The feeling of something jabbing into my back brings my senses back to light, letting out a gasp for air and breathing in deeply, each breath bringing the delightful realisation that I'm alive, actually ALIVE, human and breathing, and hopefully with all of my limbs intact. I slow and steady my breaths, taking the time to gather my thoughts.

I can't see, or open my eyes anyways, I can feel something around my skull, I'd imagine it to be a very large cloth, it feels... uncomfortable to say the least, it feel as if its violating some part of my head, so unnatural. I sniff at the air, I've normally had a bad sense of smell from before, well, dying, but it seems a fair bit sharper now, the bed smells off, as if its from a farm house made of hay, maybe that's whats the subtle shanking of my spine is? I can't move, or at least, not much, the same bandages around my head seems to cover my arms and legs as well, I can twitch my fingers but not much more. How badly was I hurt from? Is this meant to be happening too?

A small squeaking noise breaks the general silence of the room, I turn my head as much as I can to the source, though its a mostly needless motion. Someone steps towards me, the noise growing louder, was this the one that found me? I feel something weigh down on the bed, sitting next to me, and a hand pressing against my forehead, a familiar warmth materialising on my head. So this is definitely the person that found me, then.

I open my mouth to speak, to say something, but all that escapes my throat is a coughing fit, pain erupting throughout my chest as the hand on my head pushes me into the bad. Why does everything feel so wrong? I hear another noise, a soft one as I feel my body relax, like a very warm bath up to my shoulders, and after a few seconds of that, my assumed saviour lets out a small 'tsk' of disappointment. She sounds very disappointed at that, and as I frown i turn towards where the 'tsk' itself was, the hand on my head gently ruffling it. What am I? Some sort of child?

"Shh, be still, strange one, let your body be healed" A weary but calm voice speaks, with that I definitely believe shes the same woman from before. I don't exactly have a choice in the matter, I'm stuck to this bed damn you. "You have been through much, and require time to survive"

I sigh a sigh of content and relax against the bed, not much use to fighting it, but I do hope that this doesn't bite me in the ass, or her ass for the matter. I grit my teeth before opening my mouth, doing my best not to strain my throat too much, but uttering,

"T-thaaank, yooou.." I say, sounding not too different from myself eating bloody gravel and trying to spit out a sentence cause god it was painful, and with those two words I go limp, clearly I'm not exactly meant to be talking in this state.

She lets out a sigh of exasperation as well as a bop on my forehead, she herself muttering a "Men.." beneath her breath as she stands up, the sounds of her foot steps becoming more distant as I hear a door shutting. And with that, I'm left alone in this room, with nothing but my humanity and thoughts intact. I guess it could be worse?

Literally nothings happened, I don't know how long I've been restricted to this damned bed, but nothings happened for the past long ass while, the Lady walks into my room, zaps me with something that warms me up (its actually surprisingly nice, no clue what it is), sometimes she'd bring me food. Granted I actually do feel bad about her having to feed and shelter me, I may not exactly trust her completely but damn do I hate the feeling of being in debt to another. I've gained more control over my body, too, I can move my legs and arms and I can safely say that there is something definitely off about my body, mostly my legs. My arms feel more lithe, definitely, but there's a lot more muscle to it, more so than I'm used to, but these legs feels off, my feet feel so much smaller, I haven't been able to test it out cause I'm still bed bound, though.

Another squeak, the doors opening, she's been coming in a lot less often lately, not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing though. Even though my heads still covered in wrap, or band-aids, or whatever shes thrown around it, I can hear her ragged breathing, her movements a lot more sluggish, she borderline throws herself onto my (is it right to call it my own?) bed. I tilt my head and move myself up a little, resting on my elbows, at least making the gesture of looking at her.

"You, you should be healed, your kind is rather hardy after all, long day." She speaks this slowly, as if on the border of passing out, does she mean shes had a long day? What's she mean by 'your kind', too? I could ask her, but I don't imagine she'd be pleased with it after last time, instead, I move an arm towards her. Its a very very awkward process of feeling around the bed though, i touch her hands, hard and calloused and move up her arm, her skin feels dry, i can feel both of these even through bandaged hands, her shoulder, and then her face. I gently raise my hand, and then drop it onto where I assume her hair would be, and with a direct hit onto it, I gently ruffle it, sending her a smile her way. I mightn't be able to speak without her getting angry, but I can at least show appreciation.

Judging by her small chuckling, which turns into full blown laughter of all things, her voice rings throughout the room, her voice sounds so much lighter now, and my smile turns into a grin, critical success bitch! The Lady continues to laugh, and laugh she does, she actually returns my head ruffling with one of her own. After a few moments more she finally quiets down, letting out a content sigh.

"You are a very strange one indeed, but thank you for that. Come, lets get you up." She says in a firm tone, I can hear the smile on her lips as well as her moving around my bed, wait I'm actually gonna be walking now? Hell yeah! She grabs a hold of an arm and gently pulls me away from the bed, moving towards her. I jump onto my feet, I can surprisingly stand on them pretty well despite the lack of movement, though a bit wobbly, I wrap my arm around her neck and gently rest on her, letting her lead.

One step, two step, three steps, just slow and steady to get outta here. I take in deep breaths and centre myself, I'm very not used to this at all, and the sightlessness doesnt help. The Lady keeps the door open whenever she visits, so its no hassle, and as the mere atmosphere changes I realise we've actually left the room. I swallow down my excitement and continue to let her lead, with my legs sometimes smacking into random objects, she manages to sit me down without too much damage to the household, hopefully anyways. The seat itself is a wooden one, not unlike a park bench from home, the Lady lets go of my arm, instead taking to standing behind me, her hands very gently tugging at the wrap around my head.

