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9th Day - RAIN (Scene 7)

…I'm worried about Sakura. I feel bad, but I should clearly tell her.

"Tohsaka? Would you mind doing that at my house?" "Huh? At your house?"

"Yeah. Sakura's lying sick at my house, so I want to go check on her. I won't be able to rest easy while I'm lying in bed unless I'm sure she's all right."

"Crap―――that's right." …She's astonished. It's only natural. Anyone would get mad if someone asked to cooperate, but told them today is a bad day to train――――

"You idiot! I wouldn't have kept you here for so long if you'd told me earlier…!" "………Huh?" She stands up as soon as she yells at me, then crosses the room and puts on her coat.

"Let's go. We've done everything that has to be done here, and we can do the rest at your place. We'll continue as soon as you're done with nursing Sakura, so let's hurry." "Eh――――o-okay. That'll help me out."

"…Humph. I'll tell you now since I don't want to have to keep remembering this. ―――Your nature is in projection and not strengthening. I don't know where you made your mistake or what your misunderstanding is, but you're a magus that belongs on the 'side that creates'." Tohsaka walks off down the hallway.

"…?" I tilt my head in wonder, but I follow Tohsaka and leave the Tohsaka household.

Interlude 9-1

The second hand on the clock ticks loudly, causing her to look up. It's past four o'clock. School's already over and he should be home by now even if he went by the shopping district.

"…I wonder what's going on. Senpai sure is late." She leans on the wall and murmurs absent-mindedly.

"――――Huh?" She feels heavy and dizzy. She's surprised at how quiet her voice is. The second hand is annoyingly loud, but her words are almost inaudible. Only simple sounds echo in her ears. The monotonous ticking of the clock, and the painful thumping of her heart. The two sounds enter her brain even if she covers her ears, and her dizziness gets worse.

"That's strange… I'm really not sick anymore." That's why she sent the housekeeper home. She was down to her normal temperature when she checked it, and she was able to cook her own lunch. She was just fine after lunch, and she waited eagerly for his return.

"――――It's hot――――" But her whole body is hot now. The heat source isn't her, so it has to be something else. Between her blood vessels. Between her muscles where there are no spaces. Something that's not her is in there, turning like a car engine. ―――Her fever is so high that it makes her imagine such a thing, and the abnormality is unprecedented.

The sensation is strange and unpleasant. She isn't the only one that's in pain. It's shared by the things in her body, crawling through her blood vessels and nerves. To speak figuratively, it's like a dog looking for the exit to a can filled with meat. The heat source, the things within her, are trying their best to fulfill their role. Thinking about that makes them seem charming, and she cannot make herself hate the sensation.

"…The clock's loud…" She looks up at the clock absent-mindedly. It's four-thirty. A bit longer. He should be back in half an hour. She has to calm down and suppress the things running around inside of her by then.

"…It's fine… It's happened many times before…" Yes, she is used to this. She has been disciplined and reformed many times since she was a child. She tells herself that it will be no trouble this time either―――but her fever does not go down, and the things within her keep speeding up.

"…No… This is strange, Senpai." Her body does not calm down. She has never been able to. What's missing, what she needs, and what has changed. She tries hard to think about these questions, but the ticking of the clock keeps distracting her.

"――――Huh…? This sound…" When she realizes the sound is not the clock, but a warning from the house itself… "Oh, Emiya's not here? That's convenient." A familiar person enters, barefooted.

"Nii-san." "Huh? Oh, Emiya's not here and you're getting all hot and horny by yourself? Did I use Rider too much, like the old man said?" He comes into the living room and walks over to the girl leaning against the wall.

"Oh――――" She tries to run, but can't muster the strength. No, she had no will to run away from the start. Even if she gets away―――she can never truly escape.

"This is your last order, Sakura. You said you'd do anything, right?" The one looking down at her is smiling. "――――Nii-san." "Let's go. I have to settle my match with Emiya. I'm sure you want to see him cry, so I'll let you see it up close." The boy grabs her arm and hauls her to her feet.

"No――――I don't want to…!" She tries to get away, but lacks the strength to do so. The man pulls her in and grabs her neck.

"Don't disobey me so much, Sakura. You're making me want to kill you. You just have to keep obeying me." "No――――it's not as you promised, Nii-san…! You said you wouldn't do anything to Senpai…!" She protests, her hair disheveled. He stops her with his foot. He has let go and kicked her stomach.

"Uh――――guh……" Collapsing to the ground, she lets out a moan. "I'm being kind. I have the medicine I got from the old man, but I'm not using it." He forces her to her feet.

"Ah… Ah, uh――――" He grabs hold of the coughing girl's neck once again. "Don't worry, I'll keep my promise. I won't tell him about what happened. But I won't be satisfied until he gets hurt." He puts his mouth close to her cheeks and whispers in delight.

"――――, Uh――――" With her neck held, she shuts her mouth in vexation. She tries to accept this turn of events, thinking that it always ends up this way.

"Yeah, that's right. Let's go ahead, Sakura. This is Emiya's territory. We have to be in my territory if we're going to play around. Rider, bring this woman with me." Giving her a violent shove, he exits. "――――Ri… der…" The girl raises her head. There stands a Servant with long hair.

End of Interlude

"I'm home!" I raise my voice as I go into the house. "――――――――" …Then. I feel something strange as soon as I enter.

"The hallway, Emiya-kun." "――――――――" She doesn't even need to tell me. There are footprints on the floor. The only shoes I see are Sakura's. The housekeeper's aren't there, and the house is dead silent.

"Sakura." I go into the guest room. It's empty. The strange feeling turns into an ominous conviction.

I return to the living room. Sakura isn't here either. The footprints end here in the living room. Somebody came in here with his shoes on, did something in this room, and then went back outside.

"…Emiya-kun. Look at the floor there. It's small, but there's a trace of bl――――" "I know. Sakura was here." Yes, I know. Sakura was waiting for me alone in the living room, but is not here now.

There are unfamiliar footprints in the hallway. That's all. It's more strange not to draw a conclusion. The answer is clear if I think about it just a bit.

Calmly. Calmly. Calmly. Calmly think, and I can tell what happened here. So, why―――― "――――――――!" Why is my head not working at all?

"H-Hey, Emiya-kun…!?" "――――――――" I should've come home earlier. I should've thought about it more seriously. Didn't I have Sakura stay over for fear of just this situation? Matou Zouken said Sakura is unrelated. Why did I believe his words? There's no way she's unrelated when she's part of the Matou family.

So why? Why did I believe such a convenient story――――!?

"―――――" The phone rings. I nod at Tohsaka and slowly pick up the receiver.

"Hello? Are you finally home, Emiya?"

It's Shinji. There's no mistake about it, and I knew this was what happened.

"What have you done with Sakura?" "Huh? I only took back what's mine. I can't leave her at someone else's house forever."

"Shinji." "Haha! That's great, you're getting pissed! You're vexed that I took Sakura!"

Tohsaka must be able to hear Shinji's voice, because she's leaning forward. I raise a hand to stop her and urge him to go on.

"Don't waste my time. Just tell me what your business is." "Heh―――you should know. Let's decide our match. You don't think that last fight was the end, do you?" "I do. You ran away. Everything was decided right then."

"It's not decided…! That's the difference in our Servants, not your power! I wouldn't have run away if Saber wasn't there! There's no way I'll lose if Saber doesn't come…!"

If Saber doesn't come…? …I see. Rider must not have told Shinji that Saber was eliminated. Oh―――that must be why he kidnapped Sakura. In short, this phone call is…

"Shinji. What are you going to do with Sakura?" "Nothing. But that would depend on what you do. I won't do anything to Sakura if you come alone. You know what that means, right?" "――――!" I stop Tohsaka. If she interrupts now, there's no telling what Shinji will do.

