A/N: Hello there, especially those who read my Mushoku Tensei x Fate fic. Lately, I have had some author block. There are two chapters written for 'Flower Reincarnation' yet I can't finish them. Sorry for the awaited updates on that front. Anyway, to cure this little problem I decided to publish something that has been on my mind for a long time. Maybe it is a good idea? What would happen if someone else but at the same time a parallel being reincarnated? (I know the contradiction). :D
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I don't think there was a time when I regretted being alive. If this moment was supposed to fill that part then I'm staying opposed for it to be true.
I don't know if calling myself a nice guy isn't hypocrisy because someone calling themselves a good person sounds strange to my ears and kind of narcissistic. The man you hear talking to himself in his head is nothing more than a fraud as called by others. Oh, and as of late homeless.
My ass got kicked out of my family house after 'shaming my dead parents and disregarding their funeral' as said by my siblings. I was apathetic to their death despite this blood coursing down my body. Because they never connected to me I thought there was no need to repay that behavior. In turn, I isolated myself from my family and friends and started watching anime and reading doujinshins.
Raindrops fall on my head and force me to take off my glasses. The hoodie and pants I currently wear are beginning to be uncomfortably damp.
"Damn it."
Perhaps I understand it now better, the things done to me struck deep in this almost lifeless heart. I can't help but still feel numbness over my parents' death, tomorrow is like the next day to me when nothing changes besides my sorry state. I was mercilessly beaten up and thrown around like a big trash bag.
What the hell was I supposed to do!? When did it go so wrong?
I try to think about my possibilities while walking uncaringly despite the unpleasant weather.
Find a job?
It was the time when I realized I didn't know anything about real life. There is no work experience on my account and no one to help me with this. From now on the only one I can count on is myself. Everybody left me alone.
Thunderstruck suddenly and made me jump. A memory came back to me. It was an old one when I attended high school and listened to a V-tuber I vaguely remember.
I recall her saying something like: "It's important to care for your parents as they care for you! Oh, and respect your siblings as well!" or "The world is not that gray ya know? Even ugly people have something shining in them~" and ending it with a cute laugh, "Tehehehe~"
Perhaps these words cut deep inside me causing my eyes to burn. Sadly, I remember the words of someone I don't even know personally better than those of my brothers and sisters. Despite living on my parents' money I still didn't feel the need for repentance.
Maybe applying the necessary effort could have been a blessing in disguise that would release me from these horrifying high school experiences that are haunting me today.
It's not like it mattered with my current circumstances. I want to go back in time to fix all this like in a manga world but it's an impossible wish. And also, I don't think I have enough strength not to give up halfway. That's how pathetic my state is. The loss of all my redeeming qualities is what brought me here.
"No! It's you who is...!"
A voice is shouting in the distance. There is a person angry at somebody, it reminds me of the time my parents argued with each other.
I forced my mentally exhausted body to move in that direction, barely looking forward even with the possibility of dumping into someone.
The closer I get the more I'm aware the person shouting is not alone. A female and male student are crossing words in what could be called a lovers' quarrel. The female student yells something in spit of annoyance at the Riajuu dude while the middle dude is trying to stop them from a street argument. How tiresome.
A memory of a girl from my junior school came back to my mind and I pushed to forget it, no need to plague myself with painful thoughts.
I hear the sound of a speeding vehicle in the distance, my stomach drops as I see the track driving uncontrollably in this direction. In spite of rain blurring the sight the light could still be seen and the driver was asleep in the seat.
My breath stopped and my body froze. I noticed the arguing kids aren't aware that a truck is heading their way.
"A-ah, look out! L-look out!" I shouted and coughed. The lack of speaking over the years shows. The beating my brother left me along with the surrounding chill didn't help either. I don't think they can hear me from the pounding of the water above. Please hear my voice!
Leaving them like this is something I would surely regret yet I can't find any other option than doing an incredibly stupid and irresponsible thing.
Since when was I responsible?
I had been locked in my room for years while people around me started to hate the man upstairs.
I don't have anything to lose.
My legs scream as I let the air rush to my lungs. It's been so long since the last time I ran. There is not enough time for additional remarks.
I push the kids away as the world is colored red with blood.
PAIN.
"Hargh!" The sensation that hits me is nothing I have experienced before. My bones grind against each other and spasm. It's a miracle this pitiful body is still breathing.
Darkness.
I couldn't speak anymore as I lay there, my arms and legs twitching in shock like electrified. The aftershock left me barely alive yet the feeling of hopelessness and approaching death remained. My body is broken and unable to move. My left eye is crushed by the impact. There is a tight heat in my chest that slowly begins to unravel. There is no way to understand it.
The world stopped like someone turned off the clock.
