Prologue – The Mark of Destiny:
The Holy Grail Wars. A battle royale of sorts between seven "Masters" and seven powerful Heroic Spirits wielding legendary weapons called Servants. When the last Servant is standing both he and the Master shall recieve the honor of obtaining the one and only Holy Grail, able to grant a single wish to the both of them. The Wars have gone on for hundreds of years in the Japanese town of Fuyuki City. It was there a boy was born, Emiya Shirou a boy who fought in one of these Wars to protect people and he succeeded with the aid of his Servant. However the Holy Grail was corrupted and had to be destroyed and neither Shirou nor his Servant was able to have a wish granted. After the war he left Fuyuki City and Japan behind to fulfill his dream of becoming a hero of the people.
Five years it has been since the boy sought an ideal. Braved dangers and faced death on a daily basis, yet his mind did not falter. He would seek his dreams no matter the cost, but as time went on all he wanted was to see his Servant one more time. Yet he knew it was too much to hope for; she was gone and there was nothing he could do at the moment to bring her back. As the days went by he slowly started to push back the memories and find some way to cope with the loss. He spent an entire year wandering the world in search of some good that he could do, the boy sought to join the "Burial Agency." A secret section of the Church dedicated to destroying unnatural entities. He had heard rumors in his travels and investigated, finding that the headquarters were in Italy.
He met a strange woman near the headquarters of the agency and the instant she saw him she seemed to take a liking to him. She told Shirou she would instruct him on how to properly fight. The woman who insisted on teaching him was a strange character, looked down upon by the rest of the Executors because of her unnatural abilities. He was taken by her into the chamber of a woman named Narbareck who was the the current head of the organization, a stern looking person with penetrating eyes as if she was looking directly into your was there the boy stood; now a man clad in black leather armor with a red shroud, belonging to a long dead Saint around his waist, his hair that used to be brown had now started to take on a white sheen to it. His skin used to be a fair white now a tan color.
His appearance was changed due to the fact that his magical powers change his appearance over time. Emiya Shirou was no longer the boy he once was, though his ideals remain the same. He joined the Church to help anyone and everyone he could, he must put himself in danger so others can be protected. That is the only way of life he's ever known, protecting others without concern for himself.
The woman standing next to him was dressed in a simple priest's robe with a pair of brown combat boots designed for both extreme comfort and mobility. Her short black hair hung to her shoulders as her electric blue eyes gazed into the eyes of Narbareck. "Why do you insist on becoming his tutor, Ciel? Normally one would be appointed to him, not volunteered." she asked as she cast a glance at the two of them. "He and I share a common goal, I must teach him because I believe I am the only one suited to the job." She replied while casting a glance over at Shirou, her eyes briefly meeting his. Narbareck briefly closed her eyes in thought and then nodded. "Very well you will begin immediately; don't make me regret this Ciel." She then waved them both out of the room and began to write on a small slip of paper.
Upon leaving the chamber into the long, stone corridor; Shirou walking next to Ciel finally turned to her and spoke "You lied back there. What are your real reasons for going this far just to give training to a stranger?" Ciel stopped in her tracks and hung her head as if remembering something. "You remind me of someone." She said in a soft voice. "Ciel?" Shirou asked in a confused voice as he turned to look back at her. She looked up at him and smiled at him like he was an old friend of hers she hadn't seen in a long time.
Puzzled, Shirou walked with her down the old stone hallway until Ciel opened a door into a large, circular stone arena which was obviously used for training and sparing matches. "Just one more thing Emiya-kun… I'd like it very much if you called me Ciel-senpai." She said with a bright smile as she entered the room. Shirou thought it a bit odd since neither of them were no longer in school, though Ciel looked young enough to be, he shrugged the thought off as it didn't matter much now and followed her into the room, "I don't really understand; but I can do that." he didn't get what was going through her head but he wanted to honor her request as it obviously meant a lot to her.
Two years have passed since that first day he met Ciel. Their relationship grew, mostly spending time talking about nothing and drinking tea prepared by Ciel herself who seemed to be quite knowledgeable on the subject. Shirou learned many things from her such as combat strategies and techniques, even healing magecraft which was the first spell he'd learned outside of his "Projection Magic". When it was time for him to be sent upon his first mission, called before Narbareck once again and also once again, Ciel was by his side. "I've heard you've been doing well Emiya, now it's time to prove you have what it takes to be a member of the Burial Agency." She said sternly, maintaining her serious and professional attitude, Shirou wondered if she was like this even in her private life as he'd never seen her act any differently.