I wait with tense excitement, I'm gonna be free of this bloody prison! I tap my fingertips on myself, feeling the stress around my skull finally being lifted, and with a few more agonising seconds, I see shapes, light and colour in front of me. I gaze around me, drinking in the sight, its a simple room, not too disimmilar to an cottage room from back home, the seat that im occupying being a part of a small but cozy table, theres no windows, but rather just empty spaces in walls that act like windows, theres a bench which i assume is for preparing food and whatnot, along with doors to other (unknown) rooms are sparse, with one leading to my previous room and two more to other parts of the house, one I assume being the Lady's room.

Oh! The Lady! I, with haste, turn around to actually observe my saviour, just like the night I saw her, a middle aged woman with wrinkles on her face, which turns upwards as I gaze at her. I smile as I look into her eyes, the same dark blue from then, and her hair a nicely neat light brown. I only smile wider as I completely turn myself around and wrap my arms around her, squeezing her lightly as she giggles, a cute elderly giggle. She returns the sign of affection, her face cuddling into my furred nec-

Wait

Wait a fucking second.

A chill goes up my spine as I feel something on my head, I can feel them move around, they feel so odd and off, are, are these meant to be ears? I take the time the Lady's celebrating, something she deserves honestly as she squeezes back to look at myself as much as I can. With her face in my neck, I look down at my arms locked around her, they're lined with fur of all things, when did she take the bandages off? Is this some sort of sick joke? Was this the pile of garbage that spinning dice meant? Am I meant to be a bloody furry?

I breathe deep, one, two, three seconds, and then breathe out, pulling away from the Lady's, her eyes lighting up as she looks up to me, is she short, or am I tall? Am I normal? A pang rings against my skull as I let out a groan and take a seat, rubbing my temple, taking care to not nudge my (assumed?) ears. The Lady looks down to me, her own head tilting, I don't want her to worry, shes worried enough. I stand up again and give her a great big smile, waving my hand away

"Hah! Don't worry about me, Miss, just a headache is all" For good measure, I puff out my chest, heroically of course, and lightly thump my hand against my chest. She actually looks rather miffed from that, raising her hand and tapping it against my nose, of which was connected to a snout. I crinkle my nose up at the touch, sticking out my tongue towards her.

"Just cause you're some sorta large beast of a Basitin, don't mean that you're invulnerable or nothing, got it kid? Please be more careful, and don't ruin the work I did on you" She chides me, she actually scolds me, a lady thats, what, half a foot smaller than I am? Despite that, I look down and frown, I feel my ears twisting downwards (a way of non verbal communication?) as I take a seat again, mumbling a soft "Sorry" towards her. She tsks again and ruffles my head, waltzing off, her head turning back and calling out

"I dunno what you things take, but do you know if you're okay with a cup of tea?" She questions me, I hum for a moment before nodding.

"If you don't mind of course, Miss Lady, I don't want to intrude too much after all" She scoffs that reply, mumbling something or other as she turns to work on the cups. I brush my hands, paws actually, over my face, feeling crusted fur along it, I really ought to have a bath of some kind. I take this time to explore the room however, maybe a mirror could help?

I take my time to look around the room, though it didn't take me long to find what I needed to, a mirror hoisted upon a wall, I look into it, and what I see is definitely not my human self. What I see facing me is a furred face, at least mostly shaped like a humans, if I don't account for the whole snout thing, and covered in (admittedly nice) light brown fur, with matching short brown hair falling down the sides of my face, thankfully a short fringe hangs along the left side of my face, at least its similar to my, uh, other body's hair in a way. Long ears resting on the side of my head, the tips of them having small 'tufts' of extra fur along it. I'm a Basitin, apparently? That's whats Lady said anyways, I look down again and look at my hands, I'm going to always think of them as hands regardless of what happens, they follow the same pallet as my face fur, a light brown over mostly humanesque hands with little claws at the end. I cant look much further than that, however, with bandages covering the rest of my body and legs, I can at least get a good look at my feet now, which are actual paws, same colour as the rest of me. The little toe beans actually remind me of cat feet, which is honestly super cute, I wonder if there's more of me, or at least cats?

I hear a whistle, and with the mirror I can actually see my ear flicker at the noise. I turn my head around and see the Lady already seated, a cup on her side and one on the other.

"Come here, Basitin, I got a fair few questions and I hope you have answers to them.." She trails off, lifting her tea cup and taking a sip before gesturing to the other one. I nod and gingerly step over to the table and plant my butt onto the seat, I didn't realise how little room I had to move on this, is this normal for a Basitin? Nonetheless, I take up the tea cup with a hand, pinky pointed out and all, and take a sip of the piping hot tea. I didn't take too long looking at the mirror, how'd she make this so quick?

"Alright, Miss Lady, what do you want to know? I'll answer as best as I can" I reply finally, god this is good tea though. As she places her cup down and rests a table on an elbow, I feel as if this is gonna take a while. I got time, she deserves that at least.

Authors note: This was originally going to be a completely different chapter, the whole reincarnation thing was going to be more literal, from a baby to a child to an adult, I realised that I have absolutely no idea how babies work and it'd take far too long to get that ball rolling. Chapter 2 will be out at the same time as chapter 1 due to so little of anything Twokinds related being incorperated into the first chapter, and I feel as if this is a better way to initiate the story. Reviews would be highly appreciated, until next time