Fate Lagoon

Summary:

Revy didn't believe in heroes. Then came the one who walked countless battlefields undefeated; never once has he retreated, nor once has he been understood. In a city drowning in darkness, an ally of Justice will rise.

AN:

Well, Hataraku Aizen Chan is still in the works. I'm only starting this one up as the idea kinda hit me and I'm curious how far the muse will take me. It's a relatively new concept in theory. There are a lot of Fate Stay Night Crossover concepts, but nothing really going the route I'm planning. I also haven't seen any Black Lagoon/Fate X overs.

I will admit that Gabriel Blessing's In flight and Hill of Swords, as well as Marcus Galen Sand's Godslaying Blade Works is an inspiration to write Fate Stay stuff.

Let me start out by saying, I really didn't like Shirou at first. I did like Archer though. I really felt Archer could be the grizzled Anti Hero that appears and just oozes Gar and Badassness. Since reading Gabriel's work though, I've come to sortof like Shirou's contrasting idealism and passive easy going nature, and his sword spamming, legendary weapon swinging deadly warrior side.

Now one of the first things people ask about these sorts of stories is what route does Shirou come from? I will reveal the circumstances of his origins bit by bit through flashbacks and character exposition. However let me state clearly, this is a custom Route.

I just finished up a animation project and I need a break to relax and do something else for a bit. I don't have any real definite plans for this one. There's probably a high probability of it never really reaching its full potential. I won't know till I start writing and get into it.

Disclaimer: I do not own the two properties Fate and Black Lagoon. They are the property of Kinoko Nasu and Rei Hiroe respectively. This is a non profit fanfiction done for the sake of improving my storytelling and expanding my skillsets.

Key:

Flash backs, thoughts, omniscient perspective

Emphasized points

Normal speech

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Chapter 1: Divergence

And I recall his Dream.

The memory of the guy that was set up as a hero..

The story of a knight who's end came at a place I can't reach..

This hill is his world.

This desolate land is what the man who kept on fighting for others obtained..

I guess he smiled and died in satisfaction in this place…

"He's seriously stupid."

That's right, it just makes me mad..

He really tried his best, He worked hard and even though he was only an ordinary person, he was able to achieve a miracle with his blood.

But, it's a lie.

He made many people happy, so he should be happier than all of them combined.

But..

He did not receive such a reward.

At least.. not yet…

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"Alright jap, I'll ask you one more time. Where is the package you got from that Asahi Industries Headquarters in Tokyo?"

Shirou sighed and ran a tan hand through his white hair. "I really don't know what you're talking about. This is supposed to be a vacation for me."

The large black man and Asian woman standing next to him leveled their Pistols on the confused Japanese man. The woman roughly grabbed him by the collar of his black shirt and placing her gun to his head she began to search him. Shirou was wearing a short sleeve black collared shirt and dark blue jeans with white and red sneakers. The woman thoroughly checked them all.

She finally finished after finding nothing on him short of a small ruby necklace. She snapped the gem from his neck and roared in annoyance. "Che, this guy aint got shit on him. The info was wrong!"

"We're done with you then, you're useless to us" interrupted the Black man in a gruff tone.

The brown haired asian woman narrowed her equally chocolate colored eyes. "Dutch, This is a pain in the ass. I say we kneecap this pussy."

Shirou raised an eyebrow and adjusted his seated position "That's not really gonna work for me, I'd prefer to keep my knees intact and bullet free." Despite his sarcastic remark and his flippant demeanor, in his mind a hammer cocked back and a metaphysical trigger slowly began to depress as OD circulated through his body.

The woman sneered and her finger began to curl on her own trigger. Suddenly a dark hand pushed down on the slide of her pistol. "There's no need." Dutch said with a shake of his head. Re holstering his own weapon, he motioned for the woman to follow.

"We may not have the disc but we can still turn this around, bring spike lee over there WIHTOUT filling him full of holes." He continued.

She glared at the white haired man still sitting on the deck of the ship.

"Shit, a hostage? Great we gotta deal with mister bad ass over here who thinks he can wisecrack when he's got a gun in his face." She grumbled as she hoisted the White haired man up to his feet and barked at him to march. "Get your ass moving, I might not be able to turn you into swiss cheese but I can still pistolwhip you into ground beeef!"

Shirou maintained his lazy attitude, but his eyes were carefully surveying the rest of the hostages on the ship. If his own capture meant that the others were safe then that was a small price to pay.

Dutch made some threats that Shirou was unable to hear as he was marched onto the boat and led down a narrow metal hallway by the unnamed brown haired oriental woman.

