I stayed at the place, which I think was the hospital, for maybe a week before the lady carried me off. When we reached outside, I was attacked by various colors and sounds. First was the blinding sunlight, then the voices of various people passing on the street. My eyesight and hearing had gotten better: I could see things that were 30cm away. But the signs on doors or the exact shapes of people's faces were as blurry as muddy water.

Still, I think that's a start.

Apparently, I'm in Japan. At least, that's what I assume from the language they speak. The dialect is different, but I can manage to understand some words here and there. In my previous life, I had learned 10 languages. English (which was my mother tongue), French, German, Latin, Chinese, Japanese, Spanish, Italian, Dutch, and Russian. So, understanding what my 'mother' says is not too much of a challenge. I don't know if I can call her my 'mother', it's hard to replace my actual mom.

My 'mother' doesn't deserve this. It's so confusing.

I haven't met my 'father' yet. My two assumptions are he is either away on business or he isn't... around. Anyways, all I have been doing these past months is sleeping and calculating where I am and how I got here. So far, no answers. All the logical conclusions I've come up with have resulted in dead ends.

Also, I would like to put out there, I was very uncomfortable during diaper changes and breastfeeding. Of course, my mother didn't mind. Why would she? I was just a baby to her.

In this world, I have been a quiet baby, crying only to alert my mother of hunger or when I needed a change. It has been the same cycle for the past 5 months: sleeping, eating, change of diaper, repeat. That is, until my 'father' came home. He was on a 'mission'. At least, that's what my 'mother' said when she was talking to me one night. She didn't know I could actually understand, but I think she just uses our nightly talk as an excuse to speak to herself. Did he work in some sort of agency? I wonder...

I was in my crib, minding my own business and staring absentmindedly at the ceiling as per usual. My 'mother' was writing something down on what looked to be a scroll. Strange, but not unusual now.

I still can't wrap my head around what happened... Was I reborn? That's the only solution left. But why?

Suddenly, the door opened and a male called out something I couldn't quite understand with my limited hearing. My 'mother' jumped up and carried me out of my crib.

Woman, couldn't you bring that guy towards me?

Yes, I saw no need to disturb myself when I am quite incapable of moving to begin with. Wouldn't it just have been easier to bring the person towards me? If I could, I would have let out a sigh. But I was unable to and was interrupted by a sudden surprise. The man looked tired, yet when he saw me, his face instantly lit up. I am guessing this man is my 'father'. He took me in his arms and started rocking me back and forth. He smelled of both sweat and a hint of Jasmine.

Faintly of blood.

I took in his appearance. He had baby blue eyes and paper-white hair. Strangely, it didn't appear to be dyed, which was odd since the only people that should have natural white hair are old people. And he wasn't that old...

Beside his strange hair predicament, he had a long nose that was hooked at the end. His eyes were crinkled, indicating that he laughed a lot, and his smile was wide and flashy, only confirming my previous statement. He was slightly tanned in color, a golden brown, the kind that didn't come from a bottle of chemicals. He wore a blue uniform with a green vest as well as a strange headband on his forehead.

My 'mother' on the other hand had green eyes and black hair. She had a small button nose and small lips. She was currently wearing an apron, which was weird since she wasn't cooking at the moment. Maybe, she just enjoyed the feel of it?

I wonder what I look like...

They started talking to each other and I just zoned out.

So, they are my 'parents' and they love me a lot. I guess they deserve my love too.

I decided I would not become one of those "Mama's Girls" or "Dady's little Princesses." I would tolerate them. That was it.

As my father continued to rock me, I felt myself doze off. Funny how a baby sleeps a lot and still has time to cry...

Fathers P.O.V-

I entered my house. It's been 5 months and, oh, how I missed the place. I could never forget walking through the front gate and smelling the bamboo-ey aroma that surrounded the house. And how could I miss the creak of the steps as I walked to my front door? But that wasn't what made this house a home for me, it was her. Tadaima. She was the lighthouse for me on every mission, like the inspiration of an artist. It drove me to keep going, just so I could see her smiling face again. But this time, it would be different.

"Tadaima?" I said while I removed my shoes by the front door. I could hear footsteps coming towards me, and I looked up to find my beloved wife, Midori, holding my child. Our child. I smiled at her and took the baby from her arms. She was beautiful. She had my paper-white hair, but she didn't have my blue eyes, nor did she share Midori's green eyes. She has golden eyes, as pure as gold itself. Which was weird considering no one in my family has had golden eyes. But she's still a little girl, and maybe it's from Midori's side?

I rocked her slowly and watched as she looked back at me. It was strange, the way her eyes were moving, it was almost as if she was analyzing me and deciding what to think. She's going to be smart, I have a feeling.

Midori cooed at how cute she was. "She's beautiful isn't she, Sozoshi?"

"She's beautiful. I can't believe I missed her coming into the world. I am so sorry honey," I said with guilt in my heart. I knew it was unavoidable, but I had really wanted to be there for her.

"You were needed for the mission. It's not your fault. And look, you're here right now," she said with a smile on her face. It was reassuring to know that Midori understood both my disappointment and my predicament. "Look, she's falling asleep." With that, I noticed the tiny bundle in my arms begin to relax and shut her eyes. But I felt a slight hesitance coming from Midori's direction.

I looked at her and furrowed my eyebrows. "Is something wrong?"

"Lets put her in her crib, shall we?" she said before taking her out of my arms, "I need to talk to you about something."

I followed her into the bedroom, where she gently placed Shizu in the crib. She then led me to the living room and sat down on the couch. I sat beside her and waited patiently for her to speak. She let out a sigh.

"Honey, don't you think somethings wrong with Shizu?" Midori asks me, worry in her tone.

"What do you mean?"

She looked at me and started to explain. "When she was born, she never cried. I have only ever seen her cry when she is hungry or needs me to change her diaper."

"It's nothing to worry about, there are some cases of babies not crying. If it's anything, its good. Less trouble," I reassured her. It was a bit odd that Shizukana was not crying, but not too much of a problem in my eyes. After all, if silence was the only thing to worry about, then it was practically nothing at all.

"I always feel like something's wrong. Once I caught her staring at the bookshelf. It was like she was trying to read the titles of the books, and I know that's not normal," she said with fear in her voice. I could tell, she was genuinely scared of something being wrong.

"What else has been happening?" I asked her, the feeling of worry creeping into me as well.

"Mina from next door came by. We were talking when Mina said the craziest thing and Shizu giggled. I don't know how, but it was like she understood the conversation." Midori finished with a weird look on her face. Like she was afraid I would be angry...

"Alright. I don't know how to explain, but I will love her no matter what. Even if she is strange, even if she suddenly grows a pair of horns, I will love her. And I hope you would too," I said with determination. I saw Midori nod her head, a face of relief covering her.

"I'm tired honey, I'm going to change then we'll talk more about less-pressing matters," I said as I stood up.

Third persons P.O.V-

Little did the couple know that the baby in the crib was wide awake. And that conversation would change her for a long time.

A/N. Hey guys. Just wanted to give a heads up: the OC's name is Shizukana Tori. There will be a time skip of three years in the next chapter as well as a reveal and stuff. Bye-