411Disclaimer: I do not owe Assassination Classroom
II.
The next time I woke up was confusing. Instead of the play room I had been before, I found myself in another room. The walls were colored in a light green and I was sitting on a couch. Beside me was a delicate woman, humming a soft lullaby. I watched her reading a book. The letters looked foreign and I realized they were Japanese Kanji. I was a zealous fan of manga and anime but I never learned the language. I never deemed it as important. Well, I regret that decision now. The woman took notice of me being awake.
''Oh, Sayori! You finally awake? I have been waiting for you to snap out of your daze. It's time for dinner.''
Surprisingly I could understand her. My mind was still thinking in my first birth language which was actually German, but the Japanese was easy to understand and came naturally. Snapping out of my musings I noticed the woman carrying me into a new room what seemed to be the kitchen. She sat me down into a highchair and began to prepare the food.
I began to asses my situation.
I was still in the child body and the woman was most likely the mother. A few memories of the girl popped into my head. Her name was Sayori. She was two years old and lived with her mother and father with no siblings. From what she could remember I was able to conjure a picture of her life. Another memory flooded my mind.
The little Sayori was innocently playing with her toys and grinning happily at her giant bunny. Suddenly she began coughing violently and her lungs couldn't supply enough oxygen.
After a few antagonizing minutes, she stopped moving and her limp body lay still on the floor. Suddenly the former corps sat up. It observed the bunny which the little girl had played with. She shoved it aside.
I recognized my own actions. This girl... had... died. I was occupying the body of the dead girl. No... The body seemed to function properly. Her mind seemed to have given up and now I was there in her stead. Or had I simply hijacked her body? I think I filled the empty shell of this body since the girl's mind was gone. But why was I here? Was I really dead?
'Yes,' answered a small voice in my head.
It scared me. I couldn't deny the truth. I knew I was dead and that realization scared me. I decided that I would deal with that later, because the woman, my new mother, came with my dinner.
After the meal of baby food and embarrassingly being feed, I continued to ponder. My thoughts circled around my new predicament. I left everything behind and simply died. Guilt was gnawing on my mind. I didn't intend on leaving my family behind. They were everything to me and I lived by those principles. Maybe they wouldn't be too devastated and would be able to move on... Wait! I died and was apparently... reborn? Maybe they were alive and I would be able to see if they were alright. I just had to get my hands on a computer in the future. Yes, I set myself a goal. I could go through this.
A bit of doubt settled in my mind, questioning my sanity.
It didn't matter, did it? Even if I was just imaging all this, it wouldn't hurt me if I just tried to live this life. I would fully use the potential that this body was giving me. For myself and that little girl, that would have lived this life. Maybe I was just trying to convince myself but I was trying to see this as a new chance and not as a curse, that someone decided set upon me.
The days went over in a daze and I just tried to get used to it. I spent a huge amount of time with my mother and tried to learn as much Japanese as I could because a child's brain just soaked all the knowledge up like a sponge. It was honestly astounding. I was going to use that to the fullest and learn at least two new languages. I could already speak four and if you include Japanese it was five but I was kind of greedy. Well, I liked languages and being able to talk in so many was something I had really enjoyed in my past life. But firstly, I had to learn Japanese from my mother. She had black hair and kind, brown eyes. Her face was nicely heart-shaped and she looked beautiful.
I still hadn't looked at the mirror and I really didn't intend to. I had maybe accepted the fact that I died but to look at a mirror and not to recognize the face that stared back at you was unnerving and just plain creepy. I had lived 25 years with another face and now to suddenly have a new one was a fact hard for me to accept.
My new father came home in the evenings and seemed to be a business man. His hair was colored in a dark shade of blue. Just like in an anime where people had just plain weird hair colors. I was thrown out of my musings when the person whom I had been thinking about tapped my nose.
''Sayo-chan? Are you with me?'' my father asked me with a smile. My parents had noticed my tendency to space out and teased me quite often because of it. His gray eyes were twinkling good-natured at me and waited for me to answer.
''Hai!''
''Good,'' My father grinned. ''We are going to eat now. Let's wash our hands.''
I think I took my situation quite well. I wasn't panicking because of it and accepted it. At least I didn't scream bloody murder and tried to destroy anything nearby. I saw the two adults now as my parents. There was maybe first a sting of betrayal on my side but this was a new chapter of my life... or lives. See it how you deem it appropriate.
This is my first fanfic and I'm quite nervous because of that. I hope you enjoy my story. If you find any grammar mistakes review or so. English isn't my first language so please forgive me.
- Yuki
Edited: 2/14/2016