Soon they were speeding away from the boat and Shirou noted that all the other passengers were safe and appeared to be unharmed as they floated there in the water.

Shirou let out a sigh and relaxed his posture.

The woman at his side turned and her annoyed expression on him. "What are you so relieved about dipshit? Because of your useless ass we aint got squat for our time out here! You better hope someone over in your backwards little Island chain gives enough of a shit about you to fork over some major cash or you're gonna find yourself at the bottom of the South Pacific!"

Dutch moved a hand between the woman and Shirou to separate them. "Alright", he said platonically. "We need him alive for now, so try to keep cool Revy."

He turned to Shirou. "Ok, Jap, here's the deal. There should only be one Japanese male on that ship and he was supposed to have a computer disc on him. Who the hell are you and what are you doing here?"

Shirou frowned and folded his arms as he leaned against the wall of the cabin. "Well, to be honest I was supposed to board a different ship. I was on that ship by mistake as they sent me the wrong ticket. I'd imagine that the person you're looking for got my original ticket and is headed to Macau."

Revy growled. "Well that's just perfect.. how we gonna go get that little shit before he get's capped and the disc stolen if he's all the way over there?!"

Dutch sighed. "Alright, so we're goin with hostage negotiation then." He poked Shirou in the chest. "You got anyfamily with cash Jap?"

Shirou shook his head. "No, I don't have any family or friends left. I made some decisions that ended up burning all the bridges I had with my friends. Sorry to tell you but you won't get any money from kidnapping me."

Dutch palmed his head. "This is great; can this day get any worse?"

Revy jumped up and poked a pistol into Shirou's face."If he's useless and we aint gonna get anything for him I say he smoke 'em and dump his body."

Dutch grabbed him and pulled him away from Revy's gun as he ushered him towards the door. "Just chill out for a sec, we might need him for info. Come with me jap, let's go topside for a smoke."

Shirou allowed himself to be led through the narrow hall and to a small ladder that led up to the top deck of the ship. He continued to slowly apply self-reinforcement magecraft as his captor reached for a cigarette. He offered one to Shirou who took it with a calculating expression.

Dutch noticed Shirou's expression and lit his own cigarette before tossing Shirou the lighter. "Relax, it's not what you're probably thinking. The truth is we're really nothing more than Delivery Boys. Sometimes we have to break the rules to put food on the table, but in the end that's all we really amount to."

Shirou lit his own cigarette and tossed the lighter back to Dutch with a shrug. "In my experience everyone breaks the rules when it comes time to put food on the table. Humans are scary like that."

The two smoked in silence as the sun slowly began to set casting an orange tint over the clear water beneath them.

Dutch chuckled humorously finally breaking the silence. "Is that so? Tell me kid, what's your name?"

The tan skinned man with snow white hair falling in a spiked mop around his forehead let out a final blow before dropping and crushing the cigarette under his shoe. "Emiya Shirou."

Dutch nodded and finished off his own cigarette. "Emiya huh.. I like it. It's a good name."

Shirou smiled as he looked up into the evening sky. "Yeah it is."

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By the time the boat pulled in to dock it was already night time. Dutch hopped off the boat and his dark combat boots made a dull thud on the wood of the dock. "So are you gonna tag along Emiya?"

Shirou blinked in surprise. He'd been observing the crew for the last hour and had come to the conclusion that he had no idea what they would do. They seemed like a motley unpredictable group. That girl, Revy in particular was ridiculously over the top. She was obviously violent and aggressive, and he actually found himself thankful that she seemed to be fairly simplistic enough that he could slightly predict her actions. The rest of the crew was shrouded in mystery.

Shirou shrugged as he got up from his sitting position and stretched his back. "Where are we going exactly?"

A youthful blonde man with long scraggly blonde hair and glasses answered him. "We're goin to grab something to drink." The man smirked and hopped off the boat and followed the path hat Dutch had left towards. Shirou followed along after him and before long he found himself in front of what could have been either a bar, or a gun show. There were more weapons on the tables and strapped to the backs of the patrons then he had seen on some battlefields.

He was shaken out of his thoughts by the feel of a hand clapping his back.

He turned to see Dutch gesturing around him. "This place was founded by the South Vietnamese soldiers who survived the war. Eventually they began taking in fugitive soldiers as well and before you know it bam, you get this shithole." Dutch took a long swig of his drink and chuckled. "Hookers, Merc's junkies, hit men; you name it they got it. It's a cesspool of humanities worst scum."