"So you want me to fight you without Saber?" "Yeah, I'm glad you're perceptive when it counts. ―――We'll fight at school. Come alone, okay? Rider set up a boundary field over the school. I'll know right away if you bring Saber along. If that happens―――I can't guarantee what'll happen to her."

"Ow…!" I hear the sound of him kicking something.

"I'll go right away. But just in case, I want to know one thing. Are you a Master, or are you Sakura's brother?" "Hah…! Are you joking? Why would I be this shit's brother? Well, she's not completely useless because I can lure you out like this."

"――――All right. I'm going to go fight you as a Master." "Yeah, if it ends up being a fight."

I put the phone down. I start off right away.

"Hold on…! Are you really going to go alone!?" "That's what he wanted. We can talk later, Tohsaka."

"That's my line. Shinji has Sakura as a hostage. You'll be killed if you go. Seeing you die will be unbearable for Sakura. We should wait and see, and come up with a plan."

I know. But we don't have time. I can still hear her moans in my mind.

"――――I see. Would Shinji kill me in front of Sakura?" "Hm… I don't know, but that's highly possible since he's using Sakura as a hostage. …Hey, are you all right, Emiya-kun? You look calm, but don't tell me you've actually lost your cool."

I've lost my cool? Is she asking me if I can only think about going to school and punching Shinji in the face? Oh, then――――

"Yeah. I can't think of anything else. I'm mad at myself for not saying anything because I thought it was a family matter. He said he's not her brother. ―――Such a guy took Sakura."

"He took her, so I'm going to go take her back. Don't do anything, Tohsaka."

I go outside. The sky is dark, and the sun's about to set. I bet it'll rain tonight. I have to come home with Sakura before that.

"Hold on…! Didn't you join forces with me because you couldn't save people by yourself..!?"

"――――――――" I stop. Her words splash cold water onto my heated brain.

"――――I'm sorry. But Sakura's in danger. I know it's suicidal to go alone, but this is all I can do."

"…I thought so. But I can't readily help you as long as Shinji is holding Sakura hostage. But Emiya-kun. If you can manage to get Sakura back from Shinji, I can do the rest."

"――――You'll take care of Shinji?" "No, I'm talking about Rider. Servants are ones who fight other Servants, right? I'll be hiding, so do anything you can to save Sakura. If you can manage that, I'll save you no matter what, even if you are about to die in the next second."

Tohsaka sounds like she's trying to convince herself. …This is just going to increase the burden on her. I'm fully aware of that. I got Tohsaka to help me, and now Tohsaka's trying to fulfill our promise.

That convinces me. I'll rely on Tohsaka. In return, I'm going to get Sakura back.

"All right. I'll leave the follow-up to you." "Yeah. But that's under the condition that you're still alive to protect Sakura. Even Archer can't protect Sakura while fighting Rider. It's meaningless to save Sakura at the cost of your life."

The school building is deserted. Thanks to the series of comas, the school closed early. It's not even six o'clock, but there are no students or teachers to be seen.

"――――Can you tell where Shinji is, Tohsaka?" "…Knowing him, he's probably inside. I'm sure he's waiting in familiar territory on an upper floor." That could only be one place. Shinji is in the classroom on the third floor.

"I'll go ahead. You come later, Tohsaka." "…Okay. I'll go through the gate after ten minutes. I didn't tell you, but a boundary field's set up here. I'll be found even if I hide my presence, so keep their attention so they don't notice me."

I nod and start running. ――――There's hot steel in my back. The Magic Circuit is already made. I tell myself that my only weapon is meant to protect Sakura, not to harm my enemy.

"…!" I stop. On the third floor hallway are a black Servant and Shinji, holding a knife at Sakura.

"You――――!" My mind explodes. My feet start to move again. Then―――the black Servant blocks my way.

"Stop. My Master will harm her if you take another step." "…!" I slide to an abrupt halt. My mouth hurts. I'm gritting my teeth so hard that they're screaming.

"Shinji――――!" "Yo. Just like I thought, you came flying over here. I knew you would come alone if I told you to."

"――――!" My cool brain boils up once again. My head shakes so much that I almost forget about the Servant in front of me.

"…What is that?" Why is he doing such a thing?

Sakura is Shinji's sister. An older brother should protect his younger sister. Family members should help each other and laugh together. So why doesn't he understand? Something I couldn't protect. Why can't he understand how Sakura must feel to have her own brother holding a knife to her!?

"Are you serious, Shinji――――?" "Of course. I'm using the last trump card because I'm serious. Why are you stupid even at a time like this?"

"…!" Before I know it, I'm running. I can't stop until I get Sakura away from him.

"――――――――" But she's in my way. Rider is blocking my way, protecting Shinji.

"…I do not understand. Why did you come here? In coming here, you showed you were willing to obey my Master. If you planned to fight, you should not have come alone."

"――――!" …Rider's right. …I have to calm down. Since I obeyed Shinji, I have to think only about saving Sakura and not defeating Shinji.

"―――――――Phew." I take a deep breath and pull myself together.

Shinji is enjoying my dismay with Sakura in his arms. …Sakura hasn't raised her head since I arrived. She's not unconscious. She's standing unassisted. Her head is down because she doesn't want to raise it.

"―――Shinji. Did you tell her about us?" I glare at him, unable to hide my anger. "Huh?"

"――――Oh. Oh, I see! Yeah, don't worry, Emiya. Since you wouldn't tell her, I told her everything! I told her we're both Masters and tried to kill each other!"

"――――!" "Did you want to hide that from her? Are you stupid? Of course she'll find out! She knew you were hiding something, but she couldn't ask you because she's just your underclassman!" "……!"

He presses the blade against Sakura's cheek. Sakura looks away, but grits her teeth so that she won't raise her face.

"Come on, don't be reserved and ask. Emiya won't hide anything now. See, it's your wish come true!" "――――――――" She doesn't reply. With her head down…

"Hey. Why aren't you saying anything? I told you to ask him. I'm telling you to ask him what he thinks of you and if he hates you after finding out that you're a dirty woman of Matou!"

"Shinji――――!" …Her figure looks like she's apologizing to me, and I can't contain myself anymore.

"It's fine now, right? I came here, just like I promised. Let Sakura go." "What? I didn't promise you anything. I gave you a command. I just said I wouldn't do anything to Sakura if you came alone." "――――――――"

"Don't glare so much, Emiya. I'm not a devil. I'm glad that you want to save my sister. I'll meet your sincerity if you act accordingly. I can send Sakura home once we're done.

"I see―――is that a promise, Shinji?" "Yeah. I'll let Sakura go if you do as I say. This is a promise. I swear."

"All right. So, what do you want me to do? Do you want me to get on my knees and beg?" "Nope. What's the fun in making a guy beg? I brought you here to fight. I told you we're settling our match."

…Rider takes a step forward. There's no enmity or intent to kill. Rider steps forward to obey her Master.

"But it's boring to just fight, right? It's not fair since I'm not a magus, and it's obvious that I'll win in a fight. So to be fair, I'll have her fight you."

"――――――――!" …Heh. Fight Rider empty-handed, huh? That's like telling me to die.

"I won't take your life. I've told Rider to go easy on you. Well, I'm sure you'll be a nuisance if you keep running around after today, so I'll have her break your limbs."

…Rider is not holding her dagger. It seems she really is going to go easy on me.

"Isn't your job easy? You just have to stand there and get hit like a dumbass. Oh, but don't go down too soon, okay? If you faint before I'm satisfied, I'll have Sakura take the rest."

"――――――――" …Rider comes closer. Three more steps. Then I'll be within her reach.