And then I caught it, I saw an angel walking out of what could be called a pink portal.
The scent of flowers plugs my nose with an unworldly sensation causing my dying body to relax.
The person who stood in the middle of the street could only be called an angel. I have never seen a girl so beautiful in my life. Through my broken glasses, I see a short but extremely stunning girl dressed in white clothes and a hood. Even in the rain, her figure seems to glow and flowers bloom under her feet.
Hallucination.
This cannot be anything other than a hallucination conveyed to me by my twisted mind which is panicking when the brain is about to shut down. My only eye is seeing an unreal image. I had just been hit by a truck so it's the only possible explanation why there is this image. My head is injuried.
The person looks around curiously, I can't see her whole face clearly because of the hood but her skin is white and pristine.
Not like a carefully crafted doll, it's akin to a celestial being who has come to take me. I hope this girl is my hallucination otherwise she would see me in such a sorry state. There is no way to excuse this ugly picture to be seen by someone so beautiful.
She speaks something but my ringing ears hear only a tiny bit. I glimpsed her pink lips moving, what is she saying?
"So this is... no... Mana disturbance... gathering?"
The melodic voice sounds familiar. It's like somebody is singing a wonderful opera to me. It's calming and serene. I heard it once before however when I try to compare it to the past the question remains unanswered.
Something is happening.
"Oh... you... here..."
The moment she turns to look at me the whole world goes white.
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I see a light that blinds me when I open my eyes. The white light covers my entire vision until it is adjusted.
I'm held in a warm embrace. A young gorgeous lady is gazing in my direction with crystal blue eyes. They exert love and warmth upon me, filling my body with an unnatural amount of joy. How can she hold my body when I weigh over a hundred kilos!?
There is a brown-haired man by her side who seems to be nervously staring at me. No, this man is clearly awkward. This big man looks more like a troublemaker than an adult.
They speak in a language I can't understand, her words are too incomprehensible for me to figure out the meaning. It's certainly not Japanese or any other speech I have heard about.
I stare at the blurry sight of my hands. They are tiny.
I'm a baby.
This soul had been reincarnated.
I can start anew.
These thoughts flood my already messed head when I attempt to collect the information provided. Is it possible my baby brain can't keep up with this thinking?
After the baby is born both the mother and the newborn must rest that's why the man who should be my father settles me down in a wooden cradle.
As I made myself comfortable in the cradle I heard another cry from my mother's side. It's overly loud and doesn't belong to an adult woman. The cry is more like a whine.
"Z-Zeni? Whetat mi anithor bahy!?"
My new father sounds confused by whatever is going on. I can't tell what's happening either. The sounds are unintelligible to me.
The red-haired woman who I don't recognize is nearing my cradle minutes later and gently holds something in both hands. She mutters a few words and lays this other presence by my side. I tried to get a look before but couldn't quite tell what it looked like. That's when I fully became conscious of what happened.
There is another baby in front of me. The baby has beautiful amethyst eyes that seem scarlet under the candle's light. Do I have such eyes as well? My mother's eyes are blue while my father doesn't have this exotic color.
The baby glances curiously at everything, its gaze dancing around the room, and doesn't focus on any part too long, instead glazing over and coming back like struck. By the long lashes, I may somehow conclude the baby was a girl.
I'm an older brother.
Taking a deep breath I calm myself down. This is not supposed to be an unpleasant surprise. I never had a younger sister before, I had a younger and older brother and two older sisters.
I don't know if this is a world like from manga or if I reincarnated in modern times but I promise I will protect you in the best ways I can. This time let's be the best brother one can get.
These curious orbs lock at me and I acknowledge how wrong I was. Under the whole curiosity thing, there is a great confusion hiding there and I could even dub it fear. My sister's eyes dilate as they come into contact with mine.
Just like me, she can't understand what's going on but in her case, it is even worse. It's like this is a whole different dimension for her.
I bring my other hand and try to reach her, considering how short it is this is a great challenge. My sister looks so delicate it feels like a duty to take care of this sibling.
I was cursed a disgusting NEET and human being before so it's very awkward for me to come to terms with this kind of thinking. Everything is just spinning so fast for me. Shouldn't I have some sort of disorder or PTSD because of that truck crushing into me? Maybe I'm in a hospital and a coma while imagining this vision.
Regardless, I still pat my sister on the head, it's difficult to control my hand but that's the last thing I can do for now. The body's current limits are pretty settled until I grow.
It feels like a dream.
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A/N: Continuation for this short story?
I don't actually know if Lady Avalon has scarlet eyes or amethyst ones. I looked up her fanarts and wiki but am unsure. You can tell me. From what I read on her wiki, she says Merlin has the same Mystic Eyes.
