My body... what is this? My hands... This isn't right. Shit, this isn't my body.
Breathe. Calm down. This is a dream. It's just a dream...
It's not a dream. I feel everything.
I feel it, the cold on my skin, the smell...
What the fuck is this smell? Smoke? Dust?
My head is spinning. I can't think straight.
Why...
My chest is on fire
My body isn't responding right. It's... weak.
It can't be.
Was I drugged?
Did someone kidnap me? Is this real?
Did I... die?
...
There's something wrong with my memory.
I remember who I am.
But I don't remember how I got here, damn it.
How is this possible?
There's something wrong with my memories.
These thoughts can't be...
"Ichiro."
"You are of the Kiyohara lineage. Act like it."
What, Kiyohara? What the hell? My head feels like it's going to explode, I clutch my scalp, my nails digging into my flesh.
These memories mix with mine.
It's obvious what's happening...
But... it shouldn't be possible. Right?
I spent a few minutes in denial, I couldn't believe that this was possible..
'Ichiro'
That was never my name. But now...
It seems too natural.
I don't know how long I stayed there, staring at the dark ceiling, trying to understand what the hell was happening.
The smell... the texture of the blankets... everything was strange.
This body was too small, too weak.
The sound of my breathing bothered me.
It was light, childish.
My head hurts.
Damn, these memories.
Playing in a dirt garden.
A stern man.
A sad woman.
They call me Ichiro. It's Japanese...
I can't deny it anymore, I was reincarnated, as a child in ancient Japan!
Maybe our souls collided and now something new was born.
But one thing I know:
I died.
I don't know how, but I died.
And now I'm here, in this body.
This is not a dream. It's real.
Reincarnation.
Like those ridiculous romance stories.
But this time... it's me.
Maybe this is my second beginning.