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Fate/Amor Fati:
Prologue - Fait Accompli;
Red Strings I
A white light radiates from the cold body. It gathers together and like a teardrop, falls away from the body. A bright star sinks into the void. It protests the descent, and rises past where it came from. Higher and higher, it returns to a hole in the sky towards the spring of all creation. And yet, it didn't want to go there either.
Abandoning its original course, the bright star sunk back into the cold body. It's light illuminates the sea of darkness, struggling to keep it's luminance. On the boundary of the Void and Creation, the iridescent light endures oblivion. Gradually, the bright light dims but prolongs its inevitable demise.
A ripple spreads through nothingness. The light flickers brightly. A greater ripple travels farther than before. The cold body's fingers twitch in response.
Slowly, its eyelids rise up embracing the blank canvas.
The sun shines inside Hakuno's room. His pupils shrink back from the brightness. He blinks once and then rubs his eyes fully waking himself. Next to his bed on top of the dresser, the alarm clock's minute hand ticks away from the twelfth mark. And the hour hand points to the sixth mark.
Hakuno gets out of bed and he walks out of his bedroom to the kitchen. He circles around a circular oak dining table to the opposite side. Four chairs tucked in equilaterally. On the counter to the right of the sink, a coffee maker sits near the wall. He pushes one of the buttons and then a small green light on the metal surface glows. Black liquid drips to a splatter on the glass. The coffee proceeds to a thin stream of black liquid into the flask. Hakuno returns to his room and walks into the bathroom.
Hakuno twists a glass knob and the shower head sprays warm water. He undresses and neatly folds his white T-shirt and navy blue boxers. Hakuno steps into the white tub and slides the shower curtains. Meanwhile, steam rises from the coffee maker and the glass flask fills up to the third white line. Silhouettes of birds dash by the window. Shadows slowly recede back from the coming light.
The water stops running and Hakuno grabs a towel to the side to dry himself. Wet brown hair sticks to his forehead. Water droplets run down his shoulders and they drip off the ends of his hair. With a ruffle to his hair, he walks out and into his bedroom. Hakuno slips on a new pair of navy blue boxers and a black T-shirt. From his closet, he pulls out his Homurahara School uniform. As he strides into the kitchen, he buttons up his collar and then opens one of the cabinets above.
Hakuno takes out three matching blue thermos, sugar, and a container of cream from the fridge. He pours coffee into all three and adds cream to each. As the last drops of cream stop, Hakuno eyes into the container.
"I'm gonna have to tell Mr. