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Fate
Cross-Dimensional Family
Shirou tumbled through the hall, sweating and looking for an escape route from his pursuer. He barrels through a glass sliding door stumbling to the ground only to followed by a swift kick to his side, sending him skidding across the courtyard.
"Well, kid, I tried to give you a fighting chance but you've gone and blown it."
Shirou looked up at the spearman, narrowing one eye and closing the other as the pain from his side and many cuts take effect. Damn it! I need to move, considering his options he can't go for the gate as stopping to open it would spell his demise so he opts for the tool shed. He sprints to it, luckily the door is open so he easily slips inside only to feel a nagging in the back of his head to dodge. Shirou rolls to his right, dodging the red spear that would have stabbed him in the stomach.
"Tsk. I don't get it, kid. You've got a slight nack for combat if your magecraft and senses are anything to go by. You could have been the seventh if you really wanted to but it looks like your time on this side is over. The upside is that you can at least say that you died to my spear twice, not many get the honor or can claim that so at least you have that going for you." A smug grin setting on his face as he twirls his spear around.
Seventh? This guy is nuts, talking about battle senses and magecraft all the while trying to run me through. Shirou grit his teeth, clenching his hand into the fist and takes a deep breath inward and yells "screw that!". Punching his fist into the ground, blood from his various wounds leaking onto the floor around him. "You talk of killing like its nothing, like its some battle or game for you." A faint glow around Shirou starts to come into effect. A long forgotten circle coming to life with the contact of his blood and his strong will and undying courage.
Cu Chulainn, ever oblivious to this, grows an even bigger smirk and laughs. "What you got some dream or reason to live kid. Face it, you had your chance and you lost. You saw something that you shouldn't have and now you gotta die. If it makes you feel better it's not personal."
Shirou grit his teeth, even more, causing them to crack as he rose from his position on the ground. "You know nothing of promises, nothing of my will or motives to go on." Standing now he levels a hard, determined glare at the spearman. "I made a promise to my father that I would make his dream come true, I promised him that one day I would become the hero of justice that he could not." As he spoke the circle glowed even brighter as he spoke of his father and upholding his wish, filling the room with an odd mix of purple and red. "I won't let him down!"
Cu Chulainn's eyes widened as he took notice of the glow. A shadow moving among it as the boy spoke of his fathers wish and how he would uphold it. As the boy yelled the shadow leaped forward. He had brought his spear up just in time to block a slash from the long oddly glowing blade of a purple katana. He flinched as he was flung out of the room, digging his feet into the dirt of the courtyard to come to a stop and assuming a fighting position. He had just witnessed the seventh servant be summoned and he had his orders to keep. A smirk coming to his face at the chance of getting another good fight in.
The Shadow lowered its katana after sending the spearman out of the room. It turned to address him and as a result, Shirou got his first good look at his savior. They were dressed in a cloak of a very dark purple, fading to a bright red at the bottom and at the end of the sleeves and hood opening. The bottom of the cloak was also tattered along with the sleeves suggesting it had been cut or damaged, almost giving the person a ghost or wraith type of appearance. Shirou felt a bead of sweat run down the side of his as he looked for other identifying features but gulped when he saw none. Looking into the hood of the person he saw nothing, no face, hair, nose, eyes, just pitch black nothingness. The person also wore gloves, further hiding anyway to identify the gender or type of person he was staring at. That is until they spoke.
"I have waited for this moment for years, biding my time, training, gathering the necessary equipment and tools as well as the items I needed for the spell. The fruits of my labor have been rewarded and now we can finally meet." She grabbed him and hugged him tightly, in a happy voice she exclaims, "I'm so happy to finally meet you, papa!"
Shirou's mind shut down and his eyes widened as he said the only thing he could say at that moment. "EEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Author's Note: Thank you for taking the time to read my very first Fic on this site. I know that it may not be the best of the best in terms of well anything, however, I look forward to your reviews whether they are positive or negative. Chapter 2 should come soon hopefully I work Graveyard shifts so it's tough sometimes but I got this one edited so it's not impossible!
Author's Note 2.0! So yeah decided to finally get around to smashing my head against the keyboard until this chapter was a bit more reasonable. While I was rereading this whole thing I realize two things. First, wow am I flying by the seat of my pants. Planning and being a few steps ahead is so important rather than having a board full of cool ideas and making them all fit together. Second, I am really lucky to have even one favorite on this story if I'm honest, I may be a little hard on myself but there are infinitely better stories out there that surpass mine even on their "worst" chapters. So again thank you, thank you, thank you so much for the support despite this odd contraption I'm calling a story.
Chapter 1! Now with more Spice and a hint of Basil.