AN update 2/14/2016: Hey all SpiritoftheAces57 here with a new story!
Cricket chirps are all that can be heard.
Yeash this is a tough crowd…at least nothing was thrown at me. Anyway moving right along, so for the past 3 years I've been playing Final Fantasy XIV, and at the same time reading a lot of Fate/stay night fanfictions. Over those three years, I haven't seen one regular or crossover Fate/stay night stories with any Final Fantasy related elements. So I was thinking why not make my own crossover story? Well I think that's everything…. ahh yes the disclaimer!
Ahem: Spirit of the Aces does not, in any way, shape or form make a profit off this story. This is for pure entertainment purposes. The characters and ideas present in this story belong to their respective owners. Now on with the story!
The Wyrmlord's Fate
Prologue: A Requiem for a Dream, and a Departure
It had seemed like only yesterday, after waking up after passing out in that dreadful fire, that he was adopted by Kiritsugu Emiya the infamous Magus Killer, the same man who had rescued him from same fire. One night while they were talking together and gazing at the stars in doing so he had accidentally revealed to the young boy that he was a magus and soon made him swear secrecy on the matter. A few days later, and the boy had convinced his adoptive father to teach him mage craft, although the man was reluctant to do so.
Unfortunately, in a misunderstanding with the vague information his father had given him, he began to practice magecraft on his own. But without the proper knowledge of how to effectively activate them, he was accidently converting his nerves in to temporary magic circuits. This had the unfortunate effect of damaging his true magic circuits, cause them to weaken and atrophy, not that he knew of course. The only skills in magecraft he was truly good at, Reinforcement and Projection, were scoffed at by normal Magi and the Mage associations like the Clock Tower, and considered by them to be practically useless because of the high cost of prana to use said skills.
Oh…who was the boy? Why his name is Shiro Emiya, and the lone survivor of the Fuyuki city fire. The first thing that people noticed was that his hair color was the shade of blood, and that his eyes were twin pools the color of gold. He was tall for a 14-year-old and it seemed he would get taller still as he grew up further.
Now, 5 years later, feeling alone in the world after the sudden death of his adopted father, who had passed away talking with him until dawn, Shiro stared around the workshop of the now deceased Magus Killer with a feeling of great sadness. That is not to say that he was really alone, his caretaker and somewhat brash adoptive older sister, and next door neighbor, Taiga Fujimura watched out for him and her grandfather took care of his living expenses. There was also Yuki Icecrown, another person who treated him like a younger brother, and had helped him somewhat get over the survivor's guilt that he had for being the only survivor of the fire; but she was away on important business, and he wasn't expecting her to be home anytime soon.
These days Shiro, still without any proper understanding of it, was throwing himself back into practice of his skills in magecraft once again. Even before his father had died, he had always associated that the pain of transforming his nerves into magic circuits, was a fair price to pay for the power to save people.
Sighing Shiro walked out of the workshop into a beautiful evening sunset, and making sure to lock the door, headed back towards the estate. Just as he was getting into the house, however, there was a knock on the door, and a muffled but familiar voice announced "Packages for one Shiro Emiya."
"I'll be right there!" he responded to said voice speeding up his pace, tripping slightly in his hurry and dislodging from his shirt an amulet. one that depicted a dragon that was black as night, wings spread wide, with rubies for the eyes that seemed to have a life of their own. Around the reptilian beast, were seven crystals one surrounded by twelve symbols. But try as he might, he could never say the name of the wyrm depicted on the amulet, though he felt like he knew its name from somewhere. It was as if something was preventing him from saying its name. But he had always found them fascinating, like a fragment of his past life that was not lost to the cursed fire perhaps. Even now he wished he could meet one. Unfortunately, his father had said that they had all but disappeared from the world during the decline of magic. Still it was nice to dream, however impossible it may seem.
Snapping out of his thoughts as he reached the entryway into the estate, Shiro opened the front door. There standing in front of him was Yuki Icecrown, though he preferred to call her Yuki-nee, with two packages in her arms. She had appeared about a year and half ago before his adoptive father's death, and had apparently been looking all over Fuyuki city for him and Kiritsugu. Kiritsugu was initially wary around her, but after a private chat between the two of them, he acted more warmly around her. She was beautiful in all aspects, with her mahogany brown hair with red highlights cascading around her heart shaped face and down a bit past her shoulders, and deep sapphire blue eyes. She was also tall, maybe 5'9", with curves in the right places that caused Fuji-nee to be evergreen with jealousy, much to Yuki's constant confusion.
