A/N: Yeah so I'm bored and there's plenty of ideas floating outa my head that doesn't have to do with the fiction I'm writing so I go and make some one-shots. Keep in mind, that these one-shots might serve as the foundation of knew fics i'll be thinking of in the future.

Disclaimer: Fate/Stay Night belongs to Type Moon. I own only a copy of their amazing game.

The room was dark and cold to the girl as she huddled in the corner. She didn't know the reason but her body shivered heavily against her wishes and a tightening of her heart made her unwilling to face anything. It had been like this for every day and night ever since she was taken from her family. She didn't know why but these strange men in cloaks and hoods had taken her from her father and brother. They forced her into some strange building and had her battle against monsters.

-Flashback-

The little girl laughed in joy as she raced her brother across the open fields of their farm. Her movements were quick for her age and her brother had to huff a little just to catch up to her. She dodged through wheats, leaped across rivers, and climbed up stalks just to make the job of him catching her all the much harder.

Suddenly, she noticed her brother had stopped. She wondered why his face had suddenly went tensed and he lowered his body as if to fight. Curious, she turned around and was immediately greeted with a person in a heavy black cloak and a equally heavy black hood obscuring his or her features.

She tilted her head and wondered why this person would be here of all places when suddenly, the person lunged forward. Surprised, she was immediately captured in its arms and carried away, despite her struggles. The sounds of her brother's voice pierced through her ears and she tried to follow it until it suddenly stopped in mid-sentence, as if someone had knocked him out. The girl teared and tried calling to him but she was quickly silenced with some strange blob forming on her mouth. It stuck like glue and prevented her from opening her mouth, much less speaking.

-End Flashback-

Ever since, the girl was subjected to torture and training. The men were merciless in their trials and she was forced to fight and kill at such a early age. They would force her to fight men nearly thrice as large as her and her body suffered numerous injuries. Yet instead of healing, the men simply injected strange colored liquids into her and told her to heal herself. She did, after much mental agony, and learned to heal her body but that didn't mean her mind, or her soul.

Then, in one night, everything changed. The training, the experiments, the torture. Everything changed and it wasn't for the better.

-Flashback-

The girl panted in exhertion as she faced her foe. The large beast looked like something taken from the deepest parts of the abyss. It was completely covered in black and the only thing visible for her from its shadows are the two red eyes that stare at her with the full intention to kill.

The girl narrowed her eyes and readied her sword. It was one of the few things she actually enjoyed. A blade that was perfect and yet lacked the fire. It was something she felt that belonged to her, no matter what.

The beast howled and lunged forward. It gave a powerful strike towards her, which she parried, and twisted its body to deliver a punishing back kick. Because the girl was still young, her body wasn't able to handle the kick and she was sent sailing through the air and crashing onto the opposite wall.

The beast gave a snort and white mist escaped its nostrils. It went on all four and began tracking the ground, looking for the most obvious of weakness coming from her. It saw it and took its chance. The beast lunged forward once again, fully intent on finishing its prey.

'Why am I fighting?'

The beast was getting closer and closer. There was nothing in its path.

'Why am I dying?'

The beast gave a mighty roar as it got closer. Just as it got close enough, it leaped into the air and brandished its razor sharp claws.

'I don't want to die...'

Nothing was in its path. No one stopped it. The beast came closer and closer.

'I WANT TO LIVE!'

Suddenly, the ground shook and a bright light flared through the entire battlefield. The observers suddenly began talking in hushed, excited tones as the beast howled in agony and leaped away. Everyone held their breath as the light subsided. They strained their eyes to see what awaited their vision in the glowing center.

The girl stood up from the rubble. Where before, she had nothing but brown rags as clothes and a normal broadsword as a weapon, she now wears a royal blue dress and luxurious silver armor. Her limp and dirty blonde hair now shown in clean, vibrant colors and is tied up in a elaborate braid. In her hand, the broadsword changed as well. It now has a golden hilt, a clean gold guard, and the blade shines with light and energy.

The girl, unaware of the talks and whispers of her observers, only focus on the cowering beast before her. She raised her sword and in instinct, suddenly know its name. Her mind cleared and her eyes narrowed. For this wretched creature, it will be the end.

"EX-"

The sword suddenly blasted golden energy everywhere. The girl didn't seem to mind at all as she brought it down in a clean, vertical strike.

"-CALIBUR!!"

A beam of golden energy exploded from the powerful sword and seared through the battlefied at impossible speeds. The beast gave a roar of denial and tried to fend it off but its darkness was completely illuminated by the attack. The beast wasn't even able to howl in pain as his body was ripped apart in fractions of a second.

The girl gasped and breathed deeply as the energy that sustained her form suddenly left her body. The blue dress and silver armor gave way to plain brown rags. Her elaborate braid became limp and the golden hair suddenly became pale and dirty again. Her amazing gold sword lost its light and became a normal broadsword. The girl gave one last breath before falling to the ground unconcious and unaware to the excited whispers coming from her spectators.

