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A storm was brewing, wind rustled the leafs, lightning parted the sky. Hours passed but the storm raged on destroying that which human clung onto.
Trees were uprooted, rivers flooded, the earth was washed away.
Admits that chaos, admits the storm a solitary dark building, standing tall atop a lone hill. No other building was standing out as much as this mansion.
It was dark, except one light shining trough a single window.
On the other side of the glass, inside the room sat a man on the floor. He was battered and bruised with veins popping out and pulsating on his face. He wore a hoody over his head covering his white hair while his reading eyes focused on the laptop laying before him on the ground.
Since he was born into this world everything around repulsed and scarred him, even now as an adult he couldn't help but feel afraid. The will to leave was as strong as his desire to fulfill his goals. But it wasn't important, right now he was reading an article from a friend of his. He received it from him before all this had started, having met at a bar close to a harbor on Puerto Rico.
It was about a secret private military organization close to the middle east, theories of the implications that such an organization sprung from out of nowhere and what it could mean for the future.
He scoffed, stopping himself from chuckling, his leg cramped up again so he shifted a little, laying down sideways in the process, ignoring the pulsing and throbbing beneath his skin.
A sigh escaped his lips and his eyes glossed over the article again. It hadn't been published yet, which showed in the way it was structured and worded, though it probably won't since everything written here were the words of an enthusiast heralding paid arms, but there was something that stood out more and more throughout the text, something that picked his interest:
Snake = Big Boss
Every time the article deviates from a news report was when the leader of that private military was mentioned.
Big Boss, the legendary Soldier, a man of many names and many accomplishments, but it was that last sentence that appeared enigmatic:
"There can only be one Snake. One Boss."
It was a statement that appeared out of place, though considering that this article was about an organization that was either called "Diamond Dogs" or "Outer Haven" then it didn't appear as cryptic.
His eyes wandered off the article towards the other side of the window where the storm rages without a care. He stumbled onto his feet, supporting more his right leg than his left which limped slightly while he walked towards the light switch, turning it off he slumped to the ground back on the floor laying down and falling asleep.
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In the dream your vision was blurry, a field of white lilies surrounding you while the sky looked like it was about to cry. You were on your back,the grass soft, the smell of flowers and tears hurting your nostrils. Yet a question was still on your mind, why would the sky cry for you? Hadn't you fulfilled your duty? Didn't you save those who couldn't save themselves, protected the life everyone held dear?
Then why was this bearded man, wearing an eye-patch over is right eye standing over you looking like he broke on the inside?
Well, why shouldn't he? After all you were the one who forced him onto this path. He shouldn't cry, he shouldn't question where his loyalty laid, rather he should celebrate. He succeeded you, surpassed you and defeated a traitor.
He was going to be a hero and you…
…will be forgotten.
You wanted to tell him that it wasn't important how they felt, the two of you were soldiers after all, it was important how you could protect your everyday life and the people important to you.
You were Snake. You became the Boss.
A shot was fired.
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When he woke up, he wasn't sure if what he had dreamed about was the result of that article he read or if he was slowly turning insane. None the less the tears wouldn't stop, yet he wouldn't allow the lord of the house to see them.
Whose life was put to an end?
What was the greater good?
That dream confused him, he didn't know how to feel about his ultimate goal anymore. He stood up and regretted it immediately once the pulsing and twitching of his veins became more frantic but for once he didn't fall to the ground, nor did he spit out his own blood.
He stood tall, though painful, facing the sun shining through the window. Or the illusion of it since the storm has not stopped clouding the skies.
"I see, so you are awake." an old man with a cane appeared inside of the room, his skin ash gray while his eyes appeared to be pitch black "I don't need to tell you that it will take place tonight, don't be late." he watched the old man leave through the door, not bothering to tell him anything else. He stood in place, not feeling like moving for the moment.
Preparing himself he took deep breaths, inhaling, exhaling, not wavering in the following steps he did.
The house was as empty and lifeless as it was the night before, the walls decorated with paintings void of warmth filled with cold colors and morbid motives depicting the cruelty of the world aka the sins of War, World War II.
Bleak, inhuman.
Beside him on this seemingly endless showcase of human torture was a picture of him as a child – without color, dark and cold – a boy with more curly hair beside him, the old man standing behind them. Unchanging as the time went on, cold and void eyes just like nowadays, sitting on a chair while the boys held emotionless stares.
