Chapter 1: Denial at it's Finest

-The power of the mind is remarkable.

However the power of stupidity and denial trump that.- A/N

Life after death

It was a strange and foreign concept. Sure, I've heard of reincarnation but never really thought it would happen to me.

Certainly not when I was just walking across the road and suddenly Bam! A car hit me. First there was shock before I started panicking 'waitwhathowroadycarhitwaitfamilyfriend-'

Then darkness.

I found myself bleary-eyed and awakening from what felt from a long, long dream.

However, I felt a wave of sleepiness pass over me and succumbed again to the sweet blissful darkness.

I was sure I had just woken up from sleeping and was in a hospital somewhere. I was also sure my parents would be there any minute.

Little did I know that I was right and at the same time I was extremely wrong.

The next time I woke up I was half conscious state -It must have been because I'm recovering and the medicine- I thought.

My senses picked up on soft murmuring, soothing warmth, and bright light. I almost fell asleep again until a random thought crossed my mind. 'I can't see anything' then more urgently 'I can't see!' My eyes were open but 'I can't see! am I blind?!'

However, I reasoned since there was brightness in my vision that I could still see. I felt myself calm down.

'It must be the hospital lights' I thought drowsily as I felt myself drift off into dreamland again without control.

"OMEDETO!"

Correction, I would have drifted off to sleep, but I heard cheering. I winced 'So loud',

I wanted to complain. Something along the lines of 'Yes I'm alive so would you tone it down a bit?'

However, I luckily didn't have to exert my low energy reserves, because someone was shushing whoever else was there. 'Thanks for shutting them up random person.'

I felt warmth again and leaned into it unconsciously. I fell under a wave of sleepiness and heard only blessed sweet silence

Over the course of who knows how many weeks I had got accustomed to my surroundings and had recovered enough to see somewhat. Truthfully, all I could see were outlines of blurry faces as really giant blow up balloons.

The first time I 'saw' was when I opened my eyes only to see a large blob. Then another which I could only assume were male and female, and thus my parents. This startled me so much that I made a weird choked sound.

"Kawaii!" cooed my mom. Cooed? 'What the hell?' My mom never coos. Nevermind. 'More importantly when did Mom start using Japanese anime terms, and why is she calling me cute when I landed in a hospital bed after being beat up by a truck?'

I was about to announce that fact, however, all came out was another strangled gurgle. -'Shoot! Has my ability to speak been lost along with my eyesight?- Panic rose up within me as a felt tears building up.

The bed must have been moved or Dad must come forward because before I knew it saw a larger face and lighter hair color. He made some gibberish sounds I assumed were supposed to comfort me however it only made me cry harder. -Now my hearing is shot to pieces! What next!?-

As I dissolved into a full blown sobbing mess suddenly the bed started jostling because of dad (presumably as he was the only person in view). This only made me more upset and annoyed. 'Shouldn't you know not to jostle injured people Dad!?'

However for some reason the movement was soothing, and warmth from the bed, and soft murmuring (from Mom) became oh so tempting and began lulling me to sleep. I felt myself drifting off again...

My last thought through this whole ordeal was 'Why are my parents so weirdly happy when I'm in a hospital?!'

It was one that would pervade for several weeks before the metaphorical hammer of truth would hit my head

The first inkling I got of reality was when I could finally see more clearly and hear more clearly.

After listening intently to the gibberish they were speaking, I confirmed it was indeed Japanese. I then quickly came to the conclusion these were not my parents. Also by the time I had partially recovered my senses I found I was not in a hospital but in a house but not my own. A feeling of dread wormed its way into my heart increased by the fact my vision was obstructed by white bars.

My mind began to whir with assumptions courtesy of an overly creative mind. Had I been kidnaped!? Where were my parents?! I wanted them here not these strangers! I wanted to be home! At the hospital! Anywhere but here!

I couldn't help it the waterworks began again however this time I was not alone. A wail louder and higher than my own cries pierced the air prompting the bloblike brown haired woman to come over.

