He awoke, breathless as he grasped his chest, reclaiming control over his body as he began to breathe in sharp intakes. Yet his body felt foreign. Not of his own.
Stumbling upwards, he grasped the railings of the bed as he glanced over at the nearest mirror in the room. Peering deeply into it as he caressed his face. Its feminine and youthful features, spoke of a thousand words to him.
Yet he couldn't muster the words to understand what he was seeing before him. Rather, he pinched himself to assure this wasn't an illusion. A stinging pain flooded his body as he stared back in surprise.
A light cough was to be heard, as he tried to speak. "So, this is what he meant by 'the next lifetime'." He mumbled, gazing at the chestnut haired girl that stood before him, or rather, was him now. "It reminds me somewhat of that Japanese game… Uma Musume, was it?"
Taking a step back from the mirror, he began to study the reflection of who he was now. The figure standing as him now, had a fair complexion, with a youthful body that was beginning to show signs of maturity, though still would take a few years to flourish, and a sense of charisma beginning to sculpt her.
Now being over a foot shorter than she once was in the previous, she bore a slender frame, yet had flawless legs and calves that would entice Trainer a dozen times over. Chestnut liver hair flowed past her, as her eyes shone in a benjamin moore tone.
Could he even call himself a guy? As although he was one before reincarnating, he was now in the body of a girl, and that caused a conflict of what to consider himself by. Could he be thus considered a genderbender, or a Mahiro Oyama of sorts? He couldn't quite get to terms with it.
Staring around in the room, it felt reminiscent to the style of Jugendstil he had seen, almost carved to look like it had been designed by Otto Wagner himself, as the bed he emerged from had a canopy with embroidered drapery, with other furniture that fit the aesthetic.
Taking in the detail, he took interest in the telephone besides him, being comedically extended, yet felt understandable considering.. His ears were now on top of his head. A calendar depicting the date on the table.
It was the Fifth of March, 1997.
A knock was to be heard, as he whipped his head around. Still in pyjama's he spoke. "Come in!" As a middle aged woman emerged from the doorwell. Hugging him as she spoke in a motherly tone.
"It seems you woke up! Quite early today isn't it? it's only half past eight right now my dear.. So what has woken you up so early?" Asking in a questioning tone, as the morning wake shimmered onto the bedding through florally designed curtains.
He thought for a moment, before making a light excuse. "My throat felt a bit dry, so I wanted to get a glass of water mother." Scratching his head, with locks of hair passing through without issue, silky smooth.
"Ah! I understand.. Make sure to come downstairs once you have changed though! We are deciding on where to travel for your twelfth birthday.. Maybe we could go around and meet your godmother Opera House! Her daughter is planning to start racing sometime next year anyway so it'd be a good chance to see her train before she starts her career!"
She says in excitement, before closing the door, leaving him to change. Opening the closet, he gazed over the dresses laid out, yet he couldn't do anything else. Resigning as he forced himself to dress into a deep green, silk satin gown. Creating an eminence of nobility through the intricate designs.
Going along the corridors of the home, he stared at the neo-renaissance architecture, filled with paintings of previous household members, before it reached the current generation. Rounding the corner, he walked down the grand staircase, encased in dark wood. Before coming to the kitchen where his mother and father sat.
An arranged set of delicacies stood, such as Rántotta or Paraszt reggeli, sat in the centre of the table as an empty plate with a pair of cutlery were at each seat. With her father beckoning her to sit across from her mother. "Good morning, my precious." As he took a plate of bread rolls, eggs and sausages from the centre.
With herself and her mother also taking a plate of food, they start eating, making small talk in between bites. Before which the discussion turns into what they'd want to do for her birthday. With her father beginning to talk. "Ah, right. We were planning to go meet your Godmother in Japan, I heard they have been doing well settling down, especially since their daughter was born there."
She nods as her parents continue to discuss their thoughts, as her mother chimes in "We want to reach Japan at least two days before you turn thirteen. Which would mean we should be there by the fifteenth." Before taking another bite of the pastry that sat before her. "Is that a good idea, Kincsem?" She nodded, but froze slightly at the name.
Kincsem.
Dezso had been wondering, ever since he had been reborn, as to what he had been named. As, when one of his friends was rambling about the games, they stated that 'Uma Musume are derived from their real life counterparts.' And thus their achievements in the future would be based upon their races in the original world.
But.. to be called Kincsem, of all horses in history, was just pure irony. Maybe his ancestor already knew about it. But for the descendant of the owner of the horse to become the horse? It made him chuckle lightly internally. Yet it left an invigorating effect. But knowing this, he couldn't be arrogant. As arrogance was a hubris, and hubris leads to one's demise.
Returning from his thoughts, he replied back. "Yes mother, I would like to go to Japan. It's a beautiful country, so perhaps I could also make some friends there!" His mother, Cambuscan, clasped her hands tightly. "So it's decided! We shall go to Japan for your birthday. We will start packing our bags the day before we leave."
She took another bite of her pastry, before continuing to speak. "Sadly, your father has to stay behind for work related issues. But don't worry, he will have a gift to be sent to you for your birthday. Right?" She asked, glaring deeply at him.
He let out a light cough, before answering back. "Yes, I will be giving you your birthday present when you are there my dear. Though I won't tell what or else it won't be a surprise."
With their stomachs stuffed, a maid came to clear the plates. With Dezso, now Kincsem, walking back to his room, in order to learn more about the past.
Re-emerging in his new room, he dragged his finger against the book covers, reading the covers before coming up to one that said 'Diary.' It covered the majority of the past few years of Kincsems' life before his possession.
However, there were oddities. Mentions of dreams that involved 'Three woman' or almost prophetical readings into the future were stated. But it was the final entry that stood out.
'They told me that I would be replaced, amongst the last of the chosen ones. What are the chosen ones? I had thought, but they gave me no reply. But replacement? I knew what that meant. I had seen a person, who was me, yet wasn't me in my hooves. But to you, who are reading this. I know you have assumed my place, yet I don't feel regrets. I have already accepted this, and you shall bear my memories. And so,'
' I hope you have fun. '
At which he felt a buzzing pain that etched itself into his brain. Glimpses of the past, that was only hearsay from a book, now engraved into his mind. He, or she, or they now understood.