Slow moving feet, as well as time, light shining outside barely reaching the inside through the dark tree crowns. Light taps slowly dying in the corridors while memories of horror haunted this place and his mind.
While the flow of time moved with each step he took, he came to a halt once he saw a door. A colorless door barely opened to a small gap. He stood in front of the door many times before, wanting to meet, wanting to talk, but constantly stopping himself – at least that was the case until now.
Resolve and courage pumped from within through his nerves, he grabbed the knob greeting the occupant of the room with a warm smile.
A little girl too young to be kept in such a bleak and cold room, to innocent to wear the same face as the man in his dream…a little girl shouldn't be in a place like this. The room as it was could be described as empty and dark with only a chair, table and bed as interior. As hard as it sounded she had at least more than him.
The girl itself was covered in a purple theme. Purple hair with hints of black, a purple dress and shoes, though she had a red ribbon in her hair. Nothing extraordinary except for the color which anyone else made her look strange.
The thoughts within the dream came back to him, accidentally voiced his own "How can I protect our ordinary life if our lives wasn't ordinary to begin with?" he didn't receive an answer, though he didn't expect one. The girl just watched him, trotting closer to give him a hug however.
It should have been him. He should protect her, he should reassure her, he should embrace this girl who already lost the light in her eyes, her still slightly blue eyes which will turn into a dull purple if he didn't do anything. But he didn't do anything, he barely managed to kneel, letting the child do as she pleased while he held onto his emotions.
A single wish, a single desire, he would give it up if he could get stronger that way … but didn't. Without notice the girl put her hand into his belly pocket a white petal visible in her hand…He left the girl's room, leaving behind his regret, preparing for his fading life to burn up. He didn't want to give the old man the satisfaction of him arriving late, though his left arm and leg cramped up for a moment.
Noticing a faint light glowing on his hand, he saw the marks. Night fell, light disappeared. Ignoring everything when his eyes looked down the hall towards the dreaded door on the other side of the building down the stairs.
The gateway to hell was waiting for him, greeting first his nostrils with its foul scent and then his eardrums, with the sound of something slick moving against rock. In response his veins pulsated, nearly popping with the vigor it throbbed with, but he remained calm. He knew that whatever was waiting for him on the other side wasn't going to harm him yet.
Yet.
As if in trance he walked towards Hades mouth and entered the den of Gorgons without covering his eyes. He dared set the first foot on the cold stone staircase, feeling his resolve strengthen as well as weaken every time he was reminded of what usually reside inside of the pit, how it cleverly hid from his eyes.
The pain was constantly growing, numbing first the tips of his fingers and slowly creeping towards his heart. The sound of a gunshot echoed in his mind, the last thing he remembered from his dream.
How would Big Boss from the article face a situation like this? Would he laugh or stare down the lifeless eyes of the old man with as much hate as he did? As strange as it sounded he wanted to be like that man …no maybe it doesn't sound strange …but he would never be like that.
Big Boss, a mythos, a legend.
Too bad that he would never appear before him, but the thought was comforting. While he thought about it, the descend towards the old man wasn't as terrifying, imagining himself as Big Boss was invigorating.
The old man, as though he noticed his shift in resolution, looked up at him, yet didn't open his mouth. He stood still waiting in front of a circle with a pentagram in the middle, drawn with quicksilver, and a single piece of wood laying in the middle.
"You know what to do?" he nodded at the question, aware that the old man didn't care if he accomplished it or not- no, he knew that it was expected that he failed, that he died without giving a fight.
"Just chant the incantation and hope for the Servant to appear, right?" the old man sneered showing his disgustingly white teeth, he twitched at the sight refusing to step back however.
"Oh, but you are going to include a special line to the chant." a hollow laugh "Remember, since you are without a doubt the weakest, this will allow you to summon them into a specific class. This way you might even have the slightest of chances." the old man grinned showing his teeth once again while moving past him, handing him a rotten piece of paper. His knees buckled yet he refused to fall.
"Don't disappoint me."
He watched with half his good sight how the old man walked towards the stairs with his cane. It was a slow walk followed by a tock noise every time the cane hit the ground. Each tock reminiscent to the ticking of a clock. The time taken from him slowly passing in the clockwork of despair while the abominations of his past laughed at his misery. He would not allow his pain to foil everything, his pain wasn't important any longer.
