Child here, this is a story that I've been wanting to do for a while (since before I got an account) and I've spent so much time thinking of it that I finally got off the couch and wrote this story. This story will become also have romance in its category in due time, it'll be for Shirou and one of the three heroines. Hmmm, can you guess *says with a smile*.

The T for the rating is for the future Holy Grail battles

Disclaimer: I do not own Fate/Stay Night or its characters, they belong to Type-Moon

A little girl with white hair and red eyes is playing in a snowy field. Near here are six men dressed in black and white suits, armed with machine guns, pistols, and shotguns. The men are in a loose circle looking away from the girl, as they're her guards looking out for any potential dangers. However they are not doing this because they care for the girl herself, no they're guarding her as the purpose her family gave her is too important to let the girl go and wander off, get kidnapped, or killed.

The white-haired girl's name is Illyasviel von Einzbern. Illya knows the guards' motives but doesn't care; all she wants to do is use what little free time her family gives her and play in the snow. Though she doesn't play as heartily as she had done before as that was when her tou-san and kaa-san was with her. Now her mommy is dead and she has no idea where her daddy is either, so she's all alone. Her grandpa won't play with her and neither does the rest of her family. They don't even acknowledge her as a little child that needs to played with and cared for, she's only seen as their instrument to get their greatest wish, a sacrifice that needs to be groomed to become a proper stepping stone.

The red-eyed girl made snow angels and several snowmen, though two of them look to be a mother and father. She was just finish making a girl snowman for the two snowy parents when one of her guards twitched and fell down shortly after. The others saw this and one of them went to check on the guard that fell while the others went into high alert on a possible hostile. Such actions were all for naught as one man twitched and all the other men twitched shortly after and like dominoes, they fell.

The little girl just finished making the smile on her snowman when she saw her guards lying down on the floor. Her first thought were that they were taking a nap, however she soon dismissed that idea as they always said that she is very important, so why would they slack off on their jobs, even when it is unlikely that intruders would appear. A thought slowly crept into her head and she became frightened 'are they dead'. Now the thought that they died didn't scare her, no it was what the lack of protection meant, was she going to be kidnapped, forced to live in a horrible and hellish manner… or was she going to die?

The very thought frightened her. Even though she wanted to see her mother again, she didn't want to die. She didn't want her life to end; she didn't want it to end when she's barely lived her life.

A figure appears in her field of vision and advances towards her. Scared, she takes a step back with her hands in front of her chest. With every step the figure takes, she takes a step back, though with her small legs, she doesn't move as far as the stranger does. Her heart hammers in her chest as the one who now holds her future appearance starts to become noticeable.

The first thing she noticed is the cold golden eyes. Next she notices the red hair and that the stranger is a boy that looks to be two years older than her. The red-haired boy is wearing a heavy and well insulated coat with a strap around it, holding an assault rifle. He is wearing combat pants with boots. One of the boots had a knife strapped to it. In his hands is a gun.

Seeing it, the Illya starts to run. She didn't get far though as the boy is faster than her. When he caught her, the frightened child closed her eyes and tries to hit her captor with her small hands and with kicks to his shins. However the red-haired boy didn't move, though had the snow-haired girl opened her eyes, she would've seen that the boy's eyes were no longer cold, instead they held a warmth and kindness in them. A couple of minutes later the boy saw that the younger girl wasn't going to stop her assault on him anytime soon, so he decided to take matters into his own hands.

"Why doesn't he let go! How come he doesn't seem to be hurt." The scared child thought frantically. A few seconds after she finished that thought, she felt her arm free of the amber-eyed boy's grasp. She felt joyous that she might get away when a pair of arms wrapped around her, hugging her.

'Huh' Illya still felt scared and tried to escape from the boy's clutches. But after a while, she notices a certain gentleness and warmth coming from the hug that she is in. This caused the Illya to become confused as she's never been hugged by anyone except her parents and here was this boy, whom had slain her guards with a cold look in his eyes, hugging her with no malicious intents.

Slowly she opened her eyes and saw a pair of kind amber eyes looking back at her. Since she didn't feel that this person wanted to hurt her, a burning curiosity began to well up inside of her. Why was he hugging her and why did he kill her guards just to hug her, she opened her mouth to allow those thoughts to be heard

"Why are you hugging me? Why did you kill my guards just to hug me?" Ilya questioned with big red-eyes that held a slight tension in them.

The boy hearing this replied with a gentle and quiet voice

"I'm hugging you because you are someone special to me. Though I didn't kill those six men lying in the snow, I put them to sleep."

"How?"

"With this" The boy said while showing her the pistol in his hand that she saw earlier.

"Then if you made them sleep with just that, why do you have the big gun"

Looking behind himself he saw the assault rifle and said "Oh this, this is just in case something went wrong and I needed to fight off a lot of people"

"Making them go to sleep as well?"

"Erm, not exactly the kind of sleep that you wake up from, but in a sense yeah." The red-haired boy said, not sure if the little girl knew of Death.

Silence followed that last statement.

The boy started to fidget a little while hugging Ilya as he was starting to get anxious as Ilya is meant to return to the white castle that belongs to the Einzberns in a while.

Illyasviel was thinking about who this older boy is, while she was starting to enjoy the hug she is still in. Would the boy be able to come with her to the castle? No he wouldn't as he's assaulted several members of the Einzbern family just now. Once this day is over, would she see him again? She hoped so as he seems to make her feel safe and happy, just like her parents had made her feel before.

Wanting some answers to the questions that she made for herself, Ilya spoke

"Who are you?"

The amber-eyed child awoke from his thoughts and stopped fidgeting when he heard her speak.

"I'm Shirou"

He then lets go of her, faces away from her and walks towards the snowmen family he saw Illya make.

Illya didn't know that he was walking towards the wintery family and became sad and started to cry as she thought that the only other person to make her feel safe and secured besides her family was leaving her so soon. She stopped however when she saw him stop at her snowmen 'That's where he's going. Wait why is he approaching my snowmen family?'

Illya then saw Shirou make a snowman by the girl snowman and the daddy snowman members of the snowy family. His snowman is bigger than the snow girl, but smaller than the snow dad.

Standing next to the newly made snow boy, Shirou said

"I'm your brother."