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His throat felt dry and breathing felt like swallowing metal. Six billion voices told him to abandon his ideals and KILL.

Shut up.

The curses pounded within ******, attempting to taint his body, make it a vessel for the Evil that was about to be born. Every atrocity, every act of sin created by man since their creation, surged within him. But they were contained by a Mind of Steel, the world of Unlimited Swords retaliating furiously. The blackened grail loomed overhead, the abomination within straining to be born into the world that condemned its very existence.

Sword struggled with Curse for domination within his soul. The war between the disparate concepts within him made itself known on his body. Flesh flowed into steel and back. A torrent of obsidian blades burst out, pulsing with toxic prana, only to retract a moment later. He was haemorrhaging memories, his own name slipping from his grasp. Yet, part of a half-remembered conversation flashed in his mind.

"That thing wrapped around your arm is the Shroud of Martin. It will protect you from that curse-" At this, the man in red's voice sharpens. "-until you take it off. The curse will consume you. Even if your mind and body withstands it and controls it, your naive ideal will eventually be twisted along with your soul."

But none of that mattered right now. Nothing mattered except destroying the thing before him.

"mY bOdY Is MadE oF SwORds!"

The cavern disappeared, overwritten by the world of Unlimited Blade Works. Angra Mainyu, the inchoate from of All The Evil in The World, strained violently against the walls of the Greater Grail.

Amber eyes brightened to the blinding white of superheated metal. ******'s circuits were pushed to the brink of complete incineration. Yet he needed more. His body was too fragile and damaged, so flesh was fully forged into swords. The curses infecting him were driven back momentarily by the surge of power.

Lifting an arm that was more shrapnel than limb with a metallic grind, ****** commanded Unlimited Blade Works to flow into his hand. The structure of the world began to shake, and distort, bending towards and then into his hand. The brown sky, the industrial smog, and rusted gears, and the hill of swords itself twisted, distorted, and was torn from his feet as the hand grasping the world moved up to, and then above, his head. Space folded and bent, the world being constrained until it looked as if ****** and the Grail were falling in a black void. The world of swords became a sword of worlds. ****** lifted the sword, cramming as much prana as he could muster into it, and slashed into the Grail-

-And that was all Shirou was able to recall.

Right now, he was cutting through the untamed vegetation which obstructed his path in every direction with a projected sword.

The canopy was dense enough to darken the forest floor, though what glimpses of the sky he had managed to take did not placate him. The fact that it was coloured a sickly purple, as well as the presence of mushrooms as tall and wide as himself was enough to confirm that he certainly wasn't in Fuyuki anymore.

Perhaps the process of destroying Grail did something to me?

He couldn't hear the voices anymore, though he had retied the Shroud of Martin around his right arm.

"Crack."

Something rustled behind him, and Shirou traced another nameless sword in his left hand. Whatever it was grew closer, and seemed to be breathing in a half-maniac manner. Eventually it came into view.

Shirou felt a good deal of tension leave his body when it became clear that it was a person standing a good couple of metres away.

"Hello ther-"

As the entire figure of the person came into full view he was struck dumb at the sight before him.

A bunny girl. There was a girl with rabbit ears, dressed wide-open blazer which revealed the skimpy one-piece covering her torso. As if to add to the strangeness, her hair was coloured dual-toned maroon and pink hair, and she had a bizarre carrot-pendant on her neck, and the inexplicable… furry pink leggings.

Wait. Her feet…

Those aren't leggings.

Shirou gave his mind a moment to spool up as he noticed the way the girl was looking at him. The naked, burning desperation mixed with unprecedented excitement in her reddish-brown eyes as she writhed in place; her face flushed bright red and her chest heaving with excitement.

"L-lbh ybbx fbbbb uhatel z-zvfgre…" The rabbit(?) girl suddenly spoke up in a sickeningly sweet high-pitched, and unsteady tone, breaking Shirou's train of thought as she reached into the pockets of her blazer and presented a small handful of multi-coloured hard candies in a grandiose manner. "Jbhyq lbh yvxr f-fbzr f-fjrrgf~?"

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AN: As you can see, I was sleep-deprived when I cooked up this thing.