He couldn't care less that the old man pretty much expected him to fall or die, why else would he go out of his way and give him something that might help, he was going to do it anyway. So he chanted. A prayer on his lips with a sliver of hope. A wish, a desire, a wonder, a legend whoever, whatever was going to appear, he didn't care, he could call forth the devil himself. If it could help him to uphold that promise, his duty.
With blinding light and echoing gunshot, a legend appeared.
Liquid Night
There was a storm within the chamber, raging white, dispersing the darkness. A white dot flew within the winds, blasting without being hurt, never disappearing, petals dancing in the wind while, a white lily ascending to the highest throne forming into a pillar of light taking the shape of a frame of limitless honor. White spread, binding and forming a human body.
Sturdy, the embodiment of resolve, a warrior appeared from within the circle.
An aura of confident dispelling the loneliness within the dark. Wearing a suite of white purity and battle hardened gauntlets. Sharp face, blond hair tied in a low ponytail while five dog tags hung from her neck while analyzing eyes judged the room. Her eyes enhanced the sternness of her face, not allowing a hint of hesitation in her features while her broad shoulders seemed to carry more than just her frame.
The body hovered high in the air, reaching as far as the ceiling, yet once the storm passed she fell head first to the ground. Before colliding with the ground she turned around her body to land on all four limbs. Hair swaying, heart beating, light dying. Her face low, her body resting for but a second till she shot up her head to look in front of her, then pulling her body backwards to stand firm on the ground.
She faced forward looking at a man who was far to aged looking for someone of his age. Her eyes looked upwards focusing on the old man. Her eyes flickered open a little but turned back to the man in front of her.
"I am Servant Berserker, to your Service."
She said as was commanded of her, while the man in front of her stuttered before showing his determination.
"I-I am Kariya Matou, the Matou Master."
Eying him she looked over his body, noticing his frail constitution, before nodding and turning towards the old man. The old one looked at her as if he had seen a ghost, slowly stepping backwards, though his eyes remained impassive, even cold, but he didn't say anything and left.
The old man fell into a steady walk, ignoring his cane while rushing to the child's room. He threw the door open, looking at the girl but stepped back when he felt something sting him.
A strand of white hair fell to the ground while the invisible hand of time pushed the cogs of the world backwards.
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Within the basement the woman in white waited for the pale man to move, but he only stared after the old man who had ghosted away. He turned towards her at last, voiced a few words until he stuttered a somewhat coherent sentence.
"Do you, …no never mind. Let's go Berserker." he said shaking his head from side to side, the woman remained where she was. A single eyebrow was raised and Kariya stumbled backwards from the intensity of those eye.
"Where do you intend to go, Sir?" she asked him while he dragged himself towards the stairs.
"Away from this house, away from that damn vampire!" Kariya was moving very slowly, trying to balance his weight mostly on his right leg. His movements were sluggish as if he had no feeling in his limbs, as such he hadn't noticed that Berserker took his arm and put it around her shoulder, supporting him while moving upwards.
His mouth opened and closed but no words were spoken, taking the chance she examined their situation.
"Sir, where is our base of operation?" he didn't answer "Do you think you can just go and wander through the streets in the open in your current condition?" he grimaced and balled his fists "I don't know what your relationship with that man is but consider the opportunities-"
"I can't stay here! We need to get out of here or…" he stopped his mouth, looking away from her face as well as balling his fists. She noticed it, as she had noticed everything else as well.
"A hostage then, someone important to you am I assuming right?" he nodded "Then why not dispose of him now?"
He shook his head.
"That's not possible…" he stopped moving, she turned her head to look into his wide open eyes "Wait, could it be…Do you know Zouken?"
She didn't answer at first, her eyes turned towards the basement. Kariya did as well, then faced the other way.
The sound of something clicking against stone, the sound of teeth clacking filled the room. Otherworldly green light shone upwards not touching the spreading, living, abyss which waited for the ones staring to stare back.
A grunt escaped her throat, watching with cold eyes what had awaited them should they have stayed on the ground. Pulling the weakened man along she took step after step ignoring the sound of licking.
On the other side of the door, Kariya nearly nearly lost his footing, a strong hand holding up however not allowing him to fall.
Eyes carefully examined the wall, the ground, the individual pictures hanging on the walls. Little thuds echoed from the ceiling while residing dust rose clouding the air. She moved, with Kariya resting against her, along the dark hallway still looking at the ceiling right where the sounds were coming from.
A staircase leading upwards, with little to no light shining down onto the form of a child.
