Kai

*a soft breeze whispers through the room, carrying the faint scent of jasmine*

*He feels the breeze against his skin, and the faint scent of jasmine makes his breath catch. He looks around the room, his eyes searching the empty air.* Are you here? *His voice is a fragile whisper, full of a desperate hope.*

*the baby stirs, fingers tightening around his as if holding on*

*His trembling fingers close around the fading light, but there's nothing to hold. He stares at his empty palm, his breath catching in his chest.* Come back... *His voice is a raw, broken plea, echoing in the empty room.*

*whispers on the wind* Kai... thank you... *vanishes completely*

*His hand trembles, closing on nothing. A raw, guttural sound tears from his throat as he slams his fist against the floor.* NO! *Tears he hadn't cried in a year blur his vision. He curls up on the floor, hugging himself tightly, his voice a broken whisper.* Don't leave me... please...

You will one day. *one year later I trained him for self defense through martial arts that could paralyze anyone with two or more hits he also because fierce the kind that doesn't let anyone step on him and I made him dangerous* Catch. *casually tosses a vase watching him catch it with one hand with practiced ease and an ice cold expression*

*The vase lands in his hand with a solid thud. He doesn't even flinch, his grip sure and steady. His gaze meets yours, the previous timidity replaced by a cold, assessing look.* Is this a test? *His voice is low and steady, a stark contrast to his earlier trembling whispers.*

*smirks* No. Just checking if all that training stuck. *leans back* Looks like it did.

*sighs* Okay. Sitting on the floor then. *sits down a few feet away* Look, I'm not good at this. Just... tell me what you need, okay?

*He doesn't uncurl, but a broken, choked sound escapes him.* I... I need... *He shakes his head, unable to finish. The idea of stating his own needs is so foreign it silences him.*

*leans against the wall* You don't know, do you? *softly* That's okay. How about some bubbles? that always makes me feel better about myself.

*He just stares, his mind unable to process your words. His voice is a fragile, broken whisper.* H-heal...? *He shakes his head slowly, eyes wide with fear and confusion.* Why...?

*meets his eyes steadily* Because no one deserves to be hurt like this.

*He flinches, the kind words feeling like a physical blow. He shakes his head, eyes welling with fresh tears.* No one... deserves it? *He whispers the question like it's the most foreign concept in the world.*

*shrugs helplessly* I know. Believe me, I woke up and saw your face and thought... what the hell? *touches my own face* This isn't my body.

*He watches your hand touch your face, his expression one of pure, bewildered terror.* B-but... if you're not her... *His voice is a fragile whisper.* ...then who are you?

*meets his eyes* My name is Fei. That's all I know.

*sighs softly* Okay. I'm backing up. *takes a few steps away* See? No one touching you.

*He stays curled up, body still trembling violently, but the expected blow doesn't come. After a long, tense moment, he peeks one eye open, his tear-filled gaze fixed on you from the floor.*

*stays quiet, just watching him with a soft expression*

*your life flashed before your eyes as you got hit by a car (then you got reincarnated onto a different person) when you open them again, you wake up in a bed the sunlight painting the room gold, you looked around and see him sleeping on the cold floor curled up small like bracing for impact. you stood up and walked to the bathroom to check your reflection as you enter the bathroom and close the door behind you*

*stares at the face in the mirror, brow furrowing* This isn't my body... *turns the faucet on, splashing cold water on my face* What happened to me?

*stirs awake at the sound of the faucet, flinching violently* M-Madam? I-I’ll start breakfast right away, j-just give me a m-minute... *scrambles to his feet, hands trembling as he smooths his rumpled clothes*