Chapter 1: Behind the Stage
Five spectral figures surrounded a middle aged man with platinum blond hair. His amber eyes glistened from the swinging lamp above him and his dark trench coat seemed to seep out into the bleak surroundings. He stood upright in his chair, sadly rubbing his eyes. There was one from that hellish crowd who lead the rest while his eyes glowed gold amidst the darkness. An iodine smell filled the air as that king brushed the ebony table.
"Shiro, before we send you out onto another assignment, we will grant one plausible wish."
The council stirred at their king's words for this was still the first time something like this had ever happened. Shiro looked up and the light bounced off of his sunglasses, obscuring his eyes.
"Why? Tristan, who grants you the power to do so?" asked Shiro.
Tristan heartily laughed and responded, "Who? Am I not the Association's high councilman?"
Shiro remained silent as the rest of the council stared at Tristan, then focused on Shiro once more. Shiro was absolutely lost. It was almost as if his attempts in the past proved to be fruitful instead of
pointless. Though he wished he could believe in Tristan's words, he knew of the Association's past and the curtains they worked behind.
Another council member cleared her throat and softly explained, "Shiro, don't take this as a gift of kindness. You of all people should know that we do not hand out aid, but we thought you deserved it."
"What? For winning the last War?" Shiro scoffed, "It's been twenty five years Linda. Twenty five years! And now you people grant me a wish?" He jumped up and pointed his finger at the council as he continued to argue.
Linda tried to calm Shiro down, but he would not listen to any reason Linda had to offer. It was not until Tristan shouted, "Silence!" Shiro backed down and sat in his seat.
Tristan continued, "What difference does it make? You know we can only grant you the wish you seek during this time. Why else do you think we waited. Shiro, you've been a Reahems for twenty two years. I've been with you ever since you first entered these hallowed halls. Don't you think I would know what you want?"
Shiro knew he was beaten down. Logic prevailed and Tristan was the one grasping that banner in his hand.
"Tristan, you know what I want right?" sighed Shiro.
"Yes. It has not changed, has it?" responded Tristan.
"No."
"Then Shiro Emiya, state thy wish formally before the council."
Tristan nodded as Shiro's eyes began to water. The thing he longed for, the thing he wanted after twenty five years could finally come.
"I, Shiro Emiya, wish that…"
A loud buzzing sound interrupted their entire conversation, but none of the people inside that room could hear what was going on. That buzzing existed entirely on another realm, somewhere far away from those people. As the buzzing continued, Shiro's mouth moved to express his wish before wiping his tears away.
A young seventeen year old boy tossed around in his bed for a couple of seconds. The fan blade constantly spun around, blowing a cool breeze down. This boy kicked the bed's white satin sheets onto the hardwood floor. He coughed a couple times before rising groggily. His eyes were the last part of him that moved. He searched desperately for the source of that annoying buzzing sound. His eyes searched over a richly ornamented night stand where the boy slammed the snooze button on a pewter alarm clock. He mumbled a couple incomprehensible words before collapsing onto the bed. He buried his head deeper into the goose feather pillows and displayed his glories for the entire world. A few seconds later, a familiar, nagging voice called out to him, echoing throughout the hallways, all the way to his room.
"Kamatari, are you ready? You have to go to school."
Kamatari groaned and tried to pretend that he did not hear that. Unfortunately, the alarm clock also went off at the same time, further hindering his attempts to sleep later. The alarm clock screamed at him as the miniature metal mallet slammed the silver bell repeatedly. Kamatari attempted to drown the sound by piling pillows over him, but they proved useless. That damned sound pierced the fluffy pillow. He gruffly raised his hand in the general direction of the clock and frowned. The palm of his hand was directly aimed at the antique looking clock.
As he muttered, "Funken- (Sparks)" a light blue light began to grow from the center of his hand. His entire hand began to shine blue as an aura of small sparks shot out every so often. The static electricity increasingly grew until Kamatari muttered a few more words.
"Fliege heraus. (Fly out)"
At that moment the aura condensed into one single ball of electrical energy before shooting forth at the clock. With a loud crack, the clock was blasted into pieces while the main carcass of the clock continued to fly back due to the force of the blast. The face of the clock was completely warped as the place where the twelve should have been, was replaced by a lowercase h. The dead clock cut through the light, plaster covered wall on the far right of the room. This was followed by a loud pop sound that caused the clock to burst into flames. Gears and other parts flew out in all directions. It was not too soon after that his door flew open and at the doorway stood an angry Rin Tosaka. At the ripe age of thirty six, her crystal blue eyes seemed to pierce everything. Those eyes that conveyed the sense of absolute wisdom, but did not deliver it. Her black hair flowed down to her shoulders; just overlapping the collar on her business suit.
An angry Rin shouted, "Kamatari! That's the third one this month! If I have to buy another one-"
Kamatari lazily opened one eye and responded, "Then don't buy me any more."