"Hi Yuki-nee! How come...?" he asked further opening the door to allow her inside. He gave her a quick hug with one arm, which she returned with some difficulty.
"How come I'm home so early?" She replied, separating from the hug and walking through the door and slipping off her shoes, "Well as it turns out, that bit of business took me close to where you asked me to go, so I managed to grab it for you."
"Really?!" exclaimed Shiro. He had asked for a specific book on the myths, legends and lore of the dragons of the north. He hadn't got his hopes up, as the book was rarely published in Japanese, that was if you could FIND a copy at all.
"Yes really, I know you've always been fascinated by dragons." She answered heading into the living room and sitting down on one of the couches, and setting the packages on the coffee table, "So I thought these would be a great surprise for you Shiro."
"Thank you so much Yuki-nee!" exclaimed Shiro in pure delight. He immediately began to unwrap the packages, being careful so as to not leave a mess. "Wow!"
'And great goodbye presents for at least another five years' she thought bitterly, watching Shiro unwrap his gifts.
The first was, of course, the book he wanted. It was unique as the last he heard of the author they had to go underground to hide from the Church of all places, Clock Tower, and several other magical associations. So it was probably best to keep it out of sight were anyone could see it. It was titled Dragonsong, and the pages were illustrated with the author's impression of what dragons looked like before the decline of magic. The cover had only the title on it, no decorations, but it was made out of some kind of fine leather.
The second and smallest of the three packages was another amulet, this one of a Serpent-like Dragon, known to the Norse in their myths as Midgardsormnr, the World serpent, and according to obscure texts, The Wyrm Father. Unlike the other amulet, this one was three dimensional with the dragon entwined around a great blue crystal that glittered in the evening sunset. Both the crystal and the dragon looked almost as if they were alive. And as he gazed at it, Shiro could have sworn he heard a two draconic roars from both of his amulets, from the one in his hand and the one worn on his neck. And then he could have sworn he heard a song echoing inside his head. It sounded much like a reprise, and it was oh so familiar and haunting. Before he could turn his attention to Yuki in order to thank her, he felt sudden flash of pain that made him feel as though he were on fire, a falling sensation, a sudden cry from Yuki, and then darkness.
"Is this… a dream?" the young man said to himself, standing there and gazing out at the roiling darkness. He tried to move forward several times, but found that he couldn't each time. But, soon enough the darkness parted to reveal…
A massive red moon that was falling from the heavens, and as it fell pieces broke away from the main body and streaked across the skies, bringing death and destruction where ever they fell. A great cracking like that of an iceberg breaking apart, revealed the celestial object in question to be artificial, and loosening a structure jutting out like a sword, upon the bottom surface of the moon.
Soon he heard a voice begin to sing as the image passed…
"To all of my children in whom life flows abundant."
Two massive armies clashing below, fighting for the fate of the land below the false moon. One bearing flags that denoted three separate factions allied and sharing a common cause. The other an Empire that brought misery and ruin where ever they went,
"To all of my children to whom Death hath past his judgement.
The soul yearns for honor and the flesh the hereafter."
"Look to those who've walked before,
To lead those who walk after."
"Shining is the lands light of justice,
Ever flows the lands well of purpose!"
The battle was terrible and bloody, and seemed as if it would never end. But…
"Walk free!
Walk free!
Walk free! Believe.
The lands alive! So believe…."
Theforce of gravity causes the structure of the false moon to give way, and plunge upon the battlefield below, halting the fighting as all below gaze up toward the moon. Fiery red light erupts violently from beneath the surface of the false celestial object. Soon a pair of wings of a dragon break free from eons of imprisonment. It soon unleashed a roar that sends the remaining pieces of the false moon shrieking across the skies, devastating the realm below. A wise man shields the survivors from the dragon's wrath. The wise man then calls upon the power of the Twelve; the plan was to call upon the guardian gods of the land and attempt to return the vengeful Draconic entity to the lifestream.
The plan failed as the Dragon's rage and might proved to be too strong, even for the combined might of the Twelve.
But as the Dragon was about to destroy the land forever, the scholar called upon the last vestiges of power of the Keeper of Time, and sent the survivors beyond the reach of the devastation. And as aether rained down from the heavens and the desperate wish and prayer the dying land be saved. And thus from the man arose a Phoenix, containing the destruction to the now abandoned battlefield, and defeating the Dragon. But the Dragon was cunning, and imprisoned the Phoenix with him.
