Bright Shadows and Dark Lights
Prologue
In which the brightest fires are never snuffed out, but burn in the soul
Ueda Yakiri gave birth on the day she died. Ueda Tahiro grieved his wife's unfortunate departure, yet celebrated the life she gave at the same time. Ueda Yasu mourned the lose of his previous life, and wondered why he was reincarnated in a world unlike any other.
Seriously, why did he not just become a ghost and live out in the Soul Society, at least that would make some sort of universal sense.
The first few months was a world of chaos to the newborn Ashland. He actually didn't gain much awareness until he was about six months old. The world that was just dizzying colors and smells just snapped into place and he inherently understood that he was no longer Ashland, but whatever this body's parents named him. He found he could compartmentalize his two lives - the 28 years as Ashland and the confusing 6 months as whoever he is. (Later on, Ashland would swear that, that is the only reason he was still sane to this day) He searched through his memories, and surprisingly he found no emotional attachment to that life. He didn't miss his parents that he loved dearly, didn't miss his wife, Manami, that was 8 months pregnant, didn't miss his pet parakeet Joey at all. He stared up at the white ceiling of his nursery room, thinking that it was just like looking through Ashland's eyes, but not being Ashland.
"Yasu, my cute little Yasu-chan." A masculine voice carried across the room.
Is Yasu my name? I think I like that name. He barely dwelled on the fact that the voice spoke a weirdly accented Japanese, just relieved that he could understand it at all. Ashland learned Japanese so he could court Manami and because he really liked the language.
"What are you doing up so early?" He shifted his gaze from the ceiling to the face coming alarmingly close to his, rough but gentle hands picking him up. The man had clear silver eyes that seemed to hint a small hint of sadness, a straight nose, pale skin that had a few scars marring the surface, and a really defined jawline. His lips were drawn up into a smile, and the atmosphere around him seemed to sparkle with delight. "Maa~ Daddy'll play with you until you get tired again, Yasu-chan~"
The hell? You sounded very comforting when you weren't holding me, but now you sound like a creep! Oh god, the sparkles, they burn! A man's voice is not suppose to sound so cute! You have a very manly face to boot! I don't understand!
Tahiro was surprised when his son look at him in terror and started screaming. He did not get an ounce of sleep that night, and the neighbors (who also had no sleep) had decided to call it The Night Of The Banshee
Author's Note
Hey there! This is your first time Authoress KuroKyoushu speaking! I would just like to say that while I'm writing this I'm having the hardest time staying on one point of view and tense. That doesn't really surprise me, since I keep changing the way I think about it. First I write in depressingly, then in third person, then I write it with not much dialogue or descriptiveness, then I switch things. I'm just a very indecisive person at heart, I guess. None the less, this was just a prologue, and a test chapter, much more like a preview or something like that. I must admit it's a very disjointed and does not flow like I wanted it to. It's very awkward, but that's what I'm trying to learn to fix.
Fun Fact - I dislike (re: hate) writing, so to improve I decided to dive head first into it.
Kuro-chan outsies~