I do not own Fate/Stay Night if I did it would just have to many scenes of Unlimited Blade Works and Archer Caladbolging everything.

Fire that was all he knew. Not that it was only thing that this young seven year old boy had experienced but it was the only thing that he remembered. For these fire burnt everything.

As he struggled through the fires cursed from all the worlds' evil he refused to give up, even though he lost the ability to consciously decide to try and survive in the first place. The only thing keeping him going was just a single desire, one shared by everything in existence the desire to live.

So to live his body sacrificed things. One by one the parts of him that made him human slowly burnt away, all his memories and emotions were quickly gone he was a blank slate.

The boy finally collapsed in the burning rubble, since he had nothing left to give up to the fire but his already burnt and damaged body.

He lied in the midst of that horror as he stared at the sky, black from the smoke and tried to reach up with the that single desire so deeply integrated into his very being when he felt something grab onto his hand.

His eyes moved to what grabbed him and he saw a man. A scruffy man with dark black hair, wearing a trench coat seared from the fire but not as burnt as it probably should be. But that was not what was strange about him what was, was the tears flooding from his eyes at the scene of him just there still alive in this hell.

When seeing this the boy could not understand what was happening until a sudden beautiful flash of golden light appeared and disappeared into his body.

Something changed within him.

The blank slate that he had become suddenly became full. A realisation hit him he was no longer human, no it was more like he never was but just didn't realise until that golden light went into him. He may have still looked human one and acted like one but he knew what he truly was he was a

SWORD

'Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep'

He slowly opened his and took in what was around him, a clean white room with lots of different machines. Must be a hospital he thought.

Not knowing how he got here he recalled his last memories back in the fire.

A burning pain suddenly struck his body after his realisation.

This burning feeling was different to how the fire had burnt this feeling was as though his soul was heating up to melt his organs and boil his blood. A light blue glowing pattern tracing his nerves unbeknown to him appeared on his body and surprised his saviour.

But in the middle of that pain another change happened.

His body once one of flesh and blood changed to steel and fire. And he did not mean metaphorically, if at that moment one was to look under his skin most would be scared and in disbelief for his body was truly made from metal.

Each organ even his heart was formed from a jagged mess of blades, his bone no longer white and made from calcium but a dull grey of steel even his muscles were formed from a tightly interlocking mesh of blades. And the liquid flowing through his veins though still red could not be further from blood it was hot, hotter than anything that should touch a body but he was made of steel so it made no difference.

But what was truly scary was that his body worked his metal heart pumped the boiling blood around his body and if could move in this situation he would as if his body was still made of flesh.

The previous burning was still there but with his body now like this he could barely tell he then passed out.

"Od depletion" the scruffy man muttered unaware of what just happened within the child he just saved body. As it returned to one of flesh without the od needed to sustain it.

As the boy mused over his last memories and the ecstatic feeling of changing his body into a blade a man walked in a doctor probably from the white coat he was wearing.

"Hello young man" the doctor looked at him with a friendly smile. "How are you?"

"Fine" was his reply in a voice devoid of any true emotion.

"Uhhh whats your name" the doctor asked slightly taken back by emotionless voice of such a young child.

"….. Shirou" came in the same tone as before.

"Just Shirou no last name" the doctor asked still taken back by the tone he was being spoken to with. At this Shirou just shook his head. "Do you remember anything else?"

"The fire" was all he said at this point the doctor left the room knowing that he had amnesia from the traumatic experience and would probably never remember his past.

Alone again Shirou once again pondered how to change his body into blades, he remembers the sensation and can feel the power he needed to do it but just can't access it.

A few hours later while Shirou was still in the hospital the scruffy man that saved him appeared and sat in a chair next to his bed.

A few minutes of comfortable silence passed when the man spoke up. "The doctors are going to let you out of here soon and you have two choices. Go to some orphanage somewhere with others or come with me some man you have never met before. What do you chose?"

"You" was the only thing that left his mouth he felt something good about this man and if he goes with him he will once again be able to turn into metal.

The man smiled at Shirou and said, "Ok my names Kiritsugu Emiya and there is one thing I should tell you I am a magus."

At this Shirou nodded as though there was not anything strange at what the man said to him.

Thank you for reading this is the first chapter of my new Fic. I decided to start this after reading like 50 fate/stay night fics and loving them. I took inspiration from lots of the fics I've read and I don't think that I have copied anyone too closely to count as plagiarism. So please follow and favourite if you like and leave reviews to help me become a better writer but please don't be mean. If I get positive responses I will probably update often because I am currently on Easter break.