The once-bright light when I was with Being XXX disappeared without a trace, as darkness enshrouded everything.

After a few minutes, the darkness slowly disappears as light replaces it. I can also feel as if I am being touched.

A sudden cold breeze feels like it slaps onto my face, and something warm envelops my whole body; it’s similar to body heat. Then I feel like I am being covered by cloth.

"Congratulation, madam, it’s a healthy baby boy! ”It sounds like an elderly woman.

“Can I hold him? ”It’s another woman’s voice, but it seems to be way younger than the other one.

"Yes, of course, madam.”

I can feel as if I am being moved around.

“I sincerely thank you for helping my wife give birth to our baby.” I heard a man's voice.

“Oh, it’s nothing. I’ll help anyone who needs my experience. After all, anyone will gladly welcome a new life that is given to us by the world,” the elderly woman replied.

Wait a minute, am I experiencing being born again? Wait, doesn’t that mean that the darkness was me being inside a womb, and as the darkness slowly got replaced by light, it was me coming out of a vagin- You know what? I should stop thinking about that.

“Um, aren’t new-borns supposed to cry? ”I heard the younger woman ask.

“No need to worry, madam; not all newborns cry. Also, please rest for a couple days; giving birth is very taxing on the body. If there is anything that comes up with the baby, please call for me, and that will be all. I bid you two-three farewells," the older woman said.

“I will, and thank you.”

Then I heard the voices of the man and the younger woman. I put everything I have into my ears as I try to listen more carefully to their conversation.

First, I heard the voice of that younger woman.

"Look, dear, he has the same handsome face as you.”

After hearing the woman’s voice, I can hear the man’s voice say, "No, honey, he has the same pretty face as you.”

“You jest, you really know your words to woo a woman.”

“You are my only woman.”

"Oh, you, come here.”

Just hearing their conversation makes me want to throw up. I can’t believe that they’re already love-dovey with each other just after giving birth to me. I guess these two lovebirds are my parents.

I am going to open my eyes to see my surroundings.

I hear my father’s voice: "Look, dear, he’s opening his eyes.”

“Such bright blue eyes; it’s just like your sky blue eyes,” my mother replied.

All I can see are two blurry figures. So, this is what all new-born babies see, huh? I guess it takes some time for my eyes to adjust.

I need to close my eyes for now. Maybe tomorrow I can see well.

I can hear my mother saying, “Oh, our baby boy is sleepy.”

“Let him rest, so he can grow up to be as big and strong as me someday,” my father boasted.

“Oh right, the name we decided on was Gabriel, a name that combines ours.”

“That’s right, Gabi and Riel, our two beautiful names, combine.”

I guess I have the same name as I had on earth.

I am indeed quite sleepy.

I heard my father say, “Look at little Gabriel; he’s already fast asleep,” as my conciseness slowly drifted away.

…………………..

Cock-a-Doodle-Do

I can hear a rooster crowing. Wait, it’s the next day?! As I open my eyes and look around, I have determined that I can't see shit. So I closed my eyes again. What now… With my body, as of now, I don’t have much control. Am I just going to do nothing until I can finally somewhat control my body? What else can I do? Absolutely nothing, that’s what.

Now that I am in such a state, I remembered a novel I once read where the main character was in the exact same position as me, so this is how he felt. Hmm, I suddenly felt lighter, as if I had finally let off steam.

Oh, oh no, after trying to focus on my other body part to try to ascertain how much control I have over my body. I felt my lower half uncomfortable. Basically, what I am saying is that I pissed myself, so that feeling from before was because of that. I guess I also have no control over my bodily functions.

This complete helplessness, such a pathetic state. Who won’t be, being unable to do anything to your lower half being completely drench.

Hmm, I felt someone enter my room as I heard the door creak.

“Hey, hey, little Gabriel.”

That’s my mother’s voice. I opened my eyes, and yup still blurry, the censorship from another kind of anime is way clearer than my current vision. But I see that her blurry figure comes closer to me whenever I am; this is hopeless. I would rather just keep my eyes shut, as opening my eyes also stings.

