Two-step
Ages 5-10
Kiara- age 5 (1981)
I was about to question if what seemed like a century was all a dream. The most craziest things come from dreams, I had a nightmare about being held back a grade in middle school. That dream felt real because the feelings of turmoil, anxiety, shame, and self loathing felt real. I felt like it was actually happening.
Until I woke up, then it seems like joke in hindsight.
When I was talking to mysterious entity, my body was mangled to a terrifying degree. It's was insulting to call it "functional" as I couldn't feel or react properly. It's only purpose was to apparently to "hold my soul in place".
I find myself just barely cracking my eyes open hoping that I wouldn't meet face to face with what could easily be my end.
"mmmpphhh…" Is what I managed to moan out. I haven't been conscious in this body for long much less roam in it. My head was killing me with a headache, Any hope that this is a dream or a hoax is gone. This is Kiara's body I'm sure: with her short limbs, petite body frame, and baby fat.
I felt with my stolen body hands, soft material was underneath me. In fact it was supporting me.
I was on a bed, and inside a house.
I waited for my eyes to adjust from a blurry vision with limited colors to something I could actually make out.
I now find myself in a room, a disgustingly baby pink room with complementing white colors. I didn't hate the color pink, it aint a fan favorite either. It's just that too much of it in one area makes me puke just looking at it. Other than that it was fit for a disney princess. The bed and overall size of the room was way too spacious for just a little kid. I had a ample amount of toys packed away in a fancy sakura themed box seat, there was a pink dresser with a mirror that had mini LED lights.
Before I could finish admiring what might be my room I heard the door creak.
"Oh lady Kiara! Your awake, I was worried that the collision had harmed you! Are you okay?"
A grown woman with long black hair and green eyes came in with a concerned tone. She was in a french maid costume, it was conservative with the dress reaching pass her knees and sleeves her wrists. With how she addresses me with respect I assume I am recognized member of the family.
Great, there's people Kiara got to know before she died, I should've been reincarnated younger!" I thought. But before I could panic any longer the brain memory hit me.
Kiara's brain responded to this woman's occurrence and suddenly the stranger became an open book.
Mai Shunji age: 28 bio: one of the head maids at the Takayama residence and occasionally checks in on Kiara. Kiara calls her: Shunji-san.
Ah.
"Sh-Shunji-san?" my voice was high and sweet sounding as expected from a child. I realized that this brain memory is no joke, my pronunciation of the woman's just simply rolled off my tongue. I also could understand just what the hell she was saying too.
At least my concerns with speaking foreign language can be put aside, for the time being.
"Oh you still have your memory! That's good. You scared me being knocked out for 2 weeks…."
2 weeks?! well I guess transportation from wherever the hell was took longer than I thought.
I remembered what entity (yes I'm calling that computer screen thing entity from now on.) had about it being like Kiara never died. For some reason I expected to be awake right after the time of her death, lying in front the car that hit her. Then again it could also be a weird time travel thing along with migrating to this universe.
I stopped thinking and gave up as figuring my situation out is like finding the cure to disease.
Well so much for hoping I could wake up to Yusuke, Kuwabara, or even Kurama conveniently in the room due to certain circumstances.
That would be too easy, I wonder if I'm even within close first impressions I need to know where at least Yusuke lives.
Wow, I don't know whether to feel like a badass agent or a creepy stalker.
Suddenly an outside voice broke my thoughts.
"Shunji, we need to talk now." It was a dark sounding male voice, his voice was so cold and sharp it made me flinch. I guess Shunji could agree with me, she looked as if she was going to breakdown from just hearing his voice.
His face peaked in from door, his face was actually quite handsome and defined. With his raven hair all clean and nicely cut and dark eyes he looked more traditionally asian than most. His navy suit and gold tie looked like it costs an arm and a leg. Looked as the ceiling light reveals it's silky pattern dancing in the spotlight. He took a glance at me, though it seemed more like a quick glare with how his eyes narrowed and eyebrows with a furrowed expression. It sent chills down my spine.
