If you are reading this; thank you, and enjoy.

Future chapters will be longer, but since when was a prologue long?

A Chance to Live Again

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Prologue

"Who would have thought that a girl like you could be so bold?"

"Oh, shut it," I groaned, making my way up the tree, "It's not like I want to do this, you forced me to!"

"Hey, don't go all tsundere on me," I reached the branch, and opened my mouth to make a comeback, "And I can see up your skirt."

I felt my face heat up to a temperature hotter than that of the surface of the sun.

"H-Hey!"

The boy laughed, "Don't worry, I didn't look."

Damn him...

I grabbed the reason that I climbed up the tree for, promptly throwing it at his face, "Here's your ball, idiot."

"Yeah, thanks," He caught it before it hit.

I let out a sigh, and begun the long decent down the tree.

"I didn't think that you'd be wearing pink..."

"Wha-"

The comment caused me to misplace a step, setting in motion a cascading effect of each limb losing grip on the brown bark of the tree. Next thing I knew, branches were speeding past me as I stared at the green of the canopy below.

Or was it above?

Was I falling?

A quick, sharp pain that barely lasted a microsecond jabbed at the back of my neck, before a shroud of darkness enveloped my vision.

After that, there was nothing.

No sound.

No smell.

No sight.

Nothing.

Nothing, aside from a sudden intense feeling of warmth that shot throughout my body. I could feel a cloth wrap around me, followed by myself being lifted up by a huge pair of hands.

"She's a girl..."

By this point, I had opened my eyes. To no avail, however, as everything was blurred beyond recognition. I was being moved around, but my protests came out in nothing but wails. The colour I could attribute to that of skin covered my vision. I could tell that I was facing someone now.

"Mikoto..."

The feminine voice cooed, though I wasn't able to understand what she was saying.

"I hope you have a good life, Mikoto."

So, I thought to myself:

'I want to make a fanfic that no one's done before (for Index).'

And then I wrote about the first thing that came to my mind.

That's the story of how this story came to be.

Let's see how it goes.