"…Heh. Don't resist, but don't go down easily? You're contradicting yourself. What do you want, Shinji?"

"Hah, that's obvious, isn't it…!? I just want to beat the crap out of you…!!"

Rider springs forward. "――――" I raise both my arms in preparation for her attack. At that instant―――― An impact that almost blows the bones away with it pierces my right arm.

"Guh――――!" She aimed at my arm that was guarding my face. My arm is still attached. But it's numb and I don't feel anything.

"Haa……!" I lace my senses as fast as possible. I can't do anything bare-handed. Unless I strengthen everything that can be strengthened, my limbs will be torn clean off. I have to turn my uniform into steel and turn my body into something even stronger, or the next attack will kill me――――!

"――――!" A tremor runs through my left arm. The blow like a bushhammer penetrates through my strengthened uniform and tries to break my left arm.

"Haa――――you――――!" Both my arms have been rendered useless in a mere second. ―――No, they do move, but I don't feel them. I can't use my deadened arms to block her attacks. If she takes another shot at my head now, I'll be knocked out for sure…!

Rider is merciless. She beats me relentlessly, just as Shinji ordered. Her movements remind me of a machine.

"Ah, guh……!" I protect my face with arms that barely move. From the start, I can't perceive Rider's attacks to block them accordingly. I have to concentrate on guarding my head so that I won't get knocked unconscious.

"Kuh, guh――――!" What is Rider thinking? Even though my arms are an easy target, she ignores them. She only hits my exposed chest and stomach. …They are agonizing blows, but aren't as strong as the attacks that numbed my arms.

"―――――――, ――――" …It's strange. With the strength Rider showed at the Ryudou Temple, a single blow should be enough to tear me in half. …Is she going easy like Shinji said? Well, she is going easy on me by not aiming at my face, but even with that in mind, something's not right.

"――――――!" In short, her power is way too different. A Servant's power is in direct proportion to the magical energy you can feel from them.

Rider was a strong Servant back at the Ryudou Temple. But the Rider before me now is the Rider that was defeated at the park. I don't know what happened, but if that's the case, I still have a chance to outwit Shinji―――!

"Gu, fu…!" I fall forward. Seemingly tired of using me like a punching bag, she steps forward and drives her fist into my stomach.

"――――" It's like a stake gouging into my abdomen. …The attack is really effective. The bruises from last night are screaming with pain. Gastric juice fills my mouth and I almost fall down to my knees.

"What, is that it, Emiya? That's pitiful. You're in front of Sakura, so take it like a man!" …I fall forward.

"――――――――" Rider steps back and watches.

Then… "――――Ahh……!" I grab Rider's arm and force myself up.

"――――! That's good, Emiya! You're as persistent as a roach! Ahaha, you're hilarious!" Ah… guh. Damn, that hurts. My head is spinning, even though she didn't hit me there―――

"But, well… This is a third-rate show. Even if we continue, it'll just be more of the same. I'm getting bored, so let's finish it off with an exciting knockout scene."

――――The same? Are you stupid? What's the same about this? We're standing in a different position now. Hasn't he noticed that I switched positions with Rider when I pulled myself up using her arm?

"――――There are about five more meters. Your patience has won out." "What…?" I raise my head. What did Rider just say?

"Enough resting. Start the second round, Emiya." Rider shakes off my hand. The black Servant resumes her attacks with the artificiality of a machine.

―――I'm being pushed back. To avoid finishing me off, Rider's attacks stay clear of my vital areas.

"――――――――" My body is numb. I'm bruised everywhere I got hit, and I don't feel pain anymore. It's because the pain from within is worse than her attacks. Rider has attacked me to destroy my body.

"――――――Prepare yourself." The black Servant closes the distance with an emotionless voice.

And in that moment, I am certain. This isn't part of Shinji's plan. Rider's decision not to go for my head, and that I can still move my body… It's not because Shinji ordered her to go easy on me, but――――

"All right, you don't have to hold back anymore! Kill him, Rider!" "…!? Nii-san, stop…!"

Rider's hair flutters as she steps in… …and hits me in the chest with her most powerful strike yet.

"Guh――――――――" I can't breathe. I don't feel the ground anymore. Her attack almost blows me unconscious even though I knew it was coming.

"Senpai…!"

I hear a scream and a delighted laugh as I fly through the air. …Sakura's voice is close.

―――I fall. Under normal circumstances, I would've hit the floor and died. The impact of the fall doesn't matter. It's an attack strong enough to blow a human away. It wouldn't be surprising if the strike blew a hole in my chest.

"……Hah." But I'm alive. Anyone can jump back if the timing is set so perfectly. That attack wasn't meant to kill me. She's kept me conscious and mobile, not because of Shinji's order, but――――of her own free will.

"――――Now." The range is perfect. I turn my body right before I hit the ground, straighten myself instantly,

"Huh?" and grab the knife in front of me with my left hand.

I catch it by the blade. I don't care about it digging into my hand because it's numb.

"W-What――――!?" I raise my other arm. Without a thought for the pain…

I punch him square in the face with my clenched fist.

"――――Ah." I throw away the knife. Trying not to look at the blood, I run to where Sakura is sitting.

"Sakura…!" "…Senpai――――" Sakura doesn't raise her head to look at me.

…She's trying to avoid talking to me. I don't know if it's because of Shinji, or because of all the things I've hidden from her. All I can tell is that Sakura's body is hotter than this morning.

"…It's fine. Let's talk later. We'll go home for now and――――" "…!" "It's over. The match is decided, Shinji."

…Then. I realize that Tohsaka is behind me.

After being wounded by Archer, Rider is crouching down on the floor. Her clothes are wet with blood. Even though it's not fatal, she shouldn't be able to continue fighting.

"T-Tohsaka…!? Damn, that's not fair! You broke your promise, Emiya…! I told you to come alone!"

"Yeah. But that was an order, not a promise, right? Then I think it's illogical to call it unfair."

"T―――That's sophistry! It's natural for him to come alone since he said he'll come alone!"

"…That's fine. We were together, but Emiya-kun didn't ask me for help. I came here because I wanted to."

"You're lying…! Why are you here if he didn't get you!? Emiya acted honest and tricked me!"

"Oh, that? That's simple. I was next to him when you called. You had such a loud voice, Matou-kun. I was able to hear you even though Emiya-kun was trying to hide it."

"Do you understand now? There's no way I'd just sit there if Sakura's been kidnapped. You lured Emiya-kun to you at the price of making me your enemy."

"Kuh―――so you're here for Sakura too? …Sakura. Sakura, Sakura, Sakura, SakuraSakuraSakuraSakuraSakura…! I don't believe this! Are you still concerned about it!? She's just a quiet bitch that shrinks with fear! Look, I'm a Master! You shouldn't worry about them! You should just be concerned about me…!!"

"I see. Then why don't you make your Servant fight? Archer only cut her stomach. He hasn't destroyed the core of her embodiment, her neck or her heart. Go ahead and heal Rider if you're a legitimate Master." "Kuh――――damn you…!"

Shinji scrambles away and takes out a book. "That's――――" That's Shinji's Command Spell that burned up at that park. He still has it…!?

"Get up, Rider! It's your Master's order! Get up and beat Archer…!" "――――――――" There's no reply. Rider is crouching, motionless.

A puddle of blood is under her, and the blood keeps flowing. She is the one who needs help right now. To order her to fight is to hasten her death.

"Damn…! You're my Servant, so fight until you die, you bitch…!"

Shinji's fingers tighten on the book. That must be how he uses his Command Spell. With trembling movements, Rider tries to stand.