"You are being called to Vatican City in Italy. There is a Dead Apostle wandering about preying on the innocent, this cannot stand as it is our duty to eliminate any and every threat to the Church and our way of life. You are to be discreet, let no one know you are there, leave no trace of your battles." She then turned her head to Ciel and said sternly but with a slight smirk "Since you two get along so well, I am sending you to observe and only to observe. You are not to intervene under any circumstances, this is his mission. Do you understand?" Ciel bowed and replied in an obedient voice "Yes ma'am." Narbareck sat back in her chair and looked at the two of them, "You should leave at once, do not waste time here."
Both Shirou and Ciel bowed again and left the took what seemed like forever to reach Vatican City. Upon the plane landing Shirou was a little shaky, still not having gotten used to planes as even though he'd been traveling quite a bit lately, he did not leave his homeland of Japan until a few years ago after he graduated high-school. Ciel stayed quiet most of the time which was a rare occasion for her, she never hesitated to talk to Shirou when she was teaching him. "We should find a hotel until nightfall; we'll begin our search then." He said quietly as he walked to which Ciel only nodded and looked around the airport as if scanning for something.
The two of them took a taxi to the nearest hotel. It was an ancient looking two story building with windows only on the second floor, the two walked through the old wooden door and walked to the counter where there was an old man standing behind it. "One room, two beds please." Shirou said to the old man, unexpectedly interrupted by Ciel. "Eh? Only one room? I didn't know you were so bold as to force a girl to stay in the same room as you." She exclaimed sounding surprised but she in fact enjoyed teasing Shirou in such a way frequently.
"Wh-what are you talking about? We're on this job together so it's no surprise that we'd share a room Ciel-senpai. Besides we're getting two beds, so it's not like we'll be sleeping together, I like my privacy too you know." Shirou argued back, slightly flustered and his cheeks turned a slight shade of red. The receptionist came back with a key and leaned across the counter towards Ciel. "If you like I can arrange a separate room?" he asked her. "It's fine; he's not that kind of man." She said with a small wink towards Shirou, who heaved a small sigh.
They reached the room upstairs and chose their beds. Shirou went and stood by the large window overlooking the west side of Vatican City, practically every building was whitewashed except for a few houses on the outskirts of the city, but for the most part the city was about more holy looking than any church Shirou had ever seen. The sun was starting to set and bathed the room in an orange glow. He turned around to see Ciel sitting on the edge of the bed behind him, "We should get moving it's going to be dark soon." Ciel smiled and shook her head. "This is your time now, but don't worry, you won't see me but I won't leave you alone. But I will follow my orders, if things go bad for you… I can't help." Shirou smiled reassuringly at her and opened the door and left with the flutter of the shroud around his waist.
The air of dusk felt rather chilly as a cool breeze ruffled Shirou's white hair. This was the first time in several years he had been alone. Even back home, he had Sakura and Rider who lived with him. He started to walk to the west side of the City chuckling as he reminisced about the times the three of them had spent together, waking up to Rider in the mornings and helping Sakura cook breakfast. He couldn't believe that she had become a better cook that he was in the short time before he left after the infamous "5th War".
Shirou passed a row of houses that looked recently abandoned or something had happened to the residents, "I think it's safe to assume it's around here." He said quietly to himself as he walked along the streets, the streetlamps starting to flicker on. He followed the road and he realized the area just felt empty as if it was devoid of any presence at all. "This guy made no attempt to conceal his actions... huh?" he started to say but he noticed a shape in the middle of the road. He walked calmly towards the shape, sensing something was wrong about it only to find a middle-aged man leaning against a streetlamp. The man's eyes were glazed over as if he was blind but clearly heard Shirou coming as he turned his head to meet his eyes. He started to hobble towards Shirou as if his legs were injured.
"Are you alright?" he asked in a serious tone to which the man only made a guttural sound and leaped directly for Shirou's throat. Shirou jumped back and narrowly avoided the blood soaked fingertips of the man who was grabbing at his neck. Shirou was a little surprised at the sudden aggression towards him and quickly jumped back to prepare himself to assess the situation, after a moment or two he recognized the appearance and demeanor of the man through one of Ciel's lectures.
