STORY SUMMARY: Being reborn into a Japanese story was bad enough. Being reborn as the twin sister to a certain notorious mass murderer, was another thing entirely. Told in a series of drabbles. Warning: Mild incest themes.

Rating: T (Subject to change)

GENERAL DISCLAIMER: It's not my sandbox. I'm just playing in it.

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Destroy She Said

Chapter Two : Brother

Confusion was a big factor in my first few hours of life. Followed closely by disbelief.

It wasn't until I cried myself into a state of near exhaustion that rationality decided to kick in. I began making a mental checklist—a habit from back before.

What did I know?

1. I had died. The memory was fuzzy and the length of time between then and now was unclear. But Molly Danes—daughter of someone, graduate of somewhere—was dead.

2. I was also alive. Again? But different. That much was obvious. This new body was squishy and soft—completely obsolete compared to my last. I couldn't see much besides shapes and colors. Mobility wise, I was useless. Especially since one of the giant moving blurs (nurses) had swaddled me in a thick, wooly cloth. Now I could only rock myself back and forth. Inside, I was seething.

3. In correlation to number 2, I'd somehow hijacked somebody's baby. And as if that wasn't disturbing enough, my pseudo-mother and father, as well as everyone else in the hospital were talking in moonspeak. I couldn't understand a word of it. Definitely a complication.

So where did that leave me? The obvious conclusion was reincarnation. But why then had I retained my memories? Was this normal? Or maybe I had somehow slipped through the cracks of death by mistake and the cosmos couldn't be bothered enough to fix it.

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My neighbor used to say "you'll never miss anything 'till it's gone" at least once a day. I'm pretty sure she'd been referring to her car keys but it was equally comforting and disorienting to learn that that rule also applied here in this reality. I make this a point because eventually after my nerves had settled I noticed the gaping hole in my chest. No, not literally. Though it might as well have been. I deduced instantly that I had clearly lost something. Something vital. An organ? No. A limb. Possibly. I began to tremble.

I was screwed. I was so screwed. Obviously something had went wrong in development. I was defective. What other explanation was there for the empty, hollowness echoing throughout my insides.

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Footsteps and faint the scent of antiseptic were my only warning as I was lifted out of my plastic confine—gentle hands ran down my head and over my back. Apparently, I was crying again. Brilliant. It was beyond frustrating being unable to simply voice the problem. To tell them that I'd been robbed a body part. So naturally, I struggled.

Then, once more, I was shifted. Soft hands now supported me against an even softer chest. Something warm and round was placed in my mouth. It leaked fluid; I spat it out. No way. No amount of hunger or personal devastation would drive me, a full grown woman, to breastfeed from another. The fact that I was technically an infant was irrelevant. Besides, couldn't they see that I was deformed? That certainly took precedence over meal time.

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When I didn't eat and refused to be held, I was placed back in what I could only assume was a hospital issued crib. There, I stayed and there I sulked.

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At some point I drifted, and was woken by the all too familiar sound of wailing. Bemused, I batted my lips a couple times to make sure it wasn't me. Nope—it was the small, wriggling creature currently being lowered into my cradle. What the actual heck? I didn't agree to this. Weren't there any vacancies elsewhere? I hadn't shared a room, much less a bed since grade school summer camp.

Just as I'd feared, the squirming bundle of pudge was placed beside me. And while I mostly just stared in disbelief, the thing instantaneously ceased bawling. The adults in the room released a collective exhale.

I tried not to panic as it hurriedly began wiggling towards me. Right away I was able to make out two eyes and a blur of pale blue. A brother then. A twin? I attempted to ignore him but he didn't waste any time aligning our bodies, pushing closer until there was virtually no space left between us. What stopped me from yelling out in outrage was how incredibly familiar this proximity felt. So warm. So comforting.

Suddenly, it hit to me. For however long I'd been attached to this new body, even while still growing within my fake-mother's stomach—I hadn't known he was there until he wasn't anymore. He's what was missing. He was my limb.

It made sense I suppose. You hear stories all the time about twin siblings having some sort of strange, out-worldly bond. I just had no clue it started in the womb. It made me mildly uncomfortable to suddenly regard the presence of a total stranger so highly. And have them return that regard. But it just felt right. Whatever. I'd think about it later. This was hardly the most alarming revelation of the day, anyway.

As my eyelids drooped, I speculated whether this brother of mine had felt it too. The longing. The displacement. The hole. It was gone now, thank god. Hopefully whatever had caused such a strong reaction would fade over time.

AN: This chapter's probably a little too long to be considered a 'drabble.' Oh, well.