As cracks of light started to form on the Dragon, twelve beams of light formed and converged from a portal that had been forming throughout the battle between the Phoenix and Dragon. This beam of light sped towards the Crystal 'Heart' used to summon the Eikon eons ago. Once it reached the so called 'Heart', it caused a chain reaction that created a small shard of the 'Heart', and shattered the remains of the Draconic Eikon into thousand fragments of aetheric light. The resulting explosion destabilized the power contained within a rock formation that had formed in the battle between,
5 years passed as the shard drifted in the along in the aetherial sea.
Hear. Feel. Think.
Those were the words that changed the shard. He saw the shard transform into a young man. He saw as the man blinked in the desert sunlight, confused and lost.
He saw as that same young man encounter seven warriors in the desert, each full of light and life. He saw as he and the brightest of the seven, a young woman, fell in love, standing alongside the others, and aiding them in fighting beings of fire, earth, wind, a machine born from the dark, water, lightning and ice.
He saw as the man and woman were joined together in a place Known as the Sanctum of the Twelve, and unbeknownst to all present, under the watchful gaze of The Twelve themselves.
He saw as they and the grandchildren of the Phoenix, travel in search of the truth, and the growing sense of dread in the eyes of the former shard. As they progressed deeper, memories of anger and rage not his own began to assault his mind, but at the sight of those eyes of emerald and shaded by blond hair the color of gold, the memories of those dark feeling faded. And they were replaced by feelings still not his own, but kinder gentler, full of love, hope and light.
Shiro then saw the former shard and his companions encounter the wise man. He saw the wise man begin to rant about the darkness that dwelt in mankind's heart. He saw one of the grandchildren, a boy, questioning his grandfather to confirm if he was speaking as a thrall to the dragon, or if he had "Transcended beyond limits of mortality". He saw as the wise man, before their very eyes, transform into the Phoenix. He saw as the other grandchild collapsed in despair, tears streaming down her face, and pleaded to them to save her grandfather for their sake as well as his own.
The Battle was fierce, but they were victorious. He saw the Phoenix reveal the truth to his grandchildren as he embraced them and those seven warriors whose souls shone like stars. He saw the shard turned man realize a horrible truth as gazed upon the Eikon and in turn reveal that he was, in essence, a fragment of the being. The Phoenix's response was a frown, while the grandchildren looked startled and afraid. Six of the warriors shifted nervously, uncertain about what to do, but the seventh, the woman whose face he had woken up to every day since their wedding, stepped forward and embraced him.
"That does not change the fact that still I love you -." She said. "We made an eternal vow, remember?"
He saw the man, break into a teary smile, and in front of everyone, kiss her. How could he not? She still loved him despite what he had revealed. And of course he remembered their wedding, at the Sanctum of the Twelve. The way her eyes shone like emerald stars, no star in the sky could be compared them, the warmth of her touch and the feeling of her lips upon his own. The feeling of her body as they slept together, skin to skin, and feeling whole for the first time in either of their lives.
The others then broke into joyous laughter and smiled. They too remembered that glorious day; the day their leader and the man were joined together in the eyes of Twelve.
The Phoenix gladdened by the responses of the young woman and her companions, aided them by transporting them to their final goal. As the grandchildren of the Phoenix attempted to end it, the Eikon then and there, it fought back. They gave them an opening, but the man prevented the others from joining him, including the love of his life, in what would his final battle.
He saw that same shard… no man alone, tears streaming down his face, fighting against the same Dragon that had caused so much death and destruction, and was the origin of his birth. The final blow came to both of them, one strike from him to end the dragon, and the other came to him in return. As he returned his allies…no family, rushed towards him and aided him by forcing out the darkness of his origin which was attempting to overtake him. They were successful, but too late to save him from death. A feeling of warmth and he looked up to see emerald eyes crying in relief. A final kiss, before he saw a bright light as he heard the woman cry in shock and despair.
The man had died, and left behind a woman broken hearted by his death.
He saw the man standing before a figure glowing brighter than the sun, who sat upon a throne in a hall of purest white. A deal was struck and a second chance for life was given.