This was his first time actually encountering "The Dead" which he remembered were humans that have had their blood drained by a Dead Apostle, much like zombies that are no longer human. Shirou had to keep repeating this in his head, because if he realized that the creature in front of him was human, he would not be able to harm it but thankfully they don't much resemble humans any longer. There is no salvation for The Dead, only a swift death that was the only gift that could be given to them now. With this in mind a pair of shortswords formed in Shirou's mind, white yang sword Kanshou, and the black yin sword Bakuya.
"Trace, on." He muttered the words and activated his Magic Circuits instantly reproducing the beautiful swords from his mind, into his hands. This was Emiya Shirou's only true magical talent, Projection Magic; the ability to recreate the materials, time spent, age, and even the experiences of any weapon he's ever seen and recreate them to almost perfect replicas. It could be said that he can resurrect the very soul of the weapon.
The creature charged Shirou again, the blow easily blocked by Kanshou and Bakuya. Shirou went to the offensive and slashed at the arms of the abomination. The creature uttered a shrill moan as blood poured out of the sockets his arms were once attached to. Still the Dead did not stop, it charged Shirou once more and he quickly executed the being by swiftly decapitating him with a horizontal slash. The creature then moaned and with an airy- sounding popping noise, turned into a cloud of dust which disappeared into the night air. Shirou let out a relieved sigh and continued his journey into the abandoned neighborhood. The further in he got, the more dilapidated the houses looked and the stronger the sweet smell of blood became. It had been about an hour since he started walking, and he should be nearing the park just on the inside of the large wall that surrounded the entirety of Vatican City.
Shirou rounded a corner and spotted a large park with benches scattered around here and there. Before him there was a large wall at least 50 feet tall, upon looking around he felt a chill run through his body and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. "So this is what the Church sends to dispatch me? You act like you've never seen The Dead before." A taunting voice seemed to come from everywhere and made the air go cold around the vicinity of the park. Moaning could be heard coming from the alleys of the houses and about twenty or so Dead came from them and surrounded the area. "To wander further into this district, you couldn't perhaps be looking for me could you?" the voice asked as if carried by the wind. Shirou stood nervously in the center of the Dead battalion and tried to discern the location of the voice but to no avail, he was obviously very good at hiding his location.
"I would think that's obvious, someone like you wreaking havoc around here wouldn't exactly go unnoticed would it? Besides, I can't tolerate what you've been doing to the innocent people of this city and after I put their souls to rest I plan on dealing with you." Shirou replied in a stern voice emanating his killing intent to try to draw out whoever he was speaking with. "Oh ho, is that so? That's pretty tough talk for someone who had trouble fighting just one of my minions, but now you're facing more than just one." Shirou's eyes were drawn to the top of the wall, there stood a man in his late twenties at least, his eyes a deep crimson and his long black hair flowed in the wind. The man raised his hand to the sky and snapped his fingers, indicating the order to attack.
"I'll tell you what, I'll make you a little deal if you can kill them all, maybe I'll grant you a swift death. This city is mine, no lowlife Executor is going to take it from me!" The Dead started moving in all at once closing in on Shirou. The Dead weren't particularly threatening on their own, their power comes from the ability to overwhelm and consume a person then give the energy to their vampire master from the sounds of things he has been trying to consume the entire city.
Shirou counted the enemies which added up to about twenty-seven surrounding him and closing in slowly. "Hmph, how cowardly to use your slaves to do your dirty work for you." Shirou crossed his arms and threw both Kanshou and Bakuya with an arcing motion to a large congregation of The Dead in front of him; he had to get out of the circle of undead closing in on him if he was going to make it out of this alive. The shortswords impaled two Dead through the chest but that did not stop them at all, they only kept moving forward like machines their mouths gaping open to let out a loud moaning noise. Shirou ran towards them "Trace, off." He muttered as he cut the flow of prana to the swords, causing them to explode violently taking out at least five of the group of undead, the ground now stained with their blood. Shirou ran through the opening created by the explosion and spun around to face the remaining group, now forced to bunch together to shamble towards Shirou.
