^^Picture above: (credits to the owner of the picture on the right)
I couldn't find any picture that looks like my character, so I decided to make my own.
The picture on the left I drew it :D. Though my drawing skills are still not to the level of expert, I looked up on Google and tried to imitate it. Apologizes for the unclear lines, the image was too dark that I had to adjust the brightness and contrast to make it appealing.
Fun fact: I took it from the main character of 'Suddenly becoming a princess one day'. Thus it is not my art but I changed it a little to suit my image of my OC. Just imagine the colors coz I was lazy to color it :p. Her hair is white blonde with brown ends and her irises are blue-green-yellow-white. Lol, I know why there are so many colors, well guys, it's a secret ;) Haha, just think of the blend of colors from dark to white.
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I was not amused. Coming out from that place and wailing like a banshee. Bathed in warm water and got touched in all places. A white blonde haired man cooed at me and got up-closed at my face to examine my eyes. I lifted my hand-god baby's coordination were troublesome-and slapped his face, though it felt like light touch.
I watched his face uplifted and out of nowhere, glitters and flowers surrounded him. I guaranteed he will be the doting parent in the future. I was shocked to see him openly expressed his affections. Back then, my previous father did not show this often. He was once a kind man but everything turned upside down after mother left. Something swelled inside me. It was an unfamiliar feeling. For some reason, I did not feel like I dislike this loving moment. I decided to allow myself to bask in my father's warm yet firm hold, blankly looking at him doing all .
Slowly, my eyes drooped and my body relaxed in my comfortable cocoon. I lulled into sleepiness, listening to my new father's coos.
In this life, I was reincarnated into a baby of new parents. My father was a tall and have a toned physique-hard muscles underneath his wrinkled buttoned shirt when he held me. He has white blonde hair and narrowed bright blue eyes, along with a sharp jawline. From his looks, he could attract many women and made their hearts ran wild.
My mother is of average height and a petite figure. She has chestnut brownish-orange hair and an odd pair of milky white eyes. Which caught me by surprise. Is she a Hyuga? That thought excites me a little, however being reincarnated into a world filled with wars, fighting and other destruction was not on my bucket list. If you looked closer to her irises, you noticed that Hyugas have a slight shade of lavender while she has none. Just pure white. I felt pity for her as she suffered in a world of darkness. She neither could see the world around her in colors nor see her child's features. To cope with the lack of sight, she needed to use other senses to absorb information. Touching the person's face was the only way to "see" what they looked like. She listened to their voices and categorized who belonged to. I could not imagine how hard her life was. Yet, each individual has their own struggles and weaknesses to cope in life.
My last life was hard as I struggled to balance between work and school. I needed the money to support myself and my family. I was so focused on making money and my academics that I did not recognize how outcast I was. Barely, I talked to my classmates and participated in school activities. Only three people made way into my life.
The thought of my previous life made me wonder about my family and friends. Are they doing well? They must be grieving after my death. Grandmother and Little nugget will be depressed about the news. The house will only have two people. I wonder if they have enough income to support the house and place food on the table. Little nugget was 13-years-old and just finished second year of middle school. What will he look like when he grew older? What happened to my friends? Are they fine? All these questions increased anxiety and concern. I felt tears coming out and my throat released a whimper.
Damn that shadow! I have yet to ask him.
If only that troublemaker Dan would just think twice on going to the woods to witness paranormal activities or ghosts. Then we would not gain consequences that affect our lives! Right before graduation day, he could not settle down and wanted to explore the mysteries of the world. How I wish to throw a dictionary book at him.
I grumbled under my breath and glared at the ceiling above me. It has been a few days since my birth and the doctors did screenings on me to check on my health condition. As a baby, the body functions worked differently. I slept mostly throughout the whole day, waking up at in the middle of the night, daydreaming of my previous self.
After spending hours in this dull room filled with crying companions, my mother was finally discharged with me. My life with this family begun.
"We are home, Chi-chan~"
My new name, Hiragii Chisaki, meaning 'thousand blossoms'. Sounds like a good name. Kind of reminds me of Nisekoi, the two main female characters, the bold, tsundere heiress of an American gang Chitoge and the discreet, timid daughter of a eccentric pastry chef, Kosaki. You take out the 'Chi' from Chitoge and the 'saki' from Kosaki. Boom, you got my name. A nice contrast of sweet and spicy.
My father unbuckled my seat belt and took me under my arms from the car seat. He entered a two story white house with maroon roofs.
He walked up the staircase and turned to a hallway towards a door at the end. He opened the door and allowed me to inspect it. The walls painted white, the floor was made of wood, stars and different shapes plastered on the ceiling. Father, or should I say Papa, placed me in a rosewood crib. He tucked me in and kissed my head.
"Sleep tight, my little flower," he whispered and reached up a hand to turn the wind chime that hung above me. Soft, tinkling rhythms played, the figures; flowers, beads, animals rotated. I did not want to sleep, my mind nagged at me to know where am I. However, my baby senses betrayed me, drowsiness seeped in and shut my eyes to sleep.
Oh well, I could find out the next day....
That did not happen.
I spent many months laying in my crib, being fed breast milk-oh god that was humiliating-and changed dirty diapers. It was unpleasant to feel your feces in your diapers. Now, I know why babies have to cry out their discomfort. Although, I did not like to be changed. Even if I was a baby, I still have the dignity of an 18-year-old girl and I opposed the idea of letting other people changed my diapers.
