I'm amazed by how many people have already shown interest when all I had up was the prologue! Whelp, here's the next chapter. In terms of chapter lengths, I don't have a set word count. I just type till I think it's a good place to end a chapter. I hope you guys don't mind. If it helps, I have the plot for this somewhat fleshed out up to the last episode of season 2. I've not seen the movie or S3 yet.

In terms of the Japanese language- we all know that using Google translate is a bust, so I sort of avoided it lol.

Any way, Enjoyx

Chapter 1: Born Anew

When he took his first breath- after his long fall, he could only think to do one thing.

He screamed.

He screamed and screamed until his throat hurt just as much as his chest.

How long he screamed- fuck if he knew, but it felt like an eternity.

No one knows what happens after they die, all the world had were shitty theories made up by philosophical space heads and religious optimists. Oh! And one shouldn't forget the scientific logic that everyone just turned to dirt and some form of organic energy or some shit. He'd never once thought much about it before. Dying was an empty constant he'd vocally pray and plead for in his everyday life- but secretly hoped was way far off down his future timeline.

So, no- he never really figured out his personal belief towards Death and what happened next.

But this?

This has got to be some God damn Supernatural- Voodoo shit.

He shouldn't have been able to wake up- he's supposed to be a pancake!

But in comparison to the crippling agony in his chest and the memory of his last moments in life. All he could do was scream. He vaguely was aware of movement around him. Between those few seconds where he'd heave to catch his breath before his next wail. He's sure he heard voices- but all of it went unnoticed by him as he screamed to the world his heartbreak and pain.

There were rocking motions and then something was being pressed towards his open mouth. He didn't want it and he struggled to fight its intrusion. However he was exhausted- so tired of fighting against the agony so he simply stopped. Whatever was in his mouth was comforting- distracting and it slowly lulled him to sleep.

Not before he managed to hear the mumbling of voices.

O_o-BNHA-o_O

Daichi stared at the bundled form of his new born child and did his best not to get emotional. It was simply a miracle- she was a miracle. He looked to his wife and couldn't help but be in awe at how perfect she looked. Everything about the moment simply felt right for him. As if all his life- all those years of struggling and hardships, were to prepare him for this very moment.

Masaki wasn't aware of his gaze- too enamored by the precious feel of their child in her arms. She was barely aware of anything other than the miracle child they'd managed to create.

"She's perfect." She whispered while lightly caressing the babe's soft cheek.

"She's loud." He countered with extreme bluntness.

The judgement on the nearby nurse's face was blatant, but he cared little for what the woman may think. Masaki let out a laugh in agreement, understanding just how blunt her husband could be. Unlike most people she found his rather straight forward nature to be charming and humorous. Besides, it wasn't like he was wrong.

"It doesn't matter. She could develop an extreme vocal quirk and still be perfect in my eyes."

"Hn."

They fell quiet and simply watched the babe suckle and feed.

If Daichi were to be honest on a very minuscule scale, he was disappointed. He'd been hoping very much for a son- while Masaki had been dead set praying for a daughter. He tried his best to battle the small amount of disappointment he felt. Ashamed that he would feel such a way when it was very obvious his wife was so happy.

"What should we name her?" Masaki whispered with an excited beam.

Daichi stayed quiet, well aware that his wife was mostly speaking to herself. He listened as she distractedly listed name after name. He made sure to stay quiet through all the suggested names- knowing his silence would be enough to indicate his thoughts. Just as she was about to suggest the name Tsuki- he interfered.

"Wait. Repeat the one before that." He softly ordered

"Hm Narumi?"

He shook his head, and made sure to meet her questioning gaze.

"Before that."

"Oh! Natsumi?"

"Hn."

Masaki seemed to melt at his confirmation and she brightened even more. They both turned and looked at the child in her arms. He felt his lips curl upwards with idle pride and heard his wife whisper the name into the babe's ear.

"I think Natsumi is perfect. Natsumi Kurosaki, our beautiful summer baby."

