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Suddenly he awoke panting for breath and covered in sweat as his hands quickly roamed his body and his eyes took in the image of his familiar workshop in which he fell asleep in the night before. His concentration broken then by the familiar call of senpai from the doorway and the light scolding from his kohai Sakura as she told him once again to stop sleeping in his shed and how she would have to prepare breakfast as he would have to shower and get ready.
Shaking of the obvious feeling of deja vu he walked of with a soft call of "yes, yes" to do as she said yet not without looking down at his chest once again placing his hand and clenching tightly clearly feeling the tight muscles and not the wound which he witnessed so visibly in his dream. As the blood red spear pierced his chest after running away from the crazy guy who was more beast than man in blue spandex.
After getting washed and prepared for the day, his rather vivid dream now forgotten, he entered his kitchen to come across the beautiful purple haired girl still cooking breakfast and a hungry tiger sitting in the corner waiting for the meal to come rather impatiently as she watched what was on the news.
Walking to her side he asked, "do you need any help Sakura" though he was politely declined as the food was almost done much to his annoyance at being unable to cook for the third time this week.
It seemed to show as with a small giggle the current cook spoke up "Shirou senpai if you really want to cook you need to make sure that you wake up on time."
Shirou looked at her and with an awkward laugh he scratched the back of his head and looked away, trying to hide his blush half caused by the embarrassment of being so easily figured out and the other at the sight of the beautiful girl in his kitchen.
Then after the meal and a little prompting stop watching the TV, it was going on about multiple gas leaks happening around the city both, Sakura and Taiga hurried off to school for early club activities. Leaving Shirou behind to do the dishes so when he finished up he could head off to help Issei with some broken equipment before school started.
After a long day at school where Shirou stayed behind to finish fixing some equipment he ran into his old friend Shinji Matou surrounded by a group of younger girls as he shamelessly flirted with them.
"Hey Emiya do you mind cleaning the archery dojo, I was meant to do it but as you can see I'm occupied at the moment" gesturing to the three younger girls who were practically hanging off of him.
Shirou had once considered Shinji to be a close friend of his that was until he noticed the bruising on his younger sister that he could not explain. But Shirou being who he was could not deny a request from him to help clean the archery dojo no matter how outrageous it was.
Thus leading him to staying at school till dark even though there has been various warnings lately and hearing the loud clash of metal striking on metal from what should be an empty school, making him go and check just in case some people were breaking into the deserted school to vandalise it.
A situation if he could remember identical to that of his dream was now taking place. As he ran through the school hallways chased by a man with a crimson spear that looked very familiar.
"Sorry kid but rules are rules" the blue man said with a smirk as he suddenly appeared in front of him, "got to get rid of any witnesses". With no effort the blood red spear shot forward ripping through the brown uniform of Homurahara academy and Shirou's flesh with no resistance.
It passed cleanly through.
Shirou's amber eyes once more locked onto the spear embedded in his heart as his legs gave out and began to fall. The weapon now free glowed with a viscous radiance in the moonlight, his blood barely noticeable along its shaft as though it belonged, looking at it he knew he was just another victim to fall to it. As its owner gave a slight flick splattering the blood that remained on the weapon along the walls before vanishing.
The still warm blood quickly flowed from the new orifice of his body pooling below him and soaking into his clothes. His eyes growing dull stared at the roof and his body chilling, it was a strange feeling his body being so cold yet the warm liquid of life stuck to his back so quickly.
While most would expect the dying boy to feel some sort of fear or anger at his situation the only emotion that filled the rust haired teen was regret, not the regret of someone who didn't live their life but that of one who couldn't keep a promise.
'I'm sorry Kiritsugu, I was never able to become a hero'
He faded. His final breath left his body to the echoing snap of shoes running in the corridor belonging to the unfortunate magus about to find the now dead body of the boy who was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
With a cold sweat he awoke, panting for breath he nervously felt his chest expecting a gaping hole to still be in his body.
"A dream" he mumbled to himself and looked around once again realising he was once again in his shed. "It must have been" he spoke with false confidence trying to convince himself, when it appeared within his head the red lance. So real, so beautiful the blood lust that it radiated was unforgettable he knew it wasn't something his mind made up.
'There's one way to tell' he thought still hoping it was just a dream.
"Senpai"
That hope shattered at the call.
'I didn't die when I was killed.'
This is a story which I began to write months ago and now during my christmas holidays I finally finished, so please enjoy and review I hope that people enjoy this what I have written and have a good 2018.