"Stop―――that's enough, Shinji, give up…! Rider will die if you push her any more…!" "Hah! Servants don't die that easily! You just shut up and take care of that piece of trash…!"

Shinji does not relent. "……!" I let go of Sakura and rush him again.

―――At that instant… "…No…! No more…!"

"――――Sakura?" I stop and turn back. Clutching her stomach, she moans as if in the throes of a nightmare.

"Wha――――!?" Shinji's book burns to ashes, just as it did that night.

"――――What?" Wind blows inside the enclosed hallway. It's coming from Rider, who was lying on the ground, and from Sakura, who is still crouching.

"――――No way. This is Rider…?" Tohsaka stands ready while Archer silently watches the enemy that stood up. Rider is completely healed. The power flowing from her body is just like when she was at the Ryudou Temple.

"――――?" Then. Her figure disappears. Rider suddenly disappears from my vision…

"Get down, Emiya-kun――――!" "…!"

The moment I duck, long hair flutters right above me.

"Sakura…!" Rider has instantly jumped with Sakura in hand. She lands opposite us―――between Shinji and the rest of us.

"Huh? …What are you doing? Who told you to bring Sakura?" "No, there was no such order. As a Servant, I merely protected my Master."

Rider lets Sakura down and glances at Shinji. …Her eyes are covered with a leather mask, but her expression is frighteningly cold.

"D-Don't be stupid. I'm your Master. Why are you wasting time instead of protecting me――――" "Shinji. A Command Spell appears on the body of a Master. I have never accepted anyone who does not bear the holy sign as my Master."

"What―――?" "You are a fraud. You have lost the book which granted you false ownership, so I can no longer obey you."

Rider turns away from Shinji. That motion tells Shinji that she will never look at him again.

"―――I see. So that's how it was, Rider?" "Your guess is correct, Archer's Master. You already knew, did you not?"

"…Yeah. I knew it was strange. There's no way one of the Matous would be chosen as a Master. Their bloodline has grown thin, so no magi should be born to them."

"So it shouldn't be possible for Shinji, one of the Matou family, to become a Master. But Rider was summoned, and a person from the Matou household was chosen as a Master."

"…Yes. I thought Matou Zouken summoned you and entrusted you to Shinji. But it's actually much more simple. Zouken doesn't need to do anything. Because the most appropriate person in the Matou household to be a Master is―――"

Tohsaka isn't looking at Rider. She is only looking at… "―――The legitimate successor of Matou. This generation's magus of the Matou line. It's you, Sakura." "……" She's looking straight at Sakura.

"――――――――Huh?" I can't say anything. Tohsaka and Sakura. I can only look at them alternately and try to figure out what was just said.

…My left hand hurts. My relaxed mind finally starts to inform me of the pain on my hand.

"――――――――" I see. It seems my mind is calm. Tohsaka's words and the sight of the Command Spell on Sakura's left hand have numbed my senses, but―――my mind isn't surprised at all.

Only… why? Why did such a thing happen――――?

"………" Sakura is hanging her head as if trying to hide. Judging by her body language, she didn't want me to know.

"…Transfer of a Command Spell. A Command Spell ordering her to obey Matou Shinji, huh? Rider became Shinji's Servant with that, and you lost your right as a Master at the same time, becoming an ordinary magus. …So when I first had you show me your arm, you'd already given your Command Spell to Shinji."

"…………" Sakura doesn't answer and bites her lips.

Then.

"Damn, again, Sakura! Give me the right to control her again!" Shinji runs to her as if begging her.

"…………" "Hey, say something! You don't want to fight, right? You said you didn't want to be a Master, so that's why I took over in your place! Why are you pretending to be a good girl now…!?"

Shinji raises his arm. …But there's no need for me to stop him. "R-Rider―――are you going to disobey me?" "You are not my Master, Shinji. If you intend to harm Sakura, I will kill you."

Rider releases him. Shinji backs away, clutching his arm where Rider gripped it.

"Ha, haha――――I see. You'll regret that, Rider. No matter what you say, everything will be back to normal when Sakura makes another book. Do you know what'll happen to you once you become my Servant again――――?"

"It's useless, Shinji. It's almost impossible to entrust a Servant to a human, and someone that's not a magus at that. The transfer using the Command Spell made it possible."

"Y-Yeah. There's one more Command Spell. Sakura won't disobey me, so…"

"That's why this is it. Sakura only has one more Command Spell. If you use it, you'll have no way to control Rider. Rider would be freed. You can't bind a Servant with a fake right made with a Command Spell. It'll just burn your book like earlier even if you order Rider."

"Wha―――― Then I'm…" "Yes. You lost your chance to be a Master. No, you were never a Master as you were only controlling her using a fake Command Spell."

…A crack runs through. With a sound, the existence of Matou Shinji breaks.

"Ha――――Ha. I see, so it was impossible from the beginning. I have no talent. The old man cast me aside as a failure, and I was pitied. …Yeah, it's only natural. I knew it, I knew it, I knew it, I knew it, I knew it…! I knew from the beginning that I'm not suited!"

"――――Nii-san." "No, don't worry about it, Sakura. This was all just a farce. I knew that I have no talent. You're the family's heir. There was no need for me to butt in."

"Nii-san." "Yeah, I know, I know. So, Sakura――――you continue."

"Huh…?" "I'm telling you to beat them

in my place! Look, Emiya and Tohsaka are enemies! You're the successor of Matou, so act like one…!"

"Shinji―――haven't you heard a thing I've said? Sakura won't fight, and you have no right. We won't attack you, since you don't have Rider anymore. Just stay in hiding until the Holy Grail War ends."

"I'm not asking you. ―――Come on, Sakura. I'm telling you. You're going to obey me like always, right?"

"……" There's no reply. Sakura clenches her fists, turns her back to Shinji,

"…I don't want to. Let's stop, Nii-san." and clearly refuses his order.

"――――Sakura. What did you just say?" "…I don't want to. You broke your promise. You said you wouldn't kill Senpai, but you broke our promise. So――――"

"――――――――" Sakura doesn't turn to look at Shinji. Shinji looks at it like someone else's matter and laughs.

"――――――――" I feel a chill, and in that instant… "―――All right. Then you can die." I hear the sound of glass breaking.

"Ahh――――!" Sakura falls. Her knees lose strength and she falls to the ground.

"Hah, bye, Sakura! If you're going to hold a grudge, don't hold it at me, but hold it against that old man for making your body like that. Well, you were gonna end up like that anyway. It's better for you to be freed from the pain now――――!" Shinji runs away.

"Ah――――ha, ah――――!" Sakura tears at her chest. ―――Her earring breaks and chemical-like liquid is pouring out of it.

"Ah――――no――――no……!" She goes into convulsions. No, it's worse. Sakura's shaking so bad that it seems like she's going to crumble like a building in an earthquake.

"Sakura…!" I don't get what's going on. In my worry, I run to her.

"Fool――――! Don't you understand what's going on!?" "…!" Someone stops me. I don't know when he got here, but Archer is grabbing my shoulder.

"Get away from here. You will not be able to restore her if you feed her without care." Archer pushes me back and says something strange.

"Feed her…? What do you mean――――?" The question dies in my throat.

"――――――――" The hallway tints red. The air becomes a mist, moistening our skin, and every wall starts to sweat like honey.

"Ow, guh――――!?" …My chest is burning. This air. This red world is a different world made by magic. This must be a boundary field that melts everything within its framework, on this premise.

"Tohsaka, this is――――" I can't breathe. No, the mist clogs my throat and burns me from the inside when I breathe.

"…It's the boundary field Shinji set up here. But it's much stronger now that Sakura is Rider's Master." "Wha――――――"

I look. …On the other side of the hallway is Sakura, clawing at her chest in agony, and Rider, who is confronting Archer to protect Sakura.

