Chapter 1: Fa_e
"Wake up."
Said a familiar voice to the sleeping boy. He grumbled slightly, ignoring it completely. Waking up seemed like such a difficult task to perform in his state of fatigue.
"Wake up."
The voice was a little louder this time, but he chose to continue ignoring it...that was until a sharp pain spread across the back of his head. He had been hit, and hard. He collapsed out of the school desk that he had been dozing in and was sprawled out on the floor of the empty classroom.
"What the hell?" Was all he could say as he rubbed the back of his head in pain. Standing before him, a cool and collected expression plastered on her face, was his sister.
"Get up," her voice was calm and serene yet carried with it a sense of authority that only someone of her status would possess. She is Natsumi Emiya, the adopted daughter of the powerful magi Shirou Emiya and Rin Tohsaka. She is the beautiful yet harsh school idol, much like her mother was, and is also the star member of the school Kendo club, making her a very dangerous person indeed.
"Okay, jeez!" responded the boy. He collected himself and, with a sigh, he grabbed his bag and lazily slung it over his shoulder. He followed his sister's lead and they began the long walk home together. This is Hisashi Emiya, another adopted child of Shirou and Rin. Like his sister he is known around the entire school but for a different reason. He is infamous for being nothing more than a slacker, a reputation he seems to be very proud of.
Their mother and father were people they greatly admired, having adopted both of them and giving them a family they never had. Natsumi was the first to be adopted, she was found by Shirou in an alley all alone with nothing to eat or drink. Sometime later Hisashi was found by Shirou on the side of the road with no home or family and he too was taken in with open arms. Looking back on it, it had been 4 years since then for both of them. A great four years in their opinion.
They grew up hearing many stories of the Holy Grail War that their parent's participated in long ago, though Rin disapproved of their father telling them such things. Many nights were spent practicing magic and learning about the world of the magi. Of the two, however, it was Natsumi who was more learned in the magical arts. When he was 13 Hisashi's magic circuits had become incredibly unstable and simply channeling prana through them was dangerous not only to himself but to others. They bore with it though and they grew into a happy, closely knit family.
Recently, however, things have taken a turn for the worse. A few months ago Shirou had disappeared. Natsumi and Hisashi were shocked at his sudden disappearance, as any son or daughter should be. Their mother however, remained confident in his eventual return, barely showing even the slightest hint of concern.
"What time is it?"
"That is not important. We were supposed to be home an hour ago, mother is going to be displeased."
"Aw crap," just the very thought of his mother's anger was enough to send shiver's down Hisashi's spine. "It's okay, she'll forgive us. She always does...Right?"
"I sincerely doubt it. She forgave us the last two times you went and pulled this idiotic stunt. I do hope I am not blamed for your inability to stay awake during your classes."
"Hey! Cut me some slack! Hideo-sensei's lectures are about as interesting as watching paint dry."
"And your excuses are about as annoying as...Come to think of it I can't think of anything more annoying than you."
"Very funny."
"Now if you don't mind I would prefer that our walk was a little less noisy."
"Whatever you say," He was not going to provoke his sister's wrath, it was something he had seen before and it was also something he did not want to see again.
The rest of their walk continued in silence, just as his sister demanded, and all that could be heard between them were their footsteps and the occasional sigh from Hisashi. The silence continued until they finally arrived at their home, a large japanese complex that would make any man rub his eyes at it's appearance. According to their mother, it was the house that Shirou had lived in before they departed for the Mages Association. The two approached the doorway, opened it and walked inside.
"So," said a voice with a hint of irritation in it, "How long were you two planning on keeping me waiting?" Before them stood their mother, Rin. A young and beautiful woman who was currently the most frightening figure in the world to Hisashi.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it won't happen again! Please spa-"
"Our apologies mother. Hisashi fell asleep in class once more, forcing me to waste time waking him."
"How long did it take this time?" asked their mother with a smirk.
"An hour and a half."
"A lot quicker than the last time. Good job Natsumi," said Rin with a smile.
"Thank you mother."
"Now as for you Hisashi," she said so with an unamused glare in Hisashi's direction, "I want you to cook dinner while I teach your sister."
"Oh c'mon! Why can't she cook dinner for once."
"You seem to be under the impression that you are in a position to argue with me," and with that the two went outside to his father's shed, leaving Hisashi to his work. Clicking his tongue he shuffled to the kitchen lazily. It was about an hour before Hisashi managed to finish cooking up a proper meal for his family.
However, his mother and sister still had not finished their daily training and he decided against interrupting them, mostly out of fear more than courtesy. He was about to go ahead and eat without them, until a strange feeling rippled throughout his body.
It was a feeling he had never experienced before. It was as if his very being was telling him to go to the front porch, however he did not know why. He tried his best to resist but he gave in to the unexplained temptation throbbing within him. He quickly made his way to the front door and upon opening it he was met by a frightening figure off in the distance.
No more than 5 yards away from him was a samurai clad in beautiful, white armor. At his side was a sheathed katana, it's scabbard black as night. His face was hidden by a mask and helmet, featureless, save for the moon shaped crest adorning his forehead. The armor on his left hand differed greatly from the rest. It was a blood red and decorated with thick plates and numerous spikes. Without so much as a warning the samurai began to walk towards Hisashi, his white armor barely making a sound as he moved.
"Stop right there," Hisashi heard his mother's voice resound from behind him. Turning around, he saw his mother calmly take her place between him and the samurai. In her right hand was a multitude of colorful jewels that he had never seen before.
"If you wish to keep your life then I suggest you stay where you are," stated Rin calmly.
"I apologize on behalf of my acquaintance." From behind the samurai emerged a figure dressed from head to toe in an ebony black dress suit. His hair was a discolored white and he wore a pair of glasses that shimmered in the light of the moon.
"Who are you?" asked Rin, her fingers wrapped tightly around the gems in her hand.
"I am Taro Tanaka and I am here to ask a simple question...Where is Emiya Shirou?"
"I haven't a clue. And even if I did know, why should I give you an answer?"
"Because if you do not then I will have Berserker kill you all one by one."