Disclaimer: I in no way shape or form own Fate/stay night or any thing derived from it with all belonging to their respective owners and I am in no way, shape, or form attempting to make a profit from this work of fiction.
Alright, disclaimer's out the way so a little bit of background here before you read on. This is my first Fate/stay night story and if I messed anything up correct me but don't leave a rant on everything I messed up on if you leave a review. Anyway this is something I had to get out of my head and I'll probably update it...well like my other stories which is whenever I feel like it or however long the ideas keep flowing but it won't be abandoned, I will finish this story just not very quickly.
Shirou Emiya looked at the circle on the floor and then moved his eyes back to the notebook holding the same symbol and then the whiteboard he had drawn the symbol on and then to the far wall, it covered in pictures of different parts of the circle, magnified to see all of their details.
"I guess this is it, I've got it all set, well hopefully I do." Shirou commented as he looked over the notes left in his adopted father's journal, well one of them at least and he had long ago transferred them to different pieces of paper with them hung up on the wall closest to him just to check over everything again.
His adopted father had warned him of the dangers of what he was doing in the journal but after reading over what his father had done he found himself needing to try it, just to see if it was happening.
"I really hope this works." Shirou spoke mostly to himself before moving to his spot on the circle and drawing a special knife from his belt and he quickly cut the palms of both hands before slamming them together, the circle at his feet glowing with energy as his blood seemed to be drawn to the two small circles around his hands and from there it flowed through the entire circle." Time for a Summoning."
He was supposed to do a chant or something after this but things quickly failed.
The circle kept drawing his blood, turning it an ominous crimson that filled the specially modified shack he worked in with a crimson light.
"What the hell is happening?" Shirou asked even when he knew he wouldn't get an answer and moments later he felt as if his entire body had been dipped in molten steel but his body wouldn't burn, he could only feel what it was like to burn with the pain never ending, at least in his mind it was.
He began screaming at that point, the pain growing far beyond anything he had ever endured before.
The light suddenly faded before in bright explosion Shirou's now smoking form was thrown back and into a wall where he very quickly fell unconscious in moments.
"What the hell?" a voice asked before the last thing Shirou saw was a flash of the crimson light and he heard a bloodcurdling scream from whoever or whatever the Summoning brought.
He didn't know how long he laid there but eventually he managed to climb his way back to consciousness, dimly noticing the light from when he had started had vanished and was replaced by darkness.
"What happened and why is my head hurting so much?" Shirou asked the air.
'It's the merging.'
"WHAT!?"
'The merging, don't make me repeat myself again.'
'This is not good, not good at all.'
'Or maybe it is.'
'No, no it isn't.'
'Wait! Maybe it can be good?'
'No, it can't.'
'Why through?'
'Because, stuff like this shouldn't happen, it shouldn't ever happen!'
It was at this point that one Shirou Emiya realized he was having an argument with himself and that he should stop because not only was it a little childish but he was pretty sure he was losing it.
"I guess this is what I get when I try my hand at Summoning." Shirou spoke as he slowly sat up from where he was laying on the ground." I botched it up and now I've got a voice inside my head."
'How bout you go look in a mirror too?' the voice spoke, like his but changed by age, being deeper and more mature.' And record the whole thing, I want to see your face besides in a memory.'
"Oh man, I seriously messed up! I don't even have a normal voice in my head, I've got some weirdo sharing head space with me!" Shirou shouted at the ceiling above him as he moved to the door only to pause at what he saw in the polished table of his workshop.
He had changed, a lot.
His once auburn hair had turned white and had gained spikes and been swept back with his eyes had changed as well and his skin had somehow gotten a tan.
"Please tell me I'm dreaming." Shirou pleaded out loud and he heard chuckling in his head.
'Nope.' the voice answered after a moment and Shirou looked around him, seeing a set of knives he was working on sitting on the table and quickly grabbed them.' What are you doing idiot?'
"Testing." Shirou answered before flipping a knife in hand and stabbing it down into his arm.
After a moment an earsplitting scream startled the birds from the trees and woke up his neighbors.
"What is that!?"
"Is it construction or something?"
Shirou ripped the knife out of his arm while he rolled on the ground in pain.
"Dammit that hurts!" Shirou screamed as he heard full blown laughter in his head.
'That was hilarious, do it again, do it again!'
'You ass!'
'You're the ass, who just stabs themselves?'
'You could have told me this was real!'
'But it was too funny not to, I mean you went full moron and stabbed yourself.'
'Why am I stuck with the weirdo in my head?' Shirou asked himself with a sigh before he looked in in shock as the stab wound sealed itself with what looked like tiny blades before they changed to skin.
"What was that?" Shirou asked as he looked at his arm, still in shock.
'I have no idea.' the voice answered, for once not sarcastic or insulting.' I've never done that before.'
"I…I think I'm going to bed." Shirou spoke after a moment, his feet dragging as he walked across the backyard.
'I've really got to sort this out in the morning.'
AN: Well, that probably could have been done better but I'm pretty sure what happened is pretty cut and dry.
Anyway, leave a review on where the story should go or a pairing.
Peace.