"――――Move aside, Rider. Your master is running wild. She will be addicted to it unless she is stopped before she gets a taste of another's magical energy." "I refuse. My role is to protect my Master. I cannot let you through as long as you are trying to kill Sakura."

"…Oh. So you will stand there and let your master die? Your Master is using up magical energy at a high rate. Do you understand that she will certainly die if you leave her alone?"

"No. She can avoid death if she takes in more magical energy than she loses. Fortunately, there are two magi here. Shinji escaped, but they cannot escape now. I shall take your Master before Sakura is consumed."

"Heh―――so your character doesn't change even with a new Master, huh? It seems you value yourself over other people's lives." "That goes for you too. You are trying to protect your Master by ignoring mine." "I see―――then there's no need for either one of us to hold back―――!"

Archer charges. …Without heed for the corrosive boundary field, he rushes at where Sakura still crouches on the ground. And he clashes with Rider as she blocks his way.

"Hey―――are you okay with this, Tohsaka!? He started fighting with Rider…!" "…Of course they have to fight. We won't last like this. …And as a fellow magus, I have to prevent Sakura from becoming a heretic."

"Huh――――?" Heretic…? Are those people who use magic against the law of the Association, or people who cannot stop the Magic Circuit and destroy themselves…?

"――――Wait. What is that? Why Sakura?" "She's running wild. Rider made this boundary field, but Sakura's the one maintaining it. I don't know what Shinji did, but Sakura's attacking indiscriminately now."

"…I bet Sakura is like us. It's just painful and she just wants air, so she's sucking on other people's air, or magical energy in this case. ―――I can't leave her be as the supervisor of Fuyuki."

"Wha――――? You can't leave her be? What are you going to do to Sakura!?" "…Ask Archer. I only know of one way to stop a magus like that. But Archer might know of some other way."

"…Well, we have to do something about Rider before that anyway. From what I can see, Archer is the stronger of the two, but it seems his output is down." "…Output is down?"

I look back at the hallway. Archer is overwhelming, even in my eyes. In terms of pure power, he is stronger. There's no way that Rider can hold him back.

"――――――――" But. It's strange.

Rider's strength is her agility. She shouldn't be good at fights where she has to protect someone. Being forced to protect someone should put her at a disadvantage. Archer should've already defeated her and moved on to Sakura. But that's not the case――――so could Rider be overwhelming him…?

"Fu――――!" Archer's sword swings through empty air. Her hair flowing as she moves, Rider arches back and avoids the attack, then steps in and slashes at Archer.

But Rider isn't the only one who attacks and defends at the same time. Archer repels Rider's dagger with his other sword and pushes her back.

――――Advance and retreat. They are evenly matched. Archer cannot press forward, Rider cannot force him back, and they consequently clash swords without any progress.

"Kuh――――" The impatient one is Archer. Though his enemy is weaker than him, he cannot repel her, and the boundary field is slowly taking his energy.

And to add, Tohsaka and I are at our limits. Just stopping our breaths is painful, so being in the hallway stabs at our minds. At this pace, we'll fall before Archer defeats Rider.

"Damn――――" Archer clucks his tongue in annoyance. There.

"―――I understand your power. I am sorry, but you cannot defeat me." Rider stops and makes an announcement in a regretful voice.

"What…?" "I said you cannot beat me. You are not using your Noble Phantasm. I do not know if your Master has forbidden you from doing so or if you are concerned for Sakura's safety. Regardless, if you will not use it, this is it. You cannot defeat me."

Planting her feet, her only weapon, Rider confronts Archer. …She looks so defenseless that the match could be decided if Archer attacked her now.

"…Hah. I'm not worried for your Master. I just think that there is no need. And you cannot use your Noble Phantasm either. Matou Shinji was your Master until just now, so you do not have enough magical energy stocked up to use it."

"Yes. Shinji could not give me magical energy. So I cannot use my Noble Phantasm right now."

"…That's right. There's no need to waste my magical energy against an opponent who will not use it. I will slash you with my next attack, proceed and slash that girl, and everything will end."

"Yes. Let's say that's how it will be. It will be easier for me to kill you if that is the case." Rider answers calmly.

―――What does she intend to do? Without even readying her weapon, Rider stands against Archer… "…No, Rider…!" …but stops when she hears the voice.

"Please endure there, Sakura. I will solve everything." "Stop―――please stop, Rider. I didn't call for you for something like this." "…I cannot follow that order. Your life takes priority above all else."

Rider raises her arm. There's four meters between her and Archer. Maintaining that distance, the black Servant puts her hand on her ͛wrap text="face"]face and…

"―――Also… This is what you wished for, Sakura." …She releases the black seal.

――――Everything solidifies at that instant.

Rider's naked eyes. They are inhuman eyes, one of the highest rank among numerous mystic eyes.

"――――――――" Grey eyes. They look like crystals, and they are too abnormal to be called eyeballs.

The corneas do not take in light. The pupil sees the world through a square. The iris is solidified, not allowing the eyes to close. The millions of cells that make up the retina are composed of ether.

―――Are they art that the gods admired, or are they nature that the gods cursed? Rider's gray eyes are abnormal, and at the same time, too beautiful for any human to have.

"――――!" Archer is frozen in place. …It must be because he saw her eyes from such close range. His eyes are frozen even if he wants to close them, and his arms are frozen even if he wants to cover his eyes. He tries to charge forward and slash at Rider, but his legs are already petrified up to his knees.

"No way, mystic eyes of petrification…!?" Tohsaka's voice is almost a scream. …I can't tell what kind of face she's making. My eyes are also captivated by Rider's mystic eyes, and I can't look away. My blood is thickening. The flow is solidified, and my senses are ceased.

――――Mystic eyes. A single action magic that magi have.

It takes the eyes, passive receptors of the world, and makes them function actively to influence the world. It indiscriminately casts its magic upon anyone within sight, though the effect is vastly increased if the target meets your gaze. In short, it's something not to be looked at, and it is a frightening magical nature that entraps anyone that looks at them.

Their abilities and concealable nature make the mystic eyes proof of a first-rate magus. The technique to make one's own eyes into a Magic Circuit is close to that of a Magic Crest.

But then, artificial mystic eyes only have strong enough powers to cast Charm or Whisper. Possessors of truly powerful mystic eyes are always born with them.

Binding. Coercion. Contract. Burning. Illusion. Extreme luck. Mystic eyes that directly intervene with another's fate are called Noble Color, and among the highest-ranked of them are the eyes of petrification.

No magus of this age possesses these eyes. There are only a few magi that make petrification magic possible. How great a miracle is it to be possible to petrify others just by looking?

…Breaker Gorgon. It is the curse of the gods sealed by the powers of shrines. It is said that such evil eyes were only possessed by evil beasts and spirits in the age of the gods. The magical Noble Phantasm that can petrify people with its glance, the symbol of the heroic spirit Medusa――――!

"―――Get away, Rin! The real attack is coming…!" Archer screams, his body now petrified up to his waist. …Beyond him… A dark-red wave is expanding from within Rider, who has released her mystic eyes.

"Wait… even if you tell me…!" Tohsaka is moving too slowly. Something terrible is flowing forth from the other side of the hallway. The wave becomes sharp like a spear and aims straight at Tohsaka.

