A/N: Hey ya'll! Here's my second, and hopefully better, attempt at this story. Give it a shot, huh?

Summary: In the after "after-life", Yui is reincarnated as who she was in her first life. She doesn't remember anything from her time with the Battlefront or her first life, just like everyone else involved. She can play soccer, baseball, guitar, sing, and wrestle. All of which she doesn't do well. She was never involved in a car accident and is starting her first day of high school in pursuit of eventually joining Girls Dead Monster, whom she saw first perform at their middle school.

Set in a time where Yui is the only first year and everyone else previously in the Battlefront are second years. The school system is also the Japanese way. So hooray for starting school in the middle of spring!

'This means a dream. Just like in my first attempt, it is told from Yui's point of view.' Other than that, everything is in third person limited. Obviously, Yui is narrating. But it's actually me.

Rated T for my obsession with these characters swearing.

Here goes nothing.

Prologue: Just a Dream?

'I first met him when I was 5. It was the beginning of summer vacation. He moved into the house that had been built over the past few months. It was small, but comfortable. I liked it better than my own house, which was about the same size.

I can't remember what he looked like other than the fact that he was shorter than me and had strange blue hair. Not that I can say much because mine's pink... He lived alone with his dad, who he played baseball with year round. I didn't interact with him at first because to the 5 year old me, he was just some brat who was horrible at baseball.

About a week after he moved in was when our friendship began.

He was out in his small backyard playing catch with his dad. I could hear his dad saying encouraging words to him through the window. Back then, I thought they were both really loud and obnoxious people who were wasting away my relaxing summer days. They were supposed to be relaxing, anyway.

Apparently, he had thrown the ball too far and too fast. One moment I was lying on my bed, bored out of my mind – not to mention sick of all the yelling – the next I was crouched on the opposite side of the window screaming for my mom.

He broke my window. I was screeching about that stupid neighbor boy when my mom rushed in and told to take a deep breath and calm down. I ran out of the room while mom picked up the broken glass. Sprinted to the backyard, I jumped the conveniently short fence.

I can't remember what I even said but I was yelling at the boy's house and cursing my fate in having a rude neighbor like him.

I wasn't out there long before mom dragged me back inside and tried to make me apologize for badmouthing him. I protested that he was the one who chucked his baseball into my window and it wasn't my fault and that he deserved some sort of punishment. In the middle of our argument, the subjects of our bantering rang the doorbell.

Mom let them come in. He looked really uncomfortable whereas I just crossed my arms and waited impatiently. His dad patted him on the back and seemed to urge him to say something.

He said he was really sorry for breaking my window and that it wouldn't happen again. I questioned that statement but gave in anyway and accepted his apology, what with all the death glares mom was sending my way.

The next day, I was playing with this small guitar my mom bought me to commemorate me entering kindergarten in April. I was in the process of thinking over the lecture mom gave me the previous night on how I should make friends with him when I noticed a baseball was heading straight for me. Instinctively, I shielded my guitar and ducked. But the impact never came. When I opened my eyes, there he was; holding the baseball with his gloved left hand, hovering a mere inch from my head.

He started rejoicing and dancing and yelling to the whole neighborhood that he caught the ball. In the process of his romping around, he hit me in the head with his mitt. He immediately apologized over and over again for accidentally smacking me upside the head.

I was about to scold him and remind him of yesterday's events when I decided he wasn't such a bad guy after all. But he wasn't a good guy either. He had broken my window and apologized. He caught the baseball hurtling at me, but damaged my head. But he apologized for that too.

I decided to forgive him for the time being and brought him in to play instead. We drank lemonade and talked. He loved baseball more than any other sport but he can't play very well, obviously. His mom abandoned him when he was two. He's a year older than me. We share the same birthday. He'll be starting the first grade when summer's over so I won't see him except for at home. And so on. He was kind of a rambler, but that's what I liked about him. We could talk for days and never get bored.

Since that day, he came over periodically and we ran around outside or talked or read to each other. I sometimes went over to his house because I liked the atmosphere and how it was just the right size for them. Whenever we were together, which was a lot, mom snapped pictures and squealed about how cute we would be if we got married. I told her to stop fawning over us and that we were good acquaintances. She snorted at that and resumed her own activities.

By the time summer was over, we had to go our separate ways in the morning. We had gotten so attached to each other that on the first day back at school, we wouldn't separate. In the end, mom pulled me in the direction of the kindergarten and his dad tugged him in the opposite direction to the elementary school. I sulked the entire day and refused to do any assignments.

