Summary: I died in a simplistic and careless way, and instead of going to Heaven where I should be going, I ended up reincarnated as...Hibari Kyoya's younger brother? Slight! AU SI! OC

With frantic breathing, my eyes shot open to see a dark place with the only light coming from a gigantic double doors that looked like it came from a cliche movie. Unable to recall anything, I could only move towards the door which seemed to be the only way out of this weird place.

"If this is a prank, I'm going to murder someone," I muttered underneath my breath as I moved closer towards the doors. Before I could step to the other side, a hand pushed me back to the dark room.

"If you do that, you won't be able to enter."

"I was just joking," I stared up at the hooded figure before me. No matter which angle I looked from, I couldn't see his face. "Enter what?"

"Heaven, of course," The figure said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Heaven?

Oh.

I died.

When I imagined dying, I imagined living until I was old and merely died of old age, or maybe I caught an illness that led me to my death. What i didn't expect, was dying at the age of 21 and indirectly caused it myself.

I wasn't anything special. A simple young adult with a love for programming and anime and maintained somewhat good grades. And one day, I woke up and realised I was running late to a job interview. In a panic, when I was crossing a road, I failed to check for cars and just ran across the street like an idiot, and as expected of a reckless person, I got hit by a car.

Needless to say, I died.

Well, I certainly deserved dying. What I couldn't understand was why there was someone blocking my way into Heaven.

"Why can't I go to Heaven?" I questioned the hooded figure and glared at where his face was supposed to be.

"Your role in life has not been fulfilled. Find your place, and we shall meet again."

Before I could even protest and ask what he meant, the world went dark.


I was so confused.

First, I died and woke up in a strange place. I got denied access into the so-called paradise called Heaven, and then I woke up in the arms of a woman.

Judging from the surroundings, she was most likely a nurse. That didn't explain why I was being carried in her arms and down a hallway passing by several hospital rooms. How in the world was she able to carry a fully grown man like me? I wasn't in the tall side, but I sure as hell couldn't be carried in her arms comfortably.

Everything looked bigger than normal and I wondered if it was just hallucinations or a weird dream.

I tried to speak up to the nurse, but instead of my usual voice, warbles and grunts sounded out.

What?

I tried to speak again, but I only heard the warbles of babies. The nurse seemed to hear it and looked down and me. She opened her mouth and I expected answers to why I was being carried in her arms.

I grew even more confused when foreign language spewed out from her mouth and I gave her a blank look. It sounded like Japanese, but that was completely impossible. I lived in a country where English was the main language, so how could I be somewhere where people spoke Japanese?

I tuned out the nurse's Japanese talking and tried to listen to other people, hoping to hear English.

More Japanese.

I groaned and tried to move, feeling my head being unusually heavy and my arms shorter than usual. The nurse entered a room and I saw a black-haired woman lying on the hospital bed, a soft smile on her face as she saw the nurse. The nurse handed me to her easily and I gave a glare to the nurse in irritation. What was happening? Why was everyone speaking Japanese?

Suddenly, everything just clicked into place.

It took me long to figure out, but I finally knew what happened.

I got reborned, into a baby. I was just given birth to, at a hospital in Japan. I really died, and it wasn't just a dream that I passed away.

Staring up at the eyes of what I presume to be my mother, I couldn't help but find her familiar when I saw her grey eyes looking down at me. Her eyes were rather pretty...

The nurse politely bowed and exited the room and my 'mother' spoke to me. I couldn't understand what she was saying, frustrated at the language barrier. If I was really going to live in Japan, I needed to learn the language quick and fast.

I turned to the door when it opened, and a tall man entered. Trailing not far behind him was a short child who looked no older than one year old. The child had black hair as well and when he stared at me, I was rather intimidated by the steel grey eyes.

Why was a one year old kid scaring me?

He too, looked familiar. Almost like Hibari Kyoya, from an anime I had watched.

Wait.

I look back at my current mother. Black hair, grey eyes. Oddly familiar.

I looked back at the child. Black hair, grey eyes that look like they want to kill you. Very familiar.

Being reborn into a baby, I could handle that. Being reborn into an alternate universe?

There was no way that child is Hibari Kyoya. It was just a coincidence...

"Kyoya-..." The man spoke and my eyes widened. Kyoya? Kyoya...?

Was I born, as the younger brother of Hibari Kyoya?

Overwhelmed by this, yet having no way to vent my frustration. I did one thing-

I cried.


Well, I'm not sure if I would continue this haha. Some feedback?