To be quite honest, I was never one for organized religion. Not that I didn't believe in a higher power's existence somewhere out there in the universe, just that, it seemed a little far-fetched to me for there to be a such an exact system in place to decide the fate of one's soul for the rest of eternity. Forever and ever was just such a long time.

I had imagined a peaceful death, hopefully in my 100s, surrounded by my peers and loved ones as we all said our goodbyes. I'd have cultivated a thriving family business and married for love. Then hopefully, after having outlived my enemies and the British crown, I would then find out who was right in the end about it all.

But boy, did that truck come out of nowhere!

It was a strange feeling.

One second, I'm waving to my neighbor across the street and the next, I'm doing an Olympic Gold winning somersault through the air.

I didn't exactly feel the pain, it was more like an ever-growing numbness. My fingers felt like they were melting into the concrete and the sun looked as if it was watching me through the clouds.

Isn't my life supposed to start replaying like a movie in my mind right about now?

A crowd formed, doing everything by the book: scrambling for emergency services, random strangers screaming for doctors, and the sound of a large 16-wheeled vehicle trying to drive away as fast as possible. The shouting and clamoring that surrounded me was loud. But as the seconds passed, it became muffled by this sensation that was swallowing my arms, had moved on to my chest, suffocating me. I had begun to choke.

My eyes widened. I'm already knocking on Death's door, now I'm gonna die while someone tries to do cheesy public CPR on my wrangled body?

To my surprise, I managed to lug my heavy arms to my torso and clawed at my neck. It was almost like a thick, wool rope was wrapping around my weak body as my consciousness began to fade.

The sun continued to spectate, front row seat to my demise. If I wasn't so preoccupied with my current situation, as in dying in the middle of the street, I might've lamented over my regrets and shortcomings that had led to this moment. I was supposed to go into my part-time in 30 minutes and help train this newbie. But on that note, who cares, I can't even keep my eyes open anymore.

"Rukia," a gentle voice cooed. "Little Rukia..."

Ugh, I'm not even that little.

The voice moved closer and took my hands into theirs.

"You want some yum yums?"

My eyes flashed open and the light engulfed everything around me. There was no more scratchy rope sensation tightening around my body.

"See, I told you our Lady Kuchiki wouldn't enjoy a bib of such poor quality!" A deep voice exclaimed proudly.

My eyes finally adjusted to the sudden brightness. A white ceiling that never seemed to end replaced the clear skies that I had been parallel with before. Hm, maybe this is the Heaven everyone was so excited about? I knew all of those extra volunteer hours would help me get in something, if not my dream university, I guess I managed to get into the good place!

Sluggishly, I turned to the right.

"Augh!" I let out a shocked cry. The angels were ginormous! Towering over me excitedly, they all appeared happy to see me. All the signs were pointing to the good place instead of hell so I relaxed.

The were tall white pillars that separated me from their bodies, which were dressed in unusually familiar outfits. These angels of heaven were all dressed like maids and butlers. Maybe there was a theme they were going for up here?

"Aww, Kuchiki-sama's daughter is such a cute child! Look at her little fingers!" They squeeled.

Excuse me?

With all my strength, I sat up and took a good hard look at my surroundings.

A crib?

I'm in a crib.

What am I doing in a crib.

I lift up my hands and they were right, I did have little fingers. I had cute pudgy little baby fingers.

Okay scratch the landing in heaven/surrounded by angels hypothesis.

I think I've been reincarnated as a baby.