Wrong Reincarnation (Fate/Stay Night FanFiction)

Chapter 1: Planting The Plants

A/N: Eh, Chapter 1. Hope you like it. Oh ye, there might be some Heaven's Feel spoilers. You are warned.

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I opened my eyes. And there was that ceiling again.

Awareness returned to me.

I bolt up, sitting in the... My bed, sheets falling now covering only my legs.

I placed my right hand on my head, strong gasps escaping from my mouth.

I noticed myself trembling slightly. Last time I had a convulsion, so maybe this is a warning one more will come.

But that wasn't what worried me.

I was shorter. My physique was completely different from my usual one. The casual itch I felt inside my body. Thanks to this, I now fully understand that the usual life I had was gone.

This body...

No...?

My body...?

This doesn't make any sense...

My movements halted and blinked few times.

Memories flood inside my head.

I saw many scenes. One where I had my normal body, the other with a familiar blue-haired guy.

Slowly but without stopping, these images continuing changing started to merge.

It continued slowly, slowly as a turtle...

...Finally, the images finally coincided.

And a sharp, strong headache...

No, it felt more like my brain was in a microwave.

I cried in agony, my body contorting again as if being crazy.

I moved violently as if having convulsions, having lost control over my body.

It lasted few seconds, but the pain insisted to not go away.

I now crawled inside the sheets again, the shock remaining, as feeling safer there.

After a minute passing with only my gasps being the only sound in the room, I ignored the torture.

Not that could even think about it, as realization now hit me again.

I stopped trembling.

Another minute passed this time in silence.

I broke it thanks to a resigned sigh that I released, with now a smile accompanying it.

Not that it was a happy one, as it was filled with only but grief.

My smile expanded, my grief increasing.

...Ahhh, so that's how it goes.

I looked at my hand, which was one of an 11 years old Shinji.

...I died.

I died in my previous world.

And now I was reincarnated in another world.

Actually, no. You could assume it was more of a fusion between souls, as I'm trapped inside the body of this fucker.

Or more precisely, yet-to-be fucker.

Shinji Matou. I feel like killing myself would give me the chance to reroll this shit.

I released another sigh.

...Ok. What should I do now?

I pondered.