Chapter 1 : Dèjá Vu

'Thinking'

"Talking"

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When one wakes up from DEATH, many a person will tell you how miraculous such an occasion is, of course they have never actually woken up from the dead before so they wouldn't know that when you wake up all you feel is a constant exhaustion and pain from forcing your body to reanimate after it's shutdown.

It felt like hours went by as I fought the beasts called pain and exhaustion in order to claw my way out of unconsciousness to the waking world.

Finally - F*ck*ng Finally - I could feel myself becoming concious, of course by that I mean I could actually start to feel everything around me and that my sense were all coming back online.

It took a while but I forced my eyes to flicker open and then promptly shut them again with a hiss. The abrupt brightness had hurt my eyes ( would someone PLEASE dim the lights) and as I took a slow, deep breath, I carefully opened my eyes (inch by tiny inch) so that they could adjust to lighting around me.

As soon as they were accustomed to the light I took a quick and casual glance around the room just to get a feel of where I was.

'Primitive' that was the first word that came to mind. The room was circular on shape and seemed to be underground as there were no windows of which could be seen. The walls of the room looked like they were naturally formed out of dirt and dried clay, the light from which I had shied away from earlier was naught but a single oil lamp which gave the room a very solitary feel.

The entire room was minimalistic, the only things with in this room that I had seen from my casual survey so far were crates, I was even leaning on  one of them. It was becoming quite uncomfortable sitting where I was, seeing as the floor was only made out of dirt and very pointy pebbles.

The next thing I looked at in my inspection was the door, it looked like a door straight out of the medieval era, what with its shape being rectangular, also being made out of a sturdy wood and of course the iron hinges and handle, there wasn't even a proper lock, hell it didn't have a lock.

Out of the corner of my I saw something shiny (A/N - Pinky Pie: Ooo shiny! Author: Damnit Pinky Pie, its my story! get back to yours!

Pinky Pie: *Giggles and runs off*

Author: *Swears colourfully* Er sorry people back to the story, eh he he he *disappears behind a random curtain*) wanting to get a better look at it, I forced my aching body out of it's sitting position and into a standing position in order to looke at it and as I stood up - willfully ignoring my pleading body - I couldn't help but notice how big the room was, brushing it off as something to do with the architecture of the room, I finally looked at what caught my eye.

There a few inches from the door stood a big ornate mirror that I can't believe I had missed in my quick survey of the room.

It was quite a sight to behold as the mirror itself was made of what looked like brass and copper with little ruby's embedded into it. It was also quite big, at least an average mans length.

Finding myself quite curious at my appearance, I stubbornly made my way towards the mirror -once again ignoring this body's complaints (A/N- Body : Why am I being so wronged щ(ºДºщ)) I trudged on, feeling proud of myself as I only stumbled a few times at the pain and exhuastion.

After a few seconds I finally found myself in front of the mirror.

'(ㆆ_ㆆ)'

That was the expression my face made. My first thought though was something like this,

'The Glob?'

My second thought on the other hand was this,

'My life, Why!?'

My third thought though, it was mostly this,

'(ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻ '

The face in front of me stayed blank but as I observed the image in front of me I couldn't help but feel that my thoughts were most definitely the opposite of what my expression was showing.

The person shown in the mirror was not in fact a small adult nor even a tiny teen, no the person in the mirror was a child, yes a small defenseless little tot no older than four!

'(╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻'

To make it all worse, the appearance of the child was quite jaw dropping.

This little slip of a boy has snow-white hair that came up to his neck, he has rosy cheeks that would have been cute had they actually been full of meat and not sunken in like a starved peasant. His nose is quite small but looked big on the starved face. What was the crowning jewel of his face was his eyes though, while his face stayed blank his eyes reflected everything he thought. (A/N - Kuroko: Ah, my brother ᇂ_ᇂ

Lan Wangji: Mn (ㆆ_ㆆ)

Takashi: Mm |_|

Author: Kudos of you know these characters)

His eyes were quite breathtaking though, it was like two landscapes clashing, one an arctic wasteland and the other a newly grown forest. The left eye was a hypnotizing ice-blue with shards of white imbeded within the blue while his right eye was a beautiful spring green with little specks of gold snuggled in the green.

