Oh No, I've Been Reincarnated

I Guess I'm Dead

 Nothing. Literally nothing.

What the hell is this place! Is this what happens when you die? Or am I in a coma? What is going on? You know what, I'm definitely dead. So now the age old question gets answered, for me at least. I wonder what's happening.

"Ahahahaha, what do we have here? Hmmmm?" What the fuck?

"Hey! Watch your language little girl!" I'm not little! I'm 15 okay!

"That's still young..." Yeah whatever old man. You're probably some kind of thousand-year-old god that is here to reincarnate me anyway. I've read my fair share of novels! You're gonna make me a villainess in an otome game or something, right? Also, please appear, it's weird talking with someone through thoughts; I can't see you.

Suddenly a youthful boy with cute and fluffy white-blond hair appears in front of me. He opens eyes that I can't decipher the color of and raises his hand to the side of his mouth in a classic rival style.

"Ahahahahahahahaha, you think I'm cute don't you! Who's the old man now?" Still you, old timer.

"What! You are very rude do you know that!" I roll my eyes. Yes I do, I've been told several times.

He sighs, "Whatever, let's get this over and done with." Okay, fine.

"You have been angelically kind and generous during your life so you get a few requests for your reincarnation. What would like?" Angelically kind huh? That doesn't sound like me, but a gift's a gift so I'll be the one to unwrap it! Hmmmm. How about a nice, loving family, a soulmate and a cute pet that will live as long as I do!

"That's all? You don't want anything else?" Oh! Don't give me any OP powers please and thank you!

He seems surprised. "You really don't want to be all powerful?" Nah, that sounds like a hassle. I don't enjoy the spotlight much.

He shrugs and frowns as if to imply that I'm missing out on something major. "Okay. Bye."

The white plane and handsome god disappear. I wonder if I'll retain my memories in my next life? It's so dark here. And what are those voices. Ow! Someone just hit my butt! That's not very nice at all!

Ohhh wait. That's what doctors do to get newborn babies crying! Ok, ok, ummm. "Wahhhhhh!" There we go I'm crying now, you happy? Leave my butt alone!

I look up at the gian-I mean normal sized adults that are staring at me. They have some really good looks! Was I really reincarnated into an otome game? I really hope not. There's always so much petty drama in these games, they're so unrealistic too. I mean who in the world is that nice? It's almost obnoxious really, and everyone hating one girl because she was mean to their collective crush! Come on! Like boys would ever be friends and  like the same girl! 

As I'm making unintelligible noises, muttering to myself, I find myself in a woman's arms. I think she is my new mom. That god better have made good on his promise! I want a happy  family this time. 

She is gorgeous with indigo eyes and rose-red hair in an elaborate updo, kind of like an anime queen. If I really am in an otome world and my family has death flags I will make sure to reverse them all! Hmph, as if that stupid heroine could beat me, she's always so naive and weak!

As I'm giggling at my insults, Mom smiles at me. Ah, it's too bright! And where did those flowers come from?

She then tenderly hands me to my new dad, I think. He has baby blue hair and white-gray eyes. His gentle color palette is matched by a regal and elegant uniform displaying shiny medals on his chest. I wonder what his title is to wear such a flashy outfit? What title do I have if any? And why is everyone so pretty in this world? It's unfair at this point, don't raise my expectations!

"What should her name be darling?" Ah, yes, I'm not Lia anymore am I? I'm a different person now. Okay. I hope I don't get bored here like last time.

Mom places a finger on her chin in consideration, "Hmm, how about Verilia? A beautiful name worthy for our beautiful baby girl." Verilia? I could get used to it, it kind of sounds like Lia anyway.

Dad nods excitedly and claps his hands. What is he, two years old? "That sounds perfect honey!" He smiles down at me and talks in a baby voice. "Hi Verilia, my little cutie pie! I love you so, so much!" Aww, that's cute. But if I'm talked that way until I start talking I may lose it.

He gestures to a small woman with sandy brown hair in a bun and sleepy, muted-green eyes. "This will be your personal nurse, Anne. She will take care of your little self!" Uhm, can you stop talking in your baby voice now? It's starting to get annoying. 

Dad hands me to Anne and she takes me to my room. My room seems way  too big for an infant. With a massive, detailed carpet and softly decorated windows that feel even bigger compared to my miniature stature. Everything's plush and fluffy, will I ever want to leave this place? It's so So pastel lavender and white everywhere. This place already feels so lovely and comfortable to me!

Anne places me into my beautiful wooden crib, with flowers carved on the outside and several soft and fluffy items inside the interior. "Get some good rest princess." I barely hear her as my sleepiness tugs me toward a nap...