Saber Returns to Shirou
As Emiya Shirou strolled along the narrow footbridge on his way to work, his found his gaze drawn to the sun set. He was really growing to hate the sight or, maybe, growing to hate his own weakness. The sun crossing the distant horizon – such things reminded him of Saber, of their parting. The hollow ache in his chest throbbed, at once more painful than Bezerker's axe-sword tearing his stomach out. Unlike then, there was no nausea to distract him. This pain ran deeper than any wound.
He always swore to himself that he would have no regrets, but that promise had never been harder to keep. He kept up outside appearances (though he was sure that Rin suspected something) but alone he could admit to himself – this past week had been hell. He forced himself to go through the motions of his life, pretending that all was well and the Grail war had never happened, but he still wept for the Girl he had been unable to save. For all he'd learned, all the power he'd gained, he could not save Saber from her fate.
Unable to bear it, his gaze dropped from the sunset to the wreckage of the ship Saber had sunk on his father's order. No, bad choice. This walk had too many memories, but there was the little row boat, it's blue-dressed passenger clad in steel and glowing with the power of Avalon.
Wait…
Before the sight had truly registered, Shirou had leapt from the bridge, instinctively strengthening his body to withstand the impact. The boat rocked when when he landed, disturbing the passenger who's beautiful blue eyes slowly flickered open as he steadied himself. He caught his breath as he gazed into the eyes he'd thought he'd lost, warmth blooming in his chest to fill the hollow void as her unseen lips twitched into a slight smile.
"Tadaima, Shirou."