As something pulled me out of the darkness all I could not feel anything. The pressure around me was increasing, I was somehow being pushed out. I didn't know where I was and without being able to find out I was getting pushed out! A distant light shone over me, and little by little I was being inched towards the source of the light. From the light I was pulled, and this magnificent light nearly blinded me. I shut my eyes as hard as I could. I was not aware I was not breathing. My eyes started to darken as I couldn't breathe, it seemed as if I had really forgot how to breath. I was yanked from my ankles and dangled upside down.
"Can't… breathe." I thought as my conciseness started to fade.
Just as I was about to black out completely, I felt a slap on my tender bottom. The slap knocked the grime off my lungs, with a heave I was able to breathe.
It burned. The air burned my lungs.
Bio-chemical warfare? But shouldn't I be already dead?
The complete chain of events was completely insane!
As air burned my lungs I started to scream. I roared with my emotions fanning the flame within me. I won't succumb to pain! I roared in my mind.
As the pain from my lungs were starting to lessen, I felt something moving me. A dreading feeling quickly smothered my flames of will. That could not be a man. There was no man that could pick me up in his two palms!
I understood now! I had been abducted by aliens!
I never believed that aliens would come and steal people from their planets.
My death! It must be a psychedelic drug to keep me sedated! Afterall there is no power that can bring back death.
Those goddamn aliens!
I must be in a spaceship, maybe if I got better, I could plot my escape. I still can't really feel my parts of the body clearly.
The aliens had cleaned up my body, from which I assume the stimulation tank's juices, I was still a bit shaken on the inside. I was on the verge of a mental breakdown so I tried to distract myself.
"Maybe if I could bring their advanced technology on to earth, I could start a new era of scientific progress!"
I felt being put down, and through extreme effort I was able to open my eyes.
The secondary shock hit me harder than the first one.
I was greeted by a woman with huge emerald eyes, the look of love she had for me was not something that could be faked. I felt a deep chill, down in my bones as I gazed her. Then I had the audacity to extend my hand towards her.
My hand was not mine, it was smaller, like a baby's hand!
Barely able to focus on my hand, I flexed my hand, it obeyed my command. There was no problem. That was my hand.
'This can't be possible! I study natural sciences, no I refuse to believe this could be even possible!'.
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'So, no aliens but instead reincarnation.' I thought to myself utterly shocked by the new development.
I didn't even believe in reincarnation five minutes ago. What caused this? And where the hell am I?
At least I was next to my mother (presumably).
Ah well then, it seems that I am just a baby, no need to worry about greater problems. At least I have a life now. I was consent with my previous one too. Shit happens, carry on.
I was just consoling myself.
Through my mania inducing self-ranting, I fell asleep.
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The assistants separated the exhausted mother-daughter duo, one going to the after-birth care unit and the other one going to the extensive care unit.
The father was up by then and was waiting nervously at the door.
When he saw the deliverer coming out, he immediately asked,
"Are they Ok? Where are they? when can I see them?"
The deliverer, fed up with these generic questions, did not need to think before answering.
"They are both OK, due to after birth procedures they are under care. You could see your wife in about 30 minutes in your designated room ant the baby will be delivered to you in this room after the firstborn procedures."
The man had visibly relaxed after hearing that.
He was really nervous about meeting his daughter.
He always wanted a daughter!
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"HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAKURA-CHAN! ~~" my mother shouted while carrying a cake in her hands. The cake had 4 candles each positioned exact distances from each one other. Mother was sometimes a tad bit obsessive about symmetry, but other times she would place her accessories around the house with her own sense of order. It never looked messy, but it was definitely not symmetrical.
"Yeah, happy birthday Sakuraaa~" followed my friends is suit.
This was my 4th year in this world, in short, my birthday.
"My beloved daughter looks soo cute in that kimono! ~" my father exclaimed.
Goddamit…
I had a snow white laced with pink sleeves kimono on me. My pink hair was cut short, just barely enough for a top bun. Normally my hair was badly combed with my left to right making more look a wild child than a girl. But today my mother had maid my hair into an elegant bun with accessories and extensions.
"I don't look cute, I look elegant." I stated.
I had recently learned the world 'elegant'. Japanese was hard.
