Hello again my lovlies. Alright so I appreciate all those that read this with it being a new story and all. I promise this chapter will be longer and I'll add the g to -ing. Last chappie was kinda a POV thing so it made sense plus with her being somewhere new she lost the accent. Anywho off you go my dears.
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You know being stuck in the body of a four-month old sucked. Big time might I add. All you could eat/drink was this nasty powdered milk junk they gave you. And don't even get me started on having shit in your diaper. I think the most annoying thing though was the fact I had to have someone help me with everything. In my 'past-life' I was a loner and was very independent. So not even being able to lift my head was driving me nuts.
As for what happened to me after the woman that gave birth to the new me died. Well I went into the foster care system but now there werent really any families left to take me in. As soon as I got to one house I was being shipped off to another for some weird reason. The families always looked uncomfortable when I looked right at them. I think it's cause I got my wish and inherited my 'mom's eyes.
Another thing that worried the people in charge of me was that I was crawling in perfect ease. I could also talk to some degree it was still motsly gibberish but I could form sentences. What can I say I'm a 16 year old trapped in an infant's body. I wanted my mobility back and what better way than to seem like some genius baby and start crawling at 4 months. Ah well what do they know right?
-Two months later-
Muahahaha I finally get to see what I look like. The mother of the new group ,as I call the foster families, was geting ready to give me a bath and was waiting for the water to heat up a bit. 'Nows my chance' I thought. Giving a small cry and waving at the mirror the woman finally got the meaning of what I wanted.
"Do you like the mirror?" she asked. She then picked me up and sat me on the sink in front of it.
Holy. Mother, Of. Cheezits. I did get my mom's eyes whoot take that fate haha. Ok now that that's over I have purple hair. -_- Nice. It's a dark purple thankfully so it's not garish. Ah hell. You have got to be kidding me. Nope the mirror never lies and right now I wish it was.
Staring right back at me with it's chubby cheeks and awsome eyes was a baby with purple upside-down triangle tattoos on her cheek. Sound familiar? Well considering Mammon from KHR has the exact same ones guess what that means?
Yep you got it in one. Mammon and all his greedy self is my dad. Yay (hint the sarcasm). Damn and I thought for sure that Mammon actually was a girl under that awsome cloak. This'll blow some fanfic authors minds. Well what can ya do? Me personally I am going to keep calm and accept it for what it is.
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Ahhhh! who am I kidding does anyone realize what this means for me. I mean holy crap an Arcabaleno is my father for crying out loud. I know for a fact he has his share of enemies what if they come after me. And oh my god does this mean I have to get involved in the mafia too. Wait does this mean I also have DW flames. Sweet ok I can now ignore everything else now. Hmm I wonder which ones I got. Oh well I'm sleepy now so I'll think about this later.
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Hmmm that turned out good as far as I know. Haha didn't expect it do be Mammon's daughter did you nyahaha. Anyways please tell me what you think and constructive critisism would be appreciated. Reviews help the author stay inspired.