Somewhere, inside a well lit cozy home, Yoru Kira, a bright eyed five year old boy sat at the dinner table, happily slurping down a bowl of ramen.

The soft hum of the evening, the gentle clatter of dishes, and the warmth of his mother's presence filled the room with an atmosphere of peace, joy, and comfort.

Yoru's small hands clutched the chopsticks with eager excitement, every noodle strand bringing a simple joy only a child like him could ever experience.

His mother, Kaori, watched him with a tender and sweet smile, her heart swelling with love at the sight of her son enjoying the meal she had lovingly prepared.

But then, this serene and wonderful atmosphere changed, crumbling in an instant out of nowhere.

Yoru's entire body suddenly went rigid, his small frame freezing mid motion. The chopsticks which had been in the act of grabbing another bite, halted as if time itself had stopped for the boy.

His mouth, slightly open, remained fixed in place with noodles dangling precariously from his lips. The absurdity of the sight might have been laughable, like something from a comedy sketch ok a television show, but the reality was anything but humorous.

Kaori's smile faltered as she noticed he'd son's unnatural stillness. Concern quickly etched itself into her features as she leaned forward, her voice trembling with worry. "Yoru?" She called out, hoping for a response, any sign her son was alright.

Silence.

The lack of immediate response sent a wave of anxiety crashing over her. She pushed back her chair with a loud scrape, quickly moving to his side. Her hands trembling, she reached out to grasp his small shoulders, the fear within her heart continuously growing with each passing second.

"Yoru! Are you okay?!" She cried, her voice tinged with desperation as she began to shake him firmly yet also gently, trying to snap him out of whatever trance had taken hold.

Panic began to rise within her, each heartbeat drumming louder in her ears as she shook him more urgently. The seconds dragged on, feeling like hours, each one filled with mounting terror that something was horribly wrong. Tears welled up in her eyes, the dread becoming almost unbearable.

And then, without any warning, Yoru's chopsticks slipped from his grasp, clattering noisily onto the table. His eyes went wide open as he felt his head got assaulted with an ungodly amount of pain, he clenched shut his eyes immediately as a bloodcurdling scream tore from his throat. His small hands shot up to clutch his head, his fingers digging into his scalp as if trying to hold his very mind together.

Kaori's heart shattered at the sight, her own tears now flowing freely as she reached out, desperately trying to comfort him and somehow easing his pain. "Yoru! Please, tell me what's wrong!" She sobbed, her voice breaking down as she tried to console him, her own fear mixing with a mother's helpless anguish.

But before she could do more, Yoru's scream got cut off as abruptly as it had begun. His body went limp, his head slumping forwards as if the life inside his body had been drained from him. He blacked out completely.

An unknown amount of time had passed from the moment Yoru's sudden blacked out.

Yoru began to stir, his eyelids fluttered, and with great effort he opened his eyes, revealing a pair of strikingly beautiful starry blue eyes. A dull, throbbing lain echoed through his skull as he had been struck by something really heavy.

"My head... Did someone just fucking hit me with a baseball bat or something?" He thought, wincing at the intensity of the pain. "Holy shit! Goddamn, my head feels like it could implode at any moment now."

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He lay still for a moment, his mind sluggishly processing the unfamiliar surroundings. Above him was a ceiling he didn't recognize, a far cry from the one he was used to. The room around him was unfamiliar, the furniture, the decorations—everything was different. A sense of unease settled over him as he realized that he wasn't in the home knew.

Beside him, an unfamiliar woman sat slumped in a chair, her head resting on the edge of his bed. She had clearly keeping a vigil, but exhaustion had finally claimed her. Her face, even in sleep was lined with worry, her features soft yet burdened by some unseen weight.

"What the hell is this? Where m I? Who's is this woman?" Yoru's thought raced as he tried to make sense of his situation.

Questions bubbled up in his mind one after another, each more frantic than the last. "I could've sworn I just fell asleep on the sofa , waiting for my apple pie to be ready. So, what the hell is going on here??"

He pushed himself up into a sitting position, his body feeling heavier than usual. He still didn't realize his body became smaller. He looked around the room, taking in the details—the wooden furniture, the sliding paper doors, the traditional decor.

Everything pointed to a place far removed from the modern world home he knew, let alone having any kind of similarities of his house. Frowning, he muttered under his breath, "Did I just got kidnapped? No, that's just ridiculous. Seriously, where am I??"

His gaze drifted back to the woman besides him. She seemed gentle, caring, not all the type of person who would kidnap a person. Besides, she's looks way too defenseless. "Yeah, no. It made no sense if i'm kidnapped, this woman doesn't have that bad kind of vibe," he thought, his confusion deepening.

As he struggled to piece what was happening, something within him shifted. To be exact, something inside his head. A flood of new memories surged through his mind, memories that weren't his own but felt strangely familiar. They were the memories of the body he now inhabited, a body that wasn't originally his. He looked down and finally noticed, he somehow possessed someone's body.

"Oh for fuck sake, did I just unknowingly died??" The realization hit him like a freight of train, his mind reeling from the shock.

"But how? How did I die? Did the oven blew up or something? If that's the case, it's pure and utter bullshit. I want justice, damn it! And why the hell I possessed this boy's body?"

For a few minutes, he was lost in a whirlwind of disbelief and anger, ranting silently in his mind as he tried to come go terms with the impossible. But eventually, the storm within his mind began to subside. He knew he had to calm down, to think rationally if he was going to figure out what to do next.

"Alright, first of all, my name is Yoru Kira, a five year old boy," he thought, beginning to organize the information he had.

"That woman over there is this boy's mother, Kaori, she's a widow. My dad died, the exact cause is unknown, but according to this boy memory he got killed by a serial killer of some kind. To make ends meet, my mother, Kaori, started selling ramen about a little more than a year ago."

Yoru closed his eyes, his brow furrowing as he continued to process this whole situation. "I mean, it's not that bad. It's not like we're in the middle of a war or something... I hope, anyway. So that's a plus. I don't know where this is exactly, but i'm guessing I'm in Japan, based on the language and both me and my mom's names. It's unmistakeably japanese. I don't know what year this is, or even what era, hmm... I'll probably figure that out soon by asking my mom."

He carefully lay back down on the bed, making sure not to wake his new mother. He stared up at the unfamiliar ceiling, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. The sheer absurdity of the situation was almost too much to handle, it's way too sudden, but he forced himself to stay calm. He needed to think clearly, to understand what had happened and what he was going to do next from now on.

Closing his eyes, he began to meditate, focusing on his breathing as he tried to clear his mind. Something he had used frequently in his previous life to calm himself, and fortunately it seemed to work even now. Slowly, his heart rate returned to normal, and the panic that had threatened to overwhelmed him began to fade.

After a few moments, he opened his eyes again, feeling more centered, more in control. He raised his right hand into the air, watching as his small fingers curled into a fist. "I wonder... Is this life going to be any different than the previous one?" He muttered quietly. Lowering his arm, he draped it across his eyes, blocking out the world around him.

"Sigh.. I hope the same shit will not happened to me again, I don't know if I can go endure it in this life if its just going repeat itself all over again," he thought, another heavy sigh escaping his lips. "Oh well, let's just see what tomorrow has to offer, there's no use thinking and wondering about 'what if' now. Let's just rest."

With that, he allowed his mind to drift, the exhaustion of the day in his new life finally catching up to him. Sleep claimed his mind quickly, pulling him into the depths of unconsciousness as he prepared to face whatever the new day would bring.