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Gilgamesh was bored.
He abhorred boredom.
The day was hot and as he fiddled with the sleeve of his coat, he briefly regretted wearing it over his black cotton shirt. But he just didn't feel right when he wasn't wearing something long sleeved because the mongrels around him always seemed to try and brush against him whenever they had the chance. He grimaced at the thought – attractively, of course. It was impossible for a man that was two-thirds god to make a face anything short of perfect.
His blond hair sat over his forehead because having it slicked back seemed to attract too much attention from the petty humans that now inhabited his tainted lands. They scurried about their mundane, uninteresting lives trying to, but not completely being able to ignore his existence. Despite him trying to blend in, he exuded a confidence, an aura that only he could. Thus, it still attracted the attention of quite the number of men and women alike. Regardless of age. They were drawn to him. Some even tried to speak, but he was always far too disgusted and amused to give a proper answer.
Plebeians speaking to Kings.
What a stupid occurrence. Something that could only happen in a foul world such as this. A society that had lost its rightful ruler. These people were fools. Fools that didn't know a King – their King walked amongst them.
Gilgamesh was currently in what Kotomine Kirei –his current Master, an absurd title– called an aquarium. There wasn't much to do, really. He had been interested for the first few hours, but now he was getting tired of looking at the artificial lights and man-made environments that the more inferior life forms stayed caged in for entertainment. Poor things didn't even know they were being held captive. Ignorance was bliss, he supposed. In a way, they reminded him of all his subjects around him. Happy go lucky fools that needed a good bout of punishment from the hand of god. No. God was such a ridiculous, overused term. Besides, he would never place himself on the same level as those he despised. King of Heroes or King of Kings was far more accurate.
He was slowly learning all about this new world that had risen while he had his back turned. A ridiculous society filled with nothing but weaklings and fakers. This new earth couldn't hold a candle to his previous kingdom.
It was sickening.
Uruk was a grand place. Here, mongrels bred and lived without purpose. He had learned that some supposedly found their purpose along the way, while others didn't at all. That, or they didn't have the means to follow their calling. Working and slaving away like mindless drones. They were better off dead. During his reign, even the most pitiable or youngest of slaves had purpose, had duty. There was no such thing to be found here. The gods weren't around to help show them their path anymore – only he was left. That was only right though. It was part of the reason he was born, after all. To become the Keystone of Heaven, ensuring that the humans recalled the fading gods.
Those selfish, self-important gods that could only impose and thrust things onto others.
He was appointed their observer, their judger, their King.
Their babysitter.
Thoroughly annoyed by his thoughts, Gilgamesh slowly made his way back to the church where he had taken residence. Purposely taking a longer way back because he knew that there was some kind of service going on. It was strange for him to stay in a place where jealous gods – or was it god? – were worshipped, but it made sense. This was the closest thing to a temple that existed in the city. There was also a seemingly infinite supply of wine and he could easily get his hands on funds to purchase only the finest of silverware and goblets. Though there were times when the loud bells would wake him or when he could hear singing at the most ridiculous of times, but he could live with it. The singing wasn't bad – tacky, maybe. They were songs about worship and praise. Not his taste, but the lyrics amused him if only for a few seconds.
He'd sit in and watch sometimes. Close his eyes and listen to the men and women clad in white as they sang songs of thanks to the Heavens that had long abandoned them. The Heavens that had sent him in their place. But he wouldn't grant their wishes. Why would he? All humanity did was continuously sin and destroy itself. Even in the church. Whenever he watched, he could always feel the eyes of a few nuns and teenage brats on him.
Disgusting.
Disgusting, disgusting, disgusting.
What were they thinking while in the pure house of their absent God?
He didn't blame them for finding him attractive – otherworldly, almost.
But they were hypocrites, the lot of them.
Gilgamesh sighed loudly and brought a hand to his forehead, shaking the thoughts away. Dispelling them by rubbing his thumb over his brow. Part god he may be, but he was also part human. He wasn't immune to those vile lines that appeared because of a furrowed brow. His human side was irritating at times, but he'd never renounce it. The fact that he had the knowledge of both man and the divine was an advantage available only to him and his fellow demigods.
"Excuse me!" A woman said, a ways in front of him. She stood at a corner he had to turn left at to get back to the church. She had dark hair and a slim body. Her trembling hands and unsettled eyes gave the appearance of nervousness. "I've been watching you all this time, if you want could we please get to know each other bet—"
Gilgamesh closed his eyes and continued walking right past her, as silent as ever. How foolish for a commoner to ask him for something. He had rejected Ishtar, the Goddess of fertility, herself. Why would he accept a mortal mongrel?
He didn't have to turn or even open his eyes to know that her eyes had widened and she was furiously trying to catch up to his long strides. It was a common occurrence. How boring. He wasn't interested in someone that would offer herself before him like a common whore. She was frantically yelling, shouting something that his mind didn't care to register. The words went straight into one ear and right out the other.
"Hey!" She screamed just as he was about to open the gate of the church. "I'm talking to you!"
