A/N: Er... hi? Sorry for not updating for *checks date* almost 3 weeks. 😅 I have to hand in projects on the second week and I have an exam today and on Tuesday and Wednesday so I didn't have much time to write a decent chapter. 😣

Natsumi: Those projects were crazily hard to do for her.

Me: It was obviously hell. 😵 Anyways, here's a 🍰 (Strawberry Cake) for those who followed and favorite-d this story~ And to khodijah98, you received a specially made 🍱 (Bento) from Moi~! Please enjoy this chapter and tell me what you think. Corrections and criticisms are always welcome. 😊

Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn! It belongs to the awesome Amano Akira!

A/N: Now, on to the story!

Chapter 2

Unfamiliar

When I woke up, my body feels so heavy. I can't move. My eyelids are shut tight and I can't open them. Yet for some reason, I feel so at ease. I feel so warm, too. What is this feeling?

'...Am I dead?'

From wherever I am, there's a feeling surrounding me that I only felt from one person before, my grandmother. It was so much that I can't help but let tears fall. I miss her so much.

'Grandma...'

More tears fell when I remembered her. I started regretting leaving her alone with my parents but the warmth I was feeling right now made me want to stay at wherever I am.

In the midst of my reminiscing, panicked murmurs echoed lightly along with sobs that didn't belong to me. I listened and it didn't take me long to realize that they were talking in a different language from the one that I was so used to hearing. It was enough to blank out my mind and stop the tears from flowing.

"Lei è ... svegliarsi ...!" ("She's... waking up...!)

"Entrambi sono!" ("Both of the are!")

"Grazie al cielo! Finalmente...!" ("Thank heavens! Finally...!")

I can't understand what they are saying. My parents didn't made me learn this language. The only ones that I can speak is Chinese, English, German, and my native one, Japanese yet I can tell that none of these three are the ones that they're speaking.

"Finalmente..." ("Finally...")

I flinched. There it is again. That unfamiliar word. It was said with such love and relief that it reminded me of the warmth from before. I was starting to get uncomfortable. Something is not right!

Before I knew it, I was jumping to conclusions.

Why can't I open my eyes?! Did I happen to get my eyes glued shut before I died?! But all illnesses should be gone now that I'm dead! Where's Jesus?! Where's Satan?! What's happening?!

No... Don't tell me that I didn't die...?

A wail escaped from my throat yet I couldn't stop it. Tears stared flowing again. All this frustration and confusion is making me cry. I can't stop.

I don't understand... I missed my Grandmother but it isn't enough for me to want to go back! I don't want to experience those again...! No... No more...

All at once, all the pain that happened to me before came back full force. My wounds... the first time my parents called me a murderer... all those isolation... my friends leaving me... me dying... all came back and I cried like I never did before. I was surprised that I didn't notice that my voice is much more high pitched than before.

Sweet murmurs filled my hearing for awhile. Even though I can't understand what they were saying, it still made me tone down my crying to sobs. I can't accept the truth... there's no way I'm still alive and breathing... there's no way...

Before I could cry full force again, a chubby hand made its way from my right side to my left one to grasp at the hand that was clutching the sheets like no tomorrow. It held my hand and I was filled with an unfamiliar warmth. Something about it feels so familiar and unfamiliar at the same time.

I didn't dare cry again and slowly, I started to fall into unconciousness that only proved that I am still alive. Just before I succumbed to sleep, somehow, I felt like there were people nearby who was smiling down at me and the mysterious person who was holding my hand.

The second time that I awoke, I saw an unfamiliar European ceiling. It wasn't exactly far off from my house since mostly everything there was imported from Europe but instead of the golden color that I was so used on seeing, I saw white and those floating toys you usually see on cribs.

It took me a stupidly long while to notice that I can finally open my eyes and that something heavy is leaning on my torso. But I didn't pay it any attention and instead scanned my surroundings with growing dread as I slowly start to realize that I saw seeing everything through these big white bars making me instantly think that my parents locked me up in a fancy cell or something. That was until I saw the the wallpaper made for kids and the toys littering around. Everything suddenly seemed so big, too.

'What...?'

I tried to sit up but the weight made it almost impossible. I only managed to prop myself up on my elbows. It was then that I saw what, or who, was leaning on me. It was a mass of black hair and pudgy arms were hugging my whole torso. I peered into his (at least I assume it was a he. I could be wrong) face and was met with a chubby baby face. I started to have a bad feeling. This guy who was hugging me was a huge baby.

