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Spirit

Her first instinct when she could finally focus correctly might have slightly traumatized her new charges. Slightly. Take note on the emphasis of the word. You couldn't blame her either. Imagine suddenly waking up after knowing that you have passed on, only to receive full show of a spectacular view of blurry very faded color's. She could hardly concentrate on what was being spoken around her, much less with how she tried to move her now invalid hard-to-freaking-move body.

She theorized that just maybe she was in heaven in one of those greenhouse looking buildings where baby angels are born after the spirits of people that have died….she mused to herself. It was just a theory. Plus, that the people around her were angel's taking care of her.

So, when she froze completely and willed her inner strength to keep those top lid's in that position, her charge's may or may not have had a pony what with the way they reacted. From what little information she got on her fabulous and tiring mental power, she collected that the language they were worriedly yelling around her was….Japanese? Unfortunately, her body didn't listen to her mental pushes anymore and decided to relax, eyes drooping down on their own accord. Augh. She mentally clicked her tongue in disappointment. Anyway, back to the main topic. Some form of Japanese. Yes, she identified those rather faded word's.

My, her charge's had quite the lung's if they could speak that fast. Nonetheless. Her college classes were coming back to her now, yes! She mentally air-fisted. Thank goodness for history genre anime as well! But the language was really old…really old. She briefly wondered just what kind of heaven she was in if the language spoken was ancient. The soft murmur's of her charge's had her body involuntarily droop into a deep numb state of half sleep.

No more worrying, eh? Too bad her eyesight was still under developed and her hearing was as developed as her body, otherwise she could have pictured their reaction's more clearly instead of the in and out voices and the hazy view.

She'll spare you the entertaining details of cleaning, feeding, and basically being babied. The third time she gave her charge's another small collective panic attack was when after a very very lengthy period, the beautiful day came when her eyesight and hearing miraculously transformed into perfection one day…she may or may not have had something to do with that little event; consistently playing around with this strange energy inside her body; when she figured that the more she 'trained', a.k.a played, with the puppy like white energy the more her body's condition's and control came around.

Sure sometimes she would accidentally use too much and just faint into a sleep like state, or use too much and just be awake for a day or two. Even those small cut's that would appear on her skin from the energy didn't bother her too much as she once experimented a heal, and boom! Instant first aid kit. Whoa, got off track again. So, charge's heart attack. Right. She didn't want them to know about what she was experimenting with god knows what the hell is in her body, so tried it mostly when they were occupied with whatever it was they did when they weren't taking care of her. Until that day.

It seemed that constantly using and playing with her inside energy gave her more control than what was supposed to be 'normal'. Her infant eye's had widened and her small body tensed when her sight caught everything in front of her. She numbly recalled in the back of her mind, anime. Because that was exactly what she was staring at so intently. Hah. Heaven her ass. Everything was huge! She mentally snorted at her evaluation. No doubt, she was definitely a baby. The frantic beating of her heart rang deep inside her ear's, unluckily blocking any other sounds. Okay, stare stare stare. Shh, calm down heart! She was just born! She didn't want to have to go through the damn process again! The small interior looked like one of those old huts you see in history anime's from villages.

Dark faded brown was everywhere, floor, walls, she glanced upwards, same. Oh well, would you look at that. Now that she was calmer, her hearing clearly picked up coherent Japanese ancient language. She could remember most of the familiar word's from her charger's speaking to her continually.

Thank you Japanese college class! She glanced at her female charge, the one mainly holding her seeing as they were the only one's inside the hut. And had to compose her calm face before that eyebrow rose up. The female's face was staring at her worryingly, speaking in rushed panicky tone's. However, she couldn't hide her wince when her charge yelled loudly, calling for her husband. She pouted her baby lips.

When an older male stumbled into the hut; moving away the straw cover that acted as a door; with four other male's and two other elderly woman entering in a hurry. She quickly assessed their attire, noting the dirty farmer clothing on every male and the rather old style Japanese ripped yukata-like on the females. And that was what the now large group stumbled upon. A worried looking woman, switching her gaze between her confused husband and village folks to her deadpanned faced daughter, who was very calmly taking everything in with an unnatural grace unsuited for an eighth month baby.

The villager's looked between themselves with a knowing look on their face, as her female charge was locked in gazes with her husband who was intently staring at his highly spiritual daughter and wife with a knowing glance. She never cared much for what was happening when she couldn't hear nor see correctly, but that absolutely went out the door now that she was valid again. And those knowing glances? Yeah, she was worried and quite suspicious if her tingly white energy spiking at her cautiously was anything to go by. She locked gazes with her male charge when he walked forward with determination now in his blue eyes. He squatted directly in her line of sight, petting her short locks falling a bit above her eyes with his larger calloused hand.

"Kikyo."

Her head instinctively raised at the familiar name they've been calling her since. A prickle in the back of her mind told her that the name was familiar for a different reason but she couldn't for the newly born life of her remember where it was important from. She tuned back in, saving that prickly information for later. "You're a special girl, Kikyo." Her head tilted with confusion, showing everyone proof of what they speculated. She eyed his warm smile with veiled caution, glancing back at her female charge and making a curt squealing noise. Her charges were both smiling at each other proudly now, making her slowly aching head swirl with even more question's. Professionally ignoring the cheering village folks at the front. Sigh. Anime-like reality, knowing glances, and now a more positive atmosphere just because of those words? She tried to decipher what the now large crowd in front of the hut was cheering about, but gently closed her eyes, feeling her depleted energy coming back leisurely from her drowsy state. The cheer's of the crowd and conversation of her charges faded into the background of peaceful darkness.