White.

White noise.

'SOMEONE, PLEASE! MAKE IT STOP!' I cried, desperately trying to understand what was going on as I seemingly floated in such a self-proclaimed innocent colour.

My cries were instantly muffled, even though I never actually spoke them. Every time i even attempted to do such a thing, my mouth refused to cooperate, so i was left with the mental strain of silently suffering. (Last time I checked, no one could read minds).

True to my earlier statement, white noise seemed to of infected my ears with its sharp incessant ringing. However, I had never heard a sound such as this before and I wondered whether it was the noise emitted from the Defibrillation? I wasn't sure though, because what i had heard of it on television, had sounded completely foreign against this.

Going back to white, people mistook it for black.

I had read many stories of those who had been 'Reborn', so to say (although, they didn't technically die, so...? But, I suppose they came out of a second womb so, that's acceptable, at least) and they described 'dying' as a black peaceful abyss that seemed to cause an unnerving shiver to break throughout their very being.

I didn't see black, but I had deduced that the idea had stemmed from the colour of which you saw when you closed your eyes from the bright glow of white.

That was the only theory i could make and, I suppose it would be the only one I could 'test' because, as soon as I closed my eyes, I seemingly dropped into a black bucket of ice and wondered if it was possible to drown in one's own mind.

I didn't need anymore theories or, 'tests' as I put it. I know knew exactly where the idea of blackness came from.

I blinked.

I then blinked because I could blink.

I involuntarily flinched as I flexed my hands.

'W-What's going on..?' I questioned, looking down at my la- well, the lap of whoever's body I had inhabited (stole, per say).

Their hands were small, ridiculously chubby, yet, they were not hands of an infant. (This body was more likely on the verge of being a 2 or 3 year old?, give or take a couple of months).

Underneath my newly obtained (fragile) arms, was a cream rag. Now, I assumed this rag to cover my whole body as the colour and fabric seemed similar to those that stood in front of me. It was rough and frayed at the edges, the edges in which stopped about an inch above my bony knees.

I assumed this child was pretty rough when playing, if the few cuts and scrapes on their legs gave anything away.

I was currently sitting on a huge rock (Boulder?) in the middle of nowhere, literally. All there was to see was dust and dirt- I even saw a ball of twigs roll by!

Looking up from my scraped and - currently bleeding - knees, I let out a huge sigh (it could, however, be interpreted as annoyance, per say). I didn't really have time to ponder on the very thought as i was unappreciatively brought out of them.

"Egyptia? Are you ok, honey?"

'What the blasphemy-!' My eyes bugged out of their sockets before i swiftly shut them and pretended nobody said anything.

"You're spacing out, dear," a much older voice asked, the age gap was considerably large as it seemingly croaked out the question.

I slowy opened my eyes, eyelashes fluttering a few times before they settled on the three figures in front of me-!

'Hang on, yeah!' I mentally screeched, taking a step back as I suspiciously eyed their attire and, uh, (natural?) facial features.

'Pink, red? Akashi, 'that you? Ahh ha ha. Really, Amelia?' I chuckled To myself at my inner dialogue. (yes, chuckled. Giggling sounded...inappropriate).

The first person i noticed, just happened to be the only male of the group.

He was tall, and when I say tall, i mean taaallll. I guessed he was roughly 6'10" with broad shoulders that would've previously had me drooling but, now? I think i felt a teensy-weensy bit, intimidated. I don't think that was from his size, though.

What surprised me the most, was the apparent fascination he had with golden armour.

'It reminds me of Gladiators,' I mused, cracking a small smile at my thoughts.

He had a muscle plate of gold tightly secured against his chest and I was positive he had no top on underneath it. Connecting to the top corners of the chest plate, were brown leather straps about one inches wide. They then attached to shoulder plates that curved around his shoulders (shoulder plates on his shoulders? Who would've thought they went there?) and i was sure they were glued on with how snug they looked.

Creamy material distracted me from the ever present gold and i noticed he wore a type of pleated skirt, which donned the same brown straps.

'He reminds me of Spartacus,' I snorted.

I then noticed he was barefoot with a plain golden band wrapped around his left ankle and right top arm.