He focus his attention back to the maid as if I didn't exist.
"Yes, T-Takayama-sama!" she walked out with him and closed my door.
The "-Sama" didn't surprise me this guy had "CEO" written all over him. I wouldn't be surprised if he was one of the "important" members in this family. I thought back to when entity told me the backstory of Kiara, and how she even got here. I heard muffled speech through the door. Curiosity kills the cat but I could care less I needed some information on my environment.
Time to actually move by body.
I quietly got out of bed and tiptoed to the door, applying my ear to it.
"Kiara's grandma Alissa Freeman has now passed away."
My eyes cracked wide open after hearing this statement. That means this Alissa Freeman woman was the mistress Ryuji Takayama was with.
"W-what does that mean for lady Takayama sir?" Shunji stuttered.
"You will not call her a Takayama. Take a good look at that child's features and skin tell me if you see child that is worthy of holding such a prestigious title."
Well fuck you too asshole!
"Are you suggesting to kick her out?"
"No she stays." I hear him sigh."She's too much of a liability especially since she's living breathing proof of my idiotic Grandfather's sins."
Hmm, so we're cousins that's great! I get a pretentious dick as a relative yay!
"She can't be seen in the public eye. Make sure she only goes outside with adult supervision, and if anyone ask; her last name is Miyamoto not Takayama. Is that clear?"
"Yes sir." she said "But what about important things like school or college?"
It went silent between them for awhile, but I was eager about his response. I wanted to know the answer about my fate.
"She will be homeschooled. As for a career she doesn't need one. I have bigger more profitable plans for her. We'll train her to be a traditional housewife, there is tons of Chinese and neighboring associates I have networked that would love an exotic housewife for their young sons to hold."
Wait what….
WHAT.
I sneaked back off to bed after that,this was all I needed to hear. How can I cope with this? Being groomed to be sent off to be some pompous ass's wife. At this rate i'll never progress to my goal!
I heard the door click again. Shunji came back though she seemed a bit distracted, probably from all that bullshit that Takayama said.
"Lady Kiara, I'll let you recuperate a few days before we continue your studies Ok?"
"Ok, Shunji-san."
"Good." she said.
Kiara- age 7 (1983)
The last two years flew by just like that. No need to dive into the boring stuff, but i'll sum it up.
The Takayama's are basically a bunch of bastards.
Since I am mentally ahead by 19 years (26 if you want to add the extra 7 years of this life.) academics was easy as slicing cake. However my intelligence wasn't recognized on the level of an "official" Takayama. So when the other kids brought home an A+ or a star on their stupidly simple test from their way-to-fancy-for-a-elementary school they'll get around of applause.
I'll be the first to admit i'm bitter about it.
They barely let me get out the house to get some fresh air, i'm guarded from what like my own secret service. In my past life I was a bit of a homebody, but even I admire a nice sunny day.
Everyone treats me as something to be seen but not heard. Anyone whose a family member will stare at me like I was a vase at a museum. The younger Takayama's will gawk at me too.
But never do they talk to me ever.
My main interactions was with the servants. I've basically been raised by them.
I also remembered my powers exist.
last summer like broke an expensive teacup and out of panic my powers triggered repairing it.
I never got to far with it because of the prying eyes.
I needed to expand my powers, I needed some sacred spell book, I needed to learn martial arts.
But I can't do that without finding a way out of here.
Kiara- age 8 (1984)
My prayers have been answered.
I'm moving out with Shunji on to a house that's paid for by the Takayama's. She's going to be responsible for my housewife training. When this body turns 19 is when they start getting me suitors. So that means i'll have a time limit 11 years which is perfect because the timeline of Yu Yu hakusho ends when Yusuke is 18. It also means I rarely have to come back to this insipid place, and i'll get my freedom back partially since Shunji is like my surrogate mother.
