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I woke up surrounded by darkness. I use the term 'woke up' very loosely but it was the only term I could think of to describe what I'm feeling right now. Everything was moving at such a fast pace that I didn't know right from left, up from down. I felt so lost and everything was spinning and squeezing me so tight pleasemakeitstop until everything stopped and all I could feel is warmth. A kind of warmth that was reminiscent to a mothers
embrace. Something that I can't even remember feeling. Suddenly a gentle yet familiar voice said one thing before a brutal light hit my eyes.
"Be safe my child. Remember Mama will always love you. Please remember how to love, laugh, and feel."
Here the voice cracked a bit before going on
"I am so sorry for what they did to you and am going to block some of the
worst memories you had in that place"
The voice sounded a bit like- but it couldn't be!
"Good luck on your next adventure my beautiful baby girl."
The voice paused for a bit before chuckling" or should I say my baby boy."
'M-MAMA!'
Then a wailing sound pierced the air as voices began congratulating someone "Omedetō sore wa otokonokodesu!"
Having studied a bit of Japanese and blaming it on baby hormones, a stench of poop filled the air 'what did I get
myself into!?
TIMESKIP
When I woke up again or rather my mind woke up again.
I noticed the changes rather quickly. First off, I was a boy. To be honest I was hysterically relived though I did notice some similarities between a female and I quite clearly.
My face had turned narrower, my lips once thin as two sardines had turned fuller, and my eyelashes had also gotten longer and darker. So I was a very feminine boy, though it wasn't until later that I found out exactly why. My eyes are a very different from my last life. Instead of the dead maroon eyes staring back at me, they were a lively cyan color that my mom loved gushing over.
She said that they reminded her of a past lover and then she would get very sad. It would take hours to get her back to her old cheerful self, and even then a glimmer of sadness would still remain in her cerulean eyes. My mom, Kikyo-san, she-she is one amazing women.
Though she will never replace my mother from my old life, I feel she nestled her way right into my heart. She realized that I didn't exactly appreciate touching, affectionate or otherwise, so she did what she thought was best and taught me to fight and dance. Things I didn't even know that I loved or even needed until it was bought to my attention. The only way she felt that she could connect with me, whether it was pats on my head in congratulations for winning a match or affectionate head buds, was when we were fighting physically or music. Though my hair would always get in the way, I could never cut it, not after the last conversation I had with m-mom.
Flashback to little Akiko
"Mom?"
"Yes, Little one?"
"Can I get a haircut, I want to look like a boy, a real one. My features are already femin-"
"WHAT! I thought it would be something we could relate on~"
"But-but we already have dancing and fighting an-"
~Cue pout
"Mom-"
~Cue Bigger pout
"Liste-"
~Cue huge pout with puppy eyes
"Okay mum, but you have to buy me vanilla milk shakes for the rest of my life!"
"Alright sweetheart, as long as you keep your hair as it is I would buy you the world."
"Okay~"
Flashback end~~~
…I'm tough I promise.
So yeah, my hair is usually kept in a fishtail braid because my mom likes the extra time it gives us to spend together,reaching the back of my knees. Its long I know but you try and say no to that face. Its slightly curly and a very deep dark black, almost obsidian if that makes sense. Right now I'm now on my way to Namimori Middle after begging my mom to reconsider homeschooling, and even then the only reason I won was because I said she can play with my hair for half an hour longer. Though the joke is on her because I like having my hair played with, but I think she knows from the slightly amused smirk that slid onto her usually kind and understanding face. Hmmm, whatever.