"――――――――" She'll die. Tohsaka must be more entranced than me, as she cannot even move a step. Unable to dodge, she will be impaled by the spear. With the scene of several seconds in the future in mind, I…

#votestaynight

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derpcakes · 2 years

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Remember when we were all minding our own business in January 2018 and then Type-Moon said “oh they’re making an anime of the Fate Cooking Manga!” basically out of nowhere and we got a new, beautiful, comfy, delicious-looking episode every month for the rest of the year? So you could look forward to a new cute short featuring seasonal recipes on the first of every new month? Truly, sincerely, what a time to be alive that was

#pun slightly intended we were so well fed #what's cooking in the emiya house today

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lastencoregraphics · 4 years

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HOMUHARA’S CLASS 2A PRESENTS: REVERSE MAID CAFÉ

#what's cooking in the emiya house today #emiya san chi no kyou no gohan #Rin Tohsaka #Ayako Mitsuzuri #*manga caps #animangaladies #anisource #this chapter was a personal attack against me #i dont know how to colour roses dont @ me

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oishi-des · 4 years

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Vegetables - What's Cooking at the Emiya House Today? ep4

#my edit #my gif #anime food gif #gif #anime food gifset #gifset #anime food #anime #anime gif #anime aesthetic #food #food gif #whats cooking at the emiya house today #What's Cooking at the Emiya House Today?#Emiya-san Chi no Kyou no Gohan #vegetables #japanese food #japanese aesthetic

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junipeurrr · 3 years

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A compilation of Saber/Artoria munching from "Today's Menu for the Emiya Family"

Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Last

Bonus:

PROTECT SABER'S EAGER APPETITE

#what's cooking at the emiya house today #today's menu for the emiya family #saber #protect #saber is cute #love her #uwu #protect that eager appetite #shirou #emiya

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mrninjafist · 6 years

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Hey real talk, the most delicious looking thing in the fate cooking anime is Cu

#fellas is that gay 🤔🤔🤔#fate #whats cooking at the emiya house today #cu chulainn

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mundetiam · 6 years

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#look at baby shirou and taiga #What's Cooking at the Emiya House Today?#fate series

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kurozu501 · 6 years

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y’know those “x is cute! CUTE!!” memes? thats literally me rn with all of the new emiya family cooking show and everything i see of it.

#shirou is cute! saber is cute!! sakura is cute!!! rider is cu-#Fate Stay Night #Emiya-San Chi no Kyou no Gohan #Whats Cooking At the Emiya House Today?#fate series #type moon #Family Dinner Simulator 2004 #im so happy that we are getting a bunch of animated emiya fam fluff this is truly Blessed Content

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All Emiya-san AU's are good AU's (its where my Actor Fionn lives too lol) and man there's a lot of untapped comedy gold of Shirou hearing all these stories about Diarmuid scaring away rude customers and thinking he looks super scarred up or w/e and then he meets him and it's like "??? he looks so nice?? are u sure this is the guy who nearly stabbed someones eye out???"

EHEHEHE I wrote a thing beneath the read more I looooove the Emiya Gohan AUS so much...

Everything about this situation was concerning for Shirou. It was bad enough that Archer was using Shirou’s name (the number of times he’d gotten, “Is that guy a relative of yours, Emiya-kun?” from ignorant but well-meaning classmates was starting to grate on his nerves) at his dumb part-time job (why Servants even needed part-time jobs was a mystery) and the fact that Lancer kept popping up to invite Taiga out for dinner and drinking but now, apparently, a third Servant had arrived.

The cafe’s regulars, of course, had no idea he was a Servant. Sakura and Rider had confirmed it after visiting the cafe on one of their dates, but didn’t seem to be worried. Of course, they weren’t worried. Sakura and Rider had enough power and magical energy between them to flatten the city, let alone deal with Servants. Rin also brushed off what Shirou believed was a wholly justified concern - “He’s probably just some lingering ghost from a past Grail War. Archer seems to like him fine, and he hangs out around Lancer, so what’s the big deal? If he becomes a problem, we’ll just deal with it like we always do.”

But in Shirou’s view, the Servant was already a problem. It was bad enough that the restored Servants of the Fifth Grail War could still draw upon the wild, free-flowing magic of Fuyuki’s leylines and pop up whenever they pleased - the fact that Servants from previous wars might show up too was giving him anxiety.

And this was before the rumors started.

Nobody seemed to know the guy’s name, or remember it if they saw it written down. He would pop up - always in the vicinity of the cafe - and often left behind gifts. One time, it was a bottle of wine for the manager. Another time, an antique coin for one of the waiters. He always seemed to disappear right when anyone asked for information about him, and reappear whenever something interesting happened. One time, near closing, a couple of drunk university students came in and tried to convince their waitress to leave in their car. When she refused, one of them joked about following her home.

At once, the mystery Servant walked in the door.

Another time, a middle-aged man from out of town shouted at one of the baristas until they had to run into the back to cry for the rest of their shift. On the local news the next morning, the man appeared to have been dropped at the hospital with a broken jaw and a soul full of remorse.

(Lancer actually laughed when he informed Shirou of this story.

“You were there and didn’t say anything?”

“Hey, I was the guy who had to deal with the asshole after he made our barista run off. It wasn’t a big deal, I just happened to call in a favor from a friend. Plus, he deserved it.”

And Lancer winked, like they were sharing an inside joke.)

And so on and so forth. Nobody could purge the service industry of customer horror stories, but this mystery Servant seemed to be doing his damnedest to make a dent in the problem. He was the most ghost-like of any Servant that Shriou had ever encountered.

Ayako and Kaede quickly became regulars at the cafe. Shirou thought it was hard to tell whether or not they were in love with the mystery Servant or whether or not they wanted to challenge him to a duel. It seemed to be a combination of both.

“He’s like, the toughest guy I’ve ever seen,” said Ayako, mystified. “I swear I thought he was going to tear that woman’s throat out.”

“This guy threatened a customer,” Shirou said, “and you’re happy?”

“Well, she was being rude to Yukika,” Kaede retorted, like that settled the matter. “I mean, I wasn’t counting, but I think she sent her coffee back six times before anyone said anything. She kept berating her like it was Yukika’s fault that she kept changing her mind about sugar and milk. She literally lied about what her original order was to get a free drink. It was awful.”

“But then this guy shows up,” Ayako continued the story, talking over Kaede as she continued muttering about the injustice faced by the track team’s manager. “And he clocks what’s happening, like, instantly. I dunno where the blue-haired guy was, I guess he was late for his shift or something, but he just - “

She motioned like she was trying to take up more space than her physical body allowed.

“I swear, it was like you could’ve heard a pin drop! He takes one look at Yukika and just goes up to the lady and -”

Another vague gesture like a karate chop.

“He hit this woman?” Shirou said, outraged.

“Nah, he wouldn’t hit anyone,” Kaede said, nodding sagely. “He doesn’t really need to, you know? You could just take one look at him and you know not to mess with this guy when he’s mad.”

That settled it. Shirou had to investigate on his own, since obviously no one else was going to take this seriously. It was bad that customers were mistreating the staff at Yukika’s job, but a Servant threatening humans was unacceptable.

It was time, at last, to enlist Saber’s help.

She had been living at Shirou’s house since her restoration, recovering from her injuries. Shirou hated the idea of asking her to fight again, especially when she was so clearly enjoying her life as a “normal human,” but he couldn’t afford to hold back if there was a dangerous, unknown Servant in the city. To her credit, Saber was happy to assist. She said she had been meaning to drop by and try Archer’s cooking for quite some time.

The two of them met on Sunday for lunch. Saber ordered two coffees and went into the kitchen to see Archer. Yukika wasn’t on shift today, so Shirou didn’t recognize any of the other staff. But he did notice that they all kept watching the door, as if waiting for something.

After the coffees arrived (Saber’s was left to cool on the table), the bell above the door chimed. Shirou felt the shift in the area’s magical energy before he looked up and saw the Servant himself. It was remarkably subtle, considering that it was like an icy draft passing through the cafe. You wouldn’t notice unless you were looking for it.