He was reborn to a small magus family that had hidden themselves away from the world. One last night together. The family was laughing together, but that laughter soon turned to cries of fear and for their son to run away, from cursed flames that ate away at the world. Malice, anger, hatred, and fear these dark emotions made up the flames that soon caught him, and forced him to give up everything, his parents, memories, emotions, and thoughts. The flames tried to claim the memories locked away in his now warped soul, but could not even reach them let alone take them. But eventually he had nothing left to give and collapsed in that hell on earth, gazing blankly up at that smoke filled sky, before closing his eyes.
A feeling of warmth, a scent of honeysuckle, and something golden that resonated with his very soul, washed over him. He opened his eyes and saw a man, disheveled and with tears of relief freely flowing from his eyes.
"I wish I could be that happy" That was his final thought, before he blacked out.
Darkness quickly clouded Shiro's vision and he soon felt as though he were falling. Suddenly his eyesight cleared and his feet felt firm ground. He had landed on some sort of a platform. Circling high above him and coiled around a Gigantic Crystal, were two dragons. He could make out one as it was illuminated by the crystal's light. It clearly looked serpentine and was coiled around the crystal. The other dragon was difficult to see as it was hovering straight above him and its form blurred, as if he were seeing it through a fog. He felt a strangely strong and familiar connection to both, but it was stronger to the one above him, rather than the first.
Thousands of thoughts passed through his head, but the prominent one was…
"Where am I?"
"The aetherial sea, my child." responded a motherly voice. He looked around for the source of the voice, and a look of shock passed over him. It was the Crystal! But how was that possible? "I am Hydaelyn, all made one. Thou wert brought here for a purpose my child."
"For far too long have the machinations of the Darkness gone unopposed on this star. The Light of Life and Hope hath waned from the hearts of mortals." A loud booming voice echoed across the darkness. Its tone the one of an old soul who had seen and knew far too much. "Gaia and Ayla have been engaged in a petty squabble, one always trying to overcome the other. Therefore, you have been chosen to bear my kind's power once again, and Hydaelyn's Light."
"What? But why? Who are you?!" exclaimed Shiro. He still couldn't understand what was happening!
"I am Midgardsormnr the World Serpent, Shiro Emiya, and the answers to thy dream and thy questions shall come in due time. Always wear thine amulets, and, should harm threaten thee, my people shall answer your call. A covenant binds me to thee. I shall watch, listen, and wait."
"And know this, we are as one Shiro Emiya. Shouldest thou ever find need, do not hesitate to call upon me or my power when things look dire. My brood shall not stand by idly and do nothing.", promised the mist covered dragon flying above him.
Other voices had echoed their approval, though they sounded more like the roars of… other dragons? He looked around but saw nothing. A sudden movement caught his eye, and he quickly returned his attention to the three beings. Beams of light formed in front of each one. They sped toward him and pierced his chest, pouring power into what felt like his very soul.
"The power to banish the Darkness dwelleth within thee once again, as doth the power of dragon kind. When the time comes, thou shalt know what to do." Both Hydaelyn and Midgardsormnr soon faded from view.
As Shiro gazed up at the dragon circling above him, the mist cleared. Once he could see it properly, his golden eyes became wide with surprise. He recognized the dragon, as it was depicted upon his first amulet, and was the same one that the man fought against.
"Bahamut!" he exclaimed breathlessly. The dragon nodded his head majestically. Before he could say or do anything else, he saw a flash of emerald eyes and his mind went blank as he drifted into darkness…again.
"…iro!?" A familiar voice, yet at the same time unfamiliar. And why did they sound so concerned?
"Shiro!?" What had happened? The last thing he could recall was staring at the amulet that was given to him by Yuki-nee and then the dream of that battlefield. It had felt very familiar, as though he had been there. Then a conversation that he could barely remember, and now he was hearing someone calling out to him.
"Shiro!?" But where was he now? It felt as though he was lying on his bed, but if that was so, then who brought him up here? Oh yeah… it was obviously Yuki-nee. Stupid grogginess.
"Huh…Wha?" he finally responded groggily. He snapped open his eyes, but soon regretted it as a sharper pain than when he practiced magecraft jabbed at them as sunlight hit them full force. He then slowly began to open his eyes and, carefully so as not be dizzy, sat up on what, as he suspected, was his bed.
"Thank goodness you're awake!" exclaimed Taiga Fujimura, who Shiro was NOT expecting.
"What happened? Where is Yuki-nee, Fuji-nee?" he asked as he shakily tried to stand up.
