2 Realization and self-awareness

Across my whole field of vision, all I can see are several planks of wood in a neatly organized fashion.

Oak, I would guess with my very limited knowledge or experience in differentiating the various types of wood.

And those planks of wood neatly form themselves into a ceiling panel that spans across the room I'm currently in, giving a very rustic and at the same time refined feel with the various carvings and details serving to accentuate the how regal the house feels despite the simple materials. It's obvious that whomever designed the home had put a lot of thought into it.

Now, you might be wondering why I'm giving more attention to this ceiling than any other inhabitant of this house has done across their whole time here.

Well... it's because I really have no choice on the matter.

It is one of the few things you can do when you are an infant and has to spend a good portion of the day laying inside a crib without being able to move or turn your body.

If everything that has been presented so far hasn't made the picture completely clear, then I'm just gonna have to spell it out.

I have been reincarnated.

Reincarnation, the belief that once your body inevitably expires your soul will be cleansed of its previous life's memories than returned to the cycle that results in the soul being brought back in a different body to go trough another life.

But in my case as you can see, something must have gone very poorly.

After spending a few weeks in this new life, I came to realize that much about my previous life has become obscured, as many of my memories seemed to have been erased when was reborn. Strangely enough, those memories seemed to almost exclusively pertain to my previous identity.

Name, appearance, parents, friends and even my nationality remain inconclusive despite my countless attempts to recall them. It's as if someone has purposely singled out those memories before sending me here in order to cut any and all attachments I had to my previous life.

And I suppose I should be thankful for it, despite how uncomfortable I am with the loss of the memories from my former life, it's probably much better than spending this new life longing or yearning for people or places that I will never be able to see again.

But from what I do remember. My last memory is from when I was 18 years old leaving me to believe that was my age before coming here, my life was overall quite peaceful as being an only child in a middle class family and I spent all my 18 years without ever entering in a romantic relationship. I spent my time when not at school either watching anime and reading manga or tinkering with electronics and browsing the Internet.

But the most bizarre part of it all is that I don't recall taking part in any of the events or situations that usually entail in being reincarnated in the many stories I've seen.

No truck-kun, no death by overworking, no sudden heart attack due to as far as I can tell being in perfectly good health back then. My last memory is of me going to sleep after spending a while playing on my phone and after waking up, I was already on this body.

Maybe I died in my sleep or perhaps the third world War broke out and everyone was bombed into oblivion, either way the result is the same.

And what makes me so sure that the those things of my previous life are now completely out of my reach?

It's the fact that I not only have been reincarnated, but I also have done so in a completely different world from my previous one.

And I can tell this because the world I'm currently in is one that I have come to know on my previous life. As an work of fiction I've watched no less.

This world is based on the animated series RWBY, the post apocalyptic world which is full of teenagers using weapons and creatures of darkness that are attracted to negative emotions.

And to top it all off, the body I'm currently inhabiting belongs to one of members of the show's sub-cast.

Jaune Arc, the goofy blonde who has a good heart while being very clumsy and usually failing to live up to others expectations.

After waking up in this body, I was too panicked and confused to understand straight away, but after calming down, I was able to identify the name and come to a realization of where I'm currently at.

And the moment I found out, I got to admit that my reaction was very lackluster. Maybe was my exposure to those kind of media in my past life that made it easier to come to terms with my situation, maybe it's the fact that my attachments to my previous world were severed due to my scrambled memories or maybe is just my lack of any means to express myself other than crying, which baby's already do normally.

But my thoughts along with my appraising of the room's ceiling architecture are temporarily put on hold, as footsteps can be clearly heard coming towards the room I'm currently in.

The door then opened letting out a familiar creaking sound as the footsteps continued until they stopped near the cradle I'm laying on.

And then a figure comes into my field of vision. It was a woman that looked to be in her mid thirties, she had a short blonde hair and blue eyes, the clothes she was wearing consisted of a very conservative one piece dress and a comfy sweater on top of it. She was currently looking directly at me with eyes that were filled with care and affection.

She is my current life's mother Alexandra Arc.

She is the mother of eight children and her personality is very carefree with a tendency to embarrass her children, but when her authority is challenged she can be a strict disciplinarian and so far she has been nothing but a loving mother to me which makes me have torn feeling. On one hand having someone shower me with so much love and affection on the daily makes me very happy and gives an urge to reciprocate those feelings but on the other, my conscience becomes quite guilty when I remember that these feelings are not directed to me but to the person whose body I've taken.

Which brings me back to the circumstances surrounding my arrival on this world. What happened to the 'original's' soul? Has it been destroyed or absorbed by mine when it entered this body? Do I have the right to receive the love of a woman whose son I might have murdered even if I had no intention to?

But my sudden drop in mood doesn't go unnoticed by the woman who was observing me. Mother's intuition perhaps? She then immediatly picks me up and holds me closer before she starts to investigate the cause of the disturbance.

"Ara? What's wrong?" She then quickly checks my diapers "Hmmn, you don't seem to need to get changed yet. Is my baby boy hungry perhaps?" She says in a sweet voice that in any other circumstance would make me very embarrassed.

