Chapter 2
It's good to revise.
(This is all head canon)
She was in The Plain, revising science and she can revise everything because all she had to do was pluck a book out from her imagination and the book contained everything, because her imagination was the key to the lock of her memories and The Plain is her mind after all.
By now, she is a toddler, proudly twelve months old, learning to talk, growing teeth and she can walk, although not for long periods of time.
She finds out that she is living in some sort of olden Japanese era, due to the yukatas and kimonos and all that cultural stuff which she has not quite fully understood but she is learning.
It is weird, that she is growing silver hair instead of the normal black or brown or blonde, she finds.
An olden Japanese era and silver hair.
Weird…
She thinks of her animes and mangas and a little bit of the cartoons but she can't confirm anything.
Not enough evidence. Only suspicions...
Because she could be an OC (original character) for all she knows, thanks to fanfiction.
But she's not even sure why she was chosen to be reincarnated.
The wind suddenly picks up in the plain and what because sleeping wasn't this short.
Either that or she was taking a long time.
Opps.
So she wakes up in her toddler form, only to find out that her caretaker was shaking her awake.
She translates some words, gets the gist that she needs to wake up and so she does, listening to Obaa-san, her caretaker all these months.
Oh. Another day of normalcy.
But she hasn't left the house yet…
Yes. Even when she was a baby.
The house she was living in was simple and child-proofed.
A room for her, a room for the caretaker, a kitchen, a living room with a door and windows and a toilet.
Too bad she's still a little too short and can't reach the door handle yet.
She was three years old, sleeping normally, not in The Plain when she felt that she was being jostled.
By now, she can walk and talk, not so fluently, but she hasn't been taught how to read and write Japanese. And also harnessing the flexibility in kids, which she has fanfictions to thank.
She's waiting just a little bit more to ask the inevitable questions.
She wakes up, a little sleepy and smiles at Obaa-san.
Then she changes clothes and is led to the living room. She is surprised that a man is there. He is wearing a simple brown yukata and has short black hair.
He stands from the simple chair and say "Hello. I'm here to take you to a new home. Don't worry. There will be other kids there."
Eh?
He gives Obaa-san a bag, which jingles and takes her hand.
Three words flash across her mind.
I'm being sold.
Alarm bells ring in her head and she thinks and she acts.
She pulls out of the man's grasp and hugs her caretaker.
"I'll miss you…" She mumbles into her caretaker's kimono.
She can only stall for so long. But what can she even do?
Both the man and caretaker look surprised for a moment but they quickly smile warmly, a facade, acting as though nothing is wrong.
Her caretaker messes up her hair with a sense of warmness she can't really feel anymore because she is being sold.
This is so messed up.
"Faster go ahead, my child." Obaa-san- no, money faced bitch says.
And it's hard because she took care of her for three years, without other people around. And urgh, why can't things be simpler?
Tears slip down her face as she leaves with the stranger quietly.
For the first time, she is out of the house and there is sunshine and trees and birds tweeting and the universe just seems so happy but inside she is feeling that everything is just so wrong and she is frustrated that she is unable to do anything.
And the stranger is no longer smiling, rather keeping a neutral expression and walking with purpose.
They walk in silence for sometime, as she is kept imprisoned by the cold, cold hand. Her wrist hurts.
Nothing to do, she observes her surroundings.
The house she lived in is among one of the few houses in what seems to be a village of sorts. There were farmers working in paddy fields and people strolling by, with the occasional hurried one, or a random cat or dog.
Soon, they reach their destination.
A normal-looking traditional house which looks to be slightly bigger than the others she has seen. A strange symbol is on the door.
She is then led to a room, with chairs and some other children, and was told to sit down on one.
An energetic child, maybe a few months older, shouts out "Hey, you have silver hair!"
Unable to stop herself, she replies with the standard answer. "So what?"
"That's cool!" He beams..
Before she could reply, however, the door to the room opens, and some more children enter, followed by a man, who tells them to keep quiet.
He then introduces himself as a teacher.
A teacher who teaches how to kill.
A/N Time!
Yu: Just saying, I have already found the OC's name. She has a lot of things in common with me. Last Gintama chapter she read was 603. Chapter 6 is being written. Exams gets closer. Writing speed is slowing down unfortunately… As well as rehashing of canon, in the next few chapters, I feel. Sorry for the short chapter because it felt right to stop there. I promise you readers that the next one will be longer, yea? Pinky promise. (did you get that? cries)
Gah! I need to have more faith in myself! Reviews will cheer me up! So please leave a review, won't you?
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