Shirou raised an eyebrow. "I wouldn't say that. Trust me I've seen the worst humanity really has to offer before. It has a name."

Shirou could still hear it if he listened closely. The sound of the flames licking at his heels, the screams of agony and hateful curses spewing forth from that thing..

Dutch barely acknowledged him. "Is that so? I wonder about that. What would some privileged little wanna be thug who dyes his hair to look tough, but has enough cash to go on a cruise vacation know about that?"

The man rose from his seat and walked away from the group."I'mma go make a call, watch him Benny."

The glasses wearing blonde nodded as he tilted his glass sloshing the liquid inside around in salute. "Roger." He remarked before turning to his white haired neighbor.

"Dutch is a little bit unusual" Benny as said lifted his glass to his lips. He took a small sip before continuing. "Even after 2 years I still don't get him. Trust me, him and Revy aren't the kind of people you can figure out."

"Damn straight!" exclaimed the aforementioned Revy. Her brown ponytail whipped around her head as she slammed her pistol onto the counter between them. "And that's just the way I like it. The only thing anyone needs to know about me is how fast I pull the trigger."

She turned to Shirou and regarded him with mild disgust. "We aint little wannabe's like you white head, this is the real deal you can take your fantasy tough guy shit and shove it where the sun don't shine."

Revy raised an eyebrow at Shirou's empty glass. "I will admit though, I am curious. You think you can drain real liquor the way you chug that piss you've been sipping?" She took a bottle of Bacardi and poured it into two cups sending one of them sliding down and knocking Shirou's empty glass away.

Shirou regarded the glass and moved it to the side before letting out a sigh. "How unfortunate, it seems I'm being underestimated again. I've been abducted by quite a peculiar little group."

Revy smirked and raised her glass to her lips before chugging the entire thing in one shot. "Weeeell, that's fine. If you don't even have the balls to keep up with a woman I won't hold it against you."

The white haired man raised an eyebrow.

Revy's brown eyes took on a mischievous twinkle. "Buut, I might wanna put a little dress on ya with some nice pretty ribbons and take you out for a night on the tow-."

Shirou chuckled and shrugged before leaning forward and grabbing the bottle Revy had poured from. He interrupted her mid-sentence by lifting the bottle to his lips and tilting it to her in a toasting manner. Revy's eyes bugged out in disbelief as the Japanese man drained the remnants of the bottle in 5 seconds flat. Shirou wiped his chin with the back of his hand and smirked at the speechless Asian woman.

Revy finally gathered her wits and narrowed her eyes. A vein bulged on her forehead and Shirou was almost worried about her until she finally exploded and roared out. "Hey Bartender! Get me all the Bacardi you got right now!"

What ensued was a drinking contest that would have been remembered for months to come if not for the much larger event that would overshadow it.

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Dutch frowned as he gripped the phone to his ear harder. "That wasn't the deal." He gritted out. The voice on the other side sounded amused. "Oh, but Dutch.. you can see the problem right? You failed to acquire the package so I had to resort to other means. Don't worry I've already secured it so that's not really an issue, but these EO mercenaries the Asahi Corp has sent in.. I really don't have time to deal with them."

Dutch glared at the phone and the feminine voice on the end chuckled as though she could hear the distaste in his expression. "You deal with these pests, and I'll forget your little mishap on this mission."

The large black man pushed up his shades as moved closer to the receiver on the phone. "Let's be honest here Balalaika, we're going to be the sacrificial lambs to take the heat off Hotel Moscow. You want us to go out there and get killed so you can slink off into the night and make your profit!?"

The line was silent for a few moments before the icy voice of the Russian woman came through. "It's really a shame; you did impress me at times with your wit and perceptiveness Dutch. I suppose I may miss that at times, but ah well, Business is business you know."

Dutch sighed and pulled outa cigarette. He held it in between his lips. "Yeah" he mumbled. The voice on the end gave a chipper farewell. "Good luck." Then the line went dead.

Dutch didn't even bother putting the phone back on the hook. He reached in his pockets for a lighter and was about to bring it up to his face when he suddenly head a small rattling noise. Turning around his eyes bugged and he dropped the unlit cigarrete from his lips and dove into a closed room slamming his shoulder against the door and knocking it off the hinges.

The small grenade stopped rolling as it came to a rest in the middle of the dim hallway he'd just been standing in before going off in a small explosion spraying shrapnel in every direction.