That isn't even the best part! Shunji mentioned Sarayashiki Junior High being near the house!
EEEEEEEEEEE!
My hundred year search is over, I can finally put that worry to rest.
Know I can finally figure my powers out and find a teacher.
And most importantly find people of interest.
"Ki-chan! Pack your clothes 're leaving first thing in the morning."
"Ok Shunji-san!"
After a few hours of packing and an even longer time on the airplane we finally land and got to our destination.
The house we were staying at was just one of many. It was just a regular house fit for a working class family.
And for the first time i'm grateful for that. I enter the house lugging my luggage and run upstairs not worrying about the aesthetics. On the 2nd floor I picked a room on the left, it was just a blank peachy-white colored space.
Good, something that doesn't assault my eyes for once.
Ran back down stairs to see Shunji coming in with her own personal luggage. We didn't bring much and planned buy furniture in a few weeks. Rightnow the house was just empty with running water.
Me and Shunji went deep into the countryside to see her family. Apparently they own a seafood restaurant.
We had to wait for a car to be given to us. So we traveled across the country the old fashioned way: by bus and train.
When we got to the restaurant (called shell city) I was surprised how big and clean it looked.
Not only that but the restaurant was packed. Sure it wasn't a red lobster but it was successful enough for me to wonder why Shuji even bothered to be a maid.
Her family in contrast to the Takayama's where very warm and welcome.
They were going to show to show me how to cook and serve more advanced dishes along with cleaning. Due to my previous life it was easy for Shunji to teach me how to make simple dishes.
I'm no master chef but with my developed mind I can make a mean shrimp scampi.
After around 4 hours of cooking, serving customers, and cleaning they finally let me have a break and I took a stroll outside.
I had flour and other unknown substances caked on my apron, while my legs felt like it was going to collapse.
I almost didn't realize I had a wooden spoon still tightly clutched to hand.
If this is what housewives do 24/7 i'm never letting anyone judge them again.
Something snaps me out my thoughts. I could hear a child-like scream in the distance. Turned my head in multiple directions until I saw where the source of that scream was coming from. I saw a little boy with curly sand hair and deep blue eyes whimpering from these 3 bigger boys kick sand in his face at the edge of a playground.
I first instinct was to march up to them. I guess I'm foolish, foolish for thinking that a 27 year old could do shit in a 8 year old's body.
"And just what do you gentleman think your doing?" I snarled, using a more deep and sharp tone.
I don't know if it's my foreign appearance, the fact that I technically have a weapon in my hand, or my choice of words but those bullies ran off. Leaving the victim, who was balled up in fear.
Once the boy realized his abusers where gone he slowly started to unfurl himself. Finally he lifted his head up raising his big blue eyes at me looking at me with wonder.
Something about him looked familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it.
"Why did you save me?" the boy decided not to look at me. His cheeks got hot-presumably from embarrassment. His eyes puffy and brows furrowed. I mentally frowned at thought of him getting abuse to the point where help seems nonexistent.
"If I can stop it then why not?" that was my answer. The boy still looked at me as if I was alien and stood up upon my response.
"I don't understand."
I sighed "You were screaming you know? I just wanted to help."
I turned my back to leave bit but then he grabbed one of my wrists.
"I-I didn't get your name." he looked absolutely terrified as if I was going to hit him.
"Miyamoto Kiara."
he gasped at the revelation "I thought you were-"
"- a foreigner?" I completed the sentence. "Mostly, but I got my last name from my grandma." I said sheepishly.
"Oh, my name Kiyoshi Mitarai."
Huh, small world.
So that's why I thought this kid was familiar, he's one of those psychics Sensui was manipulating to join.
Saving him probably means I made my first ripple effect. I wonder if this is a good thing or something that could end in a catastrophe.
On one hand Kiyoshi could became a mentally stronger person and resist Sensui's manipulating. On the other Sensui could just kill him or I contributed into making a monster.
