From the moment I opened my eyes, I knew I did not belong to this world.
I stared at the woman who cuddled me while speaking a language I was not familiar with. When I took a glance at the small hands that were mine, combined with the fact I could not properly speak, I got a sense that I had just been born.
Therefore, I cutely babbled and tried to move my hands towards the woman, who I assumed was my Mother due to how affectionately she treated me. She in turn reacted with excitement, cooing some more nonsensical noises towards me.
Since her face was so close to mine, I could smell a delicate scent of what seemed to be vanilla wafting from her. Her eyes, which were a pretty green color, reflected myself in them. I became interested, even grabbing at her blonde hair that freely fell.
I went along with her actions, moving and making noises just like a baby would. I didn't feel anxious or stressed; at most, I was just curious at this turn of events.
I entertained the woman until she looked up and started speaking in a worried tone. I tried to see who she was speaking to, but I couldn't turn my head because of the blankets they wrapped me in.
Suddenly, I was grabbed by a pair of much harsher and stronger hands. The woman that was holding me just a few seconds ago looked panicked and tried to grab me back, but she was quickly held back by a few other people. My curiosity grew when I saw that the outfits they wore seemed familiar.
Hm? Is that a maid outfit?
I didn't get to see more of them as my whole body was turned. My eyes widened at the face in front of mine.
His hair was a dark crimson color, a short and slicked back CEO style type. Stormy grey eyes observed me blankly, shifting me this way and that as if I was a product on a home shopping commercial. The tanned face that drew closer was definitely handsome, objectively speaking. It's not exactly my type, since I don't prefer older men.
Thinking he looked so serious as he inspected me, I gave a giggle. It was simple and short, with just enough cuteness to make others fawn over me. I wiggled my arms as if I was trying to reach out to him.
Oh? Why does it look like he just ate shit?
His face blackened upon my movement and he almost immediately handed me off to someone else as quickly as he took me from the woman. Inwardly I frowned as I was given to one of the people wearing the maid outfit, watching as he strode out the room with purpose.
Hey, hey, hey! I'm sure I'm cute, alright?! That woman was pretty! I'm assuming I'm her daughter, so I should be cute!
Outwardly, I pretended that he never existed and kept happily warbling nonsense as I was given back to the pretty woman with green eyes. I gave her a toothless smile as she held me close and whispered more words I didn't understand into my ear. Based on how tightly she clutched me and how relieved she sounded, I think I did something right.
I hope.
Later that day, I was put into a cradle that seemed to be simple. There were no decorations or pretty colors on it; only a bed with a stuffed rabbit. The green-eyed woman seemed to be singing to me, as her voice became soft and melodious. Although I wasn't tired, I complied and slowly closed my eyes.
Maybe I was pretty tired because soon after, I actually did end up falling asleep.
When I woke up, it was still dark.
Well, inside the room, it was dark. I tried to turn my head to see if there were any nearby windows, but my body could only do so much since I was just born.
Actually, speaking of being just born, why am I this conscious about it?
Surely a baby's thoughts shouldn't be this advanced just a day after they're born?
I feebly grabbed at the toy rabbit next to me, trying to think why I'm aware that I don't belong in this world. It was a weird nagging sensation at the back of my mind as if my mind was trying to tell me something but it was being blocked off.
I tried and tried to remember, but all I really remember is being born. Anything before that, well, that was a lost cause.
I think it was because I was trying really hard to think, but my head started to hurt. Quite a lot, actually. Because of the pain, I ended up releasing whimpers that slowly grew louder. Soon, I was crying with an astronomical volume that I'm even surprised it came out of my small body.
Soon, however, the pretty woman was bent over my cradle. Though she was worried, she released a small sigh of relief and picked me up, checking me all over. Once she figured nothing was wrong externally, she probably assumed that I was just having a minor fit. Thus, she rocked me gently and started to sing that lullaby I heard before.
Her vanilla scent and the calming tune helped quiet me down. My eyes, that were sore from the tears, slowly shut once again and I fell into another slumber.
Ah, well I'll just worry about it later, I guess...
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