Kaladan had lost count of how long he had been trapped in this damn warm ass womb.
Initially he had tried counting to pass the time, not unlike a certain white haired protagonist from a show one of his fellow street rats used to blabber on about.
However it was when the numbers started reaching 5 figures that he gave up on that route. Anymore and he felt like his brain would collapse. In a way this made sense he was probably,most definitely, still in the development phase of his birth so his brain wasn't anywhere near matured to be doing allat.
After his near brain death, he decided to just stop giving a damn about it all. His time would come, and when it did. He would make sure he made his new father suffer through the same shi he was going through now. And if he was ugly, then the mama would have to catch this fade as well.
Something interesting he noticed was that as time passed on, he had more and more control of his legs. But everything else was still limited, prolly due to the way he rested in this dark,warm,slimy, stinky-he can't even smell yet- hellhole.
Noticing this, he started making a game that he found pretty funny. Even if it sounded a lil psychotic. The game was- How many times a day can I kick this bih. First it started small at a measly 9 before his legs just gave out, then it reached 11, then 14, 15, and so on. Everyday he made it a goal to improve his record.
In terms of common sense, was this smart? Hell no, but who gave a damn, the guy was losing his mind to boredom.
Slowly though, he got used to it. He didn't know when it started, but eventually he stopped thinking as much. Just simply existing, no thoughts equaled no emotion, and no emotion then translated to no reactions. He stopped thinking as much and just accepted that he was a baby now.
A baby that is not even out of the womb. Basically a sperm cell.
It was in that state of zen, as he called it when he actually did think, that he began to notice something. They were small, extremely small, so small he didn't know if he was just hallucinating them. But if not, then they were there, there and pretty.
The microscopic particles he noticed were quite beautiful, more beautiful than anything he had seen or heard, touched or smelled. He couldn't see yet he "saw" them. It was a very confusing ordeal. They came in an infinite assortment of colors, swirling and vibrating around in a frequency unknown to him, but he felt like he innately understood it.
They mixed, they danced, they cried? They laughed, they jumped. They seemed alive.
He began to tune himself to them, listening to them, laughing with them, crying with them. They talked to him and told him stories. While he couldn't really understand what they "said" , he still listened.
In due time they became his friends, his family, not one by blood. But stronger in ways he could not yet comprehend.
Through them he slowly learned about his circumstances, and he couldn't have helped but cursed. He had been in this womb for more than a year and a half, and from the way his body looked still looked mushy and deformed. He knew he was in for some more years.
Seeing this he couldn't have helped but think. Either i'm about to be born a retard, or, big or. Exciting or- i'm about to be reborn as something not human. For which human baby needed years of gestation to be healthily delivered? Unless they were born with certain medical conditions then a baby in his situation would have long died.
A few weeks after the 9 month mark would have been understandable but to his understanding of biology- he failed that shi- even though unreliable, he could guess that a baby as post-term as him should have been reabsorbed into the woman's body. But maybe he was wrong and such cases did exist in the world.
Belatedly he realized something else. Those colors he could observe, wouldn't that be magic? Or similar at least? He refused to believe such a thing was available to babies in pregnancy for what particles could allow them to be able to observe themselves in a 3d like manner while their eyes were not even properly developed?
It has been 2 years since he reincarnated in this womb. Using the particles as a conduit he observed himself once again in wonder. He had long ears. Long and sharp looking, with what he assumed to be scales all around his body. He couldn't tell what his skin tone was now in this world, but he sure as fuck hoped he stayed black.
Reincarnating into a white person with a 'pale and milklike colored skin, one without mark, nor scar, devoid of any hardness' like the other reincarnated people would be quite embarrassing, cause at least those guys were white in their previous life. What would that make him? A fake whitey? Now that he thought about it. Was the reincarnation cycle racist? Was white really the default color? If not then why was it that he had heard of not a single novel where the main character was a black guy.
Thinking so he got nervous, this "sight" that the colorful particles granted him did not involve colors except for the color of the particles themselves, so he couldn't even check in advance if he remained black or not.
Just leaving it up to fate he once again entered the state of "zen"
A few months had passed, "told" to him by the particles, observing himself once again he didn't really know how to say it. But he felt more complete.
He could adjust slightly now, moving his arms with some level of ease. Just for the fun of it. He decided to try an old game he had come up with back when he had first entered the world of the womb. The game of kick.
Quickly surpassing his previous record of 25 he grew bored of the game.
Anyway, today felt like a special day to him. He didn't know why but he felt like today was different from the other days, which was quite weird seeing as the only thing that really changed, in the world of the womb, was him. And he felt complete. Wait, maybe today would be the day of his birth?
As if the heavens and the Lord above had finally listened to his prayers he was right! He began to move! Not willingly but in the way of that he felt like he was slowly falling.
It was time! Finally he would move on from this accursed space!
The moment was so emotional for him that he actually cried and laughed. Even though that laugh sounded more of a baby's wail than anything.
WAHH WAHH WAHH!!
Assaulted by the sudden onset of light he cried even louder. Genuine sobs coming from his newborn throat.
WAHH! WAHH! WAHH! WAHHHH !!
AT LAST!! THE TIME HAD COME.
HIS FREEDOM.