Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn. I do own my dear OCs.

When I look out the window I see the usual stuff outside; people walking, people talking, people laughing, people running. It is just your usual day and I am having a fruit parfait in my favourite café. Everything is normal, at least from my perspective. From someone else's point of view that might be not the case, I mean, how often do we see a young adolescence woman surrounded by four men in black suits, earpieces included, eating a parfait in a small town's café?

My thoughts; not often. That's why I don't blame the onlookers for staring in my direction. For them it is a rare sight after all.

For me, well, let's say I'm used being surrounded by men in black, and no, they are not part of the mafia. The four of them are part of the SPF also known as the Special Police Forces. In other words, they are my bodyguards.

Why bodyguards? To be honest I don't have an answer for that. I only know that my life has filled with lies to cover up the so-called hidden truth. I could only speculate.

Then what about my family? Another good question. I know little to nothing about them. I have never even seen my parents in flesh. I did see my mother once in a picture and she was average; a Chinese woman with mid-length black hair, slightly slanted brown eyes, small nose, pinkish lips, normal to athletic posture. She was just your average Chinese woman and I have her Chinese features. Her name was Huan Lin. As you may feel it, my mother is no longer in this world. She died from a disease a few months after my birth, or so I have been told. I can't exactly feel sad about it, I mean, I've never met her. I grew up with my foster parents after all.

No, let me correct that. Technically they are not my foster parents. They were hired by my father to look after me, meaning that he is still my legal guardian. Even though my father is my… father, I have never seen him before and I don't even know his name. A real mystery man, so to say. Despite knowing so little about him I don't bare any hateful feelings to him. For some reason I feel he cares about me even we don't have contact with each other. After all he has supported me and my foster parents financially. But that doesn't take away my curiosity for his identity. I have always wanted to know who he truly is and why he decided to hide me from his world. At least I know he is an important person, why else would I be raised under 24/7 watch. Unless my father is a crazy rich man…

Anyway, I haven't introduced myself yet, have I? My name is Sharon, Sharon Lin and currently 17 years old and for 17 years I have lived with guards. Through some events I have been separated from my foster parents, Rei and Ivan Walker, for more than a year now. Just like how was separated from my mother from the moment I came out of her womb. It is an awkward memory, so I would rather not speak about it.

But I thought memories before the age of four couldn't be remembered?

True, but I can. Reason? I was simply reborn.

Simply?

Not quite.

No seriously, I don't know anything about the whole reborn or reincarnation thing. My past self didn't know and even now I still don't know. I tried to find useful information about it in my new life, but it didn't get me anywhere. Which is understandable, the whole concept of life after death is dubious and not-understandable. Though I can scratch the dubious part, after all I am the living proof of life after death. I did have always thought that one would forget their past memories gradually within a few years, but I guess I was wrong on that. After all I still remember most of the things of my previous life, some things better than others.

As I scooped another spoonful of ice cream I thought about my life again. I have nothing to do anyway and there is still a lot of time before Olivia, the woman I am going to meet, arrives.

My past self was just an average indoor – ironically also Chinese – girl and I was 22 when I died. I remember how I liked to read books, especially a good roman or a good manga series, how I liked to watch movies and series, both real-life and animations, how I liked to draw and to make music, but failed miserably at it, and how I liked to annoy and tease my younger siblings to show my sisterly love for them. I still like those things, but I didn't have the time to do them as much as I remember. My new life has been quite… hectic, to put it mildly.

So, how did I die?

In a car accident, and no, I was not a poor pedestrian who got hit.

At the time I was driving, going back home from college because it was winter break. Everything was fine until a truck suddenly rammed into the right side of my car. The thing is that there were no side roads on the right side of the highway, so how did that damn truck even appear!? It wasn't Death Note! So after the collision I lost control over my car and I rammed into the left guardrail. The sad thing was that I took another car with me and with excruciating pain I lost consciousness.

The next thing I remember is that I couldn't breathe at all when I regained consciousness. The tight and painful feeling in my chest was terrifying and never in my life I was so scared, I thought I was going to die. So I screamed, not knowing whether it would help me. Then all of the sudden my chest felt lighter and the pain slowly disappeared. I remember that I coughed something up and that everything went fast after that. First I was warm, then really cold, then back warm and I think I was carried in some way. I wanted to open my eyes, but I couldn't. For some reason my eyelids refused to work with me and in the end I let myself go with the flow. But something was not right, something didn't feel right. I was in an accident and I remembered I had horrible pain all over my body, so either the narcotics were doing an excellent job or there was an unexplained reason why my body didn't hurt when I moved my limbs. Though I was sure I had broken my arms and legs as well in the crash.