I started to shake and I hesitantly held my arm up to my face and was met with the same pudgy arm. A shriek almost made it way up my throat and I swallowed it down and hurriedly inspected my body (it was so small and not the curvy one that I was suppose to have) then my face (it was so chubby and small) and my hair.

My long hair is gone. The one I was so intent on taking care of and growing out to a very long wavy length was gone. Gone. It was replaced by this short hair that barely covered my forehead unlike the one I was suppose to have.

Tears once again welled up as I realized the situation that I was in. My parents would never dare to place me in a loved filled place like this and they would never dare to touch my hair before much less cut it. And there's no way that I would be in a two year old's body. It's impossible but...

I have been reincarnated.

It was then that I started to cry again.

Of course, how could it not? My wounds were gone and even if I were only in a coma, there's no way that my wounds would still not hurt. I would also not become a two year old. It's just impossible. Even this whole reincarnation thing is impossible. I actually felt a small hope that this is only a prank and I would see my classmates jumping out of nowhere and saying 'Surprise!'. But no such thing happened. I'm still small. There's not a single person who jumped out.

I started wailing and I couldn't will myself to stop. It was like a natural impulse not to stop crying even if you tried to.

The boy that was sleeping on me awhile ago awoke to my wailing. He sat up and rubbed his eyes with his small fists and almost instantly, saw me crying my heart out. He started to come closer and I pushed him away, unconciously noticing the hurt look his blue eyes had.

"Stay away from me!" I screamed at him and just continued wailing again. I can't stop. He looked like he understood what I just said in my native language but he didn't care about my 'stay away from me' aura and pulled me by the arm towards him. He held me much like how a brother would. The gesture was full of affection that it made me cry more.

This is what I always feel whenever my grandmother hugged that one time. It made me miss her more. I stopped my wailing and just sobbed quietly and as much as I hate to admit it, the gesture made me calm down a bit.

It made me think clearly about what was happening.

From the world where I came from, I don't have loving parents, only abusive ones who hated me to the point that they're already trying to kill me. The only ones that are precious to me is my grandmother and my friends which I kept secret from my 'parents'.

It was only a few hours ago that we were all laughing and drawing mangas. Criticizing each others' drawings good naturedly and having fun. Now, it was all like a dream. I won't have it all back anymore. Thinking that just made tears fall again but not enough that I'll start bawling once more.

The only thing I could do now was think about what would happen to me in the near future because thinking about my past and having the words 'You're already dead' just makes me feel hurt. There's nothing I could do about it now. It has already happen.

The boy that was hugging me started patting my back carefully as if I would cry again but it stopped my tears from falling altogether. I glanced at the side of his face and somehow felt something familiar about him yet I was so sure I have never seen him before. His tenderness also didn't belong to a mere two year old and it had me curious if he's also like me. Reincarnated and forced to live another life.

But there's no way, right? There's no way we would get reincarnated in the same world and at the same time enough that we would be twins when there are millions of other worlds out there. That lead me to the conclusion that he was a genius to be mature like this at a young age and left it at that.

My thoughts then swayed to the pros and cons about being reborn. I mean, there's bound to be advantages and disadvantages with being reborn. You can't expect to live a life full of good things only. I was the proof of that. Always surrounded by hate and disgust that came from my own relatives, I already lost hope that someday, someday, a good thing will happen to my painful and lonely life.

I guess that it already happened at that time when I died. I was reborn. A second chance to have the life I was always longing for. The one where I can achieve my dream of being a Mangaka despite obviously being in a different country right now, where I can have friends without keeping them a secret from my parents and vice versa, and... where I always feel loved.

I have always wondered what it feels to be loved. Most of my friends say that it's a feeling which you would never dare give up for any material things, that it was a great feeling. But I never actually felt it aside from the affection I had from my grandmother. Even that alone is something I would never give up. What more if it was actually love?

The warm hug distracted me for a moment as I wondered how long had he been holding me like this. But I pushed that thought away as I remembered what I was supposed to be mentally listing right now. Which is... the pros and cons.

Right, the pros are:

I finally may have the chance of having a new family. Which means a possibly caring parents and a loving brother.

I may get to have a free life.

I may get to be loved more than I did at my past life.

I could have friends without keeping them secret from my new 'parents'.

I'm smarter than kids at my age from all the college worthy studying I did in my past life.