As time passed, I grew use to this routine but still felt embarrassed whenever I got changed. When you are a baby, your strength was not as strong as an adult and you could barely move about in this tiny body; flailing your arms and legs on your back.
So far, I could crawl when I was at least six months old. Then three months later, I could stand but my jelly legs were not prepared to take the first steps. I was determined to walk as I wanted to quickly grow up. My parents were ecstatic and took out a camera to capture me in my baby glory.
"Chi-chan~ Come to Papa~"
The white blonde man squatted in front of me, a few meters from me, arms open beckoning me to crawl to him. In one of his hands, a digital camera held in between his index finger and thumb. I sat on all-fours, blank eyes stared at him. My mother sat on the couch, listening to his babbling and smiled inwardly. How she wished she could also witness her daughter's first steps. In her world of never-ending darkness, she could not see how colors looked like nor see her family's faces. She did not know the reason of females being the misfortune in her bloodline. Her child was the only exception to escape that.
"Chi-chan~ Come here~ I will catch you when you fall~ Don't be afraid! Come to Papa's arms!"
He continued on to encourage me as I was not willing to move or stand up. I just sat there, staring at him like a clueless baby. My 18-year-old self did not like to be babied, though I am a baby. So, I just crawled to the playmat and grabbed onto a fluffy object. Which was a yellow bird. Strangely, I found the stuffed toy to be familiar. I rubbed my face in its fur-it's so fluffy, my father whining in the background:"My baby girl, why the stuffed animal~!"
My mother giggled at my father's cries and stood up from the couch. One hand on the couch backrest, touching the smooth, leather fabric. When she reached the end, she slowly guided herself to me. Her foot stepped on the playmat, the soft fur material tickled her skin. She crouched down, her hand wandering about. To help her, I crawled to her, allowing her hands to rest on me. When she felt the warmth from my body, she sat on her knees and bought me up to her lap.
"Chi-chan, papa can be quite the whiny type. He gets excited when he sees you growing up. So, let's try to take the first steps little by little, okay?"
She told me in a hushed voice, though loud enough for Father to pout at her comment. She lifted me up to my feet and stabilized my stance. With a gentle push, I wobbled at my first step. Cue Father to swiftly hit the record button. He beckoned me to move closer, eyes twinkling in anticipation. I shakily stepped forward, slowly inching to him.
"That's it, Chi-chan! Keep it up!"
My mother clapped her hands and said some encouragement along. Just as I was a few feet away from my father, my legs gave up and I fell on my butt. I scowled. Cursing at my tiny, disproportionate body for making me this way.
My anger triggered my baby senses. Tears welled up my eyes, threatening to fall. Seeing this, Father panicked and scooped me up into his muscular arms.
"There, there, Chi-chan. Its probably too early for you. But you still take your first steps! I even recorded the whole thing!"
When will this body grow taller....
While my annoyance directed at this tiny, pudgy body, the doorbell rung, snapping me from my trance. Father gave me to Mother and went to the doorstep to check. I heard a loud "Welcome to my home, pal!" and shuffling. Footsteps stomped on the wooden flooring. Walked in Father, followed by a man and woman. The woman held a small boy, around the same age as me, with bright red hair like cherry. I could not describe him further as he buried his face in his mother's bosom. He may be shy, I thought.
Something at the back of my mind nagged at me that there was something fishy about them. I did not know what was it about and furrowed my eyebrows in concentration. I stared at the man, seeing his maroon hair and red eyes. I puckered my lower lip and squinted my eyes. There was definitely something about that man.
Father went over to Mother and guided her to greet them, brushing her protests of helping her when she could walk on her own. Father introduced me to them and poked my cheek when I did not respond. I ignored his antics and continued to survey the man in front of her, now that I had an up close view of them. Red orbs with a compass in each one.
I felt something missing, and I could not figure it out. It was like finding the missing piece in a puzzle.
"It seems like the little one have taken a liking to me," the man chuckled, poking my cheek.
What was the piece that was missing? The man? Well, he seems quite friendly and harmless. The headache grew inside when I contemplated the guests.
"Chi-chan, are you all right? You are staring for a while," concern flashed in Father's face, eyebrows furrowed ocean blue eyes. He lifted me out of Mother's arms and peered at my concentrated look.
"I think she is analyzing me, look at her pouting," the man patted my head. "Only one way to find out."
He approached me closer until a few centimeters from my face. His eyes, the compass inside the irises was more profound.
That compass, plus the red features. The back of my mind nagged louder, something was off.
"Hello, Chisaki-chan. My name is Kozato Makoto. I am a friend of your parents."
Kozato Makoto...? What kind of name he owned which was similar to a fiction character? No, wait. The red hair, compass in red eyes, his name absorbed in my mind.
Then the woman came besides the man, the small being still facing away from me.
"And I am Akira. This is our son, Enma."
She moved the tiny body to face me. Red eyes with the same compass as the man. The boy stared back at me.
Then everything clicked. My jaw went slack.
Oh shit
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Sorry for the late update! School started and I needed to prepare for the upcoming work. I will try to update every weekend. Thank you for reading!!