There were times. Long, peaceful times. Then, the Grail War was created. Using Seven Pairs of Masters and Servants, every one of the pairs fighting with one another. The item at stake was a single wish.
Shirou was not one to enjoy senseless fighting. And thus in the Grail War, he had commanded Saber to destroy the Grail.
However, one single beam of Holy Light was not enough to vanquish the dark and corrupted ways of the Grail. Shirou had no more Command Seals left. Saber was slowly fading due to the lack of Prana.
With Saber gone, Shirou was not able to fend off the assault of the Grail. Due to Saber attacking it, it believed that Shirou was assaulting it. With a heft of a tendril made from the deepest malice, Shirou was struck.
People die when they are killed.
Except it doesn't apply for Shirou. It never applied for him.
And with the last conciousness he had left, he had wished for something. An incomplete wish. Despite being attacked by the Grail, it could never turn away from its original purpose.
To grant a wish.
"To be a hero-"
His wish was incomplete. And thus, the Grail decided to move him into a place where Heroes where desperately needed.
A temporary haven.
Remnant.
"Where am I?" Shirou asked internally to himself. His eyes were already opened quite a while ago, and is adjusted to the light levels of the place he was currently in. White curtains billowed and shifted from the wind coming to the window. Soft light came from the ceiling, indicating Lightbulbs were being used. Soft rays of light from the opened window only caused the place to become even brighter.
Upon successfully overcoming the bright glow of light, Shirou had managed to observe this place. White tiled floors and white stone walls where around him. There was a vast array of medical equipment, ranging from simple scalpels to complex heartbeat scanners decorated the immaculate room. There was also a curtained area, the curtains slightly opened but not in an angle for Shirou to see the inside. Finally, Shirou himself had been lying on a pearly white bed, along with similar colored pillows and blankets. A small tube placed on his right wrist was connected to a nearby blood bag. It was nearly empty.
"How did I get here?" Shirou asked himself once again. "I thought I wished to be a hero" With those thoughts, he attempted to stand up, which only caused him a great deal of pain. After minutes of struggling, he had managed to atleast make himself barely sit on the bed, his arms greatly supporting him. Truely, he couldn't be a hero with only barely managing to move his arms, much less a sword.
A soft clicking sound immediately placed Shirou on guard, his hands already grasping swords to be formed. He slightly relaxed upon seeing that it was only a nurse, but still kept his guard. The said nurse wasn't very memorable, with black hair and black eyes. She was also fair skinned.
"No, please do not stand up. You are still healing" The nurse ordered him in strict tone, to which Shirou complied. The nurse replaced his empty bloodbag, before replacing it with a full one. Afterwards, she got a small checklist, scanning its contents, before marking something. "I will only go out to call the doctor. Do not attempt to stand up"
A movement of standing up, walking to the door and closing it had left Shirou alone again. He focused his thoughts again on his current prediciment. "Wait. I wished to be a hero... Is this a place which needed saving? If that's the case, then it is too quiet and peaceful to be in a state of war" Deeply immersed in his thoughts, he never noticed a snore come from the curtained area earlier.
Another clicking sound from the door placed him in alert. He sighed upon seeing it was only a doctor. The doctor was also unremarkable, with black hair that contained streaks of white indicating his senior age. He was wearing a white coat, like all doctors do.
"I see you are already awake" He said, already stating something obvious. "I never expected you to wake up quite early. I thought that you would wake up only a few days from now" He commented, before continuing. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine" Shirou replied.
"Oh yes. I can see that quite clear" Fixing his glasses and rubbing the nape of his neck, he said words which Shirou never thought. "You are the few survivors of a tragedy that occured"
Shirou had only blinked in response. Blinking a few more times, he spoke. "What tragedy?"
The doctor only sighed, before whispering something to the nurse standing beside him. The said nurse only marked something else in the checklist she was holding. "That's to be expected. What happened was a Grimm attack, quite a nasty one. You were very lucky to survive" He responded bluntly, before receiving a manila envelope from a nearby desk and withdrawing a single leaf of paper. He scanned it over thoroughly, before reading it aloud. "Age, 12. Major Physical Trauma, particularly the spine and nervous system. Memory Loss, very lucky to retain motor functions" He finished reading it aloud, before placing it back into the envelope.
The nurse drew another paper from the envelope, scanning it once, before reading it aloud. "Orphaned. Name unknown. White Hair, fair skin. Auburn eyes. One-hundred fourty seven centimeters, Fourty Kilograms" She nodded once, then twice then stocked away the paper in the envelope.
Shirou wasn't particularly sure how to respond, so throughout the more blunt statements that the pair given him, he only listened and nodded. Not speaking something else.
"Do you remember your name?" The doctor asked.
"Yes. Shirou. Emiya Shirou"
"Is your given name Shirou or Emiya?"
"It is Shirou. It is a tradition to introduce the family name first" The nurse jotted down something in her checklist again.
A few more dialogues between the two people, then they left once again. A few minutes passed and after Shirou confirmed they weren't returning anytime soon, he did his own things.
