A/N Surprise! Read and review, don't forget to enjoy! These warping into another body fan fictions are getting popular.
If I fall. Would this all be over?
Did I die?
Fine, weird question. But where am I? The blinding dazzling light. Someone holding my hand. Beeping. What happened?
I see nothing but white.
Who am I again? All I know is that I was slowly dying. Disease. My mother coming straight from work to wherever I was to hold my hand. I don't remember a thing. I don't remember her.
My brother? I think. I could see him sometimes sweaty, sometimes not. Sports? He would pretend to cry, but when I asked him, her would laugh sadly and say "No! Men don't cry!"
I think I always scoffed at that, but in the end I just smiled sadly. Or what did I do?
Air raced past me, my mouth opened to scream. No sound? Just me with my mouth open looking stupid. White was disappearing, black enclosed me.
'Great, so I'm in hell?' I attempted to upright myself. (Tried.) Faster and faster the air swirled around me. Falling awkwardly, I shut my eyes, and fell into water.
What the hell?
Gasping for air and using the bits of swimming I knew, I floated to the top and crawled my way to shore. The sand stuck to my legs and arms as I sat breathing hard, staring at my toes. The wet flimsy cloth of a hospital gown stuck to me, and for once in my life, I was glad I was flat as a board.
Still. Where am I? Who am I? Am I dead? Questions swarmed my head, and I pushed them aside. Who was my family? The memories, once so close, were gone, who were they? They loved me right? They must be sad huh?
Weariness took over. (Hey, I'm sure dying is not easy.) And I lay down to shut my eyes wishing this dream away. This terrible horrible nightmare.
Darkness.
I woke up soon after in what seemed to me a bed. You know, because it was fluffy and stuff.
Pushing back the covers and crawling back slowly, the bleariness of sleep wore away, and I saw that I was in a small, unfurnished room. Voices could be heard from the worn wooden door closing me off from them. Leaning, I pressed my ear against the door to catch a few words.
World… Dead… Insert… Daughter… Help…
Safe to say that made no sense.
Creaking opening the door I stepped onto the cold tile floor as I looked to the two people muttering in front of me. They didn't look like angels. Or devils. So I didn't go to hell?
"Oh you're awake."
A small shriek escaped my mouth as the woman turned my way. I stuttered smiling nervously praying that this wouldn't get me kicked out into hell.
"Yo- I mean Hi…" I cut off my talk and straightened in front of the woman who smiled kindly, like the kind a grandmother would.
"Do your job Bob."
Bob? I turned to what seemed like a small boy, who had a beard.
No no no. This is not making sense.
"Sorry kiddo."
The kid himself said, and he sprinkled some dust over me (pixie dust!) and the two slowly disappeared.
I am not confused. I am way beyond it by this point.
Falling again? A scroll was clutched in my hand and I opened it scanning over the fancy script.
Dear Miss.
You are eligible for reincarnation! We are sending you to the world of what seems to be your favorite anime. Katekyo Hitman Reborn or something like that.
You will be reborn and stuck into the daughter of a mafia boss. Your objective is to protect the story from any fiddlers who feel like screwing up a plot.
We wish you the greatest good luck!
From, the ASR.
I think I'm about to die. Oh wait, I'm ALREADY DEAD.
Don't I just have such good luck?
"It's a girl! A girl!" The soft darkness and warmth from me fall was gone, and I could see was bright shiny lights. I groaned in protest, but it came out as more of a wail.
"A beautiful baby girl!" Water was being splashed on me as I scooted around to avoid it.
No. Don't tell me.
"Waaahhhh!" I whined, the letters contents hitting my brain as the poor nurse tried to wrestle me, twisting around and kicking at my unlucky fate. I don't want to be in a mafia! I want to go back to my…
Except I don't know them. That might be why I can't see them.
So I was just born! I see why babies cry and mothers scream. Note to self: Adopt.
Everything else was all a blur for the next few months. I found out from my baby's point of understanding, that my name was Kiyomi, which is strange since I'm in Italy? Until I saw that my mother was Japanese.
Two, my family. The Nuvola. They were a pretty big mafia family, and my dad was a good friend of the ninth boss, which I suppose made us allies?
Three, being a baby sucked.
You couldn't do anything! Want the book from the top shelf? Cry. Hungry? Cry. Tired? Cry. You get the point. I just had to wait until I learned to walk to take care of myself.
I was an odd baby too. I had this weird mop of pink hair (unknown origin) and had dull blue eyes. For a baby though, I apparently didn't 'goo!' enough, and my parents took me to the doctor three times to see if I was mute. It sent my dignity out the window.
So all I had to do is grow up, and then I could deal with the problems of the future.
Let me tell you kids, and adults. Growing up is one hell of a job. And the adventures of my childhood were just the beginning.
The faces were blank. My mind blank. Who was I again? Oh right. Nobody.
A/N: Yay! I should've made it longer… R&R! Pairings are undetermined as of now, if she's gonna be paired with anyone. ^^ I'll let the viewers choose.