"Let's see if I can still do this…. Trace on!" Shirou projected a long, black bow in his left hand and in his right, was an arrow which he quickly placed upon the bow. Shirou aimed it at the center of the group nearing him, having to walk backwards to keep his distance from The Dead. "Show no mercy, this is the only way to set their souls free." Shirou began to fire as fast as he was able; all the years of training his archery skills in high school were coming to fruition. He made sure to aim for the head as destroying the brain was the best way to combat the undead. One by one they began to disappear into dust and float into the wind. Preoccupied by the main group a single undead managed to sneak behind him somehow grab him around the neck, and bite into his shoulder tearing through his armor and into his flesh and almost to his bones.
Shirou let out a pained yell as he felt the teeth dig into his flesh and stabbed the creature through the eye with an arrow; the monster fell backwards and exploded into dust upon the ground. There were only a few undead left alive but Shirou managed to raise his arm and kill them before they reached him. The black bow disappeared in his hands and he let out a breath, having being fatigued slightly from the fight as he hasn't used a bow in so long it took a slight toll on his mind. However, the people that were made slaves against their will by the vampire were now free to be at ease after being given a merciful and quick death.
"What kind of technique is that? That is nothing like the magic used by the Executors. Just who are you?" the man standing upon the wall glared down at Shirou, his minions scattered to the wind. The man then jumped down and slowly floated to the ground until his bare feet touched the soft grass, his red eyes staring at Shirou with both surprise and annoyance. "That's not important, what is important is that you won't get away with what you've done. You have been feeding on people indiscriminately turning them into your slaves and forcing them to commit horrible acts. I can't forgive you for that." Shirou said in a slightly pained voice as he held a hand to his shoulder. He could instantly tell that the vampire was a twisted soul and would not change his ways no matter what anyone did; he clearly had his own dark motives that he wished to accomplish. The man looked at Shirou and cracked his knuckles simply by bending his long fingers. "You'll not take this city from me! I alone will make the Vatican fall." Spouting nonsense the vampire bent his knees and took a fighting pose.
"You should hear my name at least once; for it's the last thing you're going to remember. My name is Archibald von Hammersmark!" as he yelled at Shirou he kicked the ground and practically flew the 20 meters in distance they had between them. He collided with Shirou who was thrown to the ground and had the air knocked out of his lungs, the vampire trying to claw his throat open. Unarmed, Shirou grabbed his arms and attempted to free himself from the Archibald's iron-like grasp. He had only seconds before he would be unconscious and Ciel would only watch as he was killed.
Quickly he magically reinforced the muscles of his arms and legs, grabbed the vampire's arms and pulled them about an inch from his throat then kicking him in the stomach and throwing him off. Archibald flew to the ground, leaving Shirou enough time to stand and catch a breath. After a cough the vampire got to his feet, growled, and charged to slash at Shirou's chest, raking his nails across him and tearing through his leather armor, leaving bloody scratches. A swift roundhouse kick like a hammer was then delivered into Shirou's side and he was flung into a bench, which broke into numerous pieces as he smashed indo it. Shirou coughed up blood and stood shakily the last time he'd gotten beat so bad… he had to use 'that'. The vampire only walked briskly to Shirou, not speaking just glaring as if trying to kill him with a stare.
Shirou sighed. "I have no choice do I? I have to borrow your sword again…" After his ordeal in the past he made a vow never again to use the 'Holy Sword' unless grave circumstances were to arise as he didn't want to bring up painful memories which could distract him from his path. However he knew he couldn't win on his own. In times of crisis someone always provided him help, this time he was on his own. But the knowledge someone taught him he never forgot, never forgot her company. He had tried to block her from his mind but now the memories were flooding back, nearly bringing a tear to his eye. He quickly regained his composure, this wasn't the time to get sentimental. He stared the vampire down with the exact same look he was giving Shirou, a look to kill.
Archibald stopped as if curious but prepared to charge again. This was the kind of man he hated, his sense of justice was strong, and "she" had the same sense. He would do this as a commemoration of remembering her once again. "I am the bone of my sword." The air seemed to reverberate as he spoke the words he had not invoked for years, the circuits in his head shattering and then realigning to allow him to use this advanced magic properly, no it was rather that he was made to use it. Magical energy flowed from his hand as a long, golden sword was projected. The sword that once belonged to an old friend of his, the sword he borrowed to kill one of his strongest opponents seven times over. Caliburn – The Golden Sword of Owed Victory. The sword glowed as if announcing itself and Shirou raised the tip towards the vampire.