Well fuck it! The former outweighs the latter, it couldn't hurt to try.
"Kiyoshi-kun, let's make a pinky promise; a favor for a favor." I put my pinky finger forward. Kiyoshi did the same although timidly and nodded.
"I'm going to find a martial arts teacher to teach me how to fight can you promise me to do something similar?"
It took awhile but Kiyoshi nodded.
I was selfish of me to ask such a big favor when I don't even know his life story. He's nothing more than a supporting character in the anime, so anything was game now.
"Can I gave a favor too?" he said eyes gleaming.
"Sure!"
"If we meet again can we friends?"
"Absolutely!" I said putting on my biggest smile.
Couldn't say no, he was such a adorkable kid.
Kiara- age 9 (1985)
It's been five years as Kiara and I still haven't found a teacher and a Grimoire.
These powers weren't as easy as I thought. It's easy to trigger them, but my performance and execution was more worse than a noobie.
When Shunji was outside running errands I tested my powers limits around the house. Closing the windows from any curious eyes. At the very least needed to see what my arsenal was like. I tried to fly like an anodite to test the waters but fell and almost busted my ass. The most I got was a glowing periwinkle colored aura and floated for a brief second of two.
And yes I said periwinkle.
Don't know why it's that color as opposed to the pink tint Gwen had. Maybe it's because I'm not Gwen? Perhaps it's my energy or soul? I decided I'm going to dwell on it further.
I attempted to make platforms so I can walk on them. But that failed horribly, I made them in the shape of a square and thin. Just like in was shown in Ben 10 alien force, however it just shattered like glass upon putting my feet on it.
Well that was horribly depressing.
Guess it was too weak to support human weight.
I reformed the platform to make the squares more thick in width. That way it shouldn't shatter easily.
It worked sorta, I could walk on the platforms but the mana material still cracked a little underneath my feet.
But it is a start, the platforming is somewhat usable.
Healing was more of a bitch than I thought. Repairing cut skin or damaged objects depletes my physical stamina very quickly, I end up dog tired because of this.
Healing was a must-improve-upon next to flying.
Telekinesis and trapping/shielding was way easier to control than I was expecting.
For the telekinesis problem I had was weight. If lifted a bigger object than my own weight for example, it would feel like invisible shackles are around my wrists pulling me down.
I just needed more endurance and strength.
Trapping and shields had the same issue like the platforms and telepathy. I was able to trap small objects in a mana ball, I used a knife to stab at it but after a few jabs it shattered.
It was the issue when making a dome or a shield. I also had a limit to how far I could expand a mana shield or dome, otherwise I find myself using up my stamina. The biggest dome I made was the size my room.
I needed more resilient defense.
Shunji taught me more housewife stuff. This time however since I basically mastered cleaning and cooking, we focused on hair and make-up.
Since my natural hair was a extremely curled texture not common here I often styled and cared for it myself with Shunji's instructions.
She showed me how make-up worked and skin care products.
I was not a stranger to vanity supplies in my previous life. I put on mild make-up here and there. I washed my face with skin care products too.
She started to doll me up in various kimonos. I had to learn to walk a certain way in them as well as traditional etiquette.
Kiara- age 10 (1986)
Ughh, I couldn't stand 80s or 90s fashion and my wardrobe is full of it. Since my training takes hours on end I couldn't take the time to do a DIY on my clothes. So I have to deal with a tacky magenta sweater with ripped jeans and converse-esque shoes.
It's especially embarrassing because of puberty.
Kiara is maturing and starting to grow things like, breasts, hips, and the ever so peachy period with PMS since 8. This means I have go through the hell of looking like a bug in the middle school years again. For once I'm proud that i'm not going through systematic education like the rest. I was my turn to get the groceries alone because most typical anime has these kids running around without parental supervision.
As usual, going out to buy groceries earned me intense stares and whispers from some civilians. I'm an anomaly and I know that.