When I was at the gateway of the kindergarten, he was there waiting for me. I instantly tackled him and told him how horrible the day had been and that I couldn't wait until I entered the elementary.

And so the days went on like this. We spent so much time together and made so many memories. On winter holidays, we built gingerbread houses and ate so much candy we could do nothing but lie on the ground. On New Year's, we went to the shrine and asked for another great year. On spring break, we went to watch the cherry blossom trees and run around in all the falling petals. As for summer, we always went to the beach and made sand castles and buried ourselves and splashed each other in the waves.

This went on for three years. I wished it could have gone on like this forever, but all things come to an end.

It was the week before winter break. I was in my second year of elementary, he was in his third. That day was our birthday. I was turning 8 and he was turning 9. I was walking home together with him with his birthday present in my hand. I had acquired it that day after months of trying to get my hands on it. I saved up all my allowance and bought it from a fellow classmate.

He seemed off that day. I was humming happily but he was silent and his eyes were downcast. I ignored it at the time.

When we got to my house, I could smell our birthday dinner mom was cooking. His dad was over, helping mom. That night, we ate and laughed. I smugly gave him his present and told him he should be grateful. I had gotten him a baseball signed by none other than his favorite player. He was so excited and I was glad to see his mood had lifted. He hugged me and told me he'd treasure it forever.

His gift to me left me in the same state. It was a charm bracelet with guitar, microphone, drum, and speaker charms. It probably didn't seem like much, but he had made the entire thing by hand. He started it last year when I could do nothing but babble on about how much I loved rock music and that one day I would be a rock star.

I kept hugging him when he left to go back to his house. I hugged him so many times that mom had to hold me to her so I wouldn't run out the door just to hug him once more. I fell asleep listening to the soft jingle of my charm bracelet.

The next day, I went to visit him at his classroom during lunch. I noticed a banner at the front of the room. What caught me off guard was that it said, We'll Miss You! Goodbye!

I entered and questioned him about it. He said he was moving after school that day. I was so shocked that I couldn't move. When some minutes passed, I kept asking him if it was true. Was he really going to leave me? How could he do this to me? Why are you moving?

He just looked at me sadly. I ran out and ditched school for the rest of the day so no one could see me crying.

When I reached the entrance to my house, my eyes were puffy and my cheeks were tear-stained. He was sitting on the front steps waiting for me. There was a moving truck outside and his dad was driving it.

I begged him to stay with me, to at least stay until I was mentally prepared to watch him leave. He stood up and hugged me for the last time. My heart broke. I hugged him back to all I was worth then shoved him aside and ran as fast as I could to my room. In my haste, I bumped into my mom going outside to say her goodbyes.

Goodbye… I just couldn't say it. I sobbed for what seemed like hours. I couldn't think. I couldn't speak. I couldn't feel. All I could do was cry.'

An annoying beeping sound is what brought her back to reality. A girl with pink bubble gum hair, and the eyes to match, slammed her hand on the snooze button. She was so not ready to get out of bed.

"Nngh…is it time already?" She murmured.

She cracked open an eye and peeked out from under the warmth of her covers. The neon numbers glared 7:45 AM back at her.

School starts at 8:30. It takes half an hour to get ready. It takes 10 minutes to make and eat something. It's a 15 minute walk to the high school… The girl thought. Suddenly, she jumped out of bed.

"Aw shit! I'm gonna be late on my first day!" She scrambled to put on her uniform, all the while cussing out her 'damned uniform and its damned layers'.

She tied maroon ribbons into her quickly brushed hair. She hastily put on her black choker and bolted downstairs. Screw breakfast, she could eat someone else's food on the way. She slipped on her other accessories and shoved on her black boots.

Giving herself a once over in the mirror, she deemed herself presentable. She then promptly sprinted out the door, almost tripping over a dirty round object in her haste.

A/N: And there you have the prologue. Forgive me if it's still short, but I can't help it. I'm not practiced in the art of lengthy stories, if you've read my multiple oneshots. I'm contemplating taking some of those monstrosities down as well…

Any who, I hope you'll like this one better than the first! The next chapter will be up when I actually feel like writing more. Writing just this has made me exhausted.

P.S. Sorry about the birthday thing. It doesn't say when their birthdays are so I had to make that up. I also have to make up Yui's last name because that isn't given either. I'll go into more detail about that dream in later chapters.

Thanks for reading!