The waitstaff was suddenly all smiles.

Shirou looked up - and felt his jaw drop to the floor.

He did not look remotely threatening. The mystery Servant was, in fact, the most physically beautiful person that Shirou had ever seen in his life. Tall and muscular - his build was not dissimilar to Lancer, though he lacked Lancer’s wolfish aura - with a head of dark, thick curls. His face was elegant, from piercing, bright eyes all the way down to his perfect lips, only marred by a tiny beauty mark beneath his right eye.

Shirou had to look away, blushing despite himself. What the hell is wrong with me? He realized belatedly that he had come to this battle totally unprepared for a charm attack.

Is this guy cursed or something?

That was the only explanation. Why else did he feel like he would collapse if he looked this Servant directly in the face for too long? It wasn’t normal.

And on second glance, it appeared that Shirou wasn’t the only person taken aback. A couple on a date had paused their conversation to stare at the Servant, murmuring their appreciation in hushed tones; a middle-aged woman was holding a fork in her hand, oblivious to the fact that her cake had just splattered over her shoes. Two little kids were waving at him, apparently recognizing him from somewhere, and their parents had to hurriedly shush them because it’s rude to try and pull someone out of a conversation like that.

One of the waiters was talking to him. Shirou strained to listen, shaking himself.

“Want the usual?”

“If it’s not too much trouble,” said the Servant, in a smooth, polite voice that made Shirou hate him irrationally. Stupid, handsome guy. “Is Cu in today?”

“I think he said he’s on vacation,” the waiter replied. “But Emiya’s here if you want to talk to him.”

Shirou looked up, baffled by the fact that the unfamiliar waiter knew his name, momentarily forgetting that Archer had stolen his name as a cover-up.

The Servant noticed. Barely a glance, a flicker of the gaze in his direction.

Shirou turned back and drank deeply from his coffee, which scalded his tongue.

“Oh, I see,” said the Servant, sounding amused now. “Thank you.”

“Sure thing! I’ll let him know you’re here.”

Once the initial shock of the Servant’s appearance dissipated, everything went back to normal so fast that it was almost jarring. The middle-aged woman clicked her tongue and grabbed napkins to clean up her shoes; the couple resumed planning the rest of their day; the kids kept eating, having gotten bored with trying to get the Servant’s attention. The faint, drafty aura of magic passed and the temperature in the cafe seemed to rise back to comfortable levels. Definitely cursed, Shirou decided, frowning into his coffee cup.

“Excuse me?”

Shirou blanched. The Servant had appeared behind him, smiling patiently.

“Are you waiting for someone?” he asked, indicating Saber’s coffee cup.

Shirou was suddenly, oddly conflicted. Without knowing what this Servant was capable of, was it fair to expose Saber like this?

“Uh, no,” he said, uselessly. “Well, not exactly.”

The Servant waited, patiently, for him to explain. Shirou grimaced.

“My friend is a friend of the guy who cooks here,” he said, hating himself for giving it away. “She wanted to come visit him, so I’m just waiting for her to get back before we leave.”

“Really?” said the Servant, smiling. “That’s nice. You’re a friend of Emiya?”

Shirou twitched. “No. I am Emiya.”

“Oh?”

“Not related to that guy, obviously,” he muttered. “But - anyway,” Shirou blurted, suddenly noticing a distinctive piece of fly-away blonde hair emerging from the kitchen, “it’s a long story, and we’d better get going, so see you later -”

He hastily threw some money down on the table for his coffee and rushed to Saber’s side.

“What’s the matter?” she asked him, brows furrowed with concern. “I thought that you were -”

“Saber!”

Shirou winced, and then - wait a minute. How on Earth did the enemy Servant know Saber’s name!?

To his horror, a huge smile spread over Saber’s face.

“Saber, don’t!” Shirou hissed. “You have to look away! This guy’s got some kind of charm spell on him that -”

Saber only laughed and lightly pushed him aside. Though she’d scarcely used a fraction of her true strength, Shirou stumbled.

“Oh, don’t be silly, Shirou. This is an old friend of mine.”

And she crossed the cafe in order to give the Servant a huge hug. Because Saber was approximately half of the mystery Servant’s size, he was able to lift her easily and spun her in a circle. Saber laughed at this.

“I must admit I’m surprised!” she said. “I didn’t think -”

Saber seemed to become self-conscious. But the enemy Servant merely beamed.

“Think nothing of it! I had no idea you were here in the city.”

“Really? Cu and Emiya didn’t tell you?”

“They mentioned a surprise,” said the Servant, shrugging. “I suppose this must be it.”

Saber shook her head. “Of course they did. Foolish boys.”

“I must apologize - I was introducing myself to your friend.”

“Oh, yes! This is my current Master, Shirou. Shirou,” said Saber, waving to him. “This is my old friend - he was a Lancer in the previous quest for the Grail.”

“Please,” said the former Lancer, “call me Diarmuid, if you’d like.”

He gave away his True Name so casually. Who the hell is he, though? Shirou frowned as he came closer.

“Sorry,” he muttered. “I didn’t realize you were one of Saber’s friends.”

“And I did not realize you were a mage,” said Diarmuid, breezily. “But no matter! Are you really leaving?” he asked Saber. “Your Master has indicated that you might have plans -”

“Nonsense!” Saber assured him, cheerful as well. “We were just sitting down. Did you order? I’ve been meaning to try Archer’s cooking for awhile, you see, so I plan to stay here for the afternoon.”

Saber and Diarmuid walked back to their table and pulled up a third chair.

Shirou bit back a groan.

It was going to be a long day.

#fate series #diarmuid ua duibhne #shirou emiya #anyway i think that sakura and medusa should be in love

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fuwafuwamedb · 4 years

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Dodging Death Pt 4 (Hakuno, Emiya, Gilgamesh Caster)

Previously: 1 2 3

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“Good evening Hakuno,” the man purred.

Hakuno looked up at that face, noting the fine lines and the aristocratic nature. He had those thick eyelashes and those dark eyes right now, making her stare at him evening more. She could hear that voice, speaking sensibly, but there was an accent.

There was a very nice accent on that voice, she thought, listening more to the sound of that soft timbre.

He was going on and on about something until she closed her eyes.

Then he was shaking her gently again.

“Hakuno,” he tried, attempting to awaken her.

Her arms reached up, pulling the man down to her and kissing him soundly on the lips.

The whole situation with Emiya had been a mess. She appreciated her friend, respected him deeply, but there had been a hope that he would find her to be someone worth dating. She’d hoped, somehow, that he would look her way.

That evening, Emiya had moved a bit too close to Sakura and had ended up with drinks tossed his way by Rin. Sakura had gone to calm Rin down, to explain. Meanwhile, Hakuno had recommended that Emiya come to her home to clean up.

She had a washer and dryer.

The man above her was a thousand times more handsome than anyone she’d ever seen before though. Since she’d spent all that time being inactive, being the one to wait and see what happened with things, she wanted one time where she didn’t do that.

This time, she’d claim something selfishly.

The man above her moaned against her lips, making her smile.

“We need to talk,” the man told her.

This was not how she was going to have things, not tonight. After all of the chaos that she’d had, she wasn’t going to simply allow all their time to be ruined when it was only starting, not when he had moaned and he had placed his hands on her waist.

The man pulled back.

Hakuno grabbed the hem of her shirt and slipped it over her head, giving the man above her an eyeful.

Breasts.

If there was something that she could really showcase here and now, it was her chest. It was absurd and there was much more to her in actuality, but for the sake of a one night stand like this?

Breasts were her big talk.

Her audacity and determination would be her sales pitch.

