2 . someone else body
Somewhere in an Ancient, Britisher-Esque World
The world spun, a dizzying whirl of light and shadow. Kaka’s consciousness flickered, like a candle caught in a storm. One moment, she was fading on a cold asphalt road; the next, she was… somewhere else. Time itself seemed to twist, the timeline unbroken yet impossibly shifted, as if her soul had been plucked from her world and hurled into another.
Her eyes snapped open.
She was lying on a plush four-poster bed, draped in silken sheets. The room was grand—ornate wooden panels, gilded candelabras, and heavy velvet curtains that screamed wealth. Her body felt… wrong. Heavy, broad, unfamiliar. She blinked, her heart pounding. Where am I?
Voices erupted around her, frantic and overlapping
Kaka
* looking upward *
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Maid: (shouting) Master Nico! He’s awake! Oh, praise the heavens, he’s awake
Mother
Mother: (rushing to the bedside, voice trembling) Nico, my darling boy! You’re alive! Oh, thank God
Father
Father: (stern but relieved) Easy, Margaret. Let the boy breathe. Nico, can you hear us
sister
Sister: (clutching a handkerchief, teary-eyed) Nico, you scared us half to death! Don’t you ever do that again
brother
Brother: (hovering near the door, arms crossed) About time you woke up, you lazy oaf. Thought we’d have to bury you
Kaka
* looking at them *
* inner self* why they call me Nico .. I'm kaka, and I die then wait…what's going … Am I alive?? How
Kaka’s head spun. Nico? Who’s Nico? And why are they all staring at me like I’m their long-lost puppy? She tried to sit up, her limbs sluggish, as if they didn’t belong to her. Her hands caught her eye—large, calloused, unmistakably masculine. Wait. These aren’t my hands. Her breath hitched. What the hell is going on
He stumbled out of bed, ignoring the family’s gasps, and staggered to a full-length mirror across the room. The reflection stopped her cold. A young man stared back—tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp cheekbones and tousled dark hair. His emerald-green eyes, framed by thick lashes, were wide with shock. He was handsome, undeniably so, dressed in a tailored vest and breeches that screamed old-money elegance, like something out of a Britisher-era drama. But it wasn’t her
Nico
Nico(Kaka): (screaming, clutching her—his?—face) What the fuck is this?! How am I in this body?! This is a man’s body! (spinning to the family) Who are you people? What’s happening to me
The room fell silent, the family frozen in horror. Her mother’s hand flew to her mouth, her father’s brow furrowed, and her sister let out a strangled sob
Mother
Mother: (whispering, horrified) Nico… what’s wrong with you? You’re speaking nonsense
Father
Father: (stepping forward, voice firm) Son, you’ve been through a terrible ordeal. You collapsed after that blasted workout. The physician said you pushed yourself too far. Lie back down, now
sister
Sister: (sobbing) Oh, Nico, you’re scaring me! You’re not yourself
Nico
*( kaka):-
**Touch the mirror n try to process everything** No no .... Can't... wait
Kaka’s knees buckled. Nico. They keep calling me Nico. Am I… him? Her mind raced, piecing together the impossible. She was no longer Kaka, the struggling designer. She was Nico, a man from a wealthy family—Dutch, maybe, judging by the faint accents and the opulent room that screamed colonial trade wealth. Her soul had somehow landed in his body, in a world that felt like it belonged to a bygone era of horse-drawn carriages and candlelit balls.
She gripped the mirror’s frame, her new face contorted in panic. This can’t be real. I’m a woman! I’m Kaka! How am I supposed to live like this? Her chest heaved, her vision blurring. The family’s worried faces swam before her
Kaka
(Kaka): (muttering, frantic) This is a nightmare. I’m dreaming. I have to be. (louder) Somebody wake me up
Her legs gave out, and she crumpled to the floor, her consciousness slipping again. The family erupted into chaos
Mother
Mother: (screaming) Nico! Oh, no, not again! Fetch the physician
Father
Father: (barking orders) Thomas, help me lift him! Margaret, stop wailing and get the smelling salts
sister
Sister: (kneeling beside him, sobbing) Please, Nico, stay with us! You’re stronger than this
brother
Brother: (grumbling but worried) Bloody hell, he’s more trouble than he’s worth
As darkness claimed her, Kaka’s last thought was a desperate plea. If this is my rebirth… why does it feel like a curse?
The room buzzed with tension, the family’s love and fear for Nico palpable. But the soul within him was Kaka’s, and her journey in this strange, ancient world was only beginning.
ice
Ahem !! Let's see what happens to kaka.. Opps nico 😀ah no kaka ig .... Fr I'm confused 😕
ice
See'ya at next chapter
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