Shirou is likely to be somewhat OOC in this, and if so I apologize; I've not written or seen anything much to do with Fate for a while.
Anyway, I hope anyone who reads this enjoys the story. Constructive criticism and reviews are always nice too, as well. :)
Emiya Shirou had quite a difficult choice to make; possibly even a matter of life or death depending on what happened afterwards. Nonetheless, it would have to be made of his own volition and nothing else seeing as how blame for the situation rested entirely on his shoulders, even if he was loathe to admit it.
Resting on the floor of the dojo were a pair of tickets to go and see some romantic comedy film in a few days' time. He didn't have the slightest clue about what had compelled him to buy them, but here they were.
Now, for most people making a choice about who to take wouldn't be all that much of a problem. Shirou was not most people, and just so happened to live in a house full of women who could throw him around like a ragdoll or punish him in some other devious way if they were made sufficiently angry. Therefore much deliberation would have to go into his decision.
"Rin, Sakura, Saber, Shinjiko, Illya, Taiga and... Alter." While he didn't know how on Earth pulling his Servant's ahoge off resulted in her turning into the dark knight, it somehow was the case.
Each of the six options available had their own merits and downsides, especially given the nature of the movie his stupid self had thought seemed like a good thing to watch at the time. The equilibrium he'd worked so damn hard to establish had to be maintained with a very precise touch for fear of making one or more of the girls unhappy; while it was likely to be inevitable, Shirou knew that it would bother him a great deal until he was once again on everyone's good side.
Knowing his luck, whoever he chose to give the second ticket to would think that he was trying to get a not-so-subtle message across and that would be a very bad thing indeed.
Hmm, what to do...? As if by magic, the answer dawned upon him in a flash. There would be no fairer way to decide than the one he'd just thought of!
A short while later...
Shaking the bag all over the place so that the pieces of paper inside were jumbled up in such a manner that he couldn't possibly know which one he would retrieve, Shirou closed his eyes and reached inside. Pulling it out slowly, he felt rather silly for the anticipation that was quickly building up.
After a moment or two, he peeked out at the result and was more than a little surprised. Putting the small piece of paper back where it came from and making sure to leave the bag in a deserted corner of the dojo so as to hopefully not draw any attention to it, the redhead teen made sure to grab the two tickets on the way out.
Luck had made its choice, and he would stick to that.
If you're reading this, hopefully you took the time to read through the result of my muse compelling me to write. Maybe it's good, maybe it's bad, or even somewhere in between. But I digress.
So, there it is. I might make this into a series of small one-shots but it really depends on the reception to this one.