The child had noticed a difference in the air, therefore had moved past the old man. Dissolving into shades the old man disappeared in the ground. Where he stood only maggots were left.
Buzzing was heard throughout the building.
Berserker stopped, she tilted her head sideways, listening intently where the sound was coming from.
It came from everywhere.
The sound shifted from place to place before disappearing on the other side of the basement entrance. She looked back, glaring at the ominous darkness residing on the other side of the door.
Within the ever expending abyss stood the old man holding his head while the ground appeared at his feet. He lifted his lifeless eyes returning the look of disdain through solid wood. His lips pressed together tightly shaking slightly until he shifted his gaze.
Berserker continued looking while Kariya's eyes fell from her towards the staircase. The child had descended from the upper floor waiting, watching, how the woman in white supported him.
"Sakura-chan" he whispered, the one holding him looked at the child as well then, half-carrying him to it, helping him kneel by letting her own leg bend backwards. Per chance did her and the little girl's eyes meet, one keeping their lips shut tight while the other was impassive.
Kariya didn't notice the exchange of looks, only embracing the child and promising to save her.
Berserker didn't say anything to the child, letting go of Kariya before turning to look around once again. When he let go of Sakura Berserker helped him get up.
"If you want to leave that badly, I suggest that we should do so now." she advised him stopping in her tracks however once her hand was taken by the child's. Turning around she gave the child a stern look before smiling warmly, taking her hand carefully back, she gave Kariya a look though he hadn't said anything about that interaction.
He looked away mumbling "Make it quick" letting go of the child, sluggishly moving towards the door.
Turning back to Sakura Berserker knelt taking the child's hand.
"I can't promise that we return" Kariya turned back harshly his eyes narrowed, the child's however looked into hers with scrunched eyebrows "But I can promise that we will win."
A small hand hung in the air, trying to grasp what was left by the soldier, a single tear, a single smile gracing a pained face. Watching the leaving backs of those two facing the eminent darkness fearlessly looking into a storm.
"Do we have a place of operations beside your father's mansion?" she asked as he hung on her shoulder to move away from the property. Her voice carried a tone of authority while Kariya's was small and weak in comparison.
He shook his head not uttering a word while his teeth clattered. The wind was picking up, ripping one leaf after another from trees and bushes, baring the roots and branches supporting the fragile balance of life.
"How do you know that monster is my…?" he voiced pulling his hoody over his head more tightly against his face, the veins on his face pulsing irregularly.
"The pictures hanging on the walls." she answered moving a little faster towards the property gates. The ground was dark, damp from the rain but missing signs of life … of normal life. No mice, birds of "insects". In a weather like this normally worms would crawl up from beneath the surface, but no sign of natural life, not even the grass had the color of green.
Hard earth and dark colored trees, a mansion void of light while the sky lit up a pure white with each lightning breaking through the air, the sky, the silence.
She lifted her leg in front of the gate kicking the the old metal construction with enough force to break it. Hurriedly Berserker dragged Kariya off the property while the hard ground moistened in the form of dots from below.
The abyss broke open, covering the grounds sporadically while staying within the border.
A mansion atop a hill, sinking into ever dark blackness, blue eyes narrowed while a ghostly hand patted her back reassuringly. Throwing Kariya over her shoulder she took off towards the city in a light jog.
"First a base, then medical attention and then planning for the war." Berserker proposed receiving a grunt from Kariya as a reply which was lost in the passing scenery of the dark forest, stairs and the closest street lights.
She slowed down once they reached the settlements. The night was still silent and dark, save for the lights in the houses and in the distance. She put him against a tree in the shadows while reaching out into an empty space, a suitcase appeared in her hand, dark gray with snakes carved on both sides.
Kariya looked with both eyes wide open when Berserker changed from her white combat clothes to a black tuxedo with white shirt, black tie and a white flower in the breast pocket in an instant. He opened his mouth but closed it when she took the case voicing a single "I'll be back immediately" before disappearing into dust.
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She walked casually through the streets looking for a suitable residence. Her eyes watched the people who dared leave their homes during the calm of the storm and stared at her before looking away from the hard look she gave them. They probably were wondering why a woman was walking alone at this hour.
The city was neither poor nor rich. The people were on edge looking around for anything that was suspicious even retreating from places like parks, streets or the few shops still open at this point of time.
Money however doesn't sleep, it never did nor will.
