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The phone rang several times before Shirou picked it up. His eyes were bleary from an uneasy, tormented sleep. He looked like hell. His hand trembled from too much coffee and his gritty voice cracked.
"H-hello?"
"Mr. Emiya..." It was the police officer, Matsui, who was in charge of the investigation. Shirou could tell right away from the man's voice that he did not have good news.
"Yes?"
"We found her."
Shirou had been expecting this call from the first day. He had practiced several things he might say in response, but he was drawing a blank now, managing to merely sputter out an "oh".
"I'm sorry," the cop said softly, "but you should probably come down to see this."
Shirou mangled a word or two of acceptance and hung up. He rose from the couch and prepared to leave. He put on a jacket and walked past the kitchen, where Rin, Sakura, and Ilya were watching something on television. It wouldn't be right to disturb their peace now; they would find out soon enough.
He closed the door softly behind him and headed out into the chilly autumn afternoon. The sun was waning on the horizon, and a cicada was off somewhere singing sadly, echoing the young man's own emotions. It was time to see his Fuji-nee again... or rather, what was left of her.
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Blood. There was blood everywhere. Shirou was frozen in place, clutching the police tape in front of him. He didn't even want to step over it, something was holding him back, probably his own fear, or fury. Suddenly he noticed something sparkling on the ground a few yards away. He made his way over to it and picked it up.
It lay next to the lifeless hand, now outstretched and sitting in the dirt, completely detached from its corresponding arm. Shirou could barely stomach the whole grisly scene, but he grimly bent down and picked up the object. He held it up to his hand. It was a little gold ring, with a simple geometric design around the band. He pocketed it, and moved on.
It was several years later when Shirou found out something of interest about that ring. He was at the library to pick something up for Ilya and he had wandered over to the history section on a whim. In a book about ancient civilizations he came across a picture of an archaeological site. A smiling American man held several pieces of jewelry he had dug up. A close-up showed that one of those items was a ring which looked very much like the one he had found. Shirou swallowed hard as he read the caption:
"This ancient jewelry, believed to be from the Uruk period, was unearthed in Iraq three years ago, and likely belonged to a wealthy Sumerian family or, if Dr. Williams' theory is correct, the king himself."