Reaching immortality (Reborn as Orochimaru)

1. I Was Certain I'd Died.

I wasn't sure what to expect when I felt like I could open my eyes once more. In fact, I didn't expect anything at all. 

I could see.

It was an odd sensation, unfamiliar and completely foreign and I wasn't entirely sure why. Sure I could think of a few theory's to my current predicament but my mind was partially clouded.

I rose up from the softness beneath me and looked around the relatively small room. A short bed, a box filled with junk near the door, and an end table. The walls were dark brown in color, but I imagined if the sun were shining through the window the room would light up beautifully. 

I strained my five senses and tried to determine the problem with the feeling I had.

My sense of touch was heightened, as if the calluses on my skin from years of scrapes and bruises had been replaced by something more fragile. My sense of smell was phenomenal, the dirt on the ground, the wooden walls around me, the fragrant scent of flowers on the sheets underneath me. I could smell underlying scents of different people, like imprints in the air.

It was dark, but I could see as if it wasn't, and that definitely shouldn't be possible but I could not allow myself to hyperventilate right now. This sight, is how I imagined a cat would see if I had suddenly switched species with my death. 

The theory was not completely ruled out.

I could taste the air, and it tasted amazing. Refreshing, like the clearest water on a moonlit night. I blinked at the picture my mind conjured up and opened my mouth to breath in a huge gulp of air. 

I could feel something enter my body and join with me before twirling around my insides and escaping slowly from my pores. 

Magic? Mana perhaps?

I could hear the sounds of breathing from another room in the house, as well as the sound of my own heart stuttering erratically. I calmed myself down with a few breaths and crossed my legs on the comfortable bed. 

I wasn't too sure what was going on. I was no longer in the same body I died in obviously, I could feel that from the moment I woke up. 

But there was no explanation for it. I'm alive now.

Alive again. 

I swallowed the spit in my mouth before trying to blank my mind and meditate. It was the best option right now, especially with the clawing feeling of hysteria building up in my throat.

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"Oro-chan, come help me chop the vegetables." The woman I assumed was my mother said calmly, as if letting a three year old handle sharp objects was an everyday occurrence. For all I knew it was.

I nodded from my spot on the dirt floor and went into the kitchen to assist her. The name Oro struck me as strange, since the english equivalent was basically 'huh'. It humored me a little to imagine that my parents took one look at me when I was born and tilted their heads in confusion at my appearance. Oro?

I would say 'who was I to judge', but being the person named gave me every right. Though I cared little for what I was called.

I took the stool from the pantry and went to the sink to wash my hands before handling the vegetables. The knife I was handed was recently sharpened and well made for a dirt floor home. I assumed the house was a matter of preference. 

There was plumbing, and the home itself seemed to have grown from the ground seeing as the walls looked like actual tree trunks. Bumps and knots, but smooth as if it had been sanded and polished.