Archibald only laughed. "All that just for a decorative sword? Here I thought you'd pose more of a threat and this is what I get?" he spat. "The Burial Agency will recruit anyone these days it seems. This has gone on long enough, I've had enough of you!" he charged towards Shirou, moving with the speed of a bullet, full of confidence that he would emerge the victor. Shirou slashed with the familiar blade and the only thing that was cleaved was the air, despite the sword's power the vampire was too quick and with his sharp nails gave Shirou a deep gash on his forehead and three more on his back.
Archibald turned into almost a blur as he delivered blow after blow to the surprised Shirou who wasn't expecting the vampire to be able to move this fast; he definitely wasn't playing around anymore. Shirou tried to keep up with his eyes but was being slashed over and over, if he can only get the timing right this will be over. He managed to block a blow to his neck, which would have been instant death if he hadn't deflected it with the help of the sword, which seemed to have a mind of its own. A slash to his shoulder, another to his hip. Shirou was starting to loose a lot of blood from both his shoulder and his newly aquired wounds, he had to end this quick.
With his last ounce of strength he raised the sword and swung it horizontally with all his might, the speeding vampire ran right into the blade and was cleaved in half by the golden sword. Archibald screamed curses as his bloody halves were thrown on the ground; he started clawing the ground to crawl to his lower half to reattach it "Damn, you! What kind of a sword is that? Something like that shouldn't be able to cut me!" Shirou answered by thrusting the sword into the head of the vampire. The screams were cut off and the body turned to dust and flowed away in the wind.
Dropping to a knee and kneeling on the sword Shirou panted heavily, completely out of energy and almost drained his prana. No longer able to maintain the sword Shirou let the image disappear and the sword faded from existance, but the memories using it brought back remained. It was too long of a walk back to the hotel and Shirou did not have enough prana to successfully heal all of his wounds with magecraft as his ability with the spell is even less than a D rank. Shirou fell back and laid on the grass his eyes starting to blur from the blood loss. He heard a soft sound of footsteps and saw a familiar looking boot as he turned his head. "No one said I couldn't intervene after your job was done." A soft voice was heard right before Shirou had blacked out.
"Senpai." A voice not heard for a couple years called him that. "Senpai, wake up." He opened his eyes to find a friend of his, Matou Sakura sitting next to him on his futon. It looked like he was back home. He scanned his surroundings and thought that his room looked the same, except for a small cherry blossom tree on his desk most likely put there by Sakura. Shirou looked at her puzzled, was this were he fell asleep at? Sakura was laughing at him, probably for sleeping in so late. "Sakura, you shouldn't call me Senpai anymore we graduated school you know." Sakura brushed back her long purple hair and looked at him with her violet eyes. "How many times do I have to tell you, now matter how old we get, Senpai is always Senpai."
Shirou sighed as she gave the same answer she always does. Sakura giggled and left the room, leaving him alone to change. He walked through the familiar house and across the lawn to the dojo in which he spent a lot of his time in the past. He opened the door and found a familiar figure sitting Japanese-style in a sunlit corner of the room. She opened her emerald eyes to look at him and then it felt like something was splashed on his face. His vision went blurry and he fell over, she got up and rushed to him her mouth moved but no sound came from it. And once again he fell into darkness.
"Shirou-kun? Are you all right now?" a soft, feminine voice asked as Shirou's senses started to return. "S-Saber?" he said groggily as he opened his eyes to find that the woman he once fought with turned into his teacher. He groaned and lifted a hand to his forehead, his wounds sent waves of pain through his body and he found that he was laying in a bed no doubt he was carried back to the hotel. "Saber? Do you know someone with such a strange name?" Ciel looked down and asked him. Shirou started to remember what had happened the night before and tried to get out of bed, only to feel intense pain through his body and his torso wrapped in bandages which stopped his movements and he lay back down.
"You… didn't change my clothes did you?" He asked, slightly embarrassed. "Well I had to undress you didn't I? Your clothes were all torn and bloody and your wounds needed to be cleaned so yes, I changed your clothes." Ciel replied without hesitation. "You shouldn't move around just yet, your wounds will open up again. Sorry, but I couldn't take you to a hospital seeing as those gashes were made by a supernatural being." She explained. Shirou let out a soft sigh, "I guess it can't be helped. So, you carried me all the way here? Thank you Ciel-senpai." He nodded to her in thanks. Ciel smiled "I'm just glad you pulled through. I was worried there for a moment, not many people can single handedly kill a Dead Apostle, he must have been rather weak or I don't think Narbareck would have sent you."
