"Where the hell am I?" I asked no one in particular.

I looked around and all I saw was infinite black. It was everywhere, ceiling, floor walls, hell I don't even know if I'm in a room. The darkness was seemingly endless, and I was here alone.

"If I'm dead then this has got to be the worst afterlife ever." I sighed, crossing my arms. "How did I die? Oh yeah! I fell down the stairs like a fucking retard!"

There was a sudden bright yellow orb of light that appeared on my right, effectively scaring me to death. Nevermind I'm already dead.

"Aren't you a feisty one!" The orb exclaimed, it's voice hard to identify as male or female.

"What even are you?" I asked the yellow orb.

"I don't have a name Jake, I have a job." The orb replied.

"I'm just going to ignore the fact you know my name and ask what your job is." I replied, shaking my head.

The orb chuckled. "My job is to guide souls of the recently deceased to the underworld, where they will meet the rest of their family."

"So that's it? I'm really dead?" I ask.

"Yes." It replied.

"What a lame death." I sighed.

"It's hard to get over death, but we can help y-" The orb was cut off by a bright white light. "Could it be?! The E-!"

Again the orb was cut off and I was sucked into the light, still wondering what the fuck was happening.

It was dark again, too dark, what the hell is with all the darkness? I was stuck in the dark before the world seemed to explode around me all at once, sound and noise invaded my sensitive eyes and ears, forcing me to keep my eyes clenched shut. I attempted to yell out profanities, but it all came out as a strangled cry. Cry? Why am I crying?

I hear the deep rumble of what I can only assume is the voice of a person as I am lifted up and swaddled in some soft fabric. I continued to cry out as I was being moved around, really wishing I could stay still and think for a second! The light still annoyed my eyes and I kept them shut, feeling that I had finally been set down.

I heard a much lighter sounding voice, it was comforting and soothing, making me want to sleep. I strained my ears to try and pick something up from the conversation these people seemed to be having. I couldn't understand a word they said, although the way the language sounded, I swear they're speaking Japanese, and literally the only reason I can guess that is from the small amount of Naruto Nate made me watch with him.

The lights seemed to be less harsh now on my still shut eyes, so I decided to open them slowly. My eyelids seemed to be stuck together as my eyes fluttered open, and I looked up.

A woman was holding me, she had deep blue eyes, blonde hair and peach skin. Beside her stood a tall man, he had dark green hair, light blue eyes and more tan peach skin. His hair colour seemed a little strange, but I figured it could be dyed.

The woman holding looked at me in shock before she smiled down at me and nuzzled her nose against my forehead affectionately.

I took a moment to asses the situation and had managed to conclude that I had somehow been reborn, all of the signs point to it. I can tell that I am definitely not in America though, judging how all the people speak what I think is Japanese. My question is though, why was I reborn? Didn't that orb say I was going to the underworld because I was dead?

I felt a sharp pain in my head and immediately lost my train of thought, figuring my little brain couldn't handle all of this. For now I'll just be grateful I have a second chance at life.

~Month 1~

To be honest, being a baby is a combination of great and fucking awful.

Ever since my new parents brought me home from the hospital my life has been great, but also really bad. I don't have to do anything, and all I have to do is cry for food. On the other hand, it's a little weird being changed and I have no free will at all, seriously I spend my days swaddled in a blanket.

I also still have no clue where I am, but it's sort of strange considering that I haven't seen a single tablet, laptop, cell phone, land line, or even a TV.

Life is boring.

~Month 2~

The good news is, by listening I'm starting to slowly pick up the language. I now know how to say mom, dad and food. I'm still mostly swaddled in a blanket and haven't left the house at all, but I am given a little more freedom and I'm allowed to crawl around the house sometimes. I don't have any teeth and it's annoying as hell, not to mention I get a headache when I think too hard.

Fuck this life.

~Month 4~

Things are finally getting more interesting around here. I can use my stubby legs and kind of walk around the house, although I mostly push around the furniture because it's funny to watch my dad as he attempts to keep me still. My mom spends a lot of time knitting clothes for me as she watches my dad freak out. I still can't figure out what my parents have named me though which is pissing me off.

~Month 6~

I've finally managed to pick up more of the language and I think I've figured out my name! Whenever my parents talk to me they call me Yuuto, the name sounds pretty cool to be honest, although it's not anything like my last name.

I'm just glad that I'm growing up because being a baby is going by painfully slow. The only strange thing was one night when I went to sleep I swear I felt the entire earth tremble beneath me. I had started to whimper and my parents held me close until the tremors passed.

Although I was just curious as to what it was...

A/N

I promise things will get better! Bear with me!