SI' was the term for OCs from another world. I didn't realize that it literally meant 'self 'insert), so I changed the summary a bit. To sum this up, this is NOT a SI fic.
Chapter one: rebirth
I remember dying.
Of course, this might be a bit of a shock, seeing as after dying, most people wouldn't be talking to you right now, yet alone look back on their deaths. I do, but it wasn't that important, contrary to what you might believe, as it served no purpose other than to verify the fact that yes, I really was dead. After all, who wouldn't be, after being stabbed in the throat?
But even though I remember my death, I also remember my past life all too clearly. It doesn't really matter, though, because I am a new person now, and this is my story.
Once upon a time, my name was Himura Kazuki, the second son of an unimportant farmer of an unimportant village somewhere in the East of Japan. My father, Himura Jiro, loved me with all his heart, and he told me that everyday. 'Your mother, He used to say, loved you very much, and so do I.'
Needless to say, I loved him very much, as well.
My brother, Himura Shinta, though, was an entirely different story. My father meant well, but in my eyes, he could never truly be a friend in which I would confide all my secrets to, no matter how guilty I felt for thinking about him like that. But Shinta, Shinta had always stood by me whenever I needed him the most, like the rock I desperately needed to cling onto until after the tsunami had passed. He was training to be a swordsman, as boys of our time always wanted to be, and had always regaled me with tales about his training, purple eyes shining bright with happiness. He told me that he wanted to make a 'cool' name for himself, when he was famous, and could kill a thousand men with one slash (I chuckled at that. Shinta? Kill? That was as likely as humans flying in the sky), he was going to create a name which he could go by. When I asked him what said name was, he said that he hadn't thought of one yet.
Whacking him lightly on the shoulder, I suggested the name 'Hitokiri Battosai' after a few minutes of consideration, taking into account Shinta's love for the dramatics. With a very serious face, he told me that he loved it.
Laughing, I told him that in turn, I was going to be a swordsman, too, so that one day, we would travel Japan together with Father, like we always wanted.
"Sure!" He had said, grinning. "We'll always be together, then!" I was so sure that we would always be together, just as he said. I had just begun my training to be a swordsman, too, thinking that I would be traveling the whole of Japan with Shinta and Father soon enough.
But all our plans fell to pieces the day I died.
That day, I was tending the fields, waiting for Shinta to come back from his bathroom break. Suddenly, a fat man with fairly expensive robes walked towards me, surrounded by tough-looking men.
"Brat." He said, yellow teeth revealed in an ugly snarl. "Tell me where your brother is." I refused, knowing that they were probably out to kill or terribly hurt Shinta. Opening my mouth to shout for my brother, my yell was cut off by a sword piercing my throat, red trickling down my neck. The fat noble (he had to be one, no one here had the money to pay for that many bodyguards) smirked behind my soon-to-be-murderer.
"Ah ah, none of that. We can't have that wannabe swordsman knowing that something's wrong, can he?" At that point, even through the pain-induced haze that my mind had become, I knew that I was going to die. I wouldn't go down without a fight, though, so I did the only thing I could think of to warn Shinta.
I thrust the scythe I was holding onto the sword in my neck.
*Clang*
It wasn't very loud (hello, dying person here), but Shinta ran out in moments, purple eyes bleeding into gold, just as the man holding the now bloodstained sword yanked it out of me, cursing.
"KAZUKI!" I fell towards the ground, my vision blurring.
"S-or-ry…" I tried to say more, to tell Shinta to keep living, to take care of himself and Father, to be happy for me, anything. But I couldn't, as trying to do so only resulted in small, painful gurgles (I vaguely realized that my little stint with the scythe must have ripped my throat apart into an unrecognizable mess). Kami-sama, it hurt!
Then, everything went black.
A few seconds later, I found myself in a pinkish, murky place that was extremely humid. I swam around, wondering where I was, and how I got there, because wasn't I supposed to be dead? Feeling strangely tired, I fell asleep, ignoring the slight pull at my belly button.
Days later (or was it years? Time passed by so quickly in this place), the place I was residing in suddenly tightened, squeezing me to the point where I couldn't breathe. What was happening to me? At the same time, something was pushing me from behind. I tried to sluggishly propel myself forward with my hands, but I don't think that I succeeded much in that task.
Before I could choke to death, the force from behind me gave one, last, sudden push, this one seeming more forceful than the others, as I suddenly entered a world full of bright lights and sounds that were too loud.
For some reason, I cried, only barely registering someone drying me hurriedly with smooth cloth.
The shouts, yells, and brief splatter of blood were all it took to convince me that something was terribly wrong.
"Madam Squalo! Madam Squalo! MADAM SQUALO!"
A glimpse of silver hair, tainted red.
So, did you like it?
PS: Did anyone get the Rurouni Kenshin reference? If so, did I get Kenshin's real name right? Of not, please tell me!
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