-End Flashback-

Ever since, her 'training' had been doubled even more. Although they had stopped injecting those strange liquids into her, the creatures and people she had to fight were far stronger and she would always leave the battlefield with numerous injuries and extreme fatigue.

Battle after battle she would emerge victorious and yet, these people never acknowledge it. Instead, they lead her through more and more, wearing down her body to the point of collapse. Her hatred for them grew daily and yet, she couldn't find it in her to lash out against them, no matter how much pain she was put through.

The girl brought her knees up to her face and wrapped her arms around them as sobs wracked her body. She couldn't take it anymore. She wanted to die so badly now.

'Someone kill me.'

Her hand began itching towards her broadsword that layed on the ground.

'Someone take me.'

Her hand stroke the familiar hilt before gripping it in strength. She brought it up and held it close to her neck, prepared to slash her own throat.

'Someone... save me.'

Suddenly, muffled shouts were heard outside and the girl immediately dropped the sword with a clang. For some reason, the guards were in a panic. She didn't move from her spot but instead, strained her ears out to hear what was happening. She immediately picked up the sounds of heavy objects hitting the floor, strange sounds slamming onto walls, and the defninite sound of a blade slicing through flesh.

Then, as soon as it started, the sounds faded. In its place, a small jingle was heard and footsteps walked closer and closer. The girl held her breath. Was it an assassin? If so, she will welcome his kill with open arms. The jingle was heard again and this time, the sound of a turned handle accompanied it as well. The girl lifted her tear stroke face and looked up.

The image of a boy, probably older by four years, dressed in rags just like her suddenly appeared. In his hands were two short swords stained red with blood. Her dull green eyes met his own amber orbs and at once, she felt her breath stop. They were such a beautiful color and they shone with an unquenchable fire. At that moment, the boy looked the most angelic being her young mind could think of.

For what seemed like an eternity, they stared at one another in silence. Then, the boy spoke up in a light yet matured tone. "Are you a prisoner as well?"

Prisoner? The girl didn't know if she was or not but if it meant leaving this place, then she will agree. She nodded and the boy gave a sigh of relief. He immediately walked forward and in one fel swoop, lifted her up bridal style in his arms.

The girl felt heat steal up her face and an unfamiliar warm feeling settled onto her chest. She held her hands against it, as if to keep the warm feeling from leaving. The boy gave a small nod before quickly turning and leaving the room.

As soon as they made it out, the girl felt her eyes widened at the sheer number of corpses that littered the many hallways. Blood, limbs, organs. The hallways were so covered in it that one can't take a step without touching or stepping on them. The boy didn't care as he ran across the hallway with the young girl in his arms.

"Did they gave you a name?"

The girl looked up to see the boy casting an eye to look at her before returning his attention back to the hallway. She bit her lip in thought. Had they given her a name?

"That sword! Did you hear what she called it? This is King Arthur!"

"Don't be ridiculous! Arthur is a dead man from a thousand years ago. Still, that blade has given her the perfect name. After all, we can't go and keep calling her Test Subject: 17-34 can we?"

"Heh you're right but we can't call her Arthur. She's a girl!"

"So we'll just have to modify the name a little."

"Any suggestions?"

"Yeah. Her name is now Arturia."

The little girl raised her head and spoke up in a soft voice. "It's Arturia."

"Arturia eh? Well as much as I hate acknowledging these sadistic bastards, that name sounds lovely." The little girl blushed. For some reason, his words left a strange feeling in her stomach, as if birds were fluttering through. "They called me Shirou so I guess I'll stick with it."

"Shirou..." The girl tested the word in her mouth and found that she actually liked the way it sounded.

"That's right. Don't worry about anyone you see okay? I'll protect you."

"I'll protect you."

Arturia suddenly stiffened completely upon hearing those words. Protection. That was something she longed for and yet never recieved. Now this stranger has saved her from her own destruction and leading her to an unknown path all the while declaring that he will protect her. It was strangely comforting and yet she feared that he might not follow through.

She gripped the collar of his brown shirt tightly and murmured in a small voice. "Promise?"

Shirou blinked and looked down to meet her eyes. He was immediately struck with how innocent and childish she looked at that moment. She suddenly looked like a completely lost child seeking her parents or loved ones. Her voice was of someone who suffered pain and lonliness.

His eyes softened and he gently tightened his hold on her. For some strange reason, he didn't feel like letting her go at all. She wanted protection and he is all too glad to offer some.

He smiled at her and nodded. "Yeah, I promise. I'll protect you."

Satisfied, Arturia nuzzled her face onto the crook of his neck and for the first time in eight years, fell into a warm and content slumber. All the while, dreaming of warm amber eyes and that light, boyish tone of his voice.

"I'll protect you."

A/N: Booyah:D

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