While the cons are:

I may become involved in something dangerous.

I may have another abusive parents.

I'll be in a world full of unfamiliar people and language.

All in all, pros outweighs cons. The cons bothered me but I already decided that I would try to live my life to the fullest in this assumingly new world. Nothing good will come out if I just brood over about what happened to me. I'll bury everything about my past deep within my heart and hopefully never have it opened ever again. I should just look forward and man up as what one of my friends told me.

I looked at my new brother and I buried my head in his neck, also noticing the way he became a bit uncomfortable. At that moment I steeled my resolved.

I'll do anything to make the pros a reality. No matter how selfish I may seem.

Outside the nursery room, there stood three figures, one of them smaller than the adult figures of the other two. The figure most probably was only 7 years old.

The 7 year old's name was Keisuke Ahiru. He has brown hair and green eyes. He was taken in by the Shiroihana Don when he was only 5, months before the twins were born. He was an abandoned child from Japan.

The woman was named Fiore Cenere Furiwarashi. Her hair was cascading in her back in long wavy black locks and her black eyes held tenderness in them even after all the deaths he had seen in the past.

The man beside her was her husband, named Saeki has blonde messy locks and dull blue eyes. He's the Furiwarashi 20th Generation Don. He took in Ahiru when he became an outcast to the rest of the people around him. Having been abandoned at a foreign land, a place far away from home, Ahiru experienced a hard life. That is, until the Furiwarashi Don took him in.

Back to what they were doing, they were watching the twins held each other with an unnatural maturity that didn't belong to a mere 2 year old. It was odd. They seemed smarter than kids their age. It was like the ones hugging each other were possibly older than they should. But there's no way...

...right?

Fiore already knows the truth. She knew the moment the doctor said her children are twins, different genders but twins nonetheless. And also, at the time when the twins were in coma the moment she was done laboring. She didn't even hear them cry which relieved her when the youngest of the twins started pouring tears 2 years later, a few days after their birth day.

October 5th.

Fiore was unconciously clutching her arms with a strained smile. This didn't go unnoticed by the two other occupants of the deserted hallway.

"They can't possibly..." Fiore swallowed nervously and spoke quietly. "They can't possibly the next heir... right...?" She looked at her husband with pleading eyes, as if begging to prove her wrong. It was obvious that she didn't want the twins to succeed him, to inherit the burdens and sins of being Mafia Bosses. She's not looking forward to seeing her twins be tainted by blood, to be forced to fight, and... to die in the battlefield.

The young Don couldn't look at her and instead just held her hand comfortingly. "It can't be helped." Even if he wasn't looking, he already knew his wife let out tears. There's nothing they could do, for the first rule of the Furiwarashi Famiglia is:

Twins, wether it be identical or fraternal, must succeed the current Boss at the moment they turn 14. Only then will a child without a twin be allowed to inherit the position for the next generation.

It was a rule that had never fail to break the previous twin bosses' bond with each other. They didn't want that to happen to their children. Even Saeki, the current boss, can't break that rule, his uncle and his guardians would hunt him down.

But it's not like he couldn't do it. He tried before, again and again and again, only to have his ass handed to him everytime by the so-called 'retired' boss and guardians. Him trying as much as he could made him the center of his uncle's wrath. It was crazy how many bones that guy could break in mere seconds.

He bit his lip as he felt useless. He couldn't even prevent the twins' misfortune in the near future. He already had half a mind to just take the twins away and bring them to a place where they could grow up normally and not have the burden of a mafia boss placed heavily on their shoulders.

Ahiru looked at the two adults before quietly leaving them alone, a thought etching itself inside his head as he paused for a moment to look at the bright full moon through the huge window beside him. 'It was definitely a curse...'

I pity those twins.

Me: From what you guys have read, this is a bit serious than the previous version. The reason for that is because all my ideas became serious ones. Not a single speck of humor are to be found but I promise that the story will become more humorous as the story goes on! 😄

Natsumi: She's also looking for a Beta. So if you're interested please tell her. Please review!

What you need to know about the Story AKA Spoilers

The Yuu from Mio's previous life, her inner, is in fact not her dead younger twin brother, Kimura Sou. Yuu has always been with her unlike her twin who already passed away.

Yuu appeared from the depths of Mio's mind at the age of 10 when he was already done sorting out his own 'memories'.

And take note, Sou will make an appearance sometime in the story, carrying lots of secrets.