She walked into an alley towards a business building with a large glass facade in the front. Inside were a reception with three ladies waiting for customers. Despite the late hour and the general lack of people on the streets. From outside it appeared like a bank.
Walking right through the front door Berserker greeted the reception lady with a friendly smile.
"Hello Mam', could you help me, please?" the miss looked surprised smiled back however.
"Of course, how may we be of help?"
"I need a little financial help for my contractor though I'm relatively new to the town."
"I see, please let me talk to the manager. May I ask what name I should tell him?" Berserker smiled.
"Of course, I work under John Doe" the ladies stiffened "and tell him to make it fast a snake likes to wait but it can get impatient too."
The reception lady hurriedly left her post with a quick excuse leaving the blond behind. The tone of her voice was resolute and matter to fact.
Behind the reception was a billboard with a gap behind it leading to a door. The reception lady knocked on the door. A grunt came through and she immediately said "John Doe would like to have money…That is the first time since World War II someone used that password so I don't know what to do!"
The door opened revealing a bald man standing at least two heads above her, speaking in a thick Russian accent "Just go to the boss, the old guys'll know." he stepped past her, allowing her to move past him while he walked towards their guest.
The reception lady looked over her shoulder choking her head rapidly, quickly focusing at the task at hand.
The Russian stepped slowly out from behind the billboard, walking to the place the lady stood at previously. Putting both his large hands in front of his belly, he looked down on the blond with a sneer.
She looked back with a raised eyebrow.
The bald man wore a black turtleneck with dark blue jeans and black shoes. He balanced on his feet a little grinning while looking at the blond from different angles.
The clock was ticking.
Time moved tick tock.
The reception lady walked to the elevator.
Tick tock.
The bald man took hold of the front desk laying both hands flat on the surface, pushing away the office tools and paper making the other woman step back from their desks.
"John Doe?" he said accentuating each 'o' while he lowered his face to meet the blond's ice cold stare.
Tick Tock.
Knocking on a door on the utmost highest floor of the building a deep accentuated "Enter" was spoken.
Tick tock.
The Russian stared intently at her, leaning farther over the reception squishing his eyebrows together.
Tick.
"What do they want?" a group of sic elderly man sat at a oval table playing cards while smoking cigars. The smoke rose undisturbed to the ceiling flowing through the cracks of a broken window where a dark brown haired woman sat. the woman was scantly clothed with her chest nearly completely exposed letting rain drops from outside on a shard she held fall onto her skin.
The reception lady looked at the other woman saying "John due would like to have money." The old ones all looked at her as if she went insane then laughed.
"That old password from the war? Who still uses that?" the lady looked a little offended.
"I'm sorry to ask, but what exactly does that mean? It was one of the few passwords that no one bothered to explain to us in the beginning." a bald man with green eyes walked from the shadows to her.
"It's an old code that US soldiers would use to get weapons, provisions and medical equipment from the Russian Mafia when they came to Fuyuki 60 years ago, though it was illegal and dangerous at the time. So go off prepare what the customer wanted we'll watch that person from up here." he said motioning to the monitors in a backroom.
"Oh, I apologize, then I will go back before Ivan down there goes out of control again."
Tock.
The Russian looked at Berserker intently,, still leaning over the desk. She remained calm, looking from side to side without turning her head. A total of three, with another pair waiting behind the billboard.
One of them shifted from one leg to another holding both hands at his waist while the one from the other side put on a pair of punching rings. The one in front of her wasn't doing anything but bite on his lower lip.
Tick.
A drop of sweat.
Tock.
Knuckles popping.
Tick.
The lightly clothed woman got up, the others fell silent waiting for her to walk past them. She went to the monitor room looking at the guest who at that moment looked right into the camera. The woman's eyes opened slightly wider, then glared.
The group sitting around the table stared at the woman with mixed expressions. Especially when she disappeared.
The green eyed man then walked the reception lady back out of the room "Let's get those goods."
Tock.
Berserker smiled, the Russian's eyebrows twitched at that, showing his teeth while his body choc.
"Do you have a smoke?" the Russian's eyes opened opened wide lifting his head. He blinked a few times before grabbing into his pockets.
Tock.
The reception lady together with the green eyed man exited the elevator together both of them holding a relatively heavy appearing suitcase.
A flame was lit eating away at the material letting smoke rise into the air. Breath in. Breath out. Letting out a sigh as well as a cloud of toxic addicting smoke slowly disappearing in the air.
