Heroes and Villains

Disclaimer: I own nothing but a deck of Yu-gi-oh cards and my laptop

AN: People die when they are killed.

Tags: AU as usual, Violence

-Heroes and Villains-

Story Starts:

Prologue

I am the bone of my sword

The auburn haired teen recited as two swords representing yin and yang appeared in both of his hands. The teen grabbed the swords before he pushed himself off the ground running towards the figure in front of him a man a few years older than him holding two knifes in his hands.

"Arrrggghhh" the teen screamed out his battle cry as he began his attack he repeated and almost desperately slashed at his enemy's body. He ignored the pain of his exhausted and dying body as he kept the onslaught of his attacks. The teen greeted his teeth as his opponent was meeting his strikes blow per blow.

Steel is my body and fire is my blood.

The teen muttered under his breath as his swords cracked at the power of his opponent's blow. The teen knew his swords weren't perfect like His -at least not yet, but to crack this easily was unnerving him but nonetheless the teen recreated the two blades only this time he reinforced those blades to the most of his abilities.

His hands were bleeding; his body sluggish, and his od slowly getting depleted as the circuits in his boy worked overtime.

Yet he continued his attack.

Slash, spin, slash, stab, thrust, he was attacking with his entire life on the line as his swords began cracking once more.

I have created over a thousand blades.

The teen said as he threw the two almost destroyed blades at his enemy before recreating two newer blades.

His enemy was kind enough to destroy the two blades the teen sent to him before the man knives in hand charged in.

The teen brought the white blade up as he used it to block an attack aimed for his jugular; he then used the black blade to block another attack aimed for his liver. The auburn haired boy's eyes widened as his enemy took one step back before he lashed out his knee. The boy crossed his blades over his chest just in time to defend the attack. Although he was sent flying back a few metres it was still better than getting killed by that blow.

The boy started coughing trying to regain his breath as he slowly stood up. He stared at his swords once more and yet again they were broken.

Unaware of loss, Nor aware of gain

He muttered in between his deep breaths as two more of the same swords appeared only this time they were bigger than the previous ones. He charged in once more as the two began to clash once again, but it wasn't just their blades clashing, their lives, their past, and their ideals. All of those were clashing just like their servants who were facing off against each other in a battle of their own. No words were spoken between the two as they let their blades do the talking for them. The teen's servant clashed her golden clad holy sword against her opponent's crimson clad blade.

Like their masters it was an inevitable event that their blades were to meet at one point in this war.

Have withstood pain to create many weapons.

The teen continued his Aria as he as slowly getting pushed back, his enemies attack becoming more brutal and devastating with every second that passed. His already wounded body became worse for wear; his clothes were already in tatters, as his wounds slowly accumulated making the boy lose blood rapidly.

Yet even as his vision wavered he fought on and swung his black blade as it finally shattered one of his enemy's knifes. He saw the man jump back a few feet away as he drew out another one of those weird looking knives.

"Do you still wish to be a hero?" my enemy asked with a tone of pure indifference.

"Yes!" the teen replied as he tightened the grip on his swords. He took a deep breath as he muttered.

I have no regrets. This is the path I chose

With those words the teen steeled his resolve as he ignored the pain all over his body and charged at the man once more.

"This world doesn't need any more heroes, their ages has long passed" the man replied as he kept up with the teen's attacks although he looked fine the man was actually exhausted as well. "The existence of heroes only brings about from the existence of villains along with them" the man kicked the auburn teen away destroying his sword once more. "So I ask you…. Emiya Shirou does this world need any more heroes?"

"Yes!" the boy stubbornly replied as he traced the same two swords once more.

"Throw away your foolish Ideals! You don't even know what it means to be a hero." The man stated as he punched the teen in the face not minding the fact that it felt like he was punching steel.

"Shut up, what do you know about being a hero!?" the teen responded as he counter attacked with a swing of his beautiful white sword.

"Trust me gaki, this world doesn't need any more of my kind." The man said as he blocked the boy's attack once more.

"Huh what are you talking about?"

The man just smiled as the ground began to shake "No time to talk gaki… this is the end of the path for one of the two of us…." The man said as he took a moment and looked up at the night sky.

The teen looked at the man as the moon shined down upon him, showing off his graying blonde hair and tired looking features among them sad looking blue eyes.

The teen gulped as he saw the man's smile drop "I stand here in front of you as the villain" the man said in a completely expressionless tone as he extended his hand to his sides "now I ask of you what will, you do hero?" the man extended his right hand towards teen as if gesturing him to make his moves.

The teen only smiled as he continued ignoring the throbbing pain all over his body, as his circuits burned and sirged within, he spoke the last parts of his aria.

Truly my whole life was nothing but an Unlimited Blade Works

The man smiled back at the teen as the two were covered in flames, fighting for the right to make a wish upon the grail on the last day of his cruel war.

One wished to be a hero to save lives and protect the weak.

While the other wished to bring peace to the world.

Both were dreams that eventually lead to their own downfalls.

Yet the two men fought be it amidst the grail or on top of the hill of swords, the two continued their match as they fought for their wishes.

The winner was to become the hero, and the loser was to be appointed as the villain.

But in the end, would their wishes even be granted?

-Heroes and Villains End-

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AN: One shot for now.