Transmigrated as a Brute Into a World of Anime

Waking up I felt...fuzzy. In both mind and body.

My body barely reacted to what I wanted it to do and my mind felt like it was clouded by something. It also felt like my mind was on fire whenever I tried to remember what I was doing before this happened.

Whatever 'this' is.

Looking around I found myself in a...hospital room. My ears kicked in and I heard the soft, rhythmic beats of the HRM next to me. Why...why was I here?

Nothing.

What was I doing before I came here?

Nothing. There were no answers in my head. About any of my questions.

As I was mentally interrogating myself, a man walked into the room with a clipboard in hand, "Mr...Ban, is it?" he said, sounding slightly confused before muttering under his breath, "Weird...he doesn't have a family name...?" despite him whispering it, I heard it clearly which confused me. What was happening?

Coming out of his confusion, the man who looked more and more like a doctor in my eyes finally spoke again.

"How are you feeling, Ban-san? Everything fine or are you hurting somewhere?" he spoke kindly, like he was speaking to a child--wait. I am a child, aren't I?

Memories flooded into my head but there was a clear difference between the memories. One of the streams showed me driving my car along a motorway, while the other stream showed me playing on a handheld console in the back of a car while my...parents(?) drove.

Why do I have two sets of memories? What's happening?

Asking the same questions over and over again in my head, I forgot to give the doctor a reply.

"Ban-san? Can you hear me?" he got up close before checking my eyes with a small flashlight. The light did the trick and brought me out of my confused mental questioning.

"...What?" my voice was harsh and hoarse like I hadn't spoken in a while but it was also...high-pitched. Like a child's voice. Quickly, I looked down at my hands and saw the tiny little things being held up in front of me. When I looked back up at the doctor I finally realized how big he seemed to me.

Why am I a child? What's happening?

The same question only added to my confusion and my frantic looking about seemed to have gotten the attention of the doctor's attention, "Are you okay, Ban-san? Ban-san?!" he said a bit louder the last time, trying to get my attention, but by that point, the piling up of questions in my head had already started making my ears buzz, so I couldn't hear him.

What's happening? What's happening? What's happening? What's happening?What's happening?What's happening?What's happening?What's happening?!What's happening?!What's happening?!What's happening?!

WHAT'S HAPPENING?!

Looking around frantically, I found that my hospital room was now full of people. The original doctor was shining that light in my eyes again as multiple nurses--males and females--were behind him, needles ready in their hands. What seemed to be a few orderlies were holding down my arms, and this...annoyed me for some reason. Maybe it's the confusion affecting my mind?

I would have thought about it more but right now I was sick of thinking about things because I didn't have any answers for any of my questions and it was driving me mad.

My frantic behavior escalated as I pulled and strained at my arms, making the two men holding me down go red in the face from exertion. Weird, they should be able to hold me down, I'm a child, right?--Argh, no more questions!

I mentally gave out a shout as I verbally grunted and exerted my arms even more with my anger fueling them.

And instantly I felt my arms become lighter as I watched the two orderlies fly back a few feet, their arms in the air and their feet sliding backward. But before I could rejoice at my freed arms, I felt multiple needles get stabbed into me and suddenly I got incredibly drowsy. The only thing I could think of when I was slowly drifting off was...

What's happening?

. . .

It seemed to be the next day when I woke up, this time with the doctor was a few orderlies and I also found myself restrained like some kind of animal.

"Ban-san, we need you to be calm," the doctor started, slowly walking toward me, "You've been in a terrible accident and you were injured. We had to try an experimental treatment and we need to know if it went successfully," he finally got next to me and sat down, "Now, can you tell me what you remember?"

I was considerably calmer than yesterday. Why? Because I remembered things. I was called...well, I don't know, but I remember my life. I remember growing up, going to Elementary School, then Middle School, High School, College...I remember getting a job, the last Thanksgiving with my family...I remembered things like how my Grandma used to give me a piece of fudge whenever I met her, or like how my sister was deaf and I learned Sign Language to show her how much I loved her.

And I remember dying.

I remember driving and I remember getting slammed into by a truck. I was dead before I even realized what hit me.

But if I died, why am I in a kid's body?! Who put me here?!

More questions. More goddamn questions.

And I knew I wouldn't get these answers. So I replied to the doctor's question in hopes of finding out what happened to the original possessor of this body.

"I remember being in the car with my mom and dad...I remember playing on my Gameboy...Then nothing. What happened?" I asked with an apathetic face, not wanting to show any kind of weakness in front of these people. I know they're doctors but my instincts...instincts I didn't even know I had, were telling me to not show weakness.

Looking at me, the doctor clicked his tongue before looking down at a notepad in his hand and jotting something down while muttering under his breath, "Mild amnesia...whether that's because of the surgery or because of the accident, we'll never know..." he finished jotting down things before he looked at me with a sympathetic expression, "Like I said you were in an accident. A car accident..." he trailed off and I could see the internal debate he was having, his face filled with contrasting emotions.

After a few more seconds, one side obviously won as the man opened his mouth to speak again, "I'm sorry, Ban-san...but your parents didn't make it. You will have to be sent to an Orphanage after you're fully healed. Your expenses will be handled by the State. My condolences," he said as he quickly got up and left, taking the orderlies with him. Though I could still somehow sense that he'd left two of them outside my door.

I'm an orphan now.