"Uhguh" I let out an unintelligible sound from my mouth neither confirming nor denying it.

But it seemed to be enough for her, as she took it as confirmation that was time for me to be fed. She quickly adjusted my position on her arms, pulled up the sweater leaving her top only covered by her dress before also pulling down the shoulder straps, freeing one of her breasts which she put close to my mouth.

"Come on now, drink as much as you want." Despite her welcoming disposition and gentle words, I still hesitate for a moment.

This wasn't the first time that I had to do this, but asking for someone who has the mental age of a teenager to do this to a older woman you have only known for a couple of weeks is still a bit sudden and not to mention very embarrassing. Internally apologizing for what I'm about to do and trying to motivate myself by remembering that it won't hurt my diginity nearly as much as having having my diapers changed already has, I finally give in.

Biting on to her nipple, I start sucking the milk that is being released, a bit reluctant at at first but I quickly start to pick up the pace and do it much more vigorously. Since this is something I can't escape from I decided that it was better if I got it done as quickly as possible.

But of course, the one breastfeeding me took my increased effort and came to her own conclusion on the matter.

"Ufufu, you sure are a little glutton. None of your sisters when they were your age could hope to match your voracious appetite, at first I was worried since you refused to be breast fed on the start but now I see that was only you being a bit shy." And since I was incapable of denying her claims, I could only continue drinking breast milk as she looked at me with an amused smile.

But things were about to get hectic since I could hear several hurried footsteps approaching the room.

And it didn't take long for the door to burst open and several figures to burst in to the room, ending the calm atmosphere and replacing it by pure chaos.

"Look!, he is finally awake!"

"Jauney looks so cute!"

"Can I hold him this time? Please?"

"Hehe, he is completely bald!"

"You were also bald when you were born"

"Well I wasn't!, I was already born with my beautiful goldy locks"

"Can I take him out to play?"

"No! I was gonna read him books"

"Do you think he would be cute in girls clothing?"

"..."

The various voices overlapping each other became quite confusing as 7 girls of different ages excitedly circled us with curious expressions while I tried to maintain my focus on sucking the nipple inside my mouth with redoubled effort so I could leave this compromising position as soon as possible.

"Alright, everyone can stop it right there!" As the mother, she swiftly uses her authority to restore any semblance of order inside the room before continuing "Your brother is eating now and all this noise is distracting him, you all can spend some time playing with him later but if you want to stay and watch you gotta do it silently" And after a light scolding, the seven girls finally settle down and await patiently while staring at me.

This leaves me with a great opportunity to introduce all of them.

The oldest one is Saprhon Arc, the most mature of them all and the one that tends to take care of the rest in the parents absence. She can be quite mischievous but greatly cares for all her siblings.

The second oldest is Rouge Arc, the daredevil of the group and a tomboy through and through, she is always seeking for adventure wich makes her very likely to get into trouble.

The third child is Aquamarine Arc, she is a bookworm and among the quieter ones in the group, she is the only one to wear glasses and tries to maintain a calm and collected appearance.

The fourth child is Rosemary Arc, she is also a tomboy like Rouge but she is also a very energetic girl that is very extroverted. Due to this, wherever she is has the mood become much brighter and her smile is borderline infectious.

The fifth and sixth child are the identical twins Opal and Lazuli, the two of them are identical in both appearance and personality making very hard to distinguish the two, they are both little Devils that far outmatch Saprhon in their micheviousness.

The second youngest is Violet Arc, she is the most shy of the group and a natural introvert, but if you can get past that she is very sweet and caring girl towards those that are close to her.

Now the only one missing from the family right now would be the patriarch of the house Nicholas Arc, I haven't seen him a whole lot in these few weeks due to him being constantly away in huntsman work as he is right now, but he is a very tall man with very short dark brown hair and deep blue eyes. He is, despite his intimidating appearance, a softy for both his daughters and his wife and can be very clumsy most of the times but he is the kind of men that is very reliable when it really counts.

After eating until I was completely full, Alexandra than skill fully held me so I could burp, despite my stubborn resistance I was no match for her technique.

*BURP*

Having decided that I have already been embarrassed enough today, I close my eyes and prepare to be taken once again into the dreamland. One of my few escapes from my constant boredom.

"Can we play with him now?" Rosemary quietly asks, afraid that her usual loud disposition will cause her to be scolded once more. The rest of the sisters meanwhile silently back her up with with expectant gazes.

"Hmmn..." The mother then gazes towards the baby in her arms but seeing him ready to sleep she gives her daughters an apologetic smile "Sorry but your brother wants to sleep now, you can play with him after he wakes up"

"Awww" "Really?" "Booo" "No fair" "*Grumbles*" "Comen on" "..." A series of complaints ensue but they are quickly cut short as the mother shooed away everyone from the room so that Jaune could sleep in peace.

Jaune meanwhile was already dreading having to deal with all of them for all these years to come but stops worrying and decides to just let things play out.

'I'm just going to sleep now since it seems like dealing with them is going to be a pain, but I suppose It won't be all that bad, anyways, this is a problem for future Jaune to deal with, because now I'm just going to enjoy my current lazy life'