I used Google translate for Italian... Sorry if I butchered the words or if it actually doesn't make sense.
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Cold

My body feels cold.

I can't move, is this really what afterlife feels like?

Nothing but cold and darkness.

Suddenly, I felt my head throb. Like it was being split into two. I wanted it to stop but it just kept on going and going until I hear a ringing in my ear.

I forced my eyes to open, only to shut it back close from the bright light. Slowly, I opened them again to meet a white ceiling. I turned my head to look around only to notice that I seem to be in a crib. I lift up my hands to my face to see them tiny and plump. Confused on my own current situation, I unknowingly whined and beag to cry out loud. I felt a bit embarrassed that I couldn't stop myself from crying.

The door from the room swing open to reveal a brunette woman with hazel eyes walked her way to the crib and pick me up.

"Qual è il problema?"
What's the matter?

She spoke to me in a language I don't know, making me cry even more.

"shh..non preoccuparti, mamma è qui."
Shh.. Don't worry, mom's here

As she hushed me, another person comes. A man with blond hair and blue eyes comes into view.

"Hai bisogno di aiuto? "
Need help?

"Va tutto bene, puoi tornare indietro e dormire. Hai avuto una lunga giornata"
It's alright, you can go back and sleep. You've had a long day.

"Anche tu"
You too

I was finally able to stop crying and looked at the adults. And wow, they are gorgeous. It seems that I have turned into a baby and they are my parents? Is this what reincarnation feels like? Suddenly the urge to sleep was so strong and since I didn't want to burden them anymore longer, I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep.

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I finally got a good look on myself and it seems like I got my father's hair and eyes and my mother's face. I also found out that I am just 2 years old and my birthday was coming soon on May. Since it is still April 21st, I still have time to try and develop my pronunciation and practice walking because, pooping on myself and not being able to hold in my tears is just to embarrassing for me to bare. I first started to crawl in which my father caught me and quickly dashed for the camera. And since it is too early for me to have enough strength to stand up and walk, I practiced the language my parents used, which is Italian. I am not really a fast learner but I did get the gist of it.

May started to come around fast and now my parents are already planning my birthday celebration. My mother brought me with her to a cake shop and made me look at the catalog of cakes they have that says three tiers. I pointed at a simple but cute minimalistic cake that had balloons on the sides.

My mother nodded in satisfaction and placed her order in schedule. She then brought me to a clothing shop. As she was choosing and looking through some clothes. I looked around the shop and noticed a familiar person. I don't know him but I know I've seen him before on my previous life. Sensing my stare, the boy turned to me. I didn't flinch at the stare but the nagging feeling was getting stronger.

The boy soon broke his stare from me and disappeared to elsewhere. I was then picked up by my other and we walked back to our house.
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(time skip)

The day of my birthday came, I turned 3 and I was surprised on how many people came to greet and celebrate my birthday. Apparently most of them are friends and more on the colleagues from my parents. There were some children there but they easily fell asleep.

(imma stop using Google translate too lazy)

" Greetings dear friend! I have brought your daughter a present!" 

A man came to my mother who was carrying me as they both kissed their cheek in greeting.

"Romigi Salvestro! You made it!"

"of course, how can I not attend my niece's birthday. I even dropped work for her, Haha!"

"Hahahaha, you have been busy lately, have eaten yet? There are still food in the buffet or if you want there is still some cake"

"no worries, I kinda want to hold my little Principessa for a while"

"ah sure, I'll go gather the gifts while you entertain her!"

And so she left me with the man who I suppose is my uncle.

"aaah~ your so cute! I wouldn't mind spoiling you rotten but I will end up getting beat up by your father because apparently that is 'his job' but who can stop me any ways"  he states as I sweatdrop at him. And soon I was sitting on a chair, surrounded by gifts. I took the nearest one and opened it to see a white headband and some clips. Another was a dress, another was books which I'm grateful of so that I can learn the language more, and more and more stuff came. I then reached for a box and suddenly my uncle whipped out his phone and readied his camera. I guess this is from him.

I untied the ribbon and opened the box. Everyone cooed at the gift which was a pair of rings, with a suna and a moon on the sides.

They looked simple but I found it very unique.

