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Hahaha ImdoingitagainarentI?

But I just love KHR so much. So much I'm re-watching the entire anime. So much that I have so many plot bunnies.

I was actually inspired to start this by thelonelylovechild's SI-as-Fem!Skull story, Cranium.

Even though I personally think Viper/Mammon is a girl (even when everything says 'he').

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Disconcerting was the only way to accurately describe being reincarnated in one word. Because one moment you're somewhere familiar, you know who you are and then – then you're knocked for a loop and somewhere else in a body that just isn't right.

Then you spend a few years only half-there because your new body can't handle a mind so large, not yet.

So then you suddenly become conscious and you're surrounded by people who you know, but then again don't, and somehow can speak (kind of) a language you've never learned.

And you have no choice but to accept, because what other choice is there?

In any case, my now-name is Betlinde Feld. Currently five years old and the only child to a poor family living somewhere in southern Germany. A place where, apparently, it was normal to have plum colored hair and darker purple eyes to match.

I'm the girl that died and didn't stay dead, and instead became a girl-child (or woman-child, perhaps) with a lifetime of knowledge in a place I know nothing of.

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While I was five when I gained full consciousness as Betlinde Feld, when I was seven when I got the first real glimpse of the town I lived in – and, perhaps the most interesting person in the town. I was on the first of what would be many, many trips around town scrounging in the dirt for lost change (and perhaps more) – change that I was saving and hiding (saving because I did not like being poor, and hiding because my dad liked booze).

It was obvious the whole area was fairly poor, though some of us were obviously worse off than others. My family, for one, lived in a small home with cracked windows and beer bottles all around – courtesy of my father. Several other houses were in similar forms of disarray around us, and then they slowly grew into more middle-class-esque houses out by the market square. Though my favorite place by far was a small park where large, centuries old Linden trees grew, shading the whole area and littering the ground below with the rays of light that filtered through the leaves.

Despite the area's beauty, not many people went there. They instead went to another park that was mostly a grassy plain, all because of a strange old woman who all but lived in the Linden tree park.

She was a gristly old woman, her hands and feet gnarled with age and her dark eyes sunken and seemingly forever watching. Her hair was probably the prettiest part of her, as it was long, straight, and shimmered in the light all the way from the grey in her roots to where it transitioned into dirty blonde at her middle.

I could say that with upmost certainty and detail because I was face to face with her right now – something I was sure my mother would not be pleased about.

"Child, do you know the legends?"

Her voice was as I'd imagined it – warbled with old age, but still distinctly feminine.

"Legends?"

My voice, on the other hand, was neither distinctly feminine nor masculine. In fact, it somewhat matched my looks, as I was on the more androgynous side – then again, I was seven, so it wasn't unusual.

"These Linden trees, child. The Sacred Trees –"

"Betlinde!" Mother's voice was shrill as she grasped at my arms, "What do you think you're doing? You know –"

Mother's voice faded to the back of my mind as I glanced over my shoulder, my deep purple eyes connecting to the old woman's dark, dark eyes. We stayed that way, eyes connected, until mother pulled me around the corner.

Dark, dark eyes filled with knowledge.

Knowledge I wanted, because knowledge held worth.

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Fun Facts:

Betlinde is a German name that can mean either "Bright Serpent" or "Bright Linden Tree".

Feld is a German surname that means "Field" (which is also ironic. Can you tell me why? ;))

So yeah.