Chi chi

this is my first fic.

I deleted the previous story and now here I am, with a brand new one.

Blood drenched my clothes as I lay passed out on the cold concrete floor of the sidewalk. A crowd formed around me as people were screaming for help, some in a state of shock, while others snapped pictures at my engrossed body. The paramedics arrived, but it was already too late by then. Life has left my body, leaving a cold dead body in the center of a car accident.

Meanwhile, while everyone was focused on my dead counterpart, I was floating around aimlessly through endless darkness. The moment I got sent here, I was confused and panicked and scared. I sobbed and cried for help for a couple of hours until I realized I wasn't going to go anywhere until I figured out where I was and what happened to me.

Calming my mind. I tried recalling my memories before the darkness.

I laid bloodied in the cold cement desperately clinging to life. I knew it was the end. I saw people rushing over and screaming something. At that point, I've already lost too much blood and couldn't quite hear what they were saying. But even if I knew this would be my last breath, I couldn't help but make a desperate last struggle. I could barely breath, my lungs was crushed in the impact of the disaster, but despite that, I managed to squeeze out three words.

"I'm. Not. Finished~"

Everything went black after those words escaped my mouth. And before I know it, I became a sad piece of bread. But what happened before that? What did I do that led to my death? Is this really real? To answer those questions. I don't really know. Everything before my death seemed to have never existed. All the memories, gone. Heck I don't even know my own name. Am I really real?

This question plagued my mind above all else. But I halted that thought before I caused any serious existential crisis and just assumed I do exist just not alive. But enough of that. I turned my focus back to the main problem. As of now there is possibly nothing helpful to do. That is why I have resorted to float around in a random direction in hopes I would find a way for me to escape this lonely void.

But not long after my journey, I would indeed find some way of escape, but not in the way I expected it to be.

A spot of light from afar could be seen. I felt my body twitch in anticipation and steadily floated towards it. I imagined every possibility beyond that light and readied myself for whatever is beyond. I drew nearer and nearer until I finally stopped. It looked like a manhole was used as a door yet there were no handles, or anything beyond this point. I started pushing the lid, but it didn't budge. I tried adding more force each time it didn't budge. But after a while of no progress. With a heavy breath, I settled down to take a breather.

But before I could freshen myself up. I felt the lid behind me pry open and turned in shock as it was actually opening. I hovered back immediately to form a good distance away just in case, and readied myself for whatever things would come out.

When the lid was finally open, I approached it slowly and carefully. When I was sure that nothing would come out, I relaxed. But as soon as I did a giant hand grabbed me and pulled me towards it. I resisted it for quite some time but its superior strength was painfully obvious and couldn't do anything but wait in fear.

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"Doctor?"

"Congratulations, you have birth a beautiful healthy girl!. What do you want to name her?" the doctor proclaimed

The man beside the exhausted looking women in the bed looked ecstatic at the same time tightened his hold on the hands of the woman. The woman, soaked in sweat, managed to give a weak smile.

"Asuka, kuninubu asuka"

They cut off the baby's chord and carefully laid her on the mother's arms. The baby cried loudly until the woman, who is presumably the mother, cradled her slowly in her arms while humming a tune to sooth the girl.

"Now now asuka" she said softly

The doctors turned to leave but not before cleaning her up. The man, who is the father, also gave her some rest while the baby was put into an incubator. The mother slept for a couple of hours while the baby was monitored by the nurses.

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This is just great isn't it? Not only have they gave me a heart attack, but they also got my gender mixed. I was currently in bed inside a container of which I can only assume is an incubator. After that terrifying traumatic experience, I was moved out of the room to another room where there were several babies also being monitored in a glass container. A giant glass window was facing in front of me and there stood who I can assume are the parents watching their babies. Honestly I'm surprised I'm not shitting myself right now. My head still hurts from all of the light and the voices. But I no doubt feel calmer than usual.

A man was staring at me through the window with a smile on his face. He kind of creeps me out a bit, and so did the nurses. They looked dead inside, walking zombies, eye bags on eye bags. Must have been stressful calming all the crying babies every time they woke up. So I gave them a small mercy by not being a bitch, they have already suffered enough.

There was pretty much nothing else I could do other than shift my position, but even that was at a minimal distance. My muscle seemed to be extremely weaker than what I'm used to.

After about a day and a half. My parents took me home and started amusing me for a bit until I got bored and initially slept, which was surprisingly easy. Usually it took me like 30 minutes until I could start falling asleep but I guess being a baby and all.

For the past few days, all I did was eat sleep repeat. Until I turned 6 months old THEN I started walking after 5 grueling moths of developing my muscle. My parents were obviously surprised to see me walk before my peers did. The sight of me trying to take a step forward and failing always gave them a good laugh. This happened for the next 2 months, something I was not proud of, until finally, I could walk properly without me bumping into things and falling face forward.

It was a boring month as usual when I noticed something strange. My mother took more time with me than the usual 5 to 6 hours maximum. I don't mind the extra attention, but doesn't she have work, did she quit to spend more time with me? Did she get fired? Did someone gave them extra cash that was worth more than what they expected and retired? All these question rattled my brain demanding for answers.

Soon after I got my answer at the form of a funeral. I'm guessing a relative or a close friend died and they were given his property according to his wishes

I wasn't sure how much money they got to the point where they could both retire, but I'm guessing a lot. But now that I'm getting more attention, I can't do my usual routine where I watch the news while there away. It was to gather basic information mostly from where I reside and also because I'm tired of watching kids shows all day. There were two things I learned from my search. One was I live in FRICKING JAPAN now! Two, is that superpowers exists in this world. That got me so hyped the first time I discovered about it, I mean think about it, the impossible becoming possible. Think about the possibilities.

I didn't get to watch anymore of those since I would get caught and they'll switch the channel to a more child friendly show. Jeez, no need to be so strict. I'm a mature man can't you see! Oh wait, they can't. And I'm also no longer a man. But a female child with a mental fortitude of a man. Groan

I might as well live my next life in utter confusion.

THAT'S A WRAP!