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Shirou saw the grenades hit the floor. His first thought was for the other patrons in the bar who were still oblivious. He grabbed the Bacardi bottle and hurled it at the main group huddled around a card table. The bottle smashed against their table and the group shot to their feet in fury. As they looked to see the disturbance, they caught sight o the grenades coming to a rolling stop and all dove for cover.

Revy had already moved behind the Bar and was finishing off her own bottle when the explosions went off. A few people were caught in the blast but with a mutter of incantation a small nearly invisible shield shot up around the area of the grenades suppressing the range of the shrapnel. This allowed most people to escape unharmed.

Shirou's narrowed his reinforced eyes as he saw the group outside preparing to burst through the doors with Assault rifles. He dove behind the counter and turned to see Revy finish off the bottle and throw it up over the counter. The room suddenly exploded with gunfire as the mercs opened fire from behind the cover of their vehicles outside and started spraying.

The bottle she'd thrown in the air was shattered and turned to dust in the hailstorm of gun fire. Revy used the reflection of a falling piece of bottle to gage the position of he enemy before pulling out her own pistols and raising an eyebrow. "Wow, you've bullet proofed the bar?"

The Bartender finished loading his shotgun and nodded proudly. "Yep, it can handle up to .50 Cal." He said with a grin.

Shirou then watched as a .50 Cal round drilled through the armor and shattered the cooler to his left. "Revy" Dutch called from somewhere in the back. "I think now's a good time to show them why you're called two hands."

Revy narrowed her eyes and her gaze became distant. Shirou noted she was putting herself in a zen like trance similar to an aria.

The soldiers from outside suddenly burst in and their leader walked casually through the busted doorway. . He was a tall, scarred, and grizzled man with a blonde hair and small sunglasses. He licked his lips as he walked forwards enjoying the sound of glass and debris crunching under his combat boots. "Secure the area, I heard voices.. and there's nothing I hate more than survivors. "What a great line." Revy said with a manic grin before jumping out over the bar. Shirou watched her carefully hidden behind the bar and observed her movements.

Revy pushed off the bar as she shot two men point blank and then twisted in the air as she fired from all orientations. She landed on top of a soldier and kicked off his chest to leap onto a table firing her pistols to both sides. A group of soldier took aim and fired a concentrated burst then she avoided by rolling of the table and making a mad dash back towards the bullet proof bar. She fired behind her as she lept over and landed in a sitting position and immediately dropped the spent magazines from her Cutlass pistols.

As the baretender berated Revy for her involvement in the destruction of his bar Shirou made some mental note4s about her performance.

I see, I was mistaken, she's not a soldier at all.. Her style is effective admittedly, but it's also reckless and amateurish.. She wouldn't last very long against some of the enforcers or even a decent Vatican Asset..

Shirou frowned as he watched Revy reload and chamber her weapons. While being a blade user by choice Shirou was not unfamiliar with gun play and basic tactics. What Revy was doing was ridiculous. It was something that should only work in movies or Video games. A real gun fight was dynamic but it could be broken down into a few basic rules that Revy was breaking right and left.

There are two approaches when facing a superior enemy force. The first is use of cover and concealment. Using an advantageous position pick off targets and reduce their numbers while remaining relatively safe from return fire. This method also allowed for falling back for a strategic a retreat if need be.

The second method was to use continuous movement. This seemed to be Revy's approach but it was horribly flawed. The movement method required a changing of levels and firing positions while moving adding in lateral movement and broken rhythm.

Revy's approach of leaping into the air was suicide to most people. And yet, Shirou noted, It worked for her. She didn't seem to be concerned with return fire at all.

Shirou's thoughts were broken as Dutch called out to him from behind a corner. "Hate to break it to you, kid but at this point I'd say trading you is no longer an option."

Dutch dropped his own mag and pulled another from his pocket. "You really weren't part of our plans to begin with, so how about we just part ways here."

Shirou raised an eyebrow then surprisingly shrugged. "I see, well that's probably for the best, I'm sure I'd just slow you down and get us all killed. good luck to you."

Dutch did a double take and shook his head. "There is something seriously wrong with you kid.. Whatever, sorry it had to end this way but that's business."

With that he pulled another revolver out of his pocket and called out to his ally. "Revy, we're leaving!"

Revy nodded then she let the man she'd been using as a human shield go and shot him in the back before bolting out the door and along with Dutch they hopped into the car that Benny had retrieved and shot off down the road.

Several of the soldiers followed them outside and began firing at the car. Revy poked her head out the window and tossed a cooked grenade that exploded on contact and sent several soldier flying backwards. Their blonde captain walked out and watched the Red car speed down the road away from them and chuckled. "Well, well.. we aint dealing with some rank amateurs here, are we, this prey's got some fight in em."