While they were both beautiful I couldn't help but think,

' It's just way to exotic!!'

The child's body wasn't any better, instead of showing the usual chubby baby fat that one could find on a four year old tot, it showed nothing but skin and bones. The child looked pitifull and it was only enganced by the bruises and cuts that could be seen on the open skin, his clothing which covered only the torso and bottom half of his body was nothing but rags not even fit to use for cleaning!

What a pitifull image this child portrays, in any case the body was also to fragile and almost androgynous with how much it has starved.

'What kind of luck have I been blessed with! Who was I in the past life to have this kind luck! First I die but the lucky me get a chance to live again, now I wake up in a body that should have died!' I raved in my head.

'It's a good thing my pain tolerance crossed over with me otherwise I would have been crippled or worse in a coma' I groused moodly.

Turning away from the mirror I looked at the giant door and damned my small height, not that I was tall before but at least I wasn't as short as I was now! (A/N - Meanwhile in a few other universes - A certain blue haired basketball player, a titan-slaying heichou and a blond haired alchemist sneezed then felt an overwhelming urge to curse at whoever was making fun of their heights)

The handle of the door was just a bit to high for me to reach - I'm not small damnit!! - so I turned away from the door and checked to see if there was anything that could help me to open the door.

Earlier I had noticed something against one of the crates but couldn't fully see it in the position I had been sitting in.

Now from the place where I was standing, I could finally see what it was. Leaning against the crate was magnificently crafted cane, the body of the cane was a deep black stained wood that had been polished to give off a smooth sheen. On the bottom of the cane was a silver and white-jade coloured piece of metal that seemed to be engraved with dragons and a few other intresting designs. At the top most part of the cane is a another piece of metal like the one below except it wasn't flat like the other one, no, on the top part was a roosting western dragon made of white jade and silver, the dragons body was slight and made for flying. The dragons neck streched out over the top-most part so that it looked slightly like a hook. The tail of the dragon also seemwd to come out slightly but turned down slightly giving it a curved look. The dragons head was slightly down and looked just a bit threatening, its jaws were wide open and contained a deep blue jewel, sapphire, if I was not mistaken.

While the craftsmanship was magnificent, I had another use for it in mind and it had nothing to do with walking.

Hobbling over to the cane ( and wasn't I glad for my high tolerance in pain ) I grabbed it with two hands and tested it's weight, it was surprisingly light for something with so much metal on it. I felt a bit worried that it was too fragile to open the door and that it might snap but taking another look around the room, I couldn't see anything else I could use.

So steeling myself I shrugged and hobbled back to the door. If it didn't work, I could always try and get out another way.

Taking the cane I carefully put the neck and head through the door and pulled back in order to hook it.

It took a lot of effort pulling the door and making it budge even an inch but that was to be expected with the weak body I currently had.

At last, the giant door was opened wide enough that I could slip through with ease, of course with this twig of a body I could probably slip through jail bars and there would still be enough space to move comfortably and no I am not salty at all.

Keeping hold of the cane, I slipped through the door and into the narrow corridor outside the door. Like the room these corridors seemed naturally formed, it was all clay walls and dirt ground except it seemed like wooden pillars had been erected in order to keep the ceiling stable, this led me to believe that wherever THIS was, it was likely near a mountain or mineshaft. Finishing my deduction with a nod, I glanced down the corridor and followed my instincts by going right.

In my last life, my instincts were top notch and never failed to keep me safe or get me out of any situation.

