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Time skip 2 years later
The feeling of sunshine glaring at my face made me groan, gingerly blinking my eyes awake and trying to rub the sleep from my eyes, I yawned. Glancing at a nearby clock in my room to find that it's 5:30 AM, I feel a grin crossing my face.
Ever since I'm able to walk and talk, I dedicate myself to adopt a more healthy lifestyle compared to my last life, so I make a training regiment of sorts, waking up early, and stretching to improve my flexibility.
Deciding to start stretching now, I hop off of my bed to the center of my room and start to do a training routine I've been working on, while musing my past two years in this world. It turns out, I live in Japan, I don't know exactly which area, because my mother rarely brings me outside - due to me being so young - I'm kinda clueless about what world I am, there are still modern technology, cars and everything, but because of my lack of human contact - besides my mother - I can't find out anything strange yet.
Oh, and my name is Tsukihime, and I've watched enough anime to know it means 'Moon Princess', which is a really rare name, I'm kinda honoured though.
Anyway, after stretching I walked down to the kitchen, finding my mother there making breakfast and humming to herself.
I tilted my head, curious, "Okaa-chan? What's gotten you so happy today?" she's usually not this happy on mornings.
Already used to my daily schedule, and ignoring how a two year old have normal sleep schedule, my mother turned to faced me happily, "It's your birthday Tsuki-chan! Aren't you happy?" I blinked, huh, I forgot. "You didn't forget did you?" she questioned.
I can feel heat rushing to my cheeks, "I did actually," I sheepishly laughed.
My mother giggles, bending down and brushing my messy hair, "Okaa-chan prepared your favorite breakfast, after that we can go to the park, okay?" I nodded eagerly, exited at the rare time I was allowed to go out, with adult supervision of course.
That's when I catch a wisp of a delicious smell, and I can practically feel my stomach growling. With my stomach leading the way, I hopped on a chair and gazed the assortments of food, my eyes practically sparkling.
A clap distracts me away from gazing at the heavenly buffet, and I meet the beaming smile of my mother, "Go ahead," she gestures to the row of food, "try some,"
I picked up a fork and cut a piece from the layered pancake in front of me, and started eating it, only to moan in bliss at the taste.
I opened my eyes and meet my mother's amused gaze, "So," she prompts, "how's the food?"
I shoved a forkful of heavenly pancake into my mouth before answering, "I've been blessed by the goddess of cooking herself," I do a mock bow, a little difficult by the fact that I'm sitting in a chair.
My mother giggles, her eyes fond, "Your father used to love my cooking too," she wistfully said.
I stopped eating.
That topic always makes my mood darken, and the omelettè that I just swallowed vaguely tasted like ash.
Ever since I was born in this world, my so called father was never there for me, and never there for my mother. I've seen my mother crying in the middle of the night sometimes, and I've seen how Okaa-chan's face lights up at sheer joy when she speaks with my father on the rare time he managed to call his family.
By the time I've turned one year old, I've developed a dislike to him, my mother noticed, and tried to explain that he was never there because his job as a construction worker. But it just fed the fire, because what construction worker worked at Antarctica of all places, and sends postcards with penguins?
It's all a lie, and I know it. I've been thinking about telling mother about it, but sometimes, when I see how she talks to father on the phone, I'm afraid that her mental health will decline, with knowing that her husband is a liar. I don't know what to do about my parents current situation.
So I just decided to wait, hiding my dislike for the man I called father, just so that my mother can be happy. That's the least I could do for her.
Eventually noticing my lack of response and the fact I've stopped eating, my mother just smiles sadly. I shrugged and continued eating, albeit with less fervour.
A couple of minutes later, with all plates empty, and I've just finished placing the clean plates in their place, my mother calls, "Tsuki-chan! Your uncles and aunts sends you a couple of clothes, they just arrived this morning, come upstairs!" she shouts, shrugging because I can't find anything else to do, I go upstairs.
As soon as I arrived upstairs, I walked to my mother's bedroom, blinking at the sight of a cardboard box as tall as my current height, "Um, Okaa-chan? You said a couple of clothes," I pointed at the pile of clothes my mother's picking up, "that's enough to start a fashion show,"
Mother giggles and picked up a pair of frilly dresses in which I scowled, seeing my expression, she pouts. But resistance proofed to be futile when a minute later I'm being dressed up like a doll.
After felling like an eternity but is actually a few minutes my mother claps happily, and cooed, "You look adorable Tsuki-chan, why don't you look at the mirror?"
I relucantly walked to the far side of the bedroom where a tall mirror stand, when I catch my reflection. I froze.
I knew that my father was foregin-blooded, when in the postcards he sends he was blond, and I half suspected that I would be too.
So I know I'm possibly blonde, but what catches me off guard is the fact that my face is an exact replica ofSawada Tsunayoshi if he was female and blond.
Seeing my blank stare at the mirror, my mother calls me, "Tsuki-chan? Is everything okay?" her face is full of concern, but I wasn't focusing on that.
"Okaa-chan?" I ask, a sliver of panic in my voice, "where exactly do we live?"
"We live in Namimori, Japan,"
My brain halts.
Kami-sama, what have I've gotten into?
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A/N : So this is the longest chapter I've ever written, a mere 1k words, but it's still an achievement for me. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, thanks for reading.-Nesia24