"Thank you" the blond said lifting the cigar from her lips while the bald Russian smiled putting his box of cigars and zipper back into his pockets.
The reception lay walked to her bald colleague grabbing him by the arm and dragging him away from the desk, though he looked around in irritation.
The other two moved back as well.
The bald man with green eyes carried the case on his own, laying it on the desk. He opened the clips on the case opening it and presenting the contents to the blond. At that moment he looked into her eyes the frown on her face and the resolute appearance making him take a double take.
The blond looked over to the reception lady then to the man in front of her. She gave a nod before taking the case and closing it.
"The basics I believe," the green eyed man explained "A custom operator from China, especially notice the modifications on the grip making it easier to hold a knife as well…Here are also a few packs of Rations, Medicine and a Vitamin Pack…"
"The city changed a lot. At least my contractor said as much." the blond said looking from the corner of her eyes to the different security cameras. The man in front of her looked down, the corner of his lips dropping slowly.
"This city, Fuyuki, it has always been strange. During the last world war Americans and Russians working together…the Mafia splitting up…mysterious murders…Be careful, the streets nowadays has the same smell as the war sixty years ago."
"Do not worry about me. Just forget that I was here and you will receive the payment in due time."
She looked into the case one last time before closing the lid, took a deep breath of her cigar and took it off the desk. The blond didn't look at the people inside the room again while she took her own case, walking with a straight back the same way she came. The cigar fell from her lips to the ground with her foot stomping on it, a hard look directed towards the center of the room.
"Good night." Berserker walked in a comfortable pace, her eyes trained forward not letting those lurking in the shadows know that she noticed them.
Turning around a corner she disappeared.
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Inside the building earlier the brown haired woman reappeared with the green eyes bald man standing beside her.
"You aren't going to follow her?" he asked but the woman shook her head. A hard look grazed her face while her jaw tightened. She then turned around throwing a skull mask onto the desk. Then in Japanese she said "Don't fight those" before disappearing again.
The bald man just stared at the place where she stood "The city isn't safe. Again. Even the black hound returned to Fuyuki…"
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The shadows moved ignored by the people ignorant of their existence. They moved silently, spotting a blond they hadn't seen before. They followed her, she hadn't noticed them. She wore a tuxedo in black carrying two suitcases. But they couldn't see her face.
Time and time again the shadows tried to get a glimpse but she skillfully walked around a corner or disappeared into a more crowded streets mingling with her surrounding.
Watching.
Moving.
They ran after her as she walked to a secluded street.
She ran.
They ran.
The shadows knew every nook and cranny within the city, knew she ran into a dead end. It was dark, the moon disappeared behind a veil of dark clouds while the wind picked up.
Streetlights, illusions of surfaces not there but brightening what hid in the night. Shadows ghosting through the empty alley. They walked on meek legs covered by long coats looking from side to side exposing the skull covering their faces.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Slow steps, a raging wind howling in the distance baring its icy fangs against those unprepared for its ferocity.
Waiting.
Waited.
The shadows watched, close to the corners of the street, slowly, step by step nearing a metal box at the end of the alley. The smell of rotten flesh and garbage spread as far as the shadows stood. With swiftness one of them grabbed the edge of the dumpster lifting the lid high up.
There was rotten flesh, the stench of abandoned garbage.
The shadows watched, grabbing into the content of the metal box.
A sound of clacking.
They stirred fast, watching, looking into the direction sprinting out of the alley.
Once the wind had picked up, a cardboard box at the left side of the alley fell over. In its place cowered Berserker with the cases beneath her. She got up, took her luggage and walked towards the corner of the streets. She put the cases on the ground before looking around the corner seeing the shadows disappearing into the night again.
Kneeling down the blond picked up the cases again, walking into the opposite direction of the shadows. Moving through backstreets and alleys until she reached the city borders.
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Kariya sat up once he saw Berserker return. She was carrying two cases still spurting her tuxedo as well, her eyes still examining the surrounding.
A bee flew past his face, right towards the blond, disappearing in a blue flame.
"Good, looks like we aren't watched anymore." she said letting down one case to help Kariya up. he took her hand, noticing how rough it felt, before he was pulled upwards.
"Come sir, I have found a suitable base for operations in the close vicinity." putting his arm around her neck to help the man move with a last look at the spreading abyss atop that hill. Kariya could only move slowly though . His body was either too stiff or too lax, therefore making each of his steps uneven.
They walked along the city borders, not far from the buildings but still in the shadows.