"Weak… right. Remind me to stay away from the rest of them then." Shirou said as he glanced over at Ciel who stood up, revealing she was only dressed in her undergarments. "Ciel-senpai, what are you doing?! Why aren't you dressed?" Shirou exclaimed and turned his head away. "Hm, about that… you went into shock. I had to keep your body temperature under control since we don't have any spare blankets, I did it myself." Ciel's cheeks flushed almost as much as Shirou's. He however, felt like he could pass out again just from seeing her like that. Even though she was very beautiful, he didn't think he should develop that kind of relationship with his teacher. Shirou turned his head and noticed that aside from her white undergarments, her body was covered in strange tattoos and he thought that she didn't look like the type to cover her body in such things. He turned his head back the other way, "Where are your clothes by the way?"
She sat on the edge of his bed and looked over curiously at him, "They're soaking along with yours, because I got some of your blood on them. Please try to relax. I may have to get in with you again if your temperature gets out of control." She explained. "Don't tell me to relax and then say something contradictory to that fact! How can I relax knowing that?" Shirou said, still flustered by Ciel's appearance. Ciel glared at Shirou and flicked him on the forehead with her middle-finger. "It's not the first time you've seen a woman like this is it? If not then be a man and let me take care of you, I'd never be able to forgive myself if I carried you back here only to watch you die." He cringed at the thought of her in tears staring at some bloody mess he left behind.
"Yes, Ciel-senpai." He replied obediently and laid back. "Good." She said with a smile and placed her slender hand along his forehead. She felt him tense up but soon relax. "You're still a little cold, but I'll wait a little and see if it goes back to normal to spare you the apparent torture of me being in the same bed as you." She said with a teasing smirk. "It's not like that!" Shirou stammered and turned to look at her. "Alright, alright, just relax and don't work yourself up or you'll just get worse. Listen to what your teacher says, okay?" she said as she poked the tip of his nose with her index finger.
Shirou turned his head and looked out the window, it was dusk and everything was bathed in a pale light. "Ciel-senpai, how long was I out for?" he asked curiously. Ciel put a finger to her lips as if thinking, "About twenty-four hours." She replied. "Ugh, and I'm still tired. At least it's nighttime, and I don't have to worry about anything moving around at night anymore." He yawned and closed his eyes, he felt his sheets ruffle and felt something very hot against him. He opened his eyes to find Ciel lying against him.
Upon seeing this Shirou grew hotter than ever but stayed still for her sake even though it was very embarrassing for him having an almost naked woman against him, Ciel must also be very embarrassed by the fact that he could feel her body heat rising as well. "You don't have to push yourself Ciel-senpai." Shirou stuttered slightly. Ciel, whose eyes had also been closed looked at him, "I'm not pushing myself, I've been awake since I brought you back this is the first sleep I've gotten in two days you know. Besides I can't let you go into shock during the night, you wouldn't wake up." Ciel yawned cutely and laid her head down. "Goodnight, Tohno-kun." She whispered. "Tohno? Wh- never mind. Goodnight, Ciel-senpai." New questions were brought into his head. Ciel obviously greatly cared for him, and who was this Tohno she was talking about? He wouldn't worry about it too much right now. For now, he just wanted to sleep.
Once back to the Burial Agency Headquarters, Shirou and Ciel were once again back to their normal routine, as Shirou was technically still in training until Ciel decided to release him. During one of their sparing matches, Shirou dropped the Black Key Ciel had lent him to train with in his hand. His left hand started to burn as if something were being etched onto it with a soldering iron. "Shirou are you alright?" Ciel asked concernedly. "I – I've felt this once before." Shirou said as if remembering a load of things at once, seemingly at a loss as to how to explain his hand. Three red, tattoo like marks appeared on the back of his left hand followed by an even stronger burning sensation.
"Why? How?" he said as he stared at them clutching at his wrist to bear with the pain. Ciel just stood back and watched until Shirou could regain his composure. Finally Shirou stood up and looked at Ciel, his eyes full strong emotions. "Ciel-senpai I have to go home, right now." He said with as much meaning as he could muster. Ciel understood what he meant, he had to do this now or he would regret it for the rest of his life. She nodded to him and he left, leaving her for Japan and his hometown; the battlefield of Fuyuki City. An hour later she received a summons to Narbareck's office, unbeknownst to the both of them their fates were already sealed.