Once I got outside my bag (with all my groceries) was almost instantly snatched by some brats. "Hey" was all I said, but it was no use they ran off. I did my best to sprint after the little shits, this body was way better at cardio than I ever was so they were still within my vision. However these boys could run.
It took a minutes but when they started slow down I finally took a grab at my bag, but of course they had attempt to pull it back.
"Give it back ya jerk!" I roared.
"No!" he he shrieked.
The best of the brats push me down which isn't surprising because there bigger than me. I fell on the concrete with a resounding boom.
"That is the most crappiest shirt I've ever seen."
Just when I thought I lost my groceries that I reluctantly when outside for I open my eyes to see the kids backs turned.
"Crappy?" one of the brats growled "If my shirt is crappy your a dork!" It was hard to make out who they they were talking too as they were crowding up.
"Ahhhh! I-I-I-I-It's Urameshi!" one of the kids stricken with fear sprinted off leaving the remainder of his comrades in confusion.
Wait Urameshi, as in the Yusuke Urameshi?
"Dork?" the voice supposed voice of Yusuke said. "I'll show you just what a 'dork' really does." his voice what sounds like typical 10 year old twisted into snarling gremlin.
It wasn't long until I finally got a glimpse of his face. While he was beating the living shit out these kids. Throwing hard punches and body slam.
He certainly fits the description with his pitch black hair and chocolate eyes that always have fierce expression to it. He had scratch marks riddled all over skin which was slightly tan from the summer heat. His clothes where just a simple white t-shirt, sneakers, and shorts. They were tainted from dirt however and those sneaks looked a little worn down.
The only the only thing that makes Yusuke not his Yusuke-ness is the lack of the classic slick-back hairstyle. I remember in the manga, a flashback depicted Yusuke's hair as shirt,unkempt, and more spiky.
which is similar to the boy i'm seeing here.
He must have sported that hairstyle around 11-13 then.
He finished wiping the floor with them, my thieves beaten and bruised left the scene in seconds.
Probably Yusuke just walked towards looked me for a few seconds and threw me my bag back although sloppy.
Wait so he intended to save me? Huh, I guess he really is just a misunderstood kid.
*Errrrrrt*
Even though it was faint I heard a stomach grumble. I wasn't me because I ate a meal not to long ago.
Was it Yusuke?
It make sense, with his wiry muscles he's more intimidating than most kids, he's a pretty tough kid. But he was still pretty scrawny than should be. I thought back to the final episodes of the Yu Yu hakusho anime when he ordered from Keiko's parents noodle restaurant without paying.
I got the impression since Yusuke knew Keiko since they were apparently toddlers. Keiko's parents were feeding him whenever necessary especially with Atsuko's neglectful ass.
Wait, what are you doing? He's leaving! Fucking feed him and befriend him dumbass!
In a pathetic attempt to get his attention I literally pounced on him like a madman.
My thighs wrapped around his shoulders. He jerked back and reacted to my insanity. The sight looked like a scene from a cowboy movie with the cowboy riding a bull.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING GET ARE YOU GOING GET OF ME!" Yusuke roared in anger and surprise.
"No you're hungry! I can tell! Let me pay you back for saving me by giving you a meal." I spewed the sentence rather quickly but it seemed to get through to him.
His shoulders tensed and I hopped off him.
He looked at me with slight suspicion but complied anyway.
"Fine…"
We started to head to the houth which luckily Shunji won't be present in for a few hours.
I didn't have to look back to see him following because his shadow appeared in the corner of my eye.
Heheheh operation Assimilation starts now.
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Yu Yu hakusho belongs Yoshihiro Togashi, I just own the OCs okay?
Ben 10 belongs to Man of action and Cartoon network.
I also took some inspiration from several existing self inserts: Lucky child, Future Talk, SHINOBI: the rpg, Catch your breath, and The blood alchemist.
