Mikoto violently coughed as she was freed from her dark prison. Saying she was disorientated was massive understatement, everything was spinning and she couldn't move properly.

She could hear voices but they were muffled. She tried opening her eyes but everything was blurry. She was being moved around which explained the nausea.

Closing her eyes she called upon her ability to lash out at those around her.

Nothing happened.

He blood ran cold as she tried again and again getting the same result.

Tears gathered as fear gripped her heart. She didn't know where she was, who was with her and to top it off her ability wasn't responding.

She cautiously opened her eyes once the nausea stopped, everything was still blurry but she could work out what things were.

She looked up at a skin coloured blob with blurry black running over the top and down the sides, a face with black hair. The woman the said something to what she deduced to be a man standing next to her.

Frustratingly it was like being underwater and her eyes hadn't adjusted properly.

Mikoto turned her attention back to the woman and reached up to touch her face to find out see if this was real or some elaborate illusion.

She stared uncomprehendingly at the sight of her tiny hand, or at least what she thought was her hand. All she could see was a pink blob.

Her breath quickened. She couldn't think. She didn't understand.

She was oblivious to the panic around her as she tried to process what her senses were telling her.

A pain filled scream brought her out of her mini panic attack, and she looked around for the source. With a start she realised she was now in the arms of someone else. Someone with shoulder length, dark brown hair and glasses. She could also feel a blanket wrapped around her.

A few seconds later she was passed to someone else. A man with short sandy brown hair. She could feel the tears running down her cheeks as she shivered.

There were so many questions. So many things she didn't understand. She sort of understood what was going on but her mind couldn't accept it.

Reincarnation.

That was the only thing she could think of, but it didn't make sense. She didn't die, did she?

She didn't remember dying.

The woman screamed again and she closed her eyes, attempting to block out the world.

Overwhelmed didn't even begin to describe how she felt.

Soon the unmistakable sound of a baby crying filled the room and Mikoto opened her eyes.

She could just about make out a reddish pink blob being held by the person wearing glasses.

Taking a few deep breaths she tried to calm down. Panicking wasn't helping.

She thought back. The war between Science and Magic was well underway, and she was with Touma when...when?

Nothing. She couldn't remember.

She moaned and tried clutching her head as it exploded in pain.

She wasn't aware of the panic around her, all she could focus on was the pain and wishing it would stop.

Waking up was hard, at first Mikoto thought she was back in Academy City. It was only when she had trouble moving that she realised her supposed reincarnation wasn't a dream.

Meaning she was now the daughter of two strangers.

Turning to her right she could just about make out the other baby sleeping next to her. Covered by the same red blanked as her.

Turning to her left she could see the bars of the crib she and her sibling were in, and passed that the blurry figure of the man with sandy brown hair.

She teared up as her stomach rumbled and internally cursed.

As a baby everything was supposed to be instinctual. Their brains weren't developed enough to truly understand anything, but she was different. She was a 15 year old reincarnate with memories. Her brain was older than her body, in other words being a baby was going to be hell.

Her stomach rumbled again and she didn't know what to do. A baby's natural instinct would be to cry, but she was 15, stubborn, prideful and most definitely not a cry baby.

Her hands came up around her mouth almost instinctively, and by the time she realised what she was doing she was already chewing them.

She could only feel horror and disgust.

Then she nearly had a heart attack as her sibling, who was previously sleeping soundly, cried for the whole world to hear.

The loud but muffled bang that followed, could only have been the man crashing to the floor.

A few moments later he picked up the screaming baby and Mikoto heard a door open. The man then passed the baby to the woman who sat on the now vacated chair.

The woman started breastfeeding the baby and she froze when the man lifted her out the crib and passed her to the woman. The woman brought her head up to her vacant breast and Mikoto hesitated.

She knew it was vital for a baby to get milk from 'the mother' because of all the natural antibodies it provides. Breastfeeding was normal for a baby. But she wasn't a baby, not mentally. But she was physically and thus had to breastfeed. No matter how much her mind rebelled against the idea.

The woman rocked her gently obviously trying to get her to feed, and sealing away her pride she sucked.

She suckled until her little baby stomach told her it was full, whilst the other baby was still suckling even after she'd finished.

She was soon passed back to the man who cradled her gently.

Seeing her sibling made Mikoto's thoughts wander to the sisters. Wondering if they were alright, what they were doing, if Misaka 10032 still had that cat and if Accelerator was still protecting Last Order and Worst.

She still has mixed feelings about Accelerator. She doesn't hate him anymore but she finds it hard to forgive him for what he did, even though he was working hard protecting two of the sisters. They'd managed to fight together in Hawaii but it didn't change the face that he'd killed 10031, before he was defeated and finally wised up. She knew it was just an excuse to hate him, especially since she was just as much to blame for their deaths as he was. The real monsters were the scientists involved. The scientists that tricked both of them.

Both she and Accelerator shared about the same amount of blame, but how could she forgive him when she couldn't forgive herself. However whilst someday she may be able to forgive Accelerator, she will never forgive Gensei Kihara or Aleister Crawley. Thanks to them she will have a hard time trusting anyone with authority greater than the standard military, because they are the people that can and do get away with major crimes on a daily basis. Actually she should really be thanking them for opening up my eyes to that.

Mikoto's eyes closed as the man's rocking started sending her to sleep, and internally cursed the fact she was a baby before sleep took her.

1 Year Old.

She was finally 1 year old.

The 1 year old eldest daughter of Thomas and Ayumi Ackerman.

Sure it wasn't great but it was a hell of a lot better then being a newborn baby. Her senses were up to speed and it no longer felt like she was underwater. She didn't even have to breastfeed anymore.

Unfortunately she still had to suffer through the worst, most degrading and humiliating problem babies face.

Bowel problems.

The body of an infant/toddler is not physically capable of controlling themselves, and Mikoto's new body is no exception. Thus she is still forced to wear a diaper or at least this world's version of one. A cotton flannel held in place by safety pins. If that wasn't a harsh enough blow to her mentality's pride, getting her bum wiped was.

The words 'unbelievably mortifying' did not do it justice.

She'd already endured it an entire year, what was one more?

One thing she couldn't help was the fact she always cried when it happened. She'd realised very quickly that hiding when it happened, was the stupidest idea she'd ever had. Being stuck in a shit covered tea towel for hours, and then having her bum scrubbed was far worse than the usual quick wipe and change.

Currently she was watching her younger sister, Mikasa playing with some fabric. The sounds she made were really cute and funny. She wasn't really all that interested in the fabric, instead she preferred watching Mikasa play. It was a strange feeling considering she grew up as an only child, and didn't interact with the sisters as often as she should have.

She was a terrible sister to them and vowed to be a better one to Mikasa.

She smiled softly before it completely disappeared feeling her bowls contract. Moaning pitifully she crawled over to her 'mother' and made the most miserable face she could muster. It was one of the few time when her mind and body felt the same.

Of course her mother immediately took pity on her and 5 minutes she was back in the kitchen, being hugged by her 'mother'. The comfort made her feel slightly better after the embarrassment and humiliation.

"See that wasn't so bad was it?" her 'mother' tried soothing her. Mikoto stayed silent, letting the tears run down her face. Most times she just wanted to sit in the corner and wallow in despair. Her 'mother' had decided that wasn't appropriate and hugged her for a while instead.

Only when the tears stopped was she placed back with Mikasa. Of course she hadn't even noticed what happened, too enthralled with the fabric to pay attention to her surroundings. That was fine Mikoto would watch over, looking for any potential dangers and protecting her from them.

Just like a real big sister. Only she wasn't really Mikasa's sister was she?

She was Mikoto Misaka, daughter of Tabigake and Misuzu Misaka. 3rd Ranked Level 5 of Academy City. The Railgun.

Yet this family believed her to be one of them. Believed her to be their daughter Mikoto Ackerman. Elder twin sister of Mikasa Ackerman.

Her eyes shone with tears.

She didn't belong here, she was nothing but a fraud.

7 years old.

Mikoto was now physically capable of doing all the things a normal 7 year old could, meaning she had most of her freedom back. Even better she hadn't needed diapers since she was 2.

Within the 7 years she'd been alive in this world Mikoto had discovered a lot. For starters she takes after her father in appearance with the same sandy brown hair and eyes as opposed to Mikasa who takes after their mother. Every now and then they'd visit Shiganshina, a town enclosed inside 50 meter walls. Apparently there were giants that eat humans called titans on the other side. She'd also realised she wasn't going back to her original world any time soon.

It didn't make her feel any better though. One thing she was sure of was that Thomas and Ayumi Ackerman loved Mikoto Ackerman with all their hearts, and Mikoto hated it. Hated their unconditional love for who they thought she was. Hated never being able to tell them the truth. That she didn't belong.

In an attempt to somewhat make it up to them she did whatever any of them asked. It didn't matter who it was or what they were asking, she would do it without protest. Not once did she ever complain about something. It was the least she could do for replacing their family member.

Currently she was playing hide and seek outside with Mikasa. Their father was out hunting and their mother was in the kitchen washing dishes. She was at her limit. She couldn't take the kindness anymore. So she was going to leave. It was better this way. Such amazing people didn't deserve someone as horrible as her.

So as Mikasa counted she rushed back into the house and up into her and Mikasa's shared room. Opening the window she climbed out and down the log house. This way would buy her more time until her 'mother' realised she was really gone. The moment her feet hit the ground she ran as fast as her 7 year old body could manage. Stopping just past the treeline she turned back and stated at the house with tears in her eyes. Shaking her head she ran deeper into the forest, not looking back least she listen to her heart and return.