So, well. How do I start this, hm? Okay, hello. My pen name is Fuumura Shoko. And this is my first fanfic here. This is a story I've thought about for some days ago and I thought it'd be good if I could make this idea a complete tale, even if it's a short one. So well, enjoy it, everyone.
Back to The Past
"When I was a kid, I used to want to be a hero of justice very much."
Said a middle-aged man in one night. A boy sat beside him. Those two, father and son, were watching the winter moon.
Hearing a statement like that coming from his father and dear idol, the boy frowned.
"You said you used to. So you had given it up?"
The man chuckled a bit. Even if the moonlight illuminated his face, a sense of grimness never leaved it. His body was that of a sick person.
"Hm, it's rather regrettable. Heroes have a time limit too, and it's hard to fulfill it once you become an adult. It would have been better if I realized that earlier."
Because heroes can't save everyone.
That was the truth concluded from his years and years of pursuit.
"So you can't do anything now, huh?" asked the boy.
He laughed bitterly in his heart. "Yes. I'm powerless."
He wasn't, of course. The 'Magus Killer' was far from powerless. He was the man who could kill anyone, destroy everything, even his own emotion. Until five years ago, he destroyed the Holy Grail, and unwittingly let Angra Mainyu, also known as 'All the evils in the world' pouring down to the city in the form of burning lava. It took so many lives, so many things. Including his power, and his hope. Hadn't he met the boy, who miraculously survived, he would have been totally dead.
"If dad can't realize it because you're an adult already, then I'll do it. I'm young, so it's fine. Entrust it to me, Dad's dream –"
He glanced at the boy. Oh, how bitter. That dream successfully backfired at him. And now, this boy that had been a crutch for his life told him he would walk down the same path.
No. You better not. You will just end up destroying your life.
He wanted to say that. But, the second he looked at that boy's eyes, he realized something.
Those eyes told him that it would be all right. A hope that he couldn't grasp now grew in those golden eyes.
The man exhaled. "Yeah, I'll be happy by then…."
And then, looking at the moon, the man closed his eyes. It was as if he savored the sweetness of the newfound continuation of his shattered dream. The dream that brought disaster to his entire life. The dream that took his beloved people away. The dream that one could consider it as a sweet lie. However, that very dream too, was his life. His hope.
Maybe it isn't that bad. Even if Shirou walks down the same path as me, he won't become someone like me.
Calming himself, he fell into a deep, deep slumber, where he watched a dream that couldn't come true, forever and ever.
"Dad?"