As the babe's suckling began to taper off and it fell under sleep's spell. The two new parent's simply watched. Unaware of just how special their new-born daughter truly was, or the plans fate had for her future.

O_o-BNHA-o_O

After his first initial awakening, time was hard to keep track off. Most often he found himself falling into fits of screaming and sleeping. During those rare moments he'd manage to stay quiet and awake for longer than a few minutes, he discovered two constants about his situation. There was always a woman and a man. The two never left him alone and sometimes in his most irrational mood, he quite enjoyed cussing them out.

Not like they understood any of the shit he screamed at them.

Only by the third week did he realize just what had happened.

Rebirth! As in reincarnation!? What the actual fuck!?

For the Kurosaki household, that week had been a truly exhausting week. If he wasn't still reeling from the shock of his death and the truth of his rebirth, he would have felt bad. Alas, he couldn't give too shits about the young parents as they weren't suffering through the same hell he was.

"Natsumi- chan!" his new mother begged as he screamed late into the night.

FUCK IT LADY YOU DON'T GET WHAT I'M FEELING!

Another annoying realization was the fact he could not understand what his new parents constantly garbled in his ears. It took him four days to figure out they were speaking Japanese and as a person fluent in only one language, he understood none of it. The rather upbeat and quickly spoken dialect was nothing like English and in his less than pleasant mood- it only added to his screaming.

Just as it was looking to be another sleepless night for the Kurosaki household, he found himself roughly passed into the arms of his new father. He was only vaguely aware of his new mother snapping something out in frustration before she stormed out of the room. He'd been well prepared to continue screaming, only to freeze at the man's deeply stern call of his name.

"Natsu."

In truth he only shut up out of shock.

Like what the hell!?

Who talks to a baby like that!?

The man said something that- thanks to his anime phase in his teen years- he understood to be something about his mother. He didn't stop crying but he did stop screaming as he thought on what the man could possibly be scolding him for. It slowly dawned on him that his father probably intervened for his mother's sake.

Okay, fine, maybe he was being a dick to his new mom.

As far as he's noticed, he's an only child- which means he must be their first kid.

He was being a total ass by not letting them sleep through the night.

It took a lot of effort but he managed to calm enough till he was simply sulking with the occasional sniffle. His new father had stopped holding him outwards like he was diseased and instead brought him close into a very warm snuggle. The man was mumbling things to him- shit he seriously could not understand- but just the rumbling of his rather deep voice was comforting. He'd not felt so safe in such a long time, even when he'd been with Jonathan. It was both weird and comforting to be the one cared for rather than the other way round.

Just as he was on the verge of giving in to the call of sleep, he heard his new mother re-enter the room. He forced himself to open his eyes and properly look at the woman. While his new parent's exchanged words he studied their appearance.

He'd never had parents before- he'd spent most of his life going from foster home to foster home. After he'd turned 8 he stopped hoping to ever have any. It was a real fucking shame he never got to find out why the hell he never got adopted but shit what's a guy to do when he's dead and reborn.

"Masaki," his new father named.

He'd come to understand that his father was Daichi Kurosaki and his mother was Masaki. He'd at first thought the two had Kurosaki for their first names and had been confused as shit. Of course logic than kicked in and he remembered that the Japanese had the last names before the given.

He'd had a bit of a hysterical panic attack, horribly thinking he'd been reborn into Bleach. However he'd managed to calm himself when he remembered that Ichigo's dad was named Isshin.

Sure dodged a bullet with that shit.

Though in a way it would make a little more sense if he'd ended up in the Soul society or some shit considering he fucking died.

"….Neh Natsumi-chan?" his new mother cooed.

Which caused him to frustratingly whine out about another matter.

Just what the fuck was his name!?

His new mother always cooed and sung to him, calling him Natsumi all the while. On the other hand, his father always called him Natsu. As far as he knew one name was used for males and the other female.

"*Japanese words he doesn't know* Natsu-chan *more Japanese words he doesn't know*"

"Natsumi-chan *Japanese Japanese Japanese* Neh? Natsu- *Japanese Japanese Japanese* Daichi!"

