STORY SUMMARY: Being reborn into a Japanese story was bad enough. Being reborn as the twin sister to a certain notorious mass murderer, was another thing entirely. Told in a series of drabbles. Warning: Mild incest themes.

Rating: T (Subject to change)

GENERAL DISCLAIMER: It's not my sandbox. I'm just playing in it.

DESTROY SHE SAID

Chapter One : Rebirth

I died. How it happened didn't strike me as important. Whether or not it occurred naturally struck me as even less so. The finer details of the incident and the life I'd led before it lost their relevance the moment my heart stopped beating and the cold set in.

I was gone.

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Death. What can I say about death? Well, to begin with—there was a whole lot of nothing. Nothing. No pearly gates. No bottomless pit of fire. And no welcoming committee of deceased relatives. Instead I was suspended, floating. Twisting and turning while never really moving. The experience can be summed up in three words.

Blank. Black. Numb.

But also, motion-sickness. So make that four.

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I don't know what it was about dying that made thinking such a chore. But it did and was. Brain activity was sluggish. Speech and comprehension; abysmal. My life was over and it was like I didn't care. I knew in the pit that was my...well...center, that I'd never see my family again. But I was too numb and too dead to grieve.

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How long had I been here. A week? A month? An eternity? I was leaning towards option C. I was also beginning to suspect that this was limbo.

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Still here. But something's changed. There was tug, right below where my navel would normally reside, had I still a body. It feels like a string—and was pulling me forward. It should hurt, but it doesn't.

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Somewhere along the way there had been a plunge. Now the string anchored me to a warm encasement of soft flesh and liquid. My mind was too far gone to register anything beyond comfort.

Tiredness swelled. Odd. When had I last slept? As I drifted off, I vaguely wondered if I'd ever wake up.

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I didn't. At least I hadn't yet. Not entirely. It was better than before at least. Before I couldn't sleep at all. Now I faded in and out of wakefulness. Though, any awareness I achieved was limited to slight vibrations and muted, underwater voices. Was there ever a time this wasn't my home? I couldn't remember.

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Something has changed again. It woke me, but I'd rather it hadn't. All around, in all directions, I was being pushed and shoved. I felt suffocated. It hurt. I hated it, so I struggled. Not a good plan as it turned out. If anything, moving made the compressions tighten. I hated this. I hated it.

The pressure continued building and then—I was free. But the freedom was worse. The squeezing pain was nothing compared to the biting cold that greeted me upon delivery. I was blind, my hearing impaired and my body flailing. I could feel hands on my skin but they brought me no relief. So I screamed. And screamed.

I think somewhere a baby was crying. I didn't realize it was me.

AN: So for obvious reasons, this story is going to be pretty twisted. You've been warned. Also, because this will be told in a drabble format, chapters will be short but updates will be often.