Summary: A boring girl, with a boring life that's from our world dies and is reincarnated into her favorite anime: Matantei Loki Ragnarok, and as Mayura Daidouji! What happens when she also has her memories? Insanity, of course! "If I wasn't sure the universe was against me before, than I'm pretty now."

Disclaimer! I don't own Matantei Loki Ragnarok!

Three words to sum up life as a baby: BORING. AS. HELL.

I mean seriously, all babies ever do is cry, eat, sleep, pee/poop, and the cycle repeats over and over again! It took some time to get used to the fact that I was Mayura and that I was in an anime. The most interesting thing that's happened is that Mayura's (my) mom found me a 'playmate'.

By playmate, I mean an idiotic, nincompoop, annoying, little girl by the named Aimi Itsubou. She is short (so am I, but who cares) annoying, and like any other toddler. I met her when I was 2. She had auburn hair wide, innocent, brown, puppy eyes, and the most annoying smile ever. She carried around a teddy bear named Jirou everywhere with her.

What was even worse than having to spend time with her is the kindergarten teacher who I met when I was 6. Nakagawa-sensei has this sparkly, annoying smile that he wears daily. He's 'kyaa~'ing every-fucking-day. Is he really a man? Or is transsexual? I don't want to know so no one ever tell me, please.

Hana-san, Mayura's mom, tried to force me into a dress as always. "YADA! I DON'T WANNA WEAR A DRESS!" I cried/screamed out. "But Mayura, you look so cute! Come on; try this nice pretty dress for mommy!" The dress was bright yellow and puffy with pink flowers.

"Now, now dear, I'm sure Mayura-chan will try it on later! Right now she needs to go to school!" Thank you, Daidouji-san! YOU ARE A LIFESAVER! (I won't try it on later, though)

20 min later

"WHAT TIME IS IT KIDS?"

"It's snack time!"

"I CAN'T HEAR YOU!"

"IT'S SNACK TIME"

OMG. This is so idiotic, I want to cry. Or bang my head against the wall. Either sounds really good right now.

"Mayura-chan, what would you like, crackers or cookies? Or maybe even doggie graham crackers?"

The fuck? I feel like I should preform homicide. But it's illegal, so maybe I should trick someone else to do it? Like mind control? Maybe I shou–

"So it seems I'm not the only sane one here." A very stuck up voice said. It sounds familiar, like that Koutarou dude…

I turned around and saw….

The Koutarou dude. Seriously, I must have jinxed myself somehow. How else would I suddenly meet up with the rich brat here of all places, a public kindergarten!

"My name is Kotaro Kakinouchi, what about you?" He asked a moment later.

"I'm Mayura Daidouji."

"Not talkative are you?"

"…"

Later that day

"Mayura-chan, Mayura-chan!" That of course, is Aimi.

"Who's she?" Then there's Koutarou.

"Hn." I did my Hibari Kyoya impression.

"?" I nearly laughed. Both Koutarou and Aimi had a question mark above their heads with a confused expression.

"Mayura-chan!" There's dad.

"Bye!" Aimi sparkled.

"See you." Koutarou coolly said and walked to his limo.

"Had a good day?" Dad, as usual, asked.

"It was….exceptionally fine today."

"Great!" And then we sped off toward the dawn.

….

Not really. Dad did his crazy rants about how stupid some people were about spirits and other nonsense, as usual.

I knew dad could see the spirits and such, but chose not to believe them. I wonder if I could see them.

1 Year Later

Shit. Shitty Shit Shit. I had forgotten that Mayura/my mom had died when Maura/I was young. Aimi had moved away awhile, so I convinced mom and dad to get me a puppy. I got a golden retriever that I named Stella. She had Stella's personality from Cuticle Detective Inaba, hence the name. I had already read up about many types of mythology and taught Stella stuff about tracking. I had somehow gained another 'friend' named Isamu Shiroyasha. He's a delinquent of some sort, or that's what he tries to make everyone think. If you know him well enough, like me, than he's a big softy and very intelligent. Anyways, back to mom.

I couldn't believe I had forgotten this. I knew I couldn't change anything, but still, I knew her disease and all, I could have prolonged it! If only I remembered…

It's been 15 hours since mom entered the hospital and the doctors just came out.

"I apologize, Daidouji-san, your wife has passed on."

No, NO! I hadn't known her for long, but it hurt badly. Why was life so unfair? Hana Daidouji was only 27 years old. Why did she have to die so young?

Based on dad's face, he felt the same. I noticed the doctors and nurses giving us pitying looks.

Stupid doctors. Stupid nurses. Giving us pitying looks won't solve a thing. In the end, Hel has claimed her soul. Or Hades. Or Shinigami. Either way, death appeared to her, and now she's gone.

A couple of days later, mom's funeral was held.

"Hana was a beautiful, caring daughter, wife, and mother. May you Rest in Peace."

Everyone bowed their heads and/or cried. This once again shows that death claims anyone young or old, it doesn't care.

I felt tears leaking out from my eyes. Huh, when was the last time I cried? I think it was a decade or so ago when my other dad was murdered, and I vowed not to cry ever again. It stuck to close to home, and I believe that dad and I will have an awfully, difficult time. Maybe I should put my kendo and kung Fu skills up to use, I believe I'm starting to get rusty…..

I think I'm crying… That was the saddest thing I've ever written…. Please review, flames are welcomed as well! :3