I don't usually do these A/N but I just have to say; I only just posted the first chapter, which honestly was just to see if anyone would be interested in reading it, and 3 reviews plus 5 favs? You guys rock! Since I've literally only started this story, I can't promise a posting schedule. I may end up going back through the chapters to add more but at that point, I'll put another A/N at the top. So, thank you. Seriously. You all made my day!

P.S. Translations will be at the bottom.

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I couldn't say much about the first couple of weeks of my newborn life. I slept for most of it. I mean, everything was blurry. Everything. It gave me such a bad headache when I tried to focus on anything. Not to mention most of the sounds I heard were pretty muffled. I swear I wasn't wearing ear muffs, but I also had no control over my limbs so I couldn't actually check. And there was this feeling that nearly suffocated me whenever someone got too close to me.

Those weren't the only reasons. I really didn't want to be aware when it came time for "feeding" or the diaper changes. Not having control over my own bodily functions sucked. I had blocked that shit out right alongside part about me coming out of my "mother's"... nope. Not even going there. Blocked. It was that easy... Well, not really, but I'm going to distract myself now. Somehow...

Oh. There's that sound again. I still can't see very well, but given what I remember of my time in the- nope, not thinking about it- I'm pretty sure I wasn't the only one there. Meaning I had a sibling. He, or she, was pretty needy. They kept crying. It's rather annoying. My naps kept getting disturbed. Not sure I liked the sibling...

That wasn't the only thing waking me from my naps though. There was this itching. I can't really describe it. It was this moving itch that was just below my skin. With no control over my limbs yet, I couldn't even scratch at it. It was driving me up a wall! I didn't cry though. My 24-year-old mind refused to let me stoop to that level. I couldn't stop my uncomfortable squirming though.

The other thing that kept me up, not waking me up because it wasn't an annoying thing, was this... I'm not even sure what it was. It was almost like warmth. It was something warm that was located close to where the itching sensations were but just below that. Actually, I suppose I can't even say it was something that kept me up. When the itching or my siblings wailing got to be too much, I just focus on the feeling of this warmth and, even if I couldn't get back to sleep, it helped me quiet my thoughts and annoyance.

Back onto my uncontrollable limbs. During the moments I was "aware" I spent a lot of time and energy trying to control those timorous beasties. The sooner I did that, the sooner I could move onto potty training. I realize I'm in the body of an infant. That doesn't make this any easier. How do babies trust so easily? Uh, nevermind. They probably don't have the memories of over two decades stuffed into their heads of just how untrustworthy people are.

Hm. Memories. That was another thing that confused me. This whole reincarnation thing was messed up enough, to begin with. How did I keep my memories? I thought memories were stored in some part of the human brain. However, I'm in a brand new body. That means a brand new brain. Are memories stored in the soul itself? If that's the case, then does that mean the soul is in the human brain? Ugh! I can't think about this now. Time to focus on that warmth.

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Two months. I'm happy to say I have enough control over my body to roll over. My sight and hearing "cleared" up as well. Finally. I wasn't wearing ear muffs, by the way. Turns out that an infants body isn't fully developed even after being born. That answered a lot of questions that I never even thought to ask. The suffocating feeling around others was still present but it seems like my body had adjusted. Still didn't know what it had to adjust to, but I was glad it did.

I huffed as my most recent attempt to push myself to my knees failed... again. If there was anything that made me want to cry, it was the frustration of this failure. I could do it before, I should be able to do it again dammit! Ugh, how did my life get to this?

Oh, yeah. I died. Well, I'm assuming I died. I don't actually remember dying. I just went to bed one night and the next thing I knew was the darkness. Dammit! I know I didn't want to get too old, but there were still things I wanted to do! I wanted to see the world! New Zealand, England, everywhere! It was the reason I was so interested in going into linguistics.

"Kanojo wa naite inai, Shibi. Nanika ga machigatte iru to omoimasu ka?"

That would be the voice of my new mother. Of all the places to be reborn, it had to be Japan. I was fluent in five, six if you include English, different languages. Japanese was not one of them. I mean, I knew a few words. I did watch anime after all. Just not enough to know what the hell my "parents" were saying. I suppose the bright side is that I have a fairly easy time learning languages. I guess it's just how my brain is wired, or however that works.

"Sō wa omowanai. Dōshite? Kanojo wa shizukana kodomo kamo shirenai."

Shizukana? I knew that one! It meant quiet! Ah... That doesn't really help me though. Dang. Oh well. It'll be interesting to see how long it takes me to pick up the language. The mind of an adult with the spongy absorption of a child. Well, time to get back to work on my independence.

Since I don't have the strength to crawl yet, I suppose I'd better work on that first. Baby push ups it is! My arms were already in the right positions. And push! Hey! Look at that! I did it! Well, sorta. I'm actually doing a yoga pose. What was it called again? Upward facing dog? Yeah, I think that was it. Not a proper push-up but until I can get some muscle tone it'll have to do.

And down. Ugh! Okay. I'm probably going to get a bad bruise on my face. Maybe I should try to figure out a different way to work on my arms...

"Anata wa nani o shiyou to shite iru nodesu ka, Shika?" My mother asked as she picked me up.

The sudden change of scenery left me blinking for a moment. Once the world stood still I looked at my mother. Her black hair was short and framed her face. A pair of black goggle-like sunglasses concealed her eyes. All in all, she was rather pretty. Now if only I could get those glasses off her face. Who wears glasses inside anyway? Didn't Dean Winchester say that was a douche thing to do? Anyway, back to getting my hands on those glasses. My "brother" started wailing again. Dammit! I was so close!

"Shino wa watashi o sukide wanai. Dōshite? Kare wa watashi ga kare o daite iru to, itsumo naku."

My mother laughed. "Kare wa anata ni narete inai. Anata wa nagai jikan o sugoshimashita."

Was my father pouting? Were those bugs crawling on his- nope! Deny! DENY!- Denial is a beautiful thing. Everything is great! Nothing is wrong. Nothing at all. There aren't bugs crawling everywhere. It's just a complete coincidence That my father's name is Shibi and my brother's name is Shino. I love denial. Everything is perfect.

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She is not crying, Shibi. Do you think that something is wrong?

I do not think so. Why? She may be a quiet child.

Shika, What are you doing?

Shino does not like me. Why? He always cries when I hold him.

He is not used to you. You are gone often.