Shirou Emiya

Class Designation - Ranger

Skills

Riding – A+

Independent Action – A+

Magic resistance – A

Base Parameters

Strength – B+++

Endurance – A++

Agility – B+++

Mana – C

Luck – B+

Personal Skills

Bravery - A+

Clairvoyance – B

Eternal Arms Master – A+

Knowledge of Respect and Harmony – B

Projectile – A

Protection from Projectile – A

Noble Phantasms

Unlimited Blade Works Plus – Anti-World-C-A+++

Salvitore Mundi: Hopes of Gaia – Anti-Army-A+

Bahamut: Primal Lord of Dragons – Riding Mount/Familiar

Equipment

Phantom Armory – C+

Ring of Bonds – C-B++

Mirage Shroud – C++

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Upon an endless field of grass, and beneath the azure ceiling of the sky lay four individuals finally at rest after so long. The male at the center of the resting souls had a hair of red and sharp brown eyes closed in contentment. He wore pure white garments with blue outlines that glowed dull, and white tassets that were covering the back of his legs. Beneath that he wore a black with dull grey outlines that was armored and padded lightly, and padded black pants. However, the smile he wore attracted far more than his strange garb.

To his left, his arm wrapped around her waist, lay a woman wearing fine red garments, most defiantly expensive looking, but still tasteful. Her dark hair in contrast to her aqua colored eyes. With a smile she snuggled closer to her man's shoulder, nuzzling filled with love.

To the man's right arm lay a woman garbed in a dress of white and blue. Her golden hair, often folded into bun, was casually spread beneath her. Her eyes staring into the ocean in the sky and her smile eternally shining as her hands grabbed tightly on the man's arm.

And lastly, was a woman delicately dressed in a white dress with black leg long skirt. She rested on top of the man's body and was the only one asleep. Her purple her moved gently with the summer breeze and her purple eyes closed and moved, they being the only clue that she was dreaming.

The song of the gentle wind was all was heard until the man began to hear a faint noise, sort of like a pulse… no a heartbeat. His eyes widened as he began to shift his body. He needed to get up. The pulse began to get louder.

As he began to shift the ladies around him noticed his movement.

"Shirou? Is something the matter?" asked the girl with purple hair asked. The man, now known as Shirou, woke her up. She looked at him inquisitively purple eyes wide with concern.

"Sakura." He began; he never liked having another person, and especially those he cared about, worrying for him. "I think I'm being summoned again."

"What!" the girl with dark hair and a red dressed started with a surprise tone. "What the hell do you mean, "Summoned again". You can't be summoned again. You ended the Grail Legacy and returned the Heaven's Feel back to Akasha!"

"Rin, I know you are right, remember I bound myself to Akasha. The contract we made is absolute. So long as the she is in peril I must answer the call, and call usually means being "summoned".

Rin was obviously upset. She did not like the thought of Shirou leaving them again. "So it doesn't matter that you destroyed the Grail in the Eighth Grail War, or that you eradicated the remains of the Darkness in the Ninth!"

"That is enough Rin. In order for the Shirou to obtain the rewards he now receives a cost must be paid. His service in exchange for our happiness, personally, I believe it was a foolish choice to bind you to the World Shirou. But, there is honor and duty in such a role." It was the gold haired woman who rebuked Rin. Her face hard, but her eyes knew respect and sadness at the same time. Even she did not wish for man to leave.

"You're just happy that Shirou restored your Knights of the Round Table and your followers, Saber. Still I suppose your right, it's not as if we can stop this from happening." Rin relented to Saber's, Artruria Pendragon being her real identity, logic. Being summoned was something they could not stop, and Shirou did allow the four of them to be together as long as he continued to serve. If Shirou hadn't invoked Akasha then over six billion souls would have been fed into the Grail, Rin would have been dead, Sakura would have been a Dead Apostle and Shirou and Saber would never be able to reunite. So frankly, a few decades without their Shirou were a small price to pay for saving the world and having eternity with each other. But she still didn't like it, even with Saber's Knights to contend with, a perverted Merlin as her teacher and the comforts of two other woman were somewhat boring sometimes, and there were some things that a man could do that a woman can't do and Rin would have Shirou be the only man near her.

"So you really have to go Shirou?" Sakura asked in timid voice. They were all standing now. Their paradise halted, their eternity cut short. "If you have to go remember the promise you made. Don't stop living here, in the past, and forget about the present." Her voice soft, but her words, which carried her conviction, was hard. Her gaze never wavered as she locked eyes with Shirou.

Shirou on the other hand blushed rather brightly. Ever since his return from the eighth Grail War the three of them pressured him to… well "Live in the present". He was rather uncomfortable with that thought, but he brushed it aside for now. "I promise to take that into consideration Sakura." The look her received from the rest of his women immediately had him on alert. "Don't give me that look, chances are I'll be too busy fighting to even consider" he stuttered as the thought once again crossed his mind "what you are proposing I should do."

"Regardless Shirou, your time with us is nearly done. I do not believe arguing this detail is what you want to do." Bless Saber, Shirou thought. She was always the most sensible one. "You're right as always Saber" Shirou agreed heartily.

Shirou turned to Sakura Matou, and with both of his hands gently cupped her face. He stared into her eyes with longing before slowly closing the distance of their lips. Sakura was a gentle woman and a gentle lover, it only a sound reason that a gentle kiss was best suited for her. Shirou projected all his life, his love, and protection into that kiss and when it was done he smiled at Sakura. "I will always love you my Sakura". Sakura did not glance at him, instead she buried her face in his chest to hide the tears, her words were not needed, and he already knew her feelings.

When they separated he walked over to Saber and put both hands at her waist, she in turn had her left hand on his back and her right brushed his cheek affectionately. A moment later she kissed full on the lips with all the confidence and aggression of a King and all the passion of a blushing bride. "I will always love you my Artruria." Her smile never reached his eyes, as she hid them in his neck. King she may be, but for the moment she was a woman readying herself to separate from her love.

Finally, Shirou approached Rin. As he neared she scoffed at his approach and turned her head. Shirou could not help but smile, she was always like this. Fortunately, he knew exactly how to fix her. He come upon her suddenly, wrapped hi left arm around the entirety of her body and held it firmly against his own body. This way she could not move her arms, with his right hand he grabbed the ends of her hair tightly, she could not feel his hand that far away from her head, and gently pulled so that her face angled up to face his own. At this point as they both gazed at each other's eyes Rin was already panting heavily and her cheeks were red. Shirou opened his mouth and extended his tongue slightly out of his mouth, Rin followed suit after a moment. Their kiss was forceful, noisy, if a bit violent. Shirou's passion, strength and dominance used as he fought Rin's tongue, a battle he won actually. "I will always love you Rin". At this proclamation Ring set her forehead on his chest. "Idiot, Idiot, Idiot".

He let got of her and backed away from all three of his loves. He smiled at each of them, and they reciprocated that action. A gently waved at them and they returned it. As a white light began to enveloped him, he vowed to himself to return to Avalon, once more to be in the arms of the women he loved.