Rin's eye twitched and she tried to hold herself back from hitting her son.
"Then you won't wake up!"
Kamatari dazedly popped up and made a tapping motion in the air with his hand, smiling, "Exactly." Afterwards, he collapsed once more into his soft bed, pretending as if he had never awakened. Rin thought he was kidding until she heard Kamatari began to snore. Rin gritted her teeth and frowned. She marched right up to the side of Kamatari's bed and rapped him on the head. Kamatari jumped up screaming before reeling into the fetal position.
"God! Mom, you're suppose to shower me with love, not punches!"
Rin became frustrated and forced Kamatari into a headlock. "You insolent kid! Don't talk to your mother that way! I never raised you to be like Shir-" Rin stopped herself before she continued. She loosened her grip on her son and calmed down. Kamatari realized that Rin had said the name of the person in his dream.
"Mom, can you finish that name?"
Rin was in a daze as she murmured, "Shiro, Shiro Emiya."
"Shi-ru?"
"Shi-ro. Now get dressed and come down for breakfast."
Kamatari was not sure whether he should tell his mother what he saw in his dreams. It looked like Rin was suffering from something because of this man. He was not even entirely sure that this was the same man that she told him. There were tons of people with similar names right? He lazily arose from his bed and began to dress. He looked at the large mirror that had been mounted upon the wall ever since the house was first built. He looked at himself, got ready, and began the long walk to the breakfast room.
It was several years ago that Rin Tohsaka was promoted to Colonel. Ever since that time, Rin Tohsaka had to operate at the Magi Association more often. Even so, it was because of her industriousness and a few investment maneuvers that allowed to have access to a large amount of wealth. That and the money that her father left behind. As a result, she had renovated the old house she lived in into a much larger and more ornament mansion.
Kamatari entered the great hall, the central hub for everything else. It was in this large and open space that all the sections, service areas, and other divisions were attached to. Then there was a large, elegant staircase that spiraled up into the next rows of rooms. Kamatari sighed as he looked down. His sneakers squeaked as he continued to march forward.
Once he opened the door, there was a large meal set out for him, but again, in the Tohsaka residence, this was a normal day. Kamatari slumped down into one of the engraved, wooden chairs that surrounded the breakfast table. He stared at the vast array of food stuffs. Rin sat on the other end of the table, sipping on a cup of coffee while reading the newspaper.
"Mom?"
Rin lowered the newspaper and looked at Kamatari intently with her crystal blue eyes.
"What is it?"
"Who's Shiro?"
Rin paused before trying to avoid the question by asking, "Why do you want to know?"
Kamatari did not want to reveal what he had a dream about Shiro. Kamatari, using what Rin said earlier, responded, "You said that I resembled him. Who is he?"
Rin sighed. She let her guard down and now had to reveal another hint of what was in store for the future. Shiro and Rin were not exactly in good terms. There were thing about Shiro that had changed him for the worse. Every day, Shiro became more like Archer. Archer was Rin's Servant during the previous War, but she could prevent his eventual demise. Moreover, Rin wished that there would not be a War for a long time, at least beyond her time on the earth. There were things afoot that even Rin with all of her clairvoyant knowledge would never know.
Rin quickly responded, "He's just an old friend."
A maid walked up and tapped Rin's shoulder. The maid told Rin the time and handed her a packed up suitcase. Just as she was throwing her jacket around her, she said, "Kamatari, I'll be gone on business for a couple of weeks."
Sheepishly, Kamatari responded, "Okay."
Rin continued, "And I don't want to hear about another clock blowing up. I don't care how cheap they are, you need to learn some responsibility."
"Okay, okay."
"And no tricks."
By saying this, Rin meant the art that the two of them practiced, magic. Even with wealth, Rin could not find the necessary number of people to run her estate who were also well versed in magic. Because of the laws, Rin could not hope to explain to each one of her maids and servants that magic actually existed. If that were the case, she would have no option, but to ensure that the information does not get passed. Even if that meant murdering the lot of them.
Rin walked outside and stood at the stone stairway. She remembered how it looked a long time ago, before she made rapid changes to the entire architecture of the estate. She glided her hand on one of the stone pillars holding up a tall, handsome porch and gripped an iron rail guard. She calmly walked down, closing her eyes as the click from her high heels knocked on the stone. She walked to the gravel portion of the driveway and took a deep breath, she admired the variety of color her flowers had in the front yard. An old man stood ready, wearing a black suit and a driver's hat. As she came closer, he opened the door to her limo, the soft leather of the car seat glistened in the morning sun. She entered the limo and the driver close the door for her. She gazed out the window and thought to herself, "Shiro, I hope for Kamatari's sake you don't come back."
--- Hey all. I'm sorry for reloading, but I need to start everything over again.