"I custom made them and I got two by accident but maybe you can give the extra if you ever found a special someone"

"GASP! WHAT SPECIAL SOMEONE, NO ONE WILL TAKE HER BUT ME-"

My father was jabbed by my mother as she kept her smile but seems to be whispering something to my father that made him sulk. My mother picked me up and smiled at me. Everyone laughed at my father sulking as some joked on how I will be surrounded by men when I grow up. Mother walked near to father and they both looked at me.

"Happy birthday my dear, Luna Guerra"

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(Time skip 5 years old)

I have finally mastered the ability to walk on my own! It started when I was 3, my mother was with me sitting on the couch when I suddenly stood up from the floor and used the coffee table as a supporter. She squealed and started to record me through her phone while tell me to walk to her. I did manage to to walk to her in 4 steps and then she grabbed me and praised me for walking. I blushed from the praises and the kisses she's giving me. She immediately sent the video to my father who was in work and he also immediately call her. I can hear his crying in joy. Like literally cry and was screaming about how much of a genius I am as a baby.

My mother soon decided that we will go out for lunch and so I dressed myself on a simple white long sleeved dress and over it is a turquoise coat with a white ribbon. My mother gave me grey knee length socks and some black doll shoes then we headed off.

It seems to be very crowded today but we managed to enter the restaurant and sat down. As my mother scaned through the menu, I looked outside through the tall wall window glass beside me. I began to think what should I do with the memories of my past life. Why do I still remember it, and why was I reincarnated. Did I have some sort of purpose or was I just lucky?

The waiter then came with our food, and we began to eat.

"Luna, how are your studies?"

"the teacher says I'm doing very well"

"oh right your teacher mentioned that you are very proficient in language! You were really well versed in English, I'm so proud!"

"thank you Mamma"

So apparently I was homeschooled. I don't know why but my uncle told my mother that it was better for me to be homeschooled than for me to an actual school, which I also don't understand how he persuaded my mother when she wanted to see me in a uniform. My dad did too agreed but then my uncle told him that there are boys everywhere and so he switched to my uncle's side. Although mother still prefer that I socialize, she also didn't mind if I was homeschooled because the teacher was reliable and smart and I didn't mind as well.

As I was drinking my hot chocolate, something caught my eye outside. I turn to look at and there he was again, the familiar boy. The boy had dark hair and back eyes that were sharp. He looked a bit older than me, or maybe he was just really tall boy. Dressed in a white polo, black shorts with brown knee socks and dress shoes.

But what really caught my attention was his curly sideburns.

He seems to be talking with some adult, and oddly I knew, he was not his parent. The adult gave him a green chameleon, ruffled his hair and soon left him. He looked at the chameleon in thought then placed him on his shoulder as he walked away.

The nagging feeling was getting stronger by the minute, but tried to ignore it since I couldn't do anything at especially at this age.

"mamma, can we go to a playground?"

"hmm? Sure, let me just pay the bill."

My mother pays for the bill as I ready myself. We walk to a nearby playground and my mother let's me go as she socializes with the other mothers. I look at the kids at the playground, jumping, laughing and running around, I decided to go and pretend to also have fun with random kids. I soon end up joining the hide and seek game and at the moment, I am hiding on top of a tree, sitting on the branch as I see kids being caught from their hiding place. There were children older than me in the game so of course I had to hid better than I would usually let out. As I looked around, I felt something touched my hand. I looked and and was surprised to see a chameleon beside me. I quickly recognized as the boys companion opened my palm for the chameleon to get on to.

"your that boy's pet aren't you? What are you doing here?"

The chameleon then jumped out of my palm and proceeded to climb down the tree. It stopped and looked at me. I got curious and climbed down too. The chameleon then went further to the forest and looked backed at me if i was following. Honestly, I don't want to follow because I know I might get lost and a child should not wonder into to forest by herself, but that nagging feeling came and I couldn't help but give in to it and followed.

As go in deeper into the forest, I hear faint haggard breathing and that made me tense. I pushed the branches and leaves and there I saw was the boy. He was leaning on the tree's bark and was covered in wounds. I quickly came in front of him only for him to tense up and point a gun at my face.

I stopped at my tracks as I stare in surprise and caution but surprisingly not in fear.

"who are you"

He glares at me with killing intent and yet

I'm not afraid.