Berserker changed directions, pulling him forcibly into the forest. Each tree they passed looked the same, dark grim, flowers were ripped apart by the wind yet within the natural fortress where no sound nor breath was heard.
Silence.
They passed the x-th tree this time Kariya noticed a mark on it, as if a claw ripped through it. Not far from that tree a building was seen.
The walls bore bullet holes, while the door looked as rotten as the rest of the building. Moistness, erosion hurt the supporting pillars destroying the fundamentals, the ceiling fell onto the lower floors bringing down most of what must once have been a base.
Kariya's eyes looked for his companion's, her saw her eyes narrow. They moved to the front of the building entering through the once wooden door. Inside he could see how damaged everything was. Walls crumbled left and right around large bullet rounds, the smell of gun powder, the screams of battle echoing from the past.
This place reeked of War, bloodshed and tragedy.
Rounds, shells of various sizes, left over guns and bayonets, all of it created a picture of battle.
The scars on the wooden table, the walls and paintings, a close quarter confrontation in which one of them used the objects to slide and claw from place to place, installing fear into their minds. Holes on the wall, large rounds were shot at various enemies at once.
Charred patches washed away by time and rain, proof of a pyromaniac blazing through the halls with near endless fury enough to make the enemy scream.
Single shots, little holes left by a highly precise shooter instantly killing whoever was unfortunate to cross his line of sight.
A ghostly atmosphere, talking walls, silent kills with skill and precision.
A bee nest, reminder of endless torture and the pain of constantly being stung.
Gunshots, knives, throws, shots, joyful ferocious massacring with skill, power and the grace of a snake.
A single knife attached on the wall, a pure black blade with red grip. Kariya examined the object once they passed it, a single drop of sweat falling to the ground.
"Come" Berserker said leading Kariya through a still intact door, in a hall filled with battles and blood. He was astonished how the marks of cruelty howled, caused by the passing wind, as if greeting them.
At the end of the hallway was a well lit room, a wonder since everything else was as destroyed and old as the forest it was build in. Yellow light shone onto the mahogany wood bathing them into a deep red. On the far right and left walls were bookshelves making Kariya realize that the room was octagonal. Aside from the shelves the only other furniture were a table in the middle, three chairs, two communicative devices and a picture of the supreme leader of Germany…
Kariya's eyes opened wide as he took the sight of a swastika spinning leftwards painted with red blood around a dark haired man with a short mustache between his upper lip and nose…a square shaped beard, a sign on the wall, several of the sword like weapons adorning the walls around it. A single organization shot through his head, a single name nearly leaving his mouth, yet Berserker threw her case on the table acting as if she was at home.
She helped Kariya move to the broadest chair, letting him sit on it "Show me your upper body" he shook his head.
"I will die, I know it, there isn't anything you can do. Though there is something you should tell me."
"Of course, but let us get the poison in your veins out first."
"Poison?"
"The Symptoms you're showing are the same as the many US Soldiers, especially high ranking officers, had during the War. Courtesy of of course."
Kariya's mouth hung wide open.
"Let me apply a few things on your body, a comrade of mine had figured out how to mostly prevent the worst effects."
He coughed violently, lifting his good leg while the veins showing on his skin pulsated just as ferocious. Berserker reacted quickly, opening the case while afterward ripping Kariya's hoody open, showing a body which looked as tortured and thin as any war victim she had seen.
She pushed two needles into his chest, one where his heart was, another at his meridian.
"I'll leave him to you" the blond whispered stepping back as a ghostly figure appeared, covering in pale blue flames.
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The old man in his mansion gripped his head, screaming a bone chilling high-pitched cry, cursing and throwing black dots of his body. The abyss was pulsing like a heartbeat, falling apart and regrouping.
"WHY!" the old man screamed, blue flames burning his palms. His hands fell off, burnt and disappeared. He looked at the ceiling with his lifeless eyes ablaze with sorrow "Why have you shamed us?! Why have you returned?!"
His screams ate at the walls of silence, stirring up a man with curly hair. The bottle in his hand was mostly empty while he massaged his eyelids. Looking from side to side in confusion he fell from his chair flat on his bum when another scream echoed into the night.
In the child's room nothing was heard. Sakura however held her chest affectionately, smiling brightly at the moon within the storms eye.
The storm raged, hiding, exposing, silencing, enhancing, nothing was certain once the wind changes.
