There is only one Re:Zero fic on this site (it's a crossover). I love this series almost as much as I love Fairy Tail, so I'm taking the plunge and making my mark. I'll update as often as I can, but for now, a teaser.

My body lay motionless amongst the mass of sheets, pillows, bandages, and soaked towels. My eyes shuttered behind my eyelids, fighting desperately to keep themselves open. I wanted nothing more to watch the churning of bodies surrounding the bed I was so gracious thrown on in my time of need. In the midst of all the chaos, I noticed four bodies in the massive room. Two short girls, both with identical frames with nearly indistinguishable features apart from their pink and blue hair. I didn't recognize them. The girl tending to me had a gentle but firm grasp on a thick bandage. Even as blood poured from the hellish wound on my abdomen, her shaking hands did not falter.

"Roswaal-sama, he's losing a lot of blood!" Her voice sang brilliantly through the bone-numbing pain and unstable state of consciousness. I knew at once that the angelic voice was none other than Emilia, the silver-haired half-elf.

"Oh, my…Conventional methods don't seem to be working on the boy," a high-pitched male voice reverberated through my head and racked against my skull.

Emilia called him Roswaal. He must be the fourth figure I noticed. I grasped the sheets and cried out as a sharp pain gouged out my chest once more. Emilia grabbed my hand, sending relief through my body and driving out the lingering pain from the wound.

"Sis, he's lucky to be alive." A dry voice invaded my mind.

"Yes, he's very lucky to be alive." A kinder, yet nearly identical voice followed the first.

"He won't…"

Crap.

"Much longer…"

I felt myself let go of the disastrous scene around me, and for a second, my consciousness escaped the confinement of my mind. Emilia was gripping my hand tighter than ever before with her left hand and summoning her spirit Puck with the other. The two small girls sat silently behind her on a couch, their hands intertwined like branches. Roswaal stood at the foot of the bed with a hand at the rim of his top hat. He was pulling it over his face and shaking his head, muttering to himself. With no sign of hope for a better outcome, I blacked out and awaited death, just as I did twice before this.

My name is Natsuki Subaru. A few days ago, I was on my way home from a local petrol station when I stepped nonchalantly into an entirely different world. In a blink of an eye, my simple hermit lifestyle exploded into an inexplicable change of fate, one that seemed to have no end in sight. Two times since that day, I've found myself in a similar position.

Face to face with death, I assumed the position of a dead man and awaited for the inevitable cycle to start all over again.

The crazy thing about this world….No matter how many times I die….

I just kept coming back.