I probably lost consciousness soon after that again because the next thing I remember was the most shocking thing ever. When I actually managed to open my eyes I saw things that I did not expect. Everything, and I mean everything, was enormous. Even the nurse, who was probably checking up on me, was huge. So either the optical part of my brain was malfunctioning or something else was drastically wrong. Unfortunately the latter was confirmed by the nurse when she suddenly made cooing sounds when she saw me awake.

Nurses do not coo at a 22-years-old patient who has been in a car accident and because of that, the idea that I was turned into a baby popped into my head and that was confirmed only a few minutes later. The doctor carried me out of my bed, or more likely my crib, for probably a check-up and I think I went into shock after that because I can't quite remember what happened after.

So when I returned to my senses I had mixed feelings. I didn't know how to feel about the whole reborn thing. Besides, I was still in shock. It was too much and my mind with my small brain couldn't process it.

A second life?

I was glad to have another chance in life, but I couldn't think of a reason why. I was not a believer and I always did my way of things rationally. So if there was an omnipotent being, then why me?

Did It want to pester me in one or another way? Proving me that I should have been a believer? Or was this just the natural course of event after death?

If it was, then where was I? And how much time had gone by after I… died? How was my family coping with my sudden death? And was I still in the world I knew? If the thing called reincarnation existed, then wouldn't it be possible to zip through another dimension or whatsoever? Just like in those sci-fi stories I used to watch and read?

My shock was slowly replaced with questions, too many questions. No matter how hard I tried to come up with possible answers, it was useless. I had too many questions and an infinite numbers of possible answers and theories. All these questions made me forget the foremost important question; where were my new parents?

Only later I wondered about it, when I saw the families of my fellow baby-neighbours. Usually when a new born is born there are usually happy and noisy family members, but in my case I had no visitors in the time I had been awake. It even made me wonder whether my mother died during the delivery and father blamed me for it. Or she was still recovering and he was a scumbag that left her after she told him she was pregnant? Or was I abandoned by both of them, resulting in me being an orphan?

With that, I deemed my only a-few-days-old self depressed.

As more time went by I found out I was in London, United Kingdom and I also found out my name. It was Sharon, last name was still unknown because the nurses never called me by my full name and as even more time went by without having visitors I started to wonder what I should do as an orphan. At least I was sure of one thing; I needed to keep a low profile and keep my mouth shut to prevent saying things children don't know of. Whether I would lose my memories was still a question, but in the meantime I should do what babies do. Eat, sleep and cry when the diaper's full.

Boring? Definitely.

But an infant can't do more anyway. I guessed I could try to remember all my knowledge of my 22-years-old mind in case I did lose my memory. Also I thought up a plan to test out a child's brain. After all this was the moment to confirm whether a child's brain really learn things with more ease. But maybe this didn't apply for me because at the time I was technically 22 years old. But then again, maybe I would forget my plans and continue to grow up doing nothing interesting. I guessed only time would tell.

Though at some point I wished I didn't have my older mind. Despite the nurses' cutely talks I knew they pitied me, I understood every word they said to each other. English was not my mother language, but thanks to school I understood a fair amount of it. The fact that I was abandoned became more and more plausible. It was horrible to feel to be left behind, I really felt like crying, which I also did.

I don't remember how many days passed, but on a certain day I was visited by a young woman and a young man. I was rather jolted that I had visitors, but at the same time I was happy. From the looks in their eyes I could tell they were not my parents, but I was still glad to have people visiting me, other than the doctor and nurses.

The woman had a light complexion, brown reddish hair neatly tied up in a ponytail, grey eyes and had some freckles on her cheeks. From my point of view she had an athletic build and she didn't look too cheerful. She actually looked quite uncomfortable. The man also had a light complexion and he had the same brown reddish hair as the female, but his was short and messy. His eyes were grey too, but he had no freckles. As for his build, it was well toned. Unlike the woman he was smiling, though it was a bit forced in my opinion.

Later I learnt they had become my foster parents Rei and Ivan and only a few hours later I was discharged from the hospital. Much to my surprise we took the plane to UK's neighbouring country; Holland. It was ironic that I returned to the country I lived before. If there was indeed an omnipotent being, then it was toying with me for sure.