Behind him 3 soldiers began searching through the Remainder of the bar and looking for survivors. Shirou watched as the Bartender suddenly sprung up and began firing on them with his shotgun. Noting a soldier flanking the bartender, he low crawled along the floor and grabbed the man's leg. A small application of Prana overcharged the man's ankle and snapped it. He fell to ground screaming and holding his leg and was shot in the side by a recovering patron who took cover behind a ruined card table.

Shirou rolled to the side to avoid being stabbed by a rifleman with a bayonet. He came up in a crouch and twisted to avoid the second stab. Moving offline from the muzzle he redirected the blade down and with another subtle overcharge the contact of the now brittle blade on the wooden floor snapped the bayonet and the barrel fell off. The man reached for his side arm at his waist, but Shirou caught his bent arm in a figure 4 keylock and cranked, causing the man to both flip over and dislocate his shoulder.

He knelt down on the collar bone of the disable soldier and stole his pistol. Shirou, in a move learned from one of his executioner comrades, shot his reinforced arm forward and violently twisted the wrist at the last moment, causing his shot to fire a curved bullet trajectory and emasculate a soldier standing over a frightened woman with his pants unzipped. The man crumpled to the floor in agony and the woman made a mad dash for the ruined doorway.

Suddenly the sounds of engines revving signaled the soldiers' withdrawal and the rest of the combatants fired off final shots at random before bolting out and speeding off in their vehicles.

Shirou frowned and slowly stood up nonchalantly dropping the spent clip and unchambering the final round. He idly depressed the decocking lever and the slide lock simultaneously before pushing down and removing the entire slide itself. His thumb caught the barrel and tension spring and he dropped the disassembled frame as he turned to observe the situation.

Idly fingering the cool metal of the spring he noted the wounded men stumbling out of the bar and the number who had been killed. He frowned as he realized that the majority of the patrons were dead and the bar was in shambles.

"Ah damn you Two Hands! That's it, If I see you again, I'm welding your asshole shut!" Shirou's attention was drawn to the raving bartender. The raging man turned to see Shirou standing there over the writhing man on the floor. "Well, look at you, those were some fancy moves you pulled off there kid."

The man narrowed his eyes. "You came in here with those Lagoon punks, you one of the new guns?" Shirou shook his head and sighed. "Not exactly, I was actually a hostage up until a moment ago. It seems I've been released though so I suppose it doesn't really matter."

The bartender raised an eyebrow. "A hostage? With your skills? Well aint that a trip, so what are you gonna do now?"

Shirou shrugged as he walked over to a small corner of the bar. The bartender kept his Shotgun on hand and watched Shirou warily. He nearly dropped his weapon in surprise though when the magus picked up a broom and dust pan and started sweeping the mess of debris and spent brass casings.

"Well first off, I'm going to see if I can get the floor cleaned up, then I'll see if we have any paint supplies in the back storage room. After that, I figure we could take out all the destroyed furniture and we'll probably need some plaster for the wall.." he trailed off as he began making measurement sighs with his hands.

The bartender dropped his jaw. "W-what? What are you talking about? You've never even been in here before, what are you going on about repairing it?!"

Shirou shrugged noncommittally. "Well, I might not look it, but I've got experience working in a bar for several years back in my hometown. Besides, this place is a wreck, you obviously could use the help and I'm glad to offer it. It was partially my responsibility since I engaged in the fighting as well."

The white haired enigma turned his golden eyes to rest upon the armed bartender. "As for introduction, My name is Emiya Shirou, pleased to meet you." Shirou's English wasn't great, but after spending so much time abroad he's learned enough to get his points across albeit slightly accented..

"Che, Bao's the name." remarked the still wary bartender.

With that the white haired man smiled good naturedly then went straight to work diligently sweeping up the hundreds of spent casings on the ground and Bao could only scratch his head in confusion. "Just what is it you hope to gain from all this? What's your angle kid?"

Shirou continued sweeping as a small smirk came over his face.

"Hey Kiri, what do you wanna be when you grow up?" The words Kiritsugu had said to answer that question, the same words he'd spoken to Shirou on the night of his passing, would be repeated here.

"Well, to be honest.." He said softly. "I'd like to be a hero."

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OK, that's the first chapter of Fate Lagoon. Feel free to comment and let me know what you thought and if you have any ideas or requests for the direction of the fic. Any beta readers that are interested in this story feel free to let me know. As of now, my beta is Mircosoft Word Auto spell lol.

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