Panicking, I tried to turn my body to somehow run away but found I could hardly move. 'What the hell was I drugged or was that just the injuries from the accident? Have they kidnaped another kid other than me?' Unsure, frightened and not knowing what to do I cried and cried along with the other person until said cause reached the prison we were in.

'Oh God, Were they going to hurt us? Was I going to die? Was I going to sold as a slave or my organs to some shifty black market or-'

I breathed a sigh or relief as the other person picked up the other person. A tiny blob-like baby. His or her brown hair was sticking up and was bawling his or her eyes out. I then felt guilty for not being the one chosen for whatever stuff they were now going to do with him.

This feeling did not last for long. Guilt was replaced with dread. I heard the sound of a door opening and the deeper booming voice of the man as he came over and 'No No No No!' picked me up.

My vision began to clear as oblong shapes shifted into the blurry face of my captor. A man with short yellow hair and brown eyes. Feeling my life, purity and organs at stake I tried to kick him but it was a feeble attempt. 'Dam whatever drugs the kidnappers used!'

Instead, I tried plan B.

I spit..and failed utterly as I felt the stuff only get on my face. 'Ewww'.

The man however only seemed happy as he laughed annoying loud while I made a disgruntled face. Then the two kidnappers held me up to the baby and him facing me. At this point, our cries had died down.

"Tsuna" The woman pointed at Tsuna

"Kiyoshi" the man pointed at me.

I blinked absorbing what they were doing as they continued the pattern of pointing at us back and forth.

'Were they trying to name me? I could get trying to name the baby, but me a teenager? Yea right no way. That's not my name. My name was...was..

No way! I FORGOT MY NAME?!'

Omake: The Woes of being Identical Twins

'Maybe...I could accept these people as my parents.' I watched as the woman, Nana bustle around the kitchen while the man, Iemitsu set the table. Me and Tsuna were playing on the rug. Iemitsu got up presumably to get us seated for dinner and as I looked up to where Tsuna was. IN his place of a Tsuna shaped where he once sat playing with toys.

"Where is Tsuna? TSUNNNA?" exclaimed Iemistu panicking before seeing me.

"Tsuna there you are!" and he picked ME up. 'Wait! I thought the other kid was Tsuna'. Cue a very confused Kiyoshi.

"Now where is Kiyoshi" he scanned the room "KIYOSHI!" Hurriedly he dropped me safely onto the couch and rushed over the pick what I thought to be Tsuna. Tsuna was playing near the furnace by the way which was why Iemistu panicked. It was turned off though so no worries,

"Ara ara is this Kiyoshi or Tsuna?" asked a confused Nana scrutinizing our similar faces as he came back one of us tucked in each arm.

He handed Tsuna to her "I think this is Kiyoshi".

Annoyed, I made a face. 'Really? You can't tell us apart? I know we were pretty much identical twins and we were still so young to tell any differences between us but still.'

"Oh my mistake this one is Kiyoshi!" Iemitsu his eyes lighting up with recognition as he pointed at me with his now free hand

"How do you know dear?" asked Nana accepting his judgment without question and putting Tsuna in his high-chair.

"He's frowning cutely and Tsuna smiling cutely" stated Iemitsu gesturing at our opposite reactions.

'Never mind I take it back. These happy go lucky people cannot be my parents.'

A/N : POLL on on My Profile: Usually have one every so often about the story. Also Please comment, suggest and review so I know how this story is looking so far!

Character:. Kiyoshi is a boy's name. She has yet to realize that she's a baby, she's the twin, she's a boy, she's in KHR etc mostly because she's in shock, denial, a baby body, and grumpy pants etc. After being hit by a car and asleep half the time cuz thats what babies (and injured people do). Twins Ages: Newborn-Age 1

Surprise for Me: I free write except for a few very vague ideas of what I want to do. For instance originally I did not plan for her to think her new parents were kidnappers. So I'm open to ideas.

Plot: It's going to be canon endings but events may be tweaked. I plan to give her/him guardians. After childhood arc I'm might switch to 3rd person and call her a he. That way we can see into the minds of others like Tsuna! Muhahaha~