Abstract; Shinji died from Gilgamesh's chest operation aka grail transplant. He became a baby. He was adopted by Medusa. Good news: She's NOT a hideous monster with scaly skin, snake hair, and a face so ugly it can literally petrify you. Bad news: She's drop-dead gorgeous and has a taste for wincest.
Shinji Matou is a sad loser.
That was his unwavering evaluation of himself. Not only as a magus but also as a man.
It all started when he deluded himself into believing the absurd fact that he was 'special'. All he ever wanted as a child was to be the sole inheritor of the Matou family, an ancient Russian family that was directly descended from the Makiri lineage.
He took pride in being one of the Matou, oblivious to the harsh truth that he will never, ever be a magus, even if he let the Matou worms eat himself inside out. It wasn't blind confidence. He was talented in almost everything. Everything except magecraft.
Oh, what an irony it was! To be shoved in the face of the fact that an adopted girl, one who hated and despised the Matou magecraft, was more talented in its arts than he would ever be!
The sheer inferiority almost drove him mad with rage and despair.
...Come to think of it, it may have broken him inside.
On the day Sakura Tohsaka was adopted into the Matou family, Shinji Matou lost his raison d'ĂȘtre- his purpose of life, the meaning of his existence.
He was a failure, and he couldn't accept it. Because he was actually talented at everything else, he couldn't accept the fact that he could never attain what he craved most. And that sent him off the deep end.
No matter how he looked at it, it must have been Karma. To be granted a gruesome death as the inflated seedbed of the contaminated holy grail! He should've known that Gilgamesh only kept him alive as a clown for his cruel entertainment, like the sadist he was.
Somewhere near, he could hear Rin Tohsaka's voice calling out to him. He couldn't believe that she was still trying to save someone despicable like him.
Strangely enough, despite the sheer, terrorizing pain, he saw Sakura's face, eyes filled with tears...before everything turned black.
His last thoughts were ones filled with pure, unadulterated bewilderment.
Oh, Sakura, you who were brutalized by me in every way imaginable.
How can you still cry for me?
Shinji opened his eyes.
He blinked several times, trying to make sense of his surroundings. It didn't take long for him to realize the obvious. He was inside a wooden coffin. Scowling, he nearly gagged at the putrid smell that abruptly assaulted his nostrils. The air was musky, damp, and filled with the stench of salt and dead fish.
Judging from the inconsistent jerks and rocking that could only be caused by the waves, it seemed like he was trapped inside a floating box in the middle of the sea.
Did he die? Most likely. Gilgamesh had literally stuffed his chest with the still-beating heart of that girl, after all. Did he miraculously revive only to die again? Again, most likely. If drowning didn't get him, dehydration and fatigue most certainly will.
To be honest, it was quite a surprise his remains even managed to fit inside a coffin. Who paid for the coffin of a loser like him anyway? The government?
Shinji shook his head. It was not the time to wallow in self-pity. He didn't have the right to. Yes, he needed to apologize...he knew now that he had committed a grave mistake...a lot of unforgivable sins. Tohsaka, Emiya, Medusa...Sakura. Yes, his sister. He had wronged her so much. It only took his horrible death to figure that out. What a complete loser he was!
Shinji let out a watery, self-deprecating chuckle, only to cough from a drop of seawater that seeped through the wooden lid. Grimacing at his bad luck, he shuffled around to find a more comfortable position in the cramped space he had, only to bump into something soft. Something, made of flesh. Arms.
It seemed like he was held inside the arms of someone...inside a loving embrace of a woman. The arms were deathly cold.
Shinji turned around and came face to face with the pale corpse of a beautiful young woman. He knew instinctively it is...was, his mother.
Wait. Mother?
Shinji felt confused. Where the hell did that ridiculous thought come from? No, why was he being held inside the woman's arms in the first place!? He was a teenager for heaven's sake! Is she a giantess!?
Suddenly, the rocking of the coffin stopped. Shinji let out a small sigh. He seemed to have reached dry land. Relief was all it took for his bottled-up emotions to explode. Shinji cried out, bawling at the top of his lungs. He tried to scream for help, to calm down and rationalize, though the sniveling, chubby ball of flesh that was his body seemed to have betrayed him entirely.
A realization struck him, as clear as day. He had somehow turned into a baby. It was not that the woman was huge. It was him that was small.
Panic and fear took over him like a raging wildfire. Shinji felt as if his spine was hit by a freezing bolt of lightning. He couldn't control his turmoil of emotions, he couldn't breathe properly, he was suffocating, he needed to do something, anything-
Then, the coffin's lid was ripped open. Shinji froze, enraptured by the beauty his emerald eyes captured.
It was not the crystal blue sky nor the burning sun that mesmerized him. No, it was the pair of golden slit-pupils, gentle yet sad, that captured his soul. It was a pair of eyes he had never seen, eyes of the woman he once cast aside like a toy.
"Hush, child. I shall save thee...Perseus.", the woman whispered, casting her eyes down on the name etched on his birth-cloth.
Shinji was in shock.
Her words, musical and enticing. Her hair, a brilliant shade of purple. Her skin, a porcelain white. Her body, enough to make Aphrodite jealous.
For the first time in his short and pathetic life as a failure, Shinji felt something indescribable well up from the depths of his chest.
Medusa kissed him on the forehead. Still captured in a trance-like state, Perseus reached out with his chubby hands and patted Medusa on the cheek. She smiled.
And just like that, his world was illuminated by a surge of joy, far more incandescent than the raging thunder.
He was saved.
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...
Wait.
What the fuck did Rider say?
Perseus?
Mother-f*cking PERSEUS!?
Fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck, fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.
God help me, no, fuck you god, no, I take it back please don't curse me.
I'M IN ANCIENT GREECE REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
...
...Perhaps he was not so saved after all.
Meanwhile, inside Medusa's head:
My my...what a beautiful boy! He'll surely grow up to be a handsome prince charming...wait...if I take care of him...and 'teach' him about woman when he comes of age...fufufu...fufufufufu!
RIP Shinji, you great seaweed-haired bastard.
Review if you please...dunno if this will continue. I love Medusa, don't you?
X-kalibuuuur, over and out.