Gilgamesh easily sidestepped her hand that was about to reach out and grab his clothes. They may not have been the fine silk robes he was used to, but he liked this particular outfit and it wouldn't do for some random woman to touch him. He wasn't in the mood for a lay and he wasn't desperate enough to get in bed with such a revolting girl. She needed to know her place. A place not beside a King, not even as his courtesan. Gilgamesh turned crimson eyes to her and she immediately flushed red – another common occurrence, one that he yet again, couldn't blame her for.
Otherworldly, was written clearly in his reflection in her eyes.
He could see it. He wanted to shatter that ethereal dream she must've been imagining. How dare she have the gall to actually hold his eye?
With his hands in his pockets, he smirked and spoke.
"I'm not interested in the mundane beauty of third rate mongrels," he said, in his usual haughty tone. His words and attitude must have been surprising because her eyes widened. Had she thought him to be prince like? Absurd. The world wasn't rainbows and sunshine, fairytales were for fools. It was the ones with assuming minds that he loathed the most. "You're in the presence of a beautiful being. Filth like you should stay quiet at your place beneath my feet."
Her hands shook as she continued to stare at him like a frog. "W-Wha—!"
Before she could further express her surprise, Kirei, in all his priestly garb had opened the gate. He looked over him with dead eyes, before looking at the young girl. "You're back," he said, monotone. "And who might you be? I'm afraid services today are over. But you are free to come back tomorrow."
"Uhm," the girl turned to the priest. "N-No, I'm just—"
Gilgamesh didn't stay long enough to hear the end of that sentence. He walked past Kirei, muttering, "There are too many insects in this world. Looking at them makes me ill."
The priest didn't respond as Gilgamesh walked across the desolate courtyard and to the basement where he stayed. Despite the gloominess of the place, it was finely decorated. The interior wasn't as pristine as he was used to, instead it had a darker feeling to it – ominous. Still, it was classy. Everything was done in gold, dark wood and deep reds. Illuminated by candles. Few modern electronics were littered about the room, proving that he was indeed from a different era. An immaculate bed was in the corner, a table with highly detailed carvings sat to the left alongside a soft couch that housed a velvet throw blanket. Beside it was a desk, bookshelf, and a large glass container.
A square thing that housed the only prized possession he was unable to keep in his vaults.
Sitting and pouring himself a glass of wine, he stared at its contents.
A snake's former skin.
This clear shedding was what was used to summon him during the Fourth Holy Grail War. It was a memento of an era long gone and perhaps one of his only physical memories of a journey that had changed his life. For it to be used to bring him to this foul time must have been fate. He was here to tear down this place and make it new. Cull the people, strip them of their lazy encouraging luxuries and restart time.
He needed the grail for that reason, but not that reason alone.
He took a sip of wine, one hand reaching out to touch the glass' surface. Cold and smooth under his fingertips. It was easy for him to recollect days long forgotten, days that only he could recall. Echoes of the past whose ghosts haunted his mind. History may have been recorded in books and other texts, but only he was left to truly remember what the rest of the world had forgotten. What they left behind. There was a loneliness of sorts – a sadness that came with that realization.
Nostalgia may not have been the best companion, but it did hold an undeniable sweetness to it. One that made him keep his eyes on the snake skin in front of him.
"Shuri," he called the name with a smirk, the soft trails of content amusement flashing across his face. He raised his goblet to the shedding, his reflection silently toasting him in his isolation. "How daring of you to make even me wait."
Deep in his memories, he still remembered what he felt when he had made his decision all those years ago. The decision that he would be fine if that journey never ended, because he had found someone far from boring. A creature that always entertained him hidden where he least expected. He had thought that the mere idea of such a person existing was inconceivable – utter nonsense, but he couldn't change the fact that he had been wrong. However, just that once, he didn't mind.
'Quiet down, worm,' his voice echoed somewhere in the back of his mind as he stared at his reflection on the container's surface. 'You're annoying. I'll leave you behind.'
"This is what happens when you aren't quiet," he said aloud. Cocky. She hated that attitude of his, always biting back. Gilgamesh could imagine the look on her face, it was easy to. He could hear footsteps somewhere in the distance, getting closer. But that didn't stop him from talking. "If you don't plan on coming to me then I'll come get you myself."
He raised his glass once more and downed the rest of his wine.
"The fifth war is almost upon us."
A/N: New fic to replace OBR that's just about to leave my ongoing list. :) I hope it's alright so far. These are short chapters but they will get longer by the third, this is just to get the ball rolling. YOU NEED TO READ THE EVENT CHART ON MY WORDPRESS. The event chart has fictional and non-fictional information that I won't be putting up in Author's Notes of my fic. It's far too long. This fic will follow the remake of Fate Stay Night Unlimited Blade Works. This story is set in the past, but there are a few future chapters of Gilgamesh's thoughts set during the ten year time skip between the fourth and fifth Holy Grail War. It doesn't go into any canon events except towards the end of the anime, so if anyone expects to see dozens of Saber's fight scenes or random appearances by Rin and Shiro then this fic is not for you.
This fic will be a short story fic. 10-25 chapters.
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