"I'm Luna Guerra"

"what do you want from me"

"nothing from you, but from me I want to help you"

"why should I trust you"

"you don't have to, but your chameleon led me here and I assumed that he wants me to help you"

We stared for  a minute until is chameleon got on top of his cz75 1st version gun and licked the boy's nose. The boy leered at the chameleon then to me and sighed as he dropped down his gun. I slowly walked up to him and knelt down. I scanned his body and to see a gun shot wound on his shoulder, bruises on the legs and some scratches. I took out my handkerchief an began to clean his arms and legs so that an infection won't start. He stares at me with eyes following my every movement.

"are you not afraid?"

I look up at him and shook my head as a no and continued to clean.

"I don't know, even when I saw you with blood or with a gun in my face, I didn't feel scared"

He looked at me, his vibe telling me 'how come?' and I replied with an 'I don't know' face.

"have you tried calling someone for help?"

"no"

"why?"

He just stared at me and that led me to assume that he was trying not to get caught or was told not to.

"do you want to go to a hospital?"

"no"

"then where do you want to go? You can stay here in that state"

The boy stays silent but I waited patiently.
The light was getting dim but I still remained in front of him, waiting for his response.

".. Just leave"

"no"

That surprised him and he glared at me.

" leave"

"no"

He pulled out his gun again and pointed it at my forehead, pulling the safety pin down.

"leave"

"no."

We stared for a few minutes and he sighed in frustration.

"why"

"because your hurt and I don't want a ghost haunting me because I left him dead"

He stared at me then sighed again.

".. Fine, just help me get up"

I nodded and and wrapped his uninjured arm around my neck and wrapped my arm around his waist. He was quite tall as he leaned on me, about 4 1/2 inches taller. He was definitely heavy but I disregarded it and forced myself to steady his walking. As he lead us out the forest, I sneakily got us out of the playground without the kids and mothers knowing from the sides and it was a good thing my mother was to busy talking with other people.

He then lead me through the alleyways, glaring at who ever comes in our way and they part like the red sea. We the stopped in front of an abandoned building and he let go of my shoulder.

"you can now leave"

"no"

He was about to forcefully push me but I kept my grip on his waist and boldly stare at him in the eye.

"I will go when I know you have been healed properly"

His chameleon went to my shoulder and stretched his tongue to the boy's hand that was on my shoulder. He looked at his chameleon and sighed again. I noticed that he seems to trust the chameleon a lot and decide things with the chameleon's opinion. Although i don't understand animal language so I just dropped it.

He then led me inside the building and there was a room that wasl surprisingly clean and had a small bed and a table with metal stuffs that I probably should not know or see. I laid him on his bed and proceeded to look for a clean water.

"do you have any clean water here?"

"....in the cabinet"

I opened it, ignoring the other bottles of chemicals that screamed danger and went to get the mineral water bottle. I soaked my handkerchief and went back to cleaning his wounds better.

"do you not have any self awareness? I am just a stranger that carries a gun and is covered in blood"

"I do, that's why I'm still cautious on where I go and what I step into. Besides if your chameleon didn't go to me and I found you by accident, I would of just backed away but I just had a feeling that your chameleon was desperate"

He stayed silent as I continued to wipe his legs. I then proceeded to wipe his face and caught his stare. I stared back not daring myself to flinch and began to wipe his forehead.

"won't your parents be looking for you?"

"when my mother socializes, she gets too engrossed in to the conversation. She wouldn't even notice that an hour or two has passed."

I trail the handkerchief down to his cheeks and the to his jaw and traced to his chin. I stared at his eyes as he stared at me. My mouth moving a bit but then stopped. He caught this.

" what is it"

".. I was going to ask you what your name is, but you probably won't tell me so I didn't."

With that done, I asked him if he needs help with the shot wound but he told me he can take care of it. I nodded and proceeded to grab the bandages and ointment I saw on one of the cabinets and placed it on the table beside his bed.

" I will now leave, I think I've been long gone enough. You can keep this by the way, at least you will have something to wipe with. Or you can throw it, I don't mind."

I fold the handkerchief and placed it on top of the table and then patted my coat.

"can I visit to check on you?"

"no"

"I will still go either way. Even if you ran away from here"

I walked to the door and opened it

"see you later"

I walked out and was about to close the door until

".. Reborn"

I stopped and looked at him, he didn't say anything anymore. 'Reborn?... Ah!' I smiled at him.

"goodnight, Reborn"