She could see the man looking her over. She could feel something hard pressing against her legs, showing more than words what he was thinking about right now.

“I need you,” she told him.

This would be her one vivid, sultry dream. This would be one of those dreams that her classmate Medb murmured about from time to time to her angry looking boyfriend.

Her companion, her mind’s masterpiece of a man, leaned in immediately. His mouth pressed loving to her chest, eyes closing.

“My gods.”

That was how someone needed to react.

Those hands were moving along her person, pulling down her panties as she dove her hands into that hair. She could feel his lips still on her, still paying tribute.

There was a way those hands touched between her, making her give the softest of responses.

“I am selfish, you know.”

Perfect.

He could be selfish as much as he wanted. She was going to enjoy being the center of that attention. She was going to attempt to be selfish too.

Her hand reached between their bodies, helping his hands navigate the great path from her thighs to her center.

They were meeting one another’s gazes the moment she had them touch her together, parting her enough that he could touch around her tender folds and see what else was there. His eyes were widening. Her face was beginning to burn up.

“Be selfish,” she told him simply.

She didn’t want to deal with the pressures of dating and of finding someone to steal her away. She wanted to just carry on with her life. There were other things, more important things. She had a whole future, hanging from the skyline up ahead of her spirit.

The man’s lips were back against her own, his hands taking over enough that she could reach down a little more. She just barely managed to touch him.

“You are new to this,” he murmured to her gently.

“It’s fine-“

A set of teeth bit at her neck, quelling her words. Her body tightened around his fingers, only making her shiver harder at the feel of him inside her.

The sound she made was unlike anything she’d made before, sounding like a whimper.

“I was going to say,” he began again. “You’re new to this. You should think about-“

“I want you.”

The man was pausing again, those eyes gleaming as a light came from a car passing the house. Those red eyes were so mysterious, so strange.

Who would have thought she’d like foreigners like this…

“You’re mine then,” he told her simply.

Her eyes closed as she felt his fingers moving in her. She could feel his lips pressing to hers again, earning all the strength she could muster.

She wanted to do more.

The moment he pushed into her, she ignored the slight pains and wrapped her legs around him, demanding more. She wanted to see this through to the end. She wanted all that she could experience and then some. She’d reach for the stars with him there.

Over and over, he was thrusting into her.

There was a place right there, deep inside her. Every time he hit it, Hakuno could feel herself cry out. She could feel her nails digging into his back and her lips moving to form all kinds of statements: go faster, more, bite me, please, more there, right there.

If he could just continue this, she would be in heaven soon enough.

Her climax came so hard that she was sure that she was feeling it in her real bed.

Her weeping for the man holding her was smothered into nothingness as the man kissed the everliving daylights out of her.

“You’re simply astounding,” the man murmured, pressing his lips to hers once again. His lips moved to her chest, continuing to kiss and make love to her body.

Gods, but there was no other phrase for it.

He made her body sing. He made her blood rush.

Each time that she thought she was going to simply pass out, there he was. He was there to run his hands over another weakened spot on her body. He was there to show her how sensitive she was to him.

“I will bring you home with me,” he purred.

She clung to him, desperate for those lips to kiss and bite at her chest again.

“I will bring you home and I will lay you in my bed,” he promised her. “There is so much more I can do. There is so much more I’m going to do, Hakuno.”

“Please,” she pleaded.

She wanted it all.

All of it and more.

Hakuno stared at the markings on her person in the mirror, frowning at the marks.

Her eyes drifted to the cat nearby, noting that G was watching her from nearby.

Who the hell had she brought home to her house and why the fuck hadn’t she seen him before he’d taken off for god only knew where? Had she gone out again?

She couldn’t remember anything else other than some mind blowing sex, but…

I’m such a dumbass.

“We’ll wear a scarf and long sleeve shirt so no one notices,” she told her feline friend, heading back into her bedroom and resuming her mental chastising.

Sex with a stranger because Emiya didn’t want to date her.

What a pathetic way to respond.

In fact, she was quite happy for Sakura. Emiya was great and Sakura wasn’t the best cook out there. The two of them were cute together and they would make one another happy.

They would.

“Alright,” Hakuno smiled down to G, kissing his head. “I don’t need some useless white haired man. You were right, G. Let’s just keep it you and me here.”

The main man was purring, happily weaving around her feet.

She should think about a way to be able to take him out with her.

That would have been kind of fun, being able to drag him from the house and get him used to people. It would certainly help him become a bit more social. The cat carrier was a thought, but that would mean that he would be behind bars all day.

Maybe like a big sweater or something.

She headed out, locking up the house and heading to her car. The trip to campus was as slow as usual, making her almost lose her temper when someone decided to cut in front of her vehicle and nearly hit her.

A few curses, a stop at the coffee shop, and a quick jog later; Hakuno found herself coming upon her classroom only to find Emiya waiting for her.

“Emiya!”

“Hakuno.”

There was an odd air around Emiya today. The man moved forward, motioning to an empty classroom nearby.

“Hakuno, I-“

Hakuno closed the door and brushed her hair back a little only to see the man staring at her.

“You have…. You’re bruised.”

“Long evening.”

The man didn’t seem pleased with that answer.

“Since we’re talking about things, I just wanted to let you know that I’m really excited about you and Sakura.” At his raised brow, Hakuno shrugged. “The two of you have always been close. It’ll be nice for you both to clear the air between you and show that you care for one another. I look forward to hearing about the dates, either from you or from Sakura. We are friends, after all.”

“Right. Friends….”

They were.

Hakuno glanced at her phone, noting the time and flashing Emiya another smile.

“Good luck with asking her.”

That was where she left it.

Throughout the day, she even felt a little bit more energetic than usual. She’d realized that her crush was simply that, a crush on a man that was more interested in others. Along with that, she’d had some great sex, woken up fully rested, and she was doing well today.

Her tests were finished and turned in amongst the first few people.

She meandered out to lunch, receiving a test from Sakura that talked about how she had been asked out by Emiya and showing her excitement in a picture.

She made a side trip to the pet store and found a backpack that she could carry G around in.

Best of all, there was nothing wrong with the world today. The skies were blue and the weather was fine. Her friends were loving and her home was comfortable.

Yes, there was nothing wrong.

“G!”

Hakuno opened the door, finding her companion sprinting over to her. At the sight of his excitement, Hakuno couldn’t help but dump her things on the floor and pick the cat up instead.

Her lips pressed to his head. Her arms held the cat close, showing a little love here and there to him.

Tonight, she reasoned, they were going to be dining like kings.

There were endless shows that they watched with one another after she got them both something to have for dinner. Her cat was cuddling closer, pawing at her aimlessly whenever she tried to move too much.

“You really like laying on me, don’t you?”

G simply meowed at her, curling up more against her person.

This was fine.

This was entirely fine.

With G at her side, there was little she was concerned about.

I did the right thing.

The only thing wrong was she wished she’d gotten to at least learn the name of the incredibly handsome blond who would now haunt her memories.

Back to the bathroom they went after falling asleep on the couch.

Hakuno watched happily as G hopped onto her counter and simply purred away. He was the biggest fan of the blowdryer. The fact that he seemed to behave so well as a cat only made her laugh.

“Are you being sweet to me because I’m your owner or because you want something?”

G meowed.

She was loved.

Laughing, she carried her hairy cloud of a cat to bed and spoiled him with a few more treats from the kitchens.

If she was going to spoil herself with treats and nice things, then she’d spoil him as well.

“If only you were human,” Hakuno told her beloved cat. “I’d probably just marry you and we’d spoil one another with food.”

Her cat licked her face, making her smile a bit more and hold the cat closer.

“I love you too, G.”

#drabble #drabbles

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