From what he could tell. He's at least 89% sure that his new parents were arguing over his name. From the looks of it, his mother seemed real irritated with his father. As they argued he found his tiny little baby fist moving closer to his mouth. Without any real thought he tried gnawing on the thing and- Wow, why was it so freaking fascinating!?

"Hn."

At the very Uchiha-esque response, he promptly abandoned his attempt at eating himself and stared at his new father. The sudden silence in the room only added to the rather drama like moment. Looking over to his mother he saw how her cheeks turned a very bright ruby red and found himself opening his mouth and drooling slobber.

No fucking way.

His mom speaks Uchiha!

Before he could continue drooling, his new father held him out towards his mother like he was a fucking plush toy and drolly repeated his (possible) name.

"Natsu-chan. Kūfuku."

As his new mother huffed and [he assumed] glared at his father, he couldn't stop the weird oohing sound that escaped his tiny self. The minute it left his mouth, his mother had taken him into her hold and was cooing ridiculously at him. He couldn't help but feel impressed with his father.

The man fucking used him as a weapon against his wife.

What a pro.

He found himself being cradled again in his mother's arms. Behind her, his new father rested his chin on her shoulder and they both peered down at him. On one hand- he found it creepy as shit, on the other… After all the screaming, it was kind of nice. He'd never been cradled and most of his relationship with Jonathan was spent with him being the hug giver not the receiver. He'd also never been the little spoon.

However right now, being cradled and blatantly adored by his new parents.

It all felt really nice.

He could feel his eyes growing heavy again due to the warmth and gentle rocking. The soft cooing voice of his mother singing to him wasn't bad either. He found himself wanting to cry again for a different reason.

He'd never known just how much he'd been missing in his life.

But of course, he had to die in order to experience it all.

Fuck you universe!

Just as he was ready to give in to sleeps spell once more. The freakiest as fucking shit happened. His new mother let out a delighted cheer and her hair changed from its honey blonde half do into PINK CURLS! While his eyes slammed wide open and his tiny body stiffened in absolute fear, his father then muttered something.

There was a gleam in his old man's eyes, one that could possibly be read as intrigued. It should have been the first clue that some more freaky crap was going to go down. However he couldn't feel anything other than pure unadulterated shock and what felt like the creeping sensation of terror. So when his father brought forward his hand and opened his palm, and swirling small specks of sand the exact color of his new dad's hair, appeared and began to dance.

You bet your fucking shit he screamed.

O_o-BNHA-o_O

As their child started to scream all over again. Masaki immediately held the babe closer and desperately tried to hush the child once more. Daichi could only watch the screaming little thing and muse on the probability that the kid already developed their quirk. Although logically, it shouldn't be possible for the babe to develop a voice quirk seeing as no one in either of their families had a quirk like that.

"DAICHI! You scared her again!" Masaki hysterically yelped with panic.

"Hm….. I think it was your quirk that started it." He countered with a casual shrug.

But of course, his lovely wife chose to ignore his response and try and comfort the screaming bundle a little louder. The little thing was screaming and squirming, almost as if they were trying to run away. As Masaki struggled with the child, he opted instead to grab the easy click Polaroid camera.

With a quick flash and loud snap- the moment had been immortalized forever.

"DAICHI!" Masaki screeched with frustration.

He felt the corner of his lips twitch as he started to fan the picture. By the time the picture had developed, their precious little [nightmare] miracle had recovered from their shock and began to wail again. He idly looked over the picture and smirked at the chaos captured.

"If she chooses to become a hero her name should definitely be Banshee- the screaming hero." he muttered.

Just for a second, he wondered if the babe could understand that he was teasing her. He swore that those little eyes had narrowed in his direction before they'd open their mouth and screamed even louder with vengeance.

"DAICHI! STOP TEASING HER!"

"Hn…"

Kūfuku: apparently should mean Hungry.

If I'm wrong please let me know.

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