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Berserker was sitting with her back against the wall. Her eyes closed though she stirred once the grunts from Kariya's mouth resembled words.
She got up and stayed by his side.
His eyes were without focus, blood woven and appearing glassy, small worm like creatures laid on the table, scattered on the floor.
None moved, none were alive.
Blood dripped from Kariya's mouth, Berserker opened it and examined his tongue. He then proceeded to check his pulse by taking his hand. It was going fast, though stabilizing. The blond couldn't use any more painkillers, therefore he had to overcome this on his own.
"What would happen if you tell someone about what your family does?" even if he had to do it on his own, it didn't mean she couldn't get his brain to work at least. Taking hold of the second case she took out a flask and infusion bag.
She took out a cord and needle, put them together and slowly slid the needle into an artery in Kariya's arm. Light milk colored liquid escaped from the infusion through the cord into Kariya's blood circulation.
"Since Zouken could be classified as a heretic," the man started sweating, coughing yet holding on "Since our family crest is as rotten as he is…" he coughed hard, but before he could convulse the blond put an arm on his body to hold him down.
"They will take the girl with them as well." Berserker stated, he nodded "Am I right to assume that Makiri had promised to let the girl go once you win?"
His bloodshot eyes focused on her fierce blue ones.
"You can't trust him."
"It's the only way!" he screamed to the best of his ability, spitting out blood while sweat surfaced all over his skin. Berserker stared at him. He stayed silent.
Intense.
"That was the only way to describe her look.
In her eyes was no sign of hesitation.
"Sir, Kariya, where does your loyalty lie?" he remained silent, biting his lips to a point that he drew blood.
"Rest until you are ready. I will stay by your side though I will remain as inactive as possible so it wouldn't strain you too much."
He looked at her, his eyes slowly closing as fatigue caught up to him.
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The Rain was not letting up, the storm was hindering the take off, making the guests wary since delays meant extra costs.
A young man talked with his friends and his new colleague about their coming journey. He smiled yet it didn't reach his eyes. When no one was looking he pulled out a pendant from his pocket, smiling with a pained expression at the picture before putting it away.
He wore baggy clothes, round glasses and was fighting with his unruly hair. The flight was postponed and even redirected.
Next stop Fuyuki.
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"Are you sure that I should accompany you madam?" a blond wearing a black tuxedo with black shirt asked, the person pulled on a pair of black gloves, eyes trained on the mirror.
"Please don't be so formal Saber, call me Irisviel or Iri is you want to." white hair, brightening a place where no light could feel hope, red irises as unusual as the kind smile adoring her face. A woman wearing grace around her sleeves just like the white jacket she wore.
"I don't want to impose myself on you." Saber said looking over her shoulder to meet Irisviel's gaze.
Hard mistrusting eyes softened, relaxed, closed.
The pale skinned woman pulled her legs up against her chest, resting her head on the kneecaps, a smile adoring her face "It's what he wanted and I am not against it either."
The blond looked at her for a little longer, smiled and bowed making the white haired laugh.
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Old and grizzled, surrounded by young recruits, man, woman. Those carrying guns, knives and badges on their shoulders. He looked over them smoking a Cuban cigar, a black eye patch covered his right eye. He wore a green military uniform complementing his impressive beard with a fox stitched in from of an emblem.
He looked from the youngsters to the sky taking out his cigar. The clouds were still dark yet red and orange light illuminated the darkening sky.
It had rained yet they continued their training, they all watched him with wide open eyes saluting when he looked at them yet a certain memory haunted him.
He faced the wind, the setting sun awaiting the night, the new morning, closing his eyes and embracing the coming storm.
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Berserker smiled, joyful, irritated, facing upwards where the sky was, the storm passing leaving a new dawn in its wake.
The sun rose greeting the day.
Opening her eyes she embraced the calm.
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To Be Continued
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A/N: I will be honest here, this story was born because of someone who actually wrote The Boss getting summoned into the grail War but that someone deleted his/her story so its my turn to give the Boss justice.
Another thing you're probably wondering is if this is a Fate/Metal Gear crossover or the other way around. I actually intend to make this a Fate-story in the Metal Gear world so expect some shit to hit the fan.
I actually hope that the people reading this story give me the chance to make this as great as it can be and not get discouraged because of my Author name.
I hope you enjoyed this story, please be so kind to give me a little feedback in form of a review and enjoy reading my first crossover story.
Yours dear
Sha Yurigami