I can feel being touched. Oh, I feel my bottom half being clean. I can feel my mother’s hands and her arms cradling me. Then I can feel something close to my mouth as it touches my lips. Am I supposed to bite on it? Ah, right, this is probably the teat of the bottle and nothing else. So I suckle on the teat, and from it, milk came out its very delicious. And I don’t want to open my eyes to see because I won’t be seeing it clear anyways, the bottle.

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Why do I believe that it is a bottle? Well, my mother in my previous world was flat as hell. No offense, my previous mother, to wherever and however you are right now. Well, that means that if I am going to be reincarnated with my past memories, there’s a chance that my previous parent’s characteristics might also be the same. Because Being XXX would be considerate enough to let me have the same childhood, right?

That’s how my days went: I excrete bodily functions, I get clean, and I eat—well, drink, to be precise. Sometimes I hear my father saying how cute I am, then my mother saying the same thing.

Just like that, a month passes by.

Now I can finally see properly. So I’ve been inside this wooden crib with prison-like bars to protect me from falling off for all my life.

Well, what now? I am still basically a helpless baby; I could not stand up on my own. I still have weak legs; perhaps in a few more months or so I could use something as a support to stand.

All I could do was raise my arms, and so I did. Yep, this is real. I really am a baby again, but with my past memories and in a different world. It somewhat feels surreal.

Moments later, I can hear footsteps nearby, and it seems that the footsteps stop right in front of the door of my room. The mysterious person opens the door; it’s hard to see because it is dark outside of my room. Perhaps there are no windows in that part of the house, but I can see a silhouette of a man because of the bulky figure.

It feels like the man is inhaling a huge amount of air, as if it were a dragon preparing to let out its fire breath, like in games, movies, and anim-

“GOODMORNING LITTLE GABRIEL!! ”An earth-shattering voice was let out by this man, whom I refer to as my father.

I don’t know if the rooster or my father are louder. You know what? He beat the rooster ten times.

As he steps inside my bright room, I just realize what’s up with the windows in this room; they're everywhere. That’s why it's so bright in here. Now that I can see better but not that well, I take a closer look at my father. He has a very charismatic look with a cleanly shaven square jawline that very much complements his features. His hair, a bronze-colored brown, seemed to be kept trim, and his eyebrows gave off a strong and fierce aura. His sky blue-colored eyes show a sharp yet gentle quality. He looks nothing like my previous father; I guess my theory of having the same parent’s characteristics from last month might be wrong. But I won’t know unless I also see my mother.

He approaches the crib and stares directly at me…then smiles. It somewhat feels sinister. I slowly lower my arms as I forgot to lower them in the first place, and I feel uncomfortable reaching my arm to him with that smile of his.

Uh, he’s wrapping his hands around me. Oh no, I think he’s going to lift me up. I knew it, wow, SOOO high…... I just remember I am afraid of heights.

I tried my best to struggle in my father's hands. Then I realized that even if I got out from struggling, I would just fall from his hands, which is scarier. But hopefully, seeing me struggle will stop him. Let me down. Let me down…please let me down.

Eh? Why is he not stopping? I look down, and I see how high I am. I think I am going to cry.

“Uwwwaaaahhhh”

My cries are echoing in the room, and then I hear someone who seems to be running towards my room.

I heard Mother’s voice say, "Riel, let him down. Can’t you see he hates it?”

I can feel a soft touch from behind, taking me away from my father’s hands.

She wraps her arms around me…I feel so safe and secure in my mother’s arms. I can hear my mother humming beautifully; it's like a hymn that gives off a comforting and relaxing atmosphere.

I can’t believe I cried at my age…...my mental age, I suppose. I looked up to see my mother’s face—a face that no words can explain—her beauty with such long golden blonde hair, her long eyelashes harmonize with her emerald green eyes.

Now that I got a hold of myself, being held like this, umm…I am facing a deadly weapon, and a really huge one. Seeing this figure is what many men (and perhaps some young boys) would dream of (literally, a wet dream).

