In the middle of Nagazora, in a private wing of the hospital; in the morning dew of the sun as it had just begun to rise over the sea-side city and casts its ray upon the trivial mortal woes and wonders that inhabited the city, the Kawai family had just been blessed with two little bundles of joy.
Twin boys, fraternal twins, Moonshine and Sunlight, born in healthy conditions.
The hospital room was unlike any other room that might expect new life on that day.
Instead of the white, cold and sterile surroundings typically expected of hospitals, it was warmly decorated with wood.
The room was large, with leather sofas of beige colour standing atop a rug, though not made of wool, in case it disturbed the resting mother.
A table made of pine wood stood in the center of the room, and plants in modernistic vases of marble adorned three of the four corners.
The walls were adorned by many fake vines, as well as wooden pallets and decorations.
As well as including a small wooden mosaic on the wall opposite to the door that led into the room.
Interestingly enough, there was no television to be found.
Nor were there any heavy electronics, except for a few lamps surrounding the large bed.
There was no artificial lighting currently luminescent and all of the light came from a large window near the corner, from which sunlight poured in, dimly lighting the cosy room that would not have been out of place in a well established hotel in a reputable holiday lodge.
In this final corner of the room, devoid of the plants that eased their way into every other orifice, stood the bed.
A large one–non-personalised–lignin lining its frame, and the head having a star carved into it.
The woman in the bed was sound asleep, with the sunlight from the window streaming onto her face.
Her form was fragile, most likely due to the birth she had delivered hours prior and yet her face was serene, calm, surrounded by man moulded nature that had been forced into a hospital room.
She was beautiful in her own right, and possessed deep violet hair that elevated her visage from just pretty to a magnetic force, though the weakness in her body drew away from the etherealness that would have normally dominated her mien.
Seeing her, it would not be undue to assume that reserving an entire wing of the hospital for her newly arrived progeny and decorating it in the natural decorations that she preferred, was an apt and appropriate reaction for those fortuitous enough to have come into her favourable countenance.
We shall talk about the fair skinned maiden of beauty in length of course.
We shall switch from her for now, regrettably so, to shift our narrative to these babes, but please rest assured that we shall come to this long haired, violet, newly established mother again when circumstances and events skew more towards her but for now, our attention is much more towards her newborn off-spring sons.
These infants were in turn sights to behold.
Post mortem hormones were unnecessary to appreciate their beauty, for far from the grotesque and scrunched up faces that were characteristic of human young were their visages.
Instead, despite being born but a few hours earlier, they bore grace, similar to their mother.
Indeed, that is why their silence at birth had not been as much of a concern to the gynaecologist orchestrating the operation.
For with their mother, grace was practically a birthright, etherealness something they would be born with, rather than attain later on in life.
And thus, atypically of infants, they did not weep when they were born, but instead remained silent and asleep, and preliminary tests brought a sigh of relief to all present that they were, in fact, alive.
There they lay, in mahogany cots right next to the bedside of their female progenitor so that she may wake up and lay her gaze on her newly beloved children as soon as she recovered enough from her strenuous birth giving process to behold them in her sight.
The Children in themselves, resembled their mother, in their breathtaking beauty.
One of the cots was closer to the bed, enough that if it fell over to one side, it would hit the soft mattress and white sheet of the bed before tumbling into the ground, though not that the baby possessed enough force to push it over.
Inside of the cot, lay an infant with a tuft of blu-ish white hair, the same shade of skin as his mother and sound asleep, with breaths causing his nostrils to inhale and exhale.
In the bed, there lay a hanging toy, though a strange one to present to a newborn.
A crescent moon, with a thin paper film that when struck by the sunlight as it spun and thus incidented at a specific angle, would be replaced with a full moon, in a minor optical illusion.
On the side of the cot, there was a single plaque, emblazoned in golden colour with the name of the infant finally revealed to us.
‘Tsuki’.
Contrastingly, ‘Tsuki’ bore Coral red eyes, in comparison to the lilac orbs of his mother.
