After that stifling feeling, the light seemed freeing.
Then again, things kind of went full throttle from there.
Throttle was what he really did as soon as he realized what was happening.
In a sort of a cliche, he's about to have another life. It's just that the circumstances are a bit absurd.
Which was why he was throttling.
Since he had a tail to do it and because he wasn't the only one.
There were countless others like him... and when he looked with his non-existent eyes, he recognized what they were.
He also recognized what he was.
He was actually a freakin' sperm!
And all these others were freakin' sperm cells like him. Were they also dead souls given a new shot at existence?
They were now a literal cum shot though and chances are... the sexy deed has been done.
Which meant that this was a race!
So, throttle his little tadpole tail to the max!
To the egg cell, that is!
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Fortunately, he must have plot armor or something.
He was so prodigious that he overtook his sperm pals at that curve in the Fallopian tube.
He even overtook the pre-cum cheaters who had a headstart...
And finally, the goal was in sight... the weird-looking but weirdly attractive egg cell.
It's just that it seemed snakey for some reason.
Eh... no matter and he had no choice... his sperm self was compelled...
And the whole fertilization nonsense commenced.
He could only feel sorry for the losers.
If they were other hopefuls and if this was the truth of reincarnation, it sure was cruel.
They still had a few days of sperm life to mourn though. Maybe this was their last chance.
At least, they had a chance by being in an impregnation process. The truly unfortunate were those that were processed in wasteful masturbation. Most of them dried up in a tissue somewhere.
As for him, despite being the lucky winner, he was about to be in the confinement of development for some trimesters.
Which wasn't so bad given that he was a confined convict for years... and years...
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Of course, the wait wasn't that bad. It was rather insightful actually.
His ability to maintain "sight" despite having no eyes was somewhat retained, so it was really an insightful look into how his new self was developing.
Even if it was supposed to be dark inside his new mother, he still got some sort of panoramic view of his amalgamic zygote of a self.
It's just that he couldn't see more than that, which was a bummer.
Still, he's got a front-seat slash participative view on something that perhaps only few have seen... in scientific reimaginings via CGI...
It's weird, to say the least.
Perhaps a phenomenon made possible due to the fact that he was a mature soul. Not yet compatible to integrate with his new body.
How could he when it's still as inhuman and unrecognizable as this? Especially with the snakey sensation it was giving off.
On that note, through his "soulful" perception, he actually felt a budding soul pop up in his supposed new body.
What predicament was this? Did he actually still have competition?
Or was this the poor soul that's about to be replaced?
Courtesy of the fanfic replacement trope, could this little mass be on its way to turning into a dud or being miscarried? Was this when he would come along?
In any case, this whole soul-in-a-zygote phenomenon sure does bring up the abortion debate.
Not that any of that mattered now, it was a waiting game. Quite the contrast to the racing game it had been.
And so, he waited...
The amalgamic zygote eventually developed into weird but familiar shapes. It grew and grew as well.
But so did the accompanying soul. As for the other accompanying soul, he remained baffled.
Much more so when aside from the still-surviving soul, some other sort of inexplicable energy also came into the picture
Energy and the concept of it does exist but it's supposed to be indistinct. This one sure was distinct. It's even in the color blue.
He didn't know what it was... but it sure wasn't apparent in his old Earthling self.
Just what was it?
He had his guesses, however.
Especially when he felt his own soul and the budding soul merge under the influence of it.
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Evidently, time continued to pass.
Only for mysteries and queries to be brought up... one after the other.
This was all just some peculiar reincarnation development in his opinion.
Which really piqued his curiosity on what was about to happen next.
After all, his baby self was maturing... and he was just about ready to squirm out.
Out of this baby confines.
It was finally time for his birth. Or should he say... rebirth!
Reincarnation?
Something obviously made for fun, so don't take it too seriously... as it's obviously trashy...
Well, you already know the drill after that.
Breathe in, breathe out... and push!
That's the labor of the mother, however.
As the baby, all he had to do was not be stubborn and not be stuck in the most worrying positions.
That's not to say that it wasn't uncomfortable. It was uncomfortable as heck. To try and fit out of that small of an exit.
It really gives you some much-needed perspective and understanding as to why Mother's Day was a thing.
So, much appreciation to all mothers. Whether it be the one he disappointed or the one currently on the way to being his new one or it may just be the first one all along.
The technicalities are still hazy but much appreciation nonetheless.
Especially after all this hustle and bustle that need not be mentioned more, it was a relatively successful delivery in the end.
In line with how traumatic it was, a baby's first and sonorous cry could be heard...
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As that echoed, the tired but triumphant mother smiled. "I did it, honey..."
"It must have been hard on you." The father smiled back with a bit of guilt. He really should be, with what his wife had just gone through.
"It's been hard on the both of us." The absolving mother was not that petty, remembering what her husband has also been through. "It was my selfish wish that led us to this moment. After all, even when plenty of medic-nins said that I'm not able to, you found a way."
The husband sighed at those words. And as a father, he sighed again as he looked at his son.
Of course, the child's boyhood was guaranteed with that snakehead protrusion and all, so the father's appraising gaze was somewhere else.
Specifically, the baby's still-adjusting eyes... and the snake-like iris it held.
An anomaly that calls back to his obsession with the fabled Ryuchi Cave and a mutation that tells tales of what had to be done for his wife's longing to come true.
For her part, the mother didn't mind what was out of place as she loved her newborn for the miracle that he was.
Even more enthused, she asked. "Honey, what should we call him?"
The husband-turned-father pondered for a bit, going through all the snake-esque myths he knew, and eventually settled on one. "How about Orochimaru?"
'Orochi' relating to big snakes and 'maru' relating to circle. Blessing his son with a representation of fortune and rebirth shouldn't be too bad.
Knowing and already used to her husband's perks towards snake summons and snakes in general, she was quick to understand and didn't have many complaints.
So, she settled her sights on that bundle of joy, proclaiming with a smile. "Then, Orochimaru it is."
She even asked the innocent baby in jest. "Do you like your name, Orochimaru?"
Obviously, all she got in reply was a continuation of those cries.
Only that it seemed even louder. Perhaps in protest of the name and its implication.
Too bad, his fate was already set in stone.
In this new life, he was now Orochimaru!
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As bad as that fact was, at least some things finally cleared up.
As to where he currently is? What that blue energy truly was? And why was that snake-like sensation so emanating?
Apparently, this was going to be the Narutoverse. The blue energy was most likely chakra. And he was a snakey baby because he was going to be inserted in one of the most snakey guy that this verse had to offer.
Who would've guessed that the Impure World Reincarnation user and the Living Corpse Reincarnator would be the one being reincarnated into?
It would seem that some irony was in play. For the poor original Orochimaru and the poor soul that replaced him.
He may have served one life sentence under the mantle of a perverted pedophile... but it seems that he wasn't in the clear just yet.
As some sort of cruel joke, he was about to serve another life sentence... in the body of one of the most famous pop-culture pedophiles there is!
The heinous big bad that's obsessed with talented youth, licking and lurking at them.
He's none other than Orochimaru!
Who most would even refer to as that other derogatory but befitting name...
And to think that from this point on... he's going to be that very guy!
If he wasn't a baby right now and had he been able to speak out, he'd have already disbelievingly exclaimed the words...
"I'm actually Pedomaru?!"
Something obviously made for fun, so don't take it too seriously... as it's obviously trashy...
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