"Downstairs making us all dinner. Do you realize how much you made us both worry?" Taiga said, gently pushing Shiro back down onto his bed and frowning at him.
"No, why?" He asked, suddenly tense. How long had he been out?!
"You were out cold for about a week!" she responded, "Yuki had to call me so that she could inform the school that you would be absent for a couple of days."
"A week?!" he shouted, causing Fujimura to wince.
"Yes a week. But you should know, we weren't the only ones that were worried sick; Sakura-san was in here every day just to see how you were." She finished with a small smile. "She left earlier today, saying that she'll walk with you to school tomorrow and back home."
Ah yes, Sakura, a young girl Shiro had met while walking home one day with Shinji Mauto, his 'friend' from school. When they had met, Shinji had explained that she was his younger sister and that she was shy. But from just the way the pretty purplette looked fearfully at Shinji, had made Shiro extremely suspicious, thanks to the influence of Yuki. From then on he had made sure that to keep her company to and from middle school. When he began to do so, she began to smile a lot more, and just the way she smiled when he spoke to her had made him feel happy. He also was teaching her how to cook, and she was pretty quick on the uptake thanks to help from Yuki. For some weird reason, Yuki-nee always smiled when the two were together, and constantly teased the two of them. Sakura would blush a shade of red that went well with her hair, while Shiro would just look confused and weirded out while being teased.
He heard Taiga give a cough, breaking him out of his recollection, and when he turned his gaze towards her, she had a smile that said she knew something obvious. But when he looked at her confusedly, Taiga just rolled her eyes and laughed. Then they heard a cry of "Dinner's ready!" from Yuki down the hall in the kitchen.
"Come on, let's head down to eat some of Yuki-san's divine cooking!" exclaimed Taiga suddenly, grabbing Shiro's arm and pulling him along like a ragdoll. Moments later the sound of an argument and the sound of a frying pan hitting someone on the head could be heard.
Two hours later…
Taiga had left about an hour ago, while rubbing her head were the frying pan had hit her, but thanking them for the meal all the same before leaving. As Shiro was just getting finishing the dishes, he heard the sound of Yuki's phone going off. As he got out of the kitchen and into the living room. He heard Yuki say, "…fine how long? Ok I'll let him know." It was then from the corner of his eye he noticed Yuki's sad gaze which was aimed at him.
"What's wrong Yuki-nee?" he questioned her apprehensively. The last time she had that gaze, she had been gone for 2 of the last five years!
She sighed and smiled bitterly as she shook her head, "I guess I can't hide it from you Shiro. You're just too perceptive to people either when they're sad or they have a problem that they need help with."
"Had a lot of help from you in regards to that." He replied.
"Yes you truly did. But the truth is that I'll be gone for five years, on a business trip Shiro" she sighed, "And I don't know if I'll be coming back alive from this round."
Shiro was staring at her with a look of shock. Finally, he said with a quiver in his voice, "Why not?"
"Shiro, I'm a Magus." She answered, "And what I'm about to tell you must never leave…."
"I'm a magus too, Yuki-nee" interrupted Shiro. "So was dad before he died."
Yuki just stared at Shiro in shock with an open mouth for a moment, and then realizing how she looked, shut just as quickly as it had fallen. She knew that Kiritsugu was a Magus, but to think Shiro was one as well…
"….."
"….."
"Tell me Shiro what is your dream?" Yuki said, finally breaking the silence.
"To be an ally of justice," Was the quick response, "I want to be someone who can save everyone."
A pause then a deep sigh. Yuki looked as though she were steeling herself for something, and then…
"Shiro no matter how hard you try," she responded "you won't be able to save everyone."
"But…"
"No listen to me, there are some people so vile and cruel, that only death can save them. I know it's not ideal, but that's the way the world truly is." She interrupted, "And then there's yourself Shiro. My concern is that eventually you'll make a mistake, and end up a broken man!" she shouted at as tears threatened to spill from her eyes.
"But even if you don't, you'll just end up going down a lonely and senseless path. I never want to see that happen to you, ok?!" Now she was crying now, crying because she thought she couldn't save one of her most precious people in the world from himself and the path he was choosing to pursue. And she was afraid… afraid that if she died she would leave him alone in the world and broken hearted as well.
Shiro was about to retort, when he heard a voice whisper in his ear saying, "The grimoire, ask her about the grimoire that she has. The one known as the Draconomicon."