The other cot, further to the left side, and thus at increased distance to his mother, lay the other child.
With the same spinny toy as his brother, yet instead of the crescent moon, lay the blazing sun, mirroring the actual one outside.
On the other side of the cot, was another plaque, similar to the one that denoted Tsuki.
This one was emblazoned with the name ‘Akira’.
The baby in the cot possessed a tuft of red hair, not blazing in colour, yet not as pale as his brothers’.
His eyes too were not lilac as their mothers’, but a strange mix of periwinkle and azure, dependent on what angle and strength the light hit his eyes with.
The juxtaposition further established their relation as twins, fraternal or otherwise.
In the quiet of the room, light spilled across the sleeping mother and her sons, marking the first hour of lives already luminous with promise.
Moonlight filtered in through the window of the Kawai family mansion, twisting and turning like branched curtains spreading across the luxurious yet under-inhabited mansion grounds.
Moonlight didn’t simply flow into the mansion, nor did it cover it, but enveloped it completely in its shining splendour.
It had been a few more hours since the twins had been born and the finest gynaecologists that money could hire had determined the babies and their mother in healthy enough condition to leave the hospital and return to their home, with full assurance that if complications did arise, then they would be at the families beck and call.
Lady Yuna had been thus discharged and returned to the comfortable and familiar surroundings of her home, where the servants present would tend to her every need–which had been exacerbated by childbirth–and was internally and externally filled with relief.
There she sat with a soft, gentle and motherly smile on her face as she gazed at her twin sons.
She had picked out the names Akira and Tsuki herself and..
“Oh they fit my children so~!”,she squealed internally to herself as she gazed at the infants she held in her lap with excitement, enthusiasm and anticipation in her eyes.
She lifted her knees up further, bringing them closer to her face with eagerness in her face.
The reason to which the usually graceful and gentle Lady Yuna owed her atypical exuberance to was understandable.
After the entire time they had been alive in this world, she had just noticed her newborns’ eyes start to rustle for the first time and had been immediately alerted that they were about to open their eyes for the first time.
She had been terribly worried when they hadn’t the first while, but now she sat there with eyes like a child in a candy store–Aah, I’ll get to buy the munchkins candy when they grow up a bit !—she brought her face closer to theirs hoping to be the sight they first glimpse in the world.
Akira stirred first.
The crimson haired infant scrunched up his face cutely—which caused the lady to give a little gasp—and opened his periwinkle eyes for the first time since entering this world.
They held far too much intelligence.
Yuna, of course, didn’t notice this at all in her ecstatic joy.
Akira looked left and right, startled by the sudden noise of his mother and his gaze met the other infant in her lap as she panickedly balanced herself so as to not jostle the fragile newborns.
His gaze met the other infants as well, who had just opened his own crimson orbs—inviting another excited gasp from Yuna–-and he realised.
He recognised that gaze.
A single thought flickered in his head as that gaze bore into him.
“…Where exactly am I?”
And then the moments of lucid thought disappeared.
A mixture of the trauma that he had just gone through as well as the regular sobs that accompanied babes into the world caused his eyes to wetten and then tears to stream down his face.
“Waaaaaainhh”, cried Akira, and Lady Yuna took a sigh of relief, tension slumping from her shoulders as she breathed out in satisfaction.
Worry had plagued her in lieu of the lack of blubbering from her twins and now finally she could breathe in peace.
A similar sound broke in from the other infant and that snapped her out of her daze as she realised she had two baby boys crying in her lap.
‘…They’re probably hungry, right..?’
She froze and then beamed.
She was prepared for this!
She’d lactated earlier and stored it in bottles.
She handed those to the crying babies and slowly eased the liquid in as they stopped crying.
Hopefully her two Munchkins would grow up big and strong!
Akira, however, had a more important concern.
‘Which World had they Isekai’d into!?’
As you can see, our idiots have absolutely no idea what to do.
They better find Azlaan quick