Scold me if you want! xD I know its not a reasonable thing to strat another multi-chapter when the first one isn't even half done but this idea was running in the back of my mind since long..so here it is :D Its rated T for some reasons and I hope you'll enjoy it .I Got the idea for this fic with a dream...yeah..a kinda creepy and freaky dream but I was sad it ended xD Originally it wasn't the Fubuki but with -My *cough! Where were we? Yes..This Fic would never ever be on without the help of my friend the awesome super duper megafoxyhot Zonez Krypton!She helped me loads so thank you very much dearie!

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His eyes fluttered open after a lengthy yet restless sleep. He squinted into the darkness as he tried to figure out whether it was morning or night...But to no avail as he was a few meters underground. His back pained him as he had to sleep on a callused floor of a cave. The only hidden spot he could find in such a little time span. His thoughts immediately flickered to his friends. Were they fast enough? Did they found a safe place but more importantly, were the alive?

He leant on his elbow and rose up. The cave was pitched black but after long days spending it here, he could easily walk without banging his head on the rocks. His feet moved automatically as if a greater power was whispering to him where to go. He fell a few times earning him scalps on the palm of his hand but went on to finally ,after what it seemed to him to be hours of walk, reach the small entrance of the cave. His grey eyes which were not used to daylight after so many days spent underground were blinded. His painful eyelids blinked a few times until he could keep them open without tears flowing onto his pale cheeks. He stepped out finally from his hidden place and his immediate instinct was to inhale deeply. The air was pure unlike the one he breathed back in the cave which was dusty and warm.

Shirou sat on a green mossed-covered rock holding his side, slightly breathless. He grimaced at the thought of all the miles he had to walk more before reaching the nearest town. An objective set upon him, he started moving head down, every muscles and joints burning in pain. A tiny pearl of sweat appeared at the corner of his lips but yet he smiled at the feeling of the scorching yet pleasant heat emitted from the sun.

The more he walked towards civilization, the more he was close to a break down. Above the town, a mass of dark grey clouds were converging preventing sunrays to lighten the devastated town. The concrete buildings collapsed on the floor leaving millions of scattered debris, fissures on the asphalted concreted engulfed dozens of cars but the scariest thing which sent tremors to his hand was the fact that there was not a single person. Effectively, not even a sound could be heard and Shirou felt as if he was travelling through a Ghost City in a horror movie.

He was trotting in the middle of the destroyed road, an unbearable pain in his stomach.

"I'm dreaming" he whispered with a dry voice he wasn't familiar with.

But then the devastated expression he was wearing was soon changed into a euphoric one as he swore he perceived through the thin mist a moving body. The excitation gave him the force to gather all the energy he had left to run - to run all his might.

"Hey! You! Stop!" Fubuki yelled and smiled in relieve as the body turned around.

A bald, middle aged man swirled around and was face to face with the euphoric man.

"Hey, what happ-" he started to query but soon couldn't finish his words as he was tackled to the ground but the older man. The latter's hands were closing themselves on Shirou's neck who was struggling out of his iron grasp. He stared into the eyes injected of blood begging.

As improbable as it might sound, the man had even less energy than Shirou and rolled lifelessly on the road when the young man knocked him off.

Holding his stomach, he stared sadly at the corpse asking himself why he tried to kill him. There were brothers, survivors of the same race yet he could steal his life without any remorse or regret. Was he even human?

His head was pounding heavily. There were not a single light thought or memory left to him. There was no water to quench his thirst. There wasn't a single thing or someone that was worth living for. In a dark and twisted part of his mind, he wished he could end life right now. It was better to stop breathing than to keep living in a world as horrific as this.

Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat as he ears perceived a whimper. The cry was so low that it soon vanished in the rain but netherveless, Shirou felt something rekindling in his stomach.

Hope

He ran, following the soft moans and reached a dark, uninviting alley. A little boy was sitting in the shadow crying, his head hidden in-between his two legs. As the child heard the sound of Shirou's feet on the gravel, his head shot up and his brittle-like arm was extended. His small fingers were enclosing a dagger which he pointed fearfully towards Shirou.

"Don't come!" he whisper-yelled with some ferocity but his voice broke at the last words.

"I don't want to hurt you!"Shirou tried to explain, raising his two palms in the air. He took one small step in front and frowned as the little boy warned him again.

"I said DON'T APPROACH" he shrieked. His body was shaking uncontrollably and fear was clearly visible in his eyes.

"I promise I'm not here to hurt you" the man repeated as he knelt on the ground. He cupped the cheek of the reluctant child and gazed directly at his shrieking blue eyes. Fubuki's own eyes widened as without warning, the little boy wrapped his hands around the man's torso who instinctively held him closer to his chest. The boy broke into uncontrollable sobs but Shirou did not try to hush him hopping that the little boy's worries and fears would flew down and away like his tears. The man traced lines with his fingers on the hair of the little boy. They were dark brown, almost the color of coffee and for a silly reason he urged to drink an espresso as he used to do like every morning. How could he think of something as absurd as that in such time of grieve?

There they were, two strangers solacing each other as if they knew each other since forever. They lost track of time and Fubuki did not know how much minutes he spent rocking the little boy. He thought he felt asleep but was surprised as he spoke up.

"What is your name?" he queried with a dry voice for crying so much.

"Call me Shirou" he chuckled at the thought of shrugging off etiquettes and norms but well it was the end of humanity so who really bothered about those?

"Mine is Micheo" the little boy added even though he wasn't even asked to..

"Then Micheo, let's go find somewhere else to spend the night" Shirou smiled to him while trying to help him up but the said Micheo's feet were anchored to the soil.

"No, we can't" he said firmly.

"Why?"

"We need to wait for my sister. She went to search of food...Do you think she'll come back? Do you think she's still alive?" he asked a little hesitant.

"I'm sure your sister is a very strong person. She'll come back in no time" Shirou assured while stroking his head.

"And you? Will you leave?"

"I'll stay by your side till the very end"

2nd Chapie coming soon! Well...now for the important part..I need YOU guys to tell me which IE characters (not OC's ) you want as a survivor of the disastor . Just tell me the name and why you want him/her and I might add him/her in the following chapters :D

Hope you liked it! Have a nice day/Sweet dream