"Trace On" The aria hummed through Shirou like water through a pipe. It reached into his very being, activating his Circuits. "One. Three. Seven. Nine" Each of the Circuits had a different amounts of capacity to hold, but Shirou's aria demanded to fill them with Prana anyway. "Eleven. Fifteen. Twenty. Twenty-three. Twenty-seven" Shirou sighed in relief. But it wasn't long before relief turned to panic. "Huh?! Thirty! Thirty-Seven and it doesn't seem to stop anytime soon"
Shirou could feel his body getting warmer. The human body wasn't meant to contain Prana afterall. It was only through the development of Magi that Humans eventually developed to be able to contain the foreign substance, abeit with some resistance. "Fifty-Four. Fifty-four circuits with a large amount of Prana compared to mine..."
So, after a few minutes of thinking, either he had a new body (though he disregarded that theory because he looks just like his past self) or that somehow, his wish had tied up with Archer (no way will he refer to Archer as EMIYA) and resulted in him gaining the Magic Circuits from his archetype.
A quick use of Reinforcement at his bed resulted in the bed becoming stiffer. He could still use his Magecraft. He sat up, the soreness from his arms leaving upon Reinforcing his arms. He also did the same for his legs. As his Prana resources was nearly quadrupled in amount than he had before (Archer had somehow managed to triple the amount of Prana his Circuits could hold) which resulted him in allowing to spend a bit more freely with his resources. Looking at the mirror, he saw a strand of red mixed with his silver hair.
A flash of white.
A helpless white lily trapped in the murky waters of the Grimm.
Would you leave the flower you just saved in the darkness, hero?
Shirou had to look around just to see what caused that flashback. Laying his gaze upon the white-haired girl, he couldn't help but smile. If the memory serves him right, then he would have saved her from the beasts. It doesn't help that she resembles Illya in a way.
"I would save everyone" He promised to himself.
Time Skip: 1 month later...
After papers were organized, Shirou had been adopted into the Schnee family. Apperantly, he was supposed to be a 'distant-family-member' or so the Schnee family believed, for two reasons. First, he was supposed to be living near the Schnee's, and his hair was white. And after a test was taken, and Shirou was indeed a long-lost-distant-family-member to the Schnee.
Shirou had been silent and calm, only observing his surroundings. The girl sitting next to him was only silent. Her name was Weiss. Upon learning the fact, that they both have white hair and their names mean 'White' in different languages, he himself was amused on the inside. He didn't show it publically though.
They were currently in a train, just travelling around to see some sights and release stress. Possibly even bond.
"Shirou" Weiss said, sitting beside him. Apperantly, she was interested in Shirou, and trying to crack the code of 'how did a Schnee get under the radar' sort of stuff. Shirou had already anticipated the words that she will say. "Where did you come from?"
Shirou only gazed outside the window in response, before answering. "From my mother's womb" He replied sarcastically. Weiss had to roll and eye on that. "No. Not really. I came from the country side of Atlas. It just happened that I was visiting the urban areas at that time" He lied, hoping as to his lie wouldn't be noticed by the girl.
Fortunately for Shirou, she seemed to accept it, before keeping silent and also gazed outside the train window. "I couldn't exactly help but wonder. What if I become a Huntress? Would that make Father finally be proud of me?" She asked, not expecting any replies.
However, Shirou did reply anyway. "I couldn't say for certain, but that is very likely" At that statement, Weiss just sighed.
"You are very calculating. It unnerves me slightly" She complained, while Shirou was still staring outside.
Shirou didn't reply. Instead, he took a tea cup and poured tea to himself. No one likes to disturb someone while they're sipping tea, unless they were either rude, or had something very, very, very important to say. His face twisted to a certain way, before remarking something. "Tea is particularly strong today"
In response, Weiss just sighed again, before getting a porcelain cup for her own and imitated Shirou. However, upon taking a taste from it, her face twisted.
"Hey. What's wrong?" Shirou asked upon noticing that fact that Weiss' face twisted to a very unpleased look. "Is it the tea?" He asked, to which the girl nodded. "Is it too sweet?" Weiss shook her head furiously. "Bitter?" Finally, she nodded. "Huh. I thought I placed sugar beforehand" He picked the small jar containing the sugar, before noticing that it was salt. He palmed his face.
"Ugh. That was the most horrible tea I had ever tasted" Weiss complained before shuddering, then pushing the tea cup away from her.
"Hey. It's not my fault that the Waitress mixed up the jars between sugar and salt" Shirou retorted while throwing out the contents of the 'so-called-tea'. "I normally don't like to waste anything consumable, but I think I'll make an exception to these"
Afterwards, they chatted to each other peacefully while drinking tea (to which Shirou had to coax Weiss and checked if it was sugar or not) and enjoyed the ride overall. However, Weiss asked one question to Shirou.
"Would you become a Huntsman?"
I have no regrets watching RWBY.
Disclaimer: I do not own either Fate Stay Night, nor do I own RWBY. They are owned by Type-Moon and Monty Oum respectively. And I shall only use the Disclaimer ONCE.
This is my way of paying a suppeeerrrr delayed tribute to Monty Oum.
