Chapter 1: Sam Wants a Refund on This Whole Reincarnation Deal

When Sam first met her twin brother she cried. Well, she cried about a lot of things seeing as she was a 18 year old stuck in a baby's body. What made this different was the fact that her twin looked exactly like her nephew. The resemblance was uncanny. It ripped open the wound that she was trying so desperately to heal. She had to keep reminding herself that this baby boy was not her little bambino. He was not the little baby that would use her body as a jungle gym. He was also not the same kid that she taught manners to, and was not the same child that stole her heart when he called her mama.

No, this wasn't the same kid. But the little brat had wormed himself into her heart a little more every time he would curl up into her back, or smile and grip her hand tight. She could feel the same emotions that she felt for her older brother begin to bloom, only they were more protective. This blond little brat was her little brother, now. That meant he was family, and if there was one thing that Sam put above everything it was family. He'd probably have to be protected too if what she saw with their non-existent parents behavior held true.

She'd only seen the sour faced woman and the mustache clad man 4 times since she had awakened as a baby. Sam started to count the days as she laid in her crib and stared at the pristine white walls of the nursery she shared with her little brother. There wasn't much to do. The women who came in periodically, that dressed in a uniform, she could safely assume were the nannies. The nannies would feed them, bathe them, change them (the less said about that the better), and would coo at them.

The people she assumed were her parents were called master and mistress respectfully by the women in the uniform. So she was almost positive that they were her parents. Not that they would be very parent-like by the look of it. They would rather have the help care for their children than do it themselves. They also had quite a bit of wealth seeing as they could afford multiple nannies, and the fact the crib that she laid in was gilded. She could hawk this thing for at least two thousand euro.

In the span of 5 months, she had only seen her assumed parents 4 times. That wasn't a good start, and she would be damned before they hurt her new little brother. Sam knew just how much having an absent parent hurt. Sam couldn't fix everything, she couldn't be a parent when she was the same age as her brother. That would be unfair and awkward for the both of them. But she could be a loving bigger sister who raised hell at every presumed slight to him. She could rebel at the very thought of calling them parents. There were a lot of things that could be done to make sure Sabo knew that the way they were parenting wasn't normal.

It was a struggle for Sam in her last life to understand that her mother was more concerned about her addiction than the care for her children. There was still a lot of resentment that stewed inside of Sam. There was also a lot of anger that she and her brother ended up in the mafia because her mother was so sick. But Sam had decided to put a lock on those emotions until she got a gun and could use some destructive therapy. In fact, Sam had eyed the sour-faced woman's china cabinet one of the few times she was taken out of the nursery. The shattering sound it would all make would be magnificent.

Sam was pulled from her destructive thoughts when her hand started being gummed to death by her little brother. He always knew when she was off in her own world. Sam wonders if it's a twin thing that people always talk about. It was possible, Sam always knows when Sabo is unhappy, or restless. He usually calmed down when she held his hand or rolled into his side.

Sam tugged lightly to get her hand back from Sabo's mouth. She also shot him a look to let him know that she was not, in fact, a teething toy to be used at his leisure. Sam swears the little brat understands her if the grumpy pout that pulls at his lips is anything to go by. Sam rolls over on her stomach to try and stretch her back muscles. She should be able to sit up and crawl in a couple of weeks. She estimates their ages at somewhere between 5 to 7 months. This is mostly from the amount of time she's kept track of, but it's not exact because those first couple weeks upon waking all she could do is grieve.

Now, she decides that she will live for her old family and new younger brother. Samantha isn't a quitter, she would have ripped her nephew a new one if he ever thought quitting on life was the best option. No, to survive is to go further and further no matter what the cost. Sam was kind of tired of just surviving though, she actually wanted to enjoy life this go around. It was a lesson her older brother had tried to teach her, but she was so stubborn and full of pride that she never listened.

Sam is distracted once again when the clop of high-heels and well polished shoes echoes through the nursery. The couple that she assumes are her parents enter the room. They looked so very uncomfortable, and she wonders how the woman gave birth to twins and still had no idea how to deal with babies. Then she remembers that this was the same woman that left all the responsibilities to the nannies.

Sam doesn't like the analyzing look they were giving her. It was like she was a type of specimen. She could remember getting the same look when she had to make a product run to a local whore house. The men just looking at her with dollar signs in their eyes. After that Sam started cutting her hair short and binding her chest. Like hell she would become part of some human trafficking ring. It looked like being a hellraiser was the best option in this situation. The man with the mustache is the first to break the silence that fell over the nursery.

"Well, darling? What should we plan for their future. I can see Samantha easily catching the eye of a royal with that light blonde hair of her's and those bright blue eyes. I'm sure we can fetch a high price for a marriage contract. Sabo would do well with another noble, it will extend our political reach if we choose wisely." Sam narrows her eyes and doesn't like what this conversation was implying. Does this man think that she is some object he can hawk to the highest bidder? Just what type of parent is this man? Who comes into a baby's room and starts talking about how much to sell their children off for?

"Yes, if we can set Samantha up with a royal we'll be the talk of Goa Kingdom! Perhaps, we could even try for a contract with a Celestial Dragon! The Outlook name would be known around the world!" The woman squeals in a pitch just short of ear shattering.

Sam's mind short circuits as it makes a ridiculous connection. The words Goa Kingdom, Celestial Dragon, and Outlook flash in her mind mockingly. It would be foolish to assume that somehow she found herself reborn into an anime, right? It would be silly that she, Samantha DiAngelo, would find herself in a fictional world with fictional characters. Yet, here she was with a brother named Sabo, located in the kingdom of Goa, with Outlook as her father, and her parents wanting to sell her to a Celestial Dragon.

Sam can feel her eye twitching as the man and woman continue to self-congratulate themselves on how smart they were to come up with such a future for their children. They keep using terms that would only make sense if she was, in fact, in an anime or manga. She wants them to shut their fat mouths so she can think. Or at least not to drown herself in the tears that want to fall at the thought that the little boy next to her might very well die if she's not careful.

This would take time to digest and to come to terms with. It was an unforeseen curve ball that had just been thrown at her. She needed plans, and some back up plans for those plans, and a follow up C, D, E, and F if those plans went wrong. Sam couldn't lose the kid that reminded her so much of Ignazio. It would be like failing him twice. Even though she understood the difference between the two boys, there was still the mixed motherly feelings from her time spent with Ignazio and the sisterly feelings she was starting to carry for Sabo.

The fact that she would have to be as good as Fire Fist Ace and Prospective King of the Pirates Monkey D. Luffy- Well that would sink in with time. She was a fighter in her last life, she could easily be a fighter in this life. Especially if it meant life or death for her little brother.

A/N: Chapter 2: The Not so Proper Heiress