Numinous | KHR Fanfiction

Chapter 2: New family

^^Picture above: (credits to the owner of the picture on the right)

I couldn't find any picture that looks like my character, so I decided to make my own.

The picture on the left I drew it :D. Though my drawing skills are still not to the level of expert, I looked up on Google and tried to imitate it. Apologizes for the unclear lines, the image was too dark that I had to adjust the brightness and contrast to make it appealing.

 Fun fact: I took it from the main character of 'Suddenly becoming a princess one day'. Thus it is not my art but I changed it a little to suit my image of my OC. Just imagine the colors coz I was lazy to color it :p. Her hair is white blonde with brown ends and her irises are blue-green-yellow-white. Lol, I know why there are so many colors, well guys, it's a secret ;) Haha, just think of the blend of colors from dark to white.

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I was not amused. Coming out from that place and wailing like a banshee. Bathed in warm water and got touched in all places. A white blonde haired man cooed at me and got up-closed at my face to examine my eyes. I lifted my hand-god baby's coordination were troublesome-and slapped his face, though it felt like light touch. 

I watched his face uplifted and out of nowhere, glitters and flowers surrounded him. I guaranteed he will be the doting parent in the future. I was shocked to see him openly expressed his affections. Back then, my previous father did not show this often. He was once a kind man but everything turned upside down after mother left. Something swelled inside me. It was an unfamiliar feeling. For some reason, I did not feel like I dislike this loving moment. I decided to allow myself to bask in my father's warm yet firm hold, blankly looking at him doing all . 

Slowly, my eyes drooped and my body relaxed in my comfortable cocoon. I lulled into sleepiness, listening to my new father's coos. 

In this life, I was reincarnated into a baby of new parents. My father was a tall and have a toned physique-hard muscles underneath his wrinkled buttoned shirt when he held me. He has white blonde hair and narrowed bright blue eyes, along with a sharp jawline. From his looks, he could attract many women and made their hearts ran wild. 

My mother is of average height and a petite figure. She has chestnut brownish-orange hair and an odd pair of milky white eyes. Which caught me by surprise. Is she a Hyuga? That thought excites me a little, however being reincarnated into a world filled with wars, fighting and other destruction was not on my bucket list. If you looked closer to her irises, you noticed that Hyugas have a slight shade of lavender while she has none. Just pure white. I felt pity for her as she suffered in a world of darkness. She neither could see the world around her in colors nor see her child's features. To cope with the lack of sight, she needed to use other senses to absorb information. Touching the person's face was the only way to "see" what they looked like. She listened to their voices and categorized who belonged to. I could not imagine how hard her life was. Yet, each individual has their own struggles and weaknesses to cope in life. 

My last life was hard as I struggled to balance between work and school. I needed the money to support myself and my family. I was so focused on making money and my academics that I did not recognize how outcast I was. Barely, I talked to my classmates and participated in school activities. Only three people made way into my life.

The thought of my previous life made me wonder about my family and friends. Are they doing well? They must be grieving after my death. Grandmother and Little nugget will be depressed about the news. The house will only have two people. I wonder if they have enough income to support the house and place food on the table. Little nugget was 13-years-old and just finished second year of middle school. What will he look like when he grew older? What happened to my friends? Are they fine? All these questions increased anxiety and concern. I felt tears coming out and my throat released a whimper.