Wait a minute… Hopefully, it does not mean that I’ve been drinking from that.

…but then my stomach rumbles out of nowhere.

My mother stops and looks at me, then says, “Seems like little Gabriel is hungry.”

She reaches for her shoulder to remove the cloth from her shoulder. Wait, why is she not getting the bottle?

I think I know where this is going.....breastfeeding. I am not mentally prepared for this. I am totally not mentally prepared for this!! {His face (͡ ° ͜ʖ ͡°)}

A day passed by.

I can hear a footstep near my room. I turn my head to see who’s coming to the door.

Oh God, please don’t be father please, please. As the door slowly opens, I pray to Being XXX that it won’t be my father. And the person that appears is…. Father. Curse you, Being XXX, for not answering my prayers.

Well, maybe he just came here to check on me and will not do what he did to me yesterday.

I can see my father slowly approaching the crib where I reside.

That’s probably right; he just wants to check on me and will not do the same thing that happened yesterday.

I look at my father’s face… Oh God, that’s not a face that says I am just checking…that’s the same face he had yesterday when he lifted me up. Shit shit shit.

He grabs me the same way he did yesterday. Alright, I just need to close my eyes and wait till he puts me down.

I can feel him lifting me up; as of now, I can feel that I am high up in the air with only two hands holding me by my sides. I just need to wait for him to put me downnnnn---

WHY THE HELL IS HE SPINNING IN A CIRCLE?!! And not only that, he gets faster and faster as each second passes.

Just don’t look. Just don’t look. My eyelids feel as if the wind pressure is forcing them to open up.

Huh, is he slowing down? Oh, father, just stop. I just need to give him the look as if I were saying, Please stop.

I opened my eyes and looked at my father, trying my best to give him the expression of begging him to stop.

He smiled at me. Did he understand the message of my expression?

I think he di-OH FUCK!! HE FUCKING TOSSES ME UP IN THE AIR!!!

Oh, wow, what a nice view. Huh, this feeling feels like I have achieved enlightenment. Oh, wait, I remember this feeling. It was the same feeling at that one time when I was a kid, when I once rode a drop tower. This has the same feeling as what I am experiencing right now, but without the safety and a seat. Ah, I Remember This Exact Same Feeling Of Shitting Myself.

"Uwaaahhhhh,” I cried out… and with the same loudness as last time.

I can hear footsteps as if they were running at full speed.

“GABRIEL I AM COMING” my mother shouted just outside the room.

I look at the door with watery eyes. I can see my mother. She is holding a rolling pin in one of her hands. Was she cooking…? I don’t care; just take me away from this brute, mother. I reach out to my mother with my tiny arms and a teary expression.

Mother calmly removes me from my father’s hands and puts me back on the crib.

After putting me back in the crib, she turns to my father. It seems that her atmosphere changes from a kind and angelic aura to a full-on ruthless and demonic aura. I can see my father, who seems to fear not even death itself, shrinking in fear in front of my mother. I turn around, for even I can’t endure my mother’s bloodlust. All I can say is that she is giving my father an extreme beating from the loud shriek he lets out. After a while, I can no longer hear my father cries for pain. I look at where the crime scene happened, and I can see that the rolling pin that my mother brought is now broken and sticks up on my father's ass. In conclusion, my mother is really scary.

After that, she came closer to me. To check on me, perhaps. “Don’t worry now, little Gabriel; I have taken care of the mindless brute,” she said to me.

She holds me, then she notices a smell coming from me and says, “Seems like Riel gave little Gabriel such a scare, for it has become quite smelly in here.”

Well, I can’t control myself after all; I am an infant once more. To be honest, it’s good that I’ve had more control than a month ago. As I didn’t shat myself sooner, so please stop making me feel ashamed of myself. My mother then proceeds to change what seems to be a diaper. It is like a cotton weave into a cloth or something, but one thing is for sure: it is quite comfortable.