I felt next to nothing at this statement. Even as memories flooded into my head. Happy memories. My memories. I am Ban. Ban is me. I seem to have merged with this kid. That's how I've got memories of two different origins.

So part of me felt nothing, if not slightly sorry for their deaths. But another part of me was shocked, grief-stricken, and saddened greatly.

It was weird that I was feeling such...warring emotions.

With such thoughts passing through my head, another day carried on with me in a stupor thinking about all the things I didn't understand.

. . .

It had been a week since I woke up. Living in this hospital was...monotonous. Wake up, eat breakfast, watch some TV with the nurse who looked after me, then I'd have lunch, then I'd get to read a book for the remaining time until tea. That time would have been spent with me being able to go to the hospital's playroom but alas I was bedridden, so I could leave my room.

But there were a few things I was noticing.

Over the past week, I'd grown in both height and muscle mass tremendously. Not to the point where I look like an adult, that would be absurd, but my muscle definition was very clear and I'd grown a few inches over the week, to the point where I looked like someone a year or two older than I actually was.

Along with these increases in muscle mass and height, I'd been seeing increases in my senses as well.

At first, it started with me being able to clearly hear anything said in my room, no matter whether it was a whisper or a normal voice. But by now I could hear and smell people in the hall through my door like I was right next to them. It was weird.

When I wasn't testing out my new senses, I was going through my memories. I knew the body I was in was 10, turning 11 this year but more importantly, I remembered all the books I'd read about in my 'past' life with stories that were similar situations to mine and I wondered; was I some kind of protagonist now?

Something about that thought prodded my instincts into making me feel somewhat prideful. Though I quickly disregarded such a notion.

That was another thing I was a little freaked out by. My instincts were affecting me more and more as time went on. Emotions were coming quicker and harder to me and I found it harder and harder to control my violent temper. It was like I was some kind of wild animal, lashing out at anyone and anything I could.

It was why I was in restraints after the first day. Every time I got pissed off, someone ended up hurt.

I needed to sort that out. As soon as possible.

Today was the first day I'd be getting out of my restraints and taken to the playroom. Under very heavy surveillance, that is.

Again, it feels like I'm a dangerous animal. I doubt I'll be sent to an orphanage. A normal one at least. Or be adopted by a normal family.

Thinking this I clenched my fist in anger before closing my eyes and letting myself calm down.

There go my instincts again. The outrage that comes up at even the slightest amount of disrespect. Even if it makes me feel indignation, I should have more self-control. I'm practically an adult. But I'll make do with what I have, I just need to get out of this room for something new.

"Ban-chan~" a blonde, buxom woman entered the room. Her eyes looked at me with pity and fondness and she quickly rushed over to me with a tray full of food, "I've got your favorite~!" she smiled as she sweetly said, her breasts jiggling about like this was a goddamn anime.

This was Marikawa, my nurse. She's kind of tall for a Japanese person, and ridiculously curvy as well. She has waist-length blonde hair that has several bangs coming down onto her face, with two longer bangs coming down at the sides running all the way down her face, framing it and her hazel eyes; eyes which almost look yellow. Right now she's dressed in a classic white nurse outfit.

She usually appears to be sleepy whenever she comes to my room, but under special situations, she has a serious face that she puts on. Such special occasions include...

"Now say 'ahhh~', Ban-chan~" she held the spoon of mush up to my face and I silently opened my mouth, not humoring her with an 'ahhh~'.

...'Special' occasions like when she has to feed me. So, whenever she can't mother me, she looks listless and without direction. Though she's only doing this because she knows what I've lost. She's a very caring person.

Though she does remind me of someone and I just can't quite put my finger on it.

As she continued to feed me, Marikawa looked excited about something. Swallowing my food, I asked why she looked excited, "What's got you so excited, Marikawa?" I asked, tilting my head and getting a look of 'he's so cute I'm gonna die' from Marikawa who's eyes had practically turned into love hearts. But that look quickly faded and I knew I wasn't distracting enough with my cuteness.

Marikawa playfully squeezed my cheek while pouting and puffing up her cheeks slightly, "Ban-channn~! I told you to call me 'Marikawa-neesan', not just 'Marikawa'~!" her pouting and sulking face was...cute. Very cute.

Especially on such a...mature woman.

Weirdly, I felt the need to tease her more. So I did.

"What's got you so excited, Aunt Marikawa?" I cheekily grinned, earning me a tighter pinch on my cheek as Marikawa's face went red from anger and her pout was accompanied by a 'Hmmmm~!'.

Suddenly, Marikawa let go of my cheek before putting down the bowl of mush and crossing her arms, looking away from me and pouting with an indignant look on her face, "Ban-chan is such a meanie. He's not cute at all," she gave me a sidelong glance and I couldn't help but crack a wide smile and laugh at this nee-san's antics. My laughing only made her look even more grumpy.

Finally, I stopped laughing before I looked fondly at this nurse who I'd quickly grown accustomed to over the past week. There was just something about her that made me feel...comfortable. She relaxed me and her outgoing nature made me quickly get used to her and, even though I'd never admit it to her, it made me begin to look forward to the time I'd next spend with her when she left at the end of the day.

"I'm sorry, Marikawa-neesan, you're just too fun to tease," I smiled apologetically, "But can you please tell me what's got you so excited?!" I said with impatience, "The curiosity is killing me~" I jokingly said which earned me a small smile from the sulking Marikawa who quickly turned back to me, her sulking expression gone, replaced by one of excitement.

"Well..." she started...