In one of those incidents, I had been trapped in gay bar after having my friend convince me to go in a show of support to her. Naturally I had gone and while she was having the time of her life, I had realised that one of my parent's enemies had sent his goons after me. Following my instincts I had gone into an employee's room and at the urge of my instincts changed into one of the entertainers costumes. Of course this ment crossdressing of which will never happen again, ( A/N - Author: Fu fu fu, you never know)

then to my horror I was forced to preform on stage with a bunch of other queens by some twist of fate - and apparently a change in shifts - morale of the story, I was deemed a lookalike by the thugs, got a contract offer with the bar and my friend managed to not only get a girlfriend but also managed to find the doctor that would have saved my sister. So lesson learned my instincts were a blessing from some deity and should be respected and followed as such.

So at the urge of my instincts I kept the cane close and went right, sticking to the shadows and sneaking from pillar to pillar.

The reason why I kept the cane - even if my instincts hadn't practically hissed at the thought of leaving it behind - was because whoever had taken me ( because I was to exotic not to have been kiddnapped or bought ) was still here and I was not naive enough to have thought that the state I was in was done by my own hand.

As I kept walking, feeling tired and twitching at the pain with every step, I was forced to hide behind a pillar as two pairs of footsteps sounded down the corridor.

Holding my breath I strained my ears in hopes of finding out who they were.

"Clod, won't de boss get uh, I dunno, a bit angry at us for ya kno' leavin' Sith with them royal brats?" asked an oily voice nervously.

"Nah, it ain't like Sith is stupid enough ta leave marks, 'sides he already got tha' other brat ta play wit', ya kno the one them freaky eyes" was the reply from Clod.

"Wait, ya didn't hear, boss cracked down on Sith for tha' apparently the kid was beaten so bad he had ta waste healin' resources ta keep 'im alive" the other said fearfully.

"Why'd 'e crack down on 'im, the kid tripped and we all saw it, he he he" Clod laughed, " 'Sides, the boss will jus' believe us if we told him tha' happened to the other brats" he continued with a note of cheerful malice to his voice.

"Bu' uh, wha' if Sith gets carried away ya kno', what then?' the oily voice questioned  nervously.

"Then Boris, we tell da boss dat them brats were egging 'im on or dat he accidentally went ta far or somethin'"

Clod said to Boris snidely.

I could feel my IQ drop decimal by decimal as I continued to listen to these two. I mean, tripped, accidentally beating or Valhalla forbid egging a grown man on, what sort of excuses were these two morons coming up with? I could never have tripped and gotten bruises in the shape of hands, even a half-blind, near dead man could see my injuries came from a particularly violent beating.

Then as if being struck by the mighty Truck-sama, deity of the transmigration routes, my mind latched onto the bit about other children and the same asshole, who nearly killed me, in the same room.

Feeling glad that the two left, I hurriedly walked down down the corridor they came from.

Hoping to Loki that my instincts were taking me to the room thos two children were in, I drastically increased my walking speed all the while hiding in the shadows and ignoring my bodies pain and exhaustion to get to those children. My brotherly instincts were collaborating with my otherworldly instincts in order to get to the other kids, or so I hoped.

After about fifteen minutes or so of awkward half running, half walking, my instincts practically screamed at me to stop.

When I stopped I found myself in front of a plain looking door, that looked much like the one in the room I was in except not as thick or sturdy.

Glancing down the left and the right of the corridor, I gave a grim smirk when I saw no one. Hoping that Hermes had guided me to the right room, I slowly pushed open the door and slipped in, the can heavy in my hands all of a sudden.

Once inside, the scene I saw quickly made me see bright blood red.

'Sith' as he was called, was towering over the two children, who were huddle against the wall, his face twisted in a sadistic smile.

The first child, a boy, was standing in front of his sister, the second child, with his arms spread out like a protective mother owl, clearly intending to defend his sister.

In the back of my rage fueled mind I recognized them as twins and quite striking twins.

The boy though defiant, looked calm and collected though his eyes flashed with a promise of wrath if the man got closer, while his sister though scared seemed to have full faith in her brother, if the look in her eyes held any indication.

The both of them had blood red hair, the boy's hair being short, while the girl's hair was long and in two pigtails. Their eyes were amber in colour and by that I mean hardend amber that shined when light hit them. Their skin was cream in colour and had the smoothness that came with youth, they were also healthy and seemed well cared for. Their clothes were also top quality but then again those two morons did say the were 'royals'.

I observed all this in only a few seconds, but as I observed this, 'Sith' had taken the time to inch forward a bit, prompting the kids to tense even more.

Scowling I assessed the threat and found myself glad that they hadn't taken notice of me, from this vantage point I made a plan and enacted it.

Feeling a savage grin appear on my face, I went with the adrenaline that filled my body at the sudden bout of danger and ran forward, swinging the cane as far back as possible and hitting the sadistic piece of filth as hard as I could behind the knees.

Apparently it was very hard because with a shout of pain he fell to his knees and then while he was cursing the sudden pain that bloomed in his knees, I took the opportunity to swing the cane back and above my head and when he turned to me, I brought it down as hard as I could, insuring that the metal dragon hit his head straight on.

Giving the downed man a cold grin I said, "Payback you piece of glob"

As I stared at him, I felt a bit grim when I saw red bloom where the dragon had pierced his skull, of course the man himself wasn't much to look at, if anything he looked like a rat man that had skin instead of fur. His hair was greasy and stringy, while his skin was a sallow yellow along with his teeth. His face was plain except for his bushy eyebrows, thin lips and pointy nose along with the crooked teeth, if anything he looked like a villain so I didn't actually feel sorry for hitting him so hard and maybe killing him but I didn't want the kids to see it.

Speaking of the kids, I turned to check on them to see if they were fine, it was surprising to find them staring at me.

They were looking at me in surprise but then again I had come out of no where and my appearance left much to be desired or maybe it was because I was so young - not small damnit!

The boy shook himself out of his stupor then stepped forward, his hand outstretched as if to shake my hand.

"I am Vincent Moira and this is my sister Ave Moira, we are both 5, I thank you for coming to our rescue, may I know your name" Vincent asked.

While his voice was that of a child, his words and the solemn way his voice sounded, I could definitely see that he had been raised as a cultured lad.

Grabbing his hand - while huffing mentally at the fact that it was bigger than mine - I nodded to him and his sister ( who had moved to stand next to her brother)

"Yes, thank you" Ave said softly while curtsying in thanks.

"No problem," I rasped, my voice a bit hoarse having only used it for the first time, when I spoke to that coward of a man a few minutes ago.

Remembering that he asked my name I said the name that had been in my head since waking up.

"My name is Aelinn Vine Eversent and I think I'm four" I said with a slight bow.

Vincents brow furrowed before looking at me curiously,

"Eversent?" he said to himself.

Ave, sensing her brothers confusion, turned to him with a questioning look.

Leaving Vincent to ponder I turned around - wincing as the adrenaline died down- and checked out the rest of the room.

Like my room, it was minimalistic with only a lamp, a small cot and a chest?

Feeling a sense of Dèjá vu, I slowly walked towards it, letting my cane ( because its my cane now and I have first blood, so everyone else can go suck a lemon) lean against the wall next to the chest, I knelt down to examine it.

It looked like a treasure chest straight out of that one pirate movie, no not the one with the stretchy dude, the one with the guy with his dreadlocks, weird accent and love for rum (A/N - I do not own these stories if you know which ones they are, they are merely refrence material- Authors disclaimer).

As if in a trance, I grabbed the latches of the chest and opened it, when I looked inside all I could see was a flimsy piece of paper but before I could take it, I found myself swaying,

"Sonova-" I cursed mentally apologizing to the two voices that cried my name, before descending into the darkness.

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So my muse ran away but I caught her and heres chapter 2, I hope you enjoy it.