It was tough when I first learned about my nasty surprise in my pants. or to be precise the lack or 'surprise'.
I was a damn female! This was not supposed to happen!
The challenge was moderately ok and mostly mental though, apart from not being able to pee standing up, there was little to none mind-muscle connection problems, growing in a new body tended to that. With children's bodies often differing slightly before puberty there was practically no difference between a boy and a girl at my age.
My father gave a hearty laugh for a response. Father had a habit of laughing really, sometimes it would really get annoying if you had a bad day. But if you had a good day, his laughing would add joy to your own joy.
He was a merchant, a rice merchant to be exact. He owned a small business; I often went to his shop to bring him lunch from home. He 'thought' me basic arithmetic's there, even though I knew how to solve differential equations, giving live examples from his clientele. It was nice bonding with my father.
There were several other children beside me at my birthday party. There were kids whom I met in the park playing games.
I liked playing games with friends, since the entertainment options in this world were abysmal.
Mentioning this world, in our house we had electricity and running water. The amalgamation of Japan from the dark ages and modern age, things were wild. We had no proper electric appliances. Not a tv, not a computer and certainly not a cellphone. We didn't even have electric plugs at home. Only evidence that electricity existed was we had lightbulbs.
Hurray! Now I can insert one in my mouth and cut the roof of my mouth in 27 different places. Spoiler alert, it will hurt.
"Make a wish Sakura-chan!" my mother chirped happily.
What should I wish for?
"Do I tell you my wish, Okaa-san?" I asked. I was in a different environment; I was going to play by the rules in this new culture.
"If you wish to do so!" My father bellowed.
I laughed at the bad dad joke.
Oof, that was cold father. Ice cold.
"That one was low dear." my mother teased my father, then kissed him on his cheek.
I secondhanded that opinion, showing my opinion through a nod.
"Then I wish for the cool sword!" I bellowed after my father, mimicking him.
I had my eyes on a katana, which I had seen on display after me and father visiting the blacksmith for a few nails.
"How about a bouquet of beautiful flowers dear?" my dad teased me. He was a practical man; he didn't want useless items around his house. So, he told me, unless I was a swordswoman, I wouldn't need it. And in his opinion, I was too young to be concerned about the way of the sword.
What the hell man, I want to hang it on my wall. Maybe cut some fruits, not skewer a man.
"Can I whack somebody in the head with it?" I teased back. At this point they were used to my tomboyish behavior.
"You certainly can." My father answered my question, reminiscing about the past days with a soft grin.
"Anyways, blow the candles my arms are killing me!" said mother. Still holding the cake in her arms.
I blew out the candles.
God, I wish I had that sword.
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"So, what are you planning to do this summer?" I asked Ino.
I met Ino a few weeks after my 4th birthday. She and I immediately hit off, she kind of reminded me of my best friend from my previous life.
"Nothing much, maybe visit cousin Hirito, He started academy this year. The elders are full of praises for him."
"Wow, he must be smart to not only be able to enter the only academy in the village but also have the elders praises!" I exclaimed.
Ino had talked about her clan a lot, I think they are some sort of mafia family. Who else talks about 'clans' and 'family' that much?
"Huh, being from the Yamanaka clan has some benefits." She said.
"They know that we are some of the very best so we get into the academy without much trouble. By acing the tests of course." She continued.
"Wow… Your clan must be full of geniuses" I said with genuine disbelief.
"Don't tease me Sakura!" she lamented, flustered by my compliment.
"Anyways I plan to go to the academy, hope to see you there too Sakura" she said after getting down from the slide we have been sitting on.
"Where to?" I asked. I wanted to play some more.
"I need to go to my house for the daily practices before dusk" she said.
"Aww… come back tomorrow?" I asked
She blushed, and said a meek ok.
I laughed at her antics and started to think about my future.
I didn't want to be stuck in that rice shop forever, I wanted to learn more about this world. Go on adventures and have amazing stories.
I decided to express my feeling towards the rice shop towards my father when I got to the home.
I had little to worry about in the mathematics section, maybe an ace in the physics, if the laws are still the same.
I really should take my fathers opinion about the academy, I doubt he will be against it, with academy being the only educational institute in this village.
I know this because my mother said so!