Confused but seeking to stop Yuki from crying, he complied to wishes of the voice, which was very familiar….as was the name of the grimoire itself. When Shiro mentioned the name of it, he had an immediate response from her. She sat bolt upright, her eyes wide, and gazing at Shiro with a look of fear mixed with hope on her face.
"How did you know that I have a grimoire? Least of all the name of it?" she asked warily. As Shiro opened his mouth to speak, she stopped him before he could begin. "Never mind, that's not important."
She got up and walked to her room, which was a few rooms down the hall. A few minutes later she was back, carrying a grimoire that looked ancient at first glance, but as he looked closer the pages were still looked brand new. The first thing that one would notice about it was the lock and chain around it, the second was the feeling it gave off, as if it was watching you.
"This grimoire has been passed down in my family for centuries, Shiro. It was given to my ancestor, a man known as Meteor, by his sister, who had just lost her lover and husband after a battle they had against a formidable foe." Yuki explained, handing the it to him. "The grimoire belonged to his fallen friend, who he viewed like the brother he had never had, and as he traveled, he re-forged it many times until he could improve it no more. The lock will, according to Meteor, only open to one who is worthy, or a reincarnation of his brother in arms."
Once Shiro got a firm grip upon the grimoire, there was a resounding click, and the lock opened. Shiro looked up at Yuki, startled, and saw that she was smiling with happiness. But a sudden yawn escaped her, ruining the moment and telling them it was time to sleep. Another yawn, this one from Shiro, and he grinned sheepishly, before he started laughing quietly.
"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. Come on I'll explain it later." she yawned again… and walked straight into the wall and fell down on the floor, clutching her head.
"Itai!"
Shiro burst out laughing. Then he went and helped her up like the gentleman he was.
The day of Yuki's departure…
Shiro sighed, as he watched the airplane that had Yuki-nee on board, take off. Soon he and Fuji-nee were getting in the car, driving back to Fuyuki city.
He and Yuki-nee had spent most of the remaining time together training him, using both the grimoire and the spells that came with it, as well as his skills in Reinforcement and Projection. When he told her how he had been practicing his Magecraft she went on a rant. After she ranted about how bad Kiritsugu-baka was at teaching, she then explained the proper way to use his magic circuits. He laughed as he remembered Yuki-nee's dumbfounded expression when he had told her that he had discovered that his origin was Sword, the same as his element. She had, after getting over her shock, double checked for him, and discovered a hidden origin and element that were locked away by, as she explained with a serious expression, an extremely powerful divine being.
Not everything they did was successful however. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't cast any of the three summoning spells from the grimoire's repertoire. He also had a problem with the normal spells, as they kept blowing up in his face. It was a wonder no one had reported any of the explosions to the police.
A few days after all those discoveries, explanations, and mysteries, it was time for Yuki to depart for her 'business' trip. Sakura had seen all three of them off at the estate. Taiga was driving, as Yuki for all her skill in things, was a far worse driver than her.
She admitted to herself as she got into car saying, "These Root-damned contraptions hate me. The last time I drove one, it ended up leaving me behind with the steering wheel! I was in the driveway thankfully that time. I still can't wrap my head around that one though."
They had settled into silence after laughing and joking about halfway to the airport. Very quickly, at least to Shiro, they were at the gate. Right after they had arrived at the gate, the call for boarding the plane was announced. Yuki-nee was headed to London, and more specifically, the Clock Tower. She had told him, that despite her business with them, that she hated them for their cold and indifferent attitude, and morally questionable experiments. She warned him never to approach them unless it was absolutely necessary.
"Shiro?" Came the voice of Taiga, breaking him out of his reverie. "We're here." She was turned around in her seat, looking at him with a sad expression herself. No matter how many fights she and Yuki had gotten into, she considered Yuki a very close friend.
"Thanks for the help Fuji-nee" he said.
"Anytime Shiro, anytime."
'It'll be another five years before she comes home,' Shiro thought, as he got out of the car, and bid her a nice night. He watched as she drove away to her house, before approaching the front door of the estate. 'Better make the most of it.'
AN: So how was it? Did you like it? Hate it? If anyone is interested, I am open to suggestions and constructive criticism so please leave those kinds of reviews, flaming reviews will be turned away at the door. PM if you have info that you think I could use, as I'm not well informed on certain things in the Nasuverse and its lore. Well everyone until next time!
JA NE!