'Seriously, all you need is a colosseum and you're set,' I blanched.

I was a bit disappointed that he didn't have a gigantic sword strapped to his hips, though. Still, i couldn't help but further analyse him, it was fun.

He had such a strong jawline, that i thought he would just chew me up and spit me out, there and then. Further adding to his intimidating aura, he appeared to have quite the collection of stubble. And the fact that, oh, you know, the big-ass scar that ran from the left side of his nose and curved over the middle of his lip- oh, can't forget about the silver ball piercing underneath his lips (Which were, might I add, set in a thin line so I couldn't exactly describe them).

I tried looking further up his face and i promptly pissed myself.

Upon meeting his gaze, I felt like a little deer in headlights. He donned such a ferocious glare that i thought that, that alone would set me on fire. However, ignoring his blazing gaze, I noticed his eyes were actually pretty wide. I quickly dismissed that as they appeared to slant upwards at the corners to form, what I thought to be, thick eyelashes.

Honestly? It looked like eyeliner.

What generally shocked me the most though, was both the colour of his hair and eyes.

His hair (oh god did he need a haircut!) from what i could see (from the snippet of stray strands that i saw peeking out from behind his back), went all the way down to his hips.

Why is he intimidating, you say? His hair reminds of a frickin' Lion's mane! It was so wild! Like it was alive! (Technically, it was but, you get what i mean).

A brown band lay upon the top of his head, shocking red strands stuck up and out in every which way they could behind it. I'm still shocked on how someone could get hair so, Animalistic!

Ignoring my shock, I focused on trying to pick which colour his eyes were.

'His eyes are purdy~,' I swooned, instantly getting lost in them, despite the glare they produced. Hey, no one said i was a good judge of character.

His eyes - to put it simply - reminded me of a sunset. I abandoned that thought as his gaze was anything but nice and opted for a more pinkish lookin' fire. I couldn't really find a singular colour to describe them with, there seemed to be a variety of reds, pinks, oranges, hell, even yellows, that swirled in his eyes.

"Who are you?" I deadpanned, not caring if it sounded rude.

I stared at the male questionably, pressing him to answer my question as I simply ignored the flabbergasted expression of the female next to him.

'I totally dig this guy's look. That and the fact that he looks badass,' I cackled, already creating a plan to get on his good si-!

"-Child, these are your parents. How could you have forgotten such a simple thing, deary?" She cackled, tapping her wooden walking stick on the dusty floor as she laughed goodheartedly.

My eyes widened in surprise at her statement and i took the time to quickly analyse her elderly form.

Significantly contrasting from the male of the group, she stood at roughly 5'0", I was sure it was because she was hunched over that she appeared to be shorter. Talking about 'shorter', her hair framed the side of her aged face in a messy bob cut. Much like the male, she also had a brown band on the top of her head, pushing back what I thought to be her bangs. The colour of the strands that made up her frayed head of hair, glistened with a pastel pink shade. I guessed her hair had lightened from old age? It was only then that I was brought to the unnatural paling of her eyes, and I was sure that it was from blindness and not old age.

She wore a pristinely white cloth over her figure from head to toe. The collar of her 'dress', dipped slightly but not enough to show any cleavage of the sorts. Completing the look, a two inch thick band of leather lay across her middle section which had tassels on the end of it as it tied together in the middle.

Her cane was nothing to sniff at, just a boring oak wood in colour, though I was interested how she got it to be so smooth.

"You can stop gawking at me now, Egyptia-chan!" She laughed.

I ,at least, had the audacity to blush and look away in embarrassment, only raising my gaze off of the ground when a figure knelt in front of me.

"Do you really not remember who we are, Egyptia-chan?" She questioned, titling her head to the left ever so slightly as she brought her hands up on to later lay them on my shoulders.

My eyes met hers. I was blown away at the concern and honest-to-god worried look they held.

Her eyes held resolve, independence, intelligence. I was almost afraid to keep her gaze after those qualities made themselves present.

What probably scared me into silence, was the bloody colour of her orbs.

I wondered if the clumped lashes ran through their family...

Well, I suppose I wouldn't be finding out anytime soon.

"EGYPTIA!"

And then there was black.