Published: 7/8/2015; Saturday; 7:12pm (Arizona Time); Unedited
Okay, Maddie, breathe—deep breaths. I looked up and met the doctor's eyes, holding contact before waving my arms in agitation; pick me up! Though the fact that I had had probably thousands of different fanfiction running through my head when I realized I had been reborn, I really doubt I had been reborn in an anime, let alone my favorite one. Okay, so I was reborn as a baby...what now?
Though my eyesight had changed a bit, everything seemed to look that it was out of a cartoon, two dimensional, it was weird. I made a grunting noise and continued to wave my arms, kicking my legs a couple times—at least I can control them.
"This child…" the doctor finally picked me up, a weird look in his eye, "…so active, so beautiful…so perfect…"
I stopped moving, and just stared at him, confused. What did he mean by that?
I paused, normally when people are born again, they don't remember anything from before. Yet here I am, a newborn baby with full memory of a life of an almost seventeen year old…why me? The images of a my body hitting my body flew to my mind; the pain, the blood, the blazing sun, the black and white vision. But what was in between? I feel like there was something there, but I couldn't recall anything.
Pay attention.
I tensed at the sudden voice in my head, and blinked up to meet the sight of a beautiful woman, unmoving and lifeless. An older woman beside her cried out, holding a blue bundle in her arms. Nurses pushed her away, the doctor handed me over to one of them and went to the woman on the bed. They rolled a machine over and he grabbed two paddles. My eyes widened a bit, had the woman's heart stopped?
"Clear!" The old woman continued crying, hugging the blue bundle to her and reached over to me as well. The nurse handed me to her, and she brought the both of close to her, whispering words to us.
"It'll be okay," she said, "it'll all be okay…"
It was then I realized that she was speaking a different language that I had taken two years of in junior and senior year for credits to graduate.
French. The woman, and everyone else as well, was speaking French.
Two minutes passed and the woman still had no heartbeat.
"I'll take care of you," the old woman whispered, "Grandma will take care of you two…" she cried harder, sinking down into a chair as she held us closer yet gently.
She was my grandmother? That meant that woman…was my mother. I glanced over to the other bundle, and noted the features of, I'm guessing because of the blanket, the boy. Not much hair, considering he was just born, and sleeping soundly, but I noticed something odd. He had little triangle markings under his eyes, or coming from them. Isn't that something they should check? Do I have them?! Wait-
They looked sort of familiar...like I had seen them somewhere before, but where?
"Abbah!" I blubbered through my baby mouth, trying to get the attention of my Grandmother. It had been three months and seventeen days since my birth and the death of my mother, and counting.
I had learned much in that time, noticing things I hadn't before. It started with my vision; everything was cartoon-ish, basically two-dimensional. Then, it was with my brother, Fran, and I knew the name from somewhere but had no place to put it. But I did figure out where I am; in an anime or manga, problem is, I have no clue which on it is.
Now, you must be thinking, "but you were reborn with your memories right? Why can't you remember it?" My answer is: I can't.
I thought so hard to the point I gave myself a headache and cried because my new baby body was unable to handle the pain yet. I can't access certain parts of my memories, it's as if they need to be triggered.
"Yes, Lacie-dear?" My grandmother looked over from her book, smiling at me gently. I gurgled in excitement, I got her attention!
"Yum!" Alright, so I was still unable to pronounce some words due to lack of control in baby muscles and nerves, don't forget teeth too, so I had a limited vocabulary for a while.
Was being a baby really this hard?
"Hungry? Alright, let's go get your bottle, hm? How about Fran?"
I looked over at Fran across the baby play pen that was set up around us, he played with the blocks quietly, and if something frustrated him he would pout and chuck the block. It was actually really funny.
I looked back to Grandmother and shrugged, "Dunno!"
She giggled, used to me being smarter than the average baby (when I first spoke I was only a month and two weeks old, I really wanted that apple sauce). "Well I get both of you some, I'll be right back. Behave, alright?"
"Yeth."
She bookmarked her book and set it on the stand next to her chair, getting up and heading for the kitchen, humming a familiar tune. I believe it was London Bridge.
Suddenly I was knocked over, surprising me so much I squealed. I glared at whatever it was only to blink as I saw my face pouting at me.
"Fwan?" I asked, adjusting myself as much as I could to my abilities and pushed him off gently. "Wha'?"
He kicked his legs a couple of times, waving his arms, "Foo!"
I grinned, so he was hungry after all. "Mm!" He giggled and toppled over, and just kept kicking and waving while little bells of his laughter. I had the cutest brother ever, I swear.
"Lacie, Fran," Grandmother called as she walked in and over to us, "time to eat." Picking us up in each arm, Fran and I swatted each other with our hands playfully, giggling the whole way. I felt so nice, so alive, so free.
But my heart ached for my parents, my real parents, my true mother and father. Both which don't exist here, one is dead and the other most likely depressed about his daughter leaving like his wife.
Dying.
I paused in my swatting war with Fran, staring at him with only love and endearment.
I looked over at my grandmother, who was smiling away. While her daughter died, my mother, she would at least be able to take care of us. Her grandchildren.
She sat us in our food chairs, handing me my baby utensils and going over to help Fran eat. Yes, I could eat by myself, if definitely helped her out as well I feeding us. I heard a familiar neigh outside, making grandmother look outside the window, smiling gently then over to me. I stared at her with hope and puppy dog eyes.
I had figured out that we owned and lived on a farm; it was how my grandmother madea living, selling fruits, vegetables and eggs in the market. My mother lived and helped out here, she grew up with beautiful animals and nature by her side. I loved animals, marine life and reptiles, but I hated every insect except butterflies.
And I've been wanted to meet the animals she has and she just hasn't let me. I was only three months old after all.
She sighed, chuckling a bit.
"Alright, alright," she shot me a warning look, "but this is the only time I will be taking you out until you're five."
'But that's four years and nine months away!' I whined in my mind. I nodded reluctantly, it was better than not at all, and continued eating. I finished my homemade applesauce and clapped my hands. Grandmother glanced over, and wiped off the bit of food around Fran's mouth, she seemed to have just finished up too. I was getting really excited.
She picked us up once again and went upstairs to our room, setting us on the bed and pointed, "Don't move or I won't take you." She turned around and went to the drawers. Fran flopped down, looking over at me with wide eyes. I had no doubt that he was smart and that we would be able to grow up without conflict. I fell back next to him, stating as well.
We stayed like that while our grandmother searched for appropriate clothes, quiet, still, and then sent him a closed-eyed smile, giggling.
I wouldn't mind reliving my life if it's like this, it's nice, calm, peaceful- I loved it.
A sudden 'whack' echoed through the room and interrupting my happiness. My eyes sting as they filled with tears, I grunted and slapped his face back. He glared and we started swatting at each other again.
So maybe our relationship has some kinks, but hey, what's a good relationship without flaws?