AN: My first fic, please be kind.
Ba Dum.
So the Buddhists were right. Nice! Reincarnation, I wonder who I am going to be. I remember the stories mum used to tell me about; from back whe she was a kid in her tiny village by the sea. Mum used to make a big deal of being a country girl. According to her, babies remembered their past lives when they were born but then their memories cloud over as their new life starts. That's why babies eyes are blue when they are born and then change.
I remember thinking about that while I lay dying.
Ba Dum.
I remember grabbing the kid, I think it was an arm, couldn't see much. I'd managed to brake in time, but she hadn't. I had the kid out, when the lampost fell.
I could hear the paramedic saying "Stay with me, stay with me, you are going to be alright."
But I knew I wasn't. I couldn't feel my legs, and I could smell the blood, even if I couldn't see it. I could hear a woman's voice in the distance sobbing. "Thank you."
It didn't hurt, and I had time to think. I wondered what would happen next. I never really believed anything. I was vaguely spiritual I guess, some of what mum said stuck. Not the religion, the stories. Beyond that, there was a smattering of philosophy I read to sound cool at parties.
I was ok with dying actually. Mum and Dad were gone. Sister had her hands full juggling three babies, one man sized and and two child sized. Most of my friends had moved on, and remarriage was clearly what our relationship needed; and this was a good way to go. Come on! If there was anyone counting out there, this had to count for a lot of points. I would have smiled if I could have.
Ba Dum.
Do you know what the most beautiful sound in the world is; your mother's heartbeat. It filled my world, as I floated. I occasionally heard muffed sounds, and sometimes, singing. I thought about the life I left behind, it wasn't bad, there were definitely some great times and some great people, and I wasn't terrible, I hadn't done anything truly wrong. Ok should have been nicer to people, less of a smartarse. But I was ready to let it go, I had a good run but it was time to move on, and the sound helped me move on. I wondered what my new life would be like, I could feel the time was coming, there was a need to move, to start.
Ba Dum.
Ok, it was almost over, just once more. Being born is a little like being stuck in a slip'n'slide on a sunny afternoon, something you intend to forget just as soon as it is over.
Right, its time, here we go!
ba dum.
'Hello world!'
I can feel myself being lifted up,
" I give you Sasuke Uchiha!"
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WHAT!?