Chapter 2

A little light floated in the tunnel. In fact, the tunnel was pushing me towards the light. Goo and the like covered my body, letting me slip and slide around the area.

"UGHHHH!" A loud feminine bellow roared into my eardrums. My body was propelled out of the tunnel, letting light strike my body.

"It's a boy! Congratulations Akira, you're a father!" An old woman chuckled, whilst holding the newborn in her hands.

"Oh honey," a youthful man with a delicate face and long eyelashes was holding the young woman's hand, "look at our child, he looks just like you!" The tired woman looked at the child and held her arms out to reach for the baby. The old lady gladly gave her, her son. The newborn was then embraced by the pulsating arms made of pure muscle of his mother.

"Amaterasu, what do you think we should name our child?", the young man gently asked as he laid his eyes upon the baby.

Soothing, soft words then flowed from Amaterasu's mouth, "Taiyo. I will name him Taiyo. Powerful and bright like the sun. Taiyo Kurta, I believe you will do great things. Well, of course you don't have to, being alive right now is already a great thing." She snuggled her head towards the child, with the baby calmly sleeping and holding her earlobe with his hand.

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Was I just given birth to?

My body wiggled around but two long skinny arms held my body.

I'd look at the elderly woman who held me in her arms. She had wrinkles etched into her skin but eyes brimming with life and energy, "ohohohoho", she laughed. She poked my nose, but I gave her a deadpan stare. "We have a little warrior just like your mother, don't we?" She continued to poke my nose, but suddenly gave me away to woman with a chiseled jawline and high cheeks. Godly muscles were implanted on her body, veins imprinted into her milky white skin and flowing golden, silky locks. With such a description you would imagine her as a man, but her face looked like the epitome of womanly beauty: red plump lips, a button nose and cat like eyes, her face was just screaming out beautiful (and if you ignore her muscular body).

In stark contrast, beside her was a young man who looked weak and frail. He had black, flowy hair and a face that matched the womanly beauty of my supposedly birth mother. His eyes looked at me with familial love and then spoke to his, what I believe to be, is his wife.

The woman's embrace was warm and the words she spoke enchanted me. My eyelids were feeling heavy and so, with my baby hands, I grasped to this source of warmness and fell into a deep slumber.

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"Oh my god." A woman who looked like she was in her twenties was trotting around the bed, which carried her dead husband. Tears rolled from her eyes, but she just continued to trot around. Her son looked at her with confusion but then started to mimic her actions of walking around the bed. He then tugged the mother's dress, gradually inquiring the situation, "Mummy, why are we walking around daddy's bed?" His large eyes stared at his mother with great curiosity, increasing the amount of sorrow the woman felt. She shook her head and cleaned off her tears and crouched.

"Well, you see son, daddy's in a better place now. He's up in the skies, where grandma is." She gently stroked the brown, hazelnut hair of her son, while biting her mouth to stop the tears from falling.

"But daddy is alive. He's standing behind you." The child innocently stated.

"Well, yes daddy is on the bed, but standing? What are you talking about? You funny child." she quietly laughed, continuing to stroke his hair.

"Yeah, I am standing, and, where am I?" A loud, gruff of a voice interrupted their conversation.

Her head turned to see the previously sleeping or even dead husband was somehow standing and alive. "Am I dreaming, but is it really you, you bastard!" She pounced on top of the man, knocking him down.

"I don't remember my name being bastard, but I'm pretty sure that I am me," he'd hug her back," and also you swore in front of our kid, therefore its 245 to 247 points to me, I'm winning, "he cheekily smiled.

In the midst of this, a transparent figure was watching this all play out, he was playing with some dice in his hand while looking at the scene. "The price of both resurrection and the duplication of the soul is heavy; I wonder if our other protagonist will survive scot free." He would chuckle before dispersing once more.