Hi to all readers. I am Rockomaniac here. I really enjoyed watching the Fate/Stay night anime series, and now I would like a fanfic for it. Please review at the end and tell me if I should write a real fanfic instead of oneshots in this section.
It was a dark night. Emiya Shirou, participant of the 5th Holy Grail war, walked down the winding path that led to his home. After the 5th war, life seemed to pass in a haze. Day after day, his life went by without any meaning. He often spent time staring into the heavens above, and he rarely did anything anymore. His usual routine would consist of going to school, studying, working at his part-time job, and going back home to retire for the night. He hardly socialized anymore.
Not only did his friends notice it, everyone in Fuyuki high school did. The once friendly, approachable, diligent and helpful boy no longer existed. What was left, was an empty soul. Many tried to change him back, but none succeeded. Not even Sakura; not even Rin; not even his English teacher, Miss Fujimaru. What happened to him? The answer was simple. His heart was torn apart. The girl who he so much loved was gone, forever. Saber- gone forever.
Shirou breathed in the cool night air. He once more stared at the night sky, lit by the gentle moon, and hundreds of stars. He mourned for his loss. Even now, he could see her face, no, not see but imagine. She seemed so near, but yet so far. She felt so close, but she could not be reached. Shirou wished, very much, that the 5th war was still happening. Even though war was a suffering, she would still be there. He could see her face. He could hold her hand. He could feel her warmth, her burning passion for her country, and her fighting for him.
To him now, nothing mattered anymore. Absolutely nothing. All because his love was no more. Yet, deep down in his heart, he wished to be reunited with her. With Saber. In that sudden moment, he found a solution. A solution that would lead him to her. Shirou ran. He ran to a bridge. Not any bridge, but the once where he admitted to himself his love for Saber. He reached there. Shirou stared into the horizon and he looked down to the ocean before it. The ocean in front of him. The dejected Shirou decided. The depressed Shirou jumped. He would change his destiny, he would meet Saber again, even if it was to be in death. Shirou fell into the abyss. The abyss of death. Even then, he smiled to himself. He had no regrets.
Some say love is like a flowing stream.
If the source remains, it could last forever.
Yet if the source is gone, the river dries up.
Some say love is like a frying pan.
It could cook up a wonderful meal.
Yet it could burn its food.
In the end, what is love but a tragedy.
It might last forever.
But lasting it might seem, it is always torn apart.
Torn apart by the hands, the hands of fate.
Well, please review this little oneshot and tell me what you feel about it. Was it good? Or was it bad, and don't forget to tell me if you want me to write a real story on this section.
Signing off, Rockomaniac