{Hong Kong, the Year 2008, August 8, Friday}
This should be my 8th life by now, I'm tired of this shit. I don't care if I die anymore. Two can play this game, you bastard. As I was being pulled out of a womb, I found myself in a hospital room, at the very least it wasn't in some alley like in my 4th life or the middle of a war in my 6th.
"Congratulations it's a beautiful baby boy!"
THANK GOD, no offense to women but I was sick of having period cramps from my 7th life. Never again do I wish I could be a woman. They truly go through hell when they have their periods... I respect them even more now for that.
I started observing my surroundings, staying quiet. Though I did forget I was a baby, they thought something was wrong with me when I didn't make any noise. Now it's time to run the waterworks.
I started crying, their faces slightly confused after the delay, but never mind that, as they started wiping me with a towel, they soon passed me over to my mother, I was still trying to figure out what country I was in this time.
I started feeling drowsy, I felt my eyes become heavy. I hate being a baby, you always get so sleepy...
(A few hours later)
I found myself in a crib. I hated these things, and as I looked around, I realized I was in the hospital's nursery. I gave a quick look around, albeit it was hard, I noticed that most of the nurses tending to us were Asian, so first, at least I knew I was in Asia.
After further inspection, I noticed the Chinese characters on the nameplates of the cribs, struggling to take a peek through the bars of my cage. Somewhere in China, I guess.
As I lay in my crib, I started to plan out my future. Firstly, ever since that dreadful day back in Britain. That voice whom I later found out in my second life was in fact the devil. The Devil kept his promise, he would keep me alive, but only for his amusement. His form of keeping me "alive" was making me retain my memories every time I reincarnated.
It was absolute torture, and the devil only made it worse by cursing me to find my soulmate. But the devil was cruel and cunning, saying that the curse would be broken only when I find that person, he made it so that by the day I turn 18, at sunset sharp, I shall die. At the same time when I died in my first life, if I did not find my soulmate and make that person fall in love with me, though that bastard never made it easy.
My soulmate would always either have been married or already be in a relationship, so whenever I tried to approach them, I would always be seen as the mistress or villain of the relationship. The devil even made it so that my soulmate wouldn't have feelings for me, and that I had to work for it. Work for it my ass, as if I could make them fall in love with me, they were always in love with someone else, and it always hurt to see that. So, in this life, that was going to change.
So, I made I rundown in my head, first off, no falling in love. Even if I find my soulmate over my dead body, I try to engage in a relationship with them. I don't want to fall in love anymore, it hurts too much. If I don't do this, it won't be fun for the devil anymore, maybe he might even throw me away and leave me alone because I wasn't playing his game. Next, I'll live this life to the fullest, I'll enjoy myself as much as possible before I die, at the very least I deserve that.
The plan was simple, don't fall in love, enjoy life. It was short and sweet, much like how my life is going to be this time.
Seeing as how the nurse was approaching me, it seemed it was now time for me to be fed, they brought me over to my mother who was just a few doors away. The room was private and quite large, at least I knew my parents were rich enough to afford this. Though now it was the worst part.
They handed me over to my mother to be breastfed, this was the part I was dreading. Sure, to them I was a hungry baby, yes, I won't deny that I was starving, my instinctual cries were the evidence of that, but not when I had the mentality which at this point was like an adult.
I soon gave into hunger though, and I gave in to the temptation, cursing human nature over my morality. I was now up close, able to see the face of my mother, and it was practically blinding. She was so... so... beautiful... It was as if there was some sort of halo around her head. Who was she? Was she some sort of model? Actress? Now I knew my parents were rich.
The face of my father soon came into view as he looked over at me curious at what I looked like.
"He has your eyes, sweetheart, he's pretty just like you."
"Oh stop, though keep complimenting me, I like that. Our baby is beautiful isn't he."
"Yes, he is my love, though now that I look at it, I think I won the bet, he looks just like me. Even has my jawline."
At this point I could tell that my parents had bet who the baby was going to look like more, well I have yet to be able to my face, so I'll be the judge of that once I do.
"Oh no you don't, like you said, he has my eyes. I think I've already won this."
"Oh really, he has my jawline look at that!"
What jawline? In a literal baby, what makes you think I already have a jawline? What a nice defense my father came up with, as they continued on with their friendly war on who I looked like more. I was starting to lose hope in what kind of father I was getting, he can't be this dumb, can he?
The devil at the very least had the decency to make me speak and understand every language, I could thank him for that at least, though that thanks will always be swiftly taken back. I could always understand what anyone was saying, at least something convenient that came around with the curse.
Amidst the chaos, I was able to catch a glimpse of my father, and if I thought of my mother as drop-dead gorgeous, my father was an absolute Adonis. He had an amazing jawline, his face was practically award-winning, and it belonged to a museum. It deserved to be looked at and admired by all. Though my mother wasn't falling behind in the beauty department either.
As I continued having my fill, my mother, even with an angry face, was beautiful. By now she already had my father in the palm of her hand. His ears tightly locked in her grip, father now begging for mercy. Now I knew my father was a sucker for my mother.
Under closer inspection, my mother's skin was light and flawless, without any blemishes. It was soft and smooth to the touch. Her lashes were long, her hair was long and wavy too. She had blue eyes, that's rare for an Asian, looks like she's mixed. Her hair was as black as the night. Looking at her face was like looking at a work of art. There were no other words other than to just say my mother was the definition of elegance, she was like an angel who descended upon the mortal plane.
I pray that I inherited even just a fraction of her looks, at least I had her eyes. My father was handsome too. Looks like this was going to be a good life. Rich parents, who are caring too, plus with their genes, I'll look amazing.
I soon became full, their argument now having dissolved and both were now just staring at me intently, my father gently brushing my head, slowly taking me away from my mother's arms as I burped.
"So have we finally decided on a name?"
My mother asked as I was held gently in my father's arms. It was warm and nice; his body was amazing too. His seemingly hard muscles felt like a glove as he put me against his chest.
"Why don't we give him something unique, our family name 'on', is rare enough in itself. What about 'on tze nam'?"
"It's a name that's rarely seen, after all he is our treasure."
As I started to slip away again to the grasp of sleep, I thought to myself what a good name. It sounds short and sweet to the ear. At least this was a sign of how my life was going to be. I closed my eyes and nuzzled my face against my father's chest, it was warm, his heartbeat that kept beating faster was like a lullaby to me, lulling me to a deep sleep.