Reincarnated, Oh It Looks Like I Died Again.

Awakening

Ria's POV

It's hot. Where is the light? Why is everything so blurry? I open my eyes. All I see is a beautiful woman weeping in front of me. Her wavy, honey blond hair was a mess. Each tear that rolled out of her gentle sky blue eyes sparkled like diamonds. Lips that were like a small heart were quivering, occasionally letting out a soft moan of anguish. Why is she crying? I reach out to her. Come on, crying is a waste of that beautiful face. 

That's when I notice it. My arms and hands are small. They were soft like a child's, wait no. Scrap that! They are a child's. Now I am awake. I reincarnated into a child's body. I push myself upright. As I am inspecting myself, the mystery woman looks up. Now she is just staring in shock. Her waterworks have stopped but tears still pooled the corners of her eyes.

(O_O;)

"R-Ria? Is this a dream? B-but the d-doctor said you w-wouldn't m-make it..." She choked out as if just saying those words would cause the world to end. 

Ria? But my name is... Oh right. I left that world behind. My past self is dead. Now its just me here. This me, is called Ria. From my memories this woman is my mother. Whistle~ she is quite a stunner.

"Mother... It's alright I'm alive. See, you can still feel my warmth right?" My body moves as if on instinct and places Ria's- I mean my - mother's hand on my cheek. This might be the remnants of Ria's original soul. Rest in peace, wherever you are Ria, many thanks for this new chance at life.

While paying my respects to Ria, her mother bear hugs me. While sobbing (this time tears of joy) she snorts out, "It's a miracle! A god given miracle! My baby!"

Oh.... dear. The stimulation is too much. The first thing that happens to me in the morning, is a beautiful woman tackling and hugging me. Soooo many people would be jealous of me, regardless of gender.

(^ω~)

Hmmm... moving on. This body seems to have a stockpiling of various memories from Ria's - I mean- my life. (Sorry not use to addressing myself as Ria). Anyways I pulled out some various information about myself.

Here is the gist of it: 

Name: Ria Ausburn

Age: 7

Height: not quite sure but on the tall side

Relation: Daughter of Ashley Ausburn

While my mother is something like this:

Name: Ashley Ausburn

Age: shhh... but early 40s

Height:~ not sure

Relation: Widow of Oliver Ausburn

 Head Maid of the Pendragon Family

Mother of Ria Ausburn.

My father seems to have died when I was to young to remember. But that's not important! Is my mother actually a Mother?! She looks wayyyyy to young! When I was about that age my hair was already graying and my skin had wrinkles. While on the other hand, this, THIS woman still had rosy cheeks and beautiful luscious hair. WHY WORLD? WHYYYY???

(p.s. I don't want to admit my job as a detective may have played a small role in my aging)

Wait... Something doesn't seem right here. My mother is a maid, doesn't that mean she has a job to do? It would be terrible if she got fired for staying with me!

"Mother... Don't you have to go to work?" I gently tap her as to remind her. 

"That doesn't matter! The Duke said that I could take a break to watch you today! So don't worry about it!" She grinned like a child getting to skip school. Seeing her smile like that... Let's just say that if I had done something the world would have been my enemy. 

...

My mother takes me out the next day to her job. Quite irresponsible if you ask me but hey she's the boss. With the integration of my memories and Ria's I could pull out a few key details.

1. This world has no magic (at least not proven)

2. Everyone where's frilly gowns.

3. Something similar to an industrial revolution is going on

That's it. Honestly, what could anyone expect from the memories of a seven year old who has been bedridden for most of their life? Despite the lack of info something about this setting just hits a bell with me. I just can't remember what.

Just for this occasion I am wearing a tiny maid uniform identical to my mother's. I took a glance at the small mirror by the basin where I washed my face. I felt my soul slowly die again.

WHAT??????

Author's Comments:

Hey its Kimchikat! YOur local weirdo, amateur writer/ stalker.

|･ω･)Anyways, this is like my first official story and thanks to ShiftyKitty I got some good advice! So if you have any comments or suggestions please do place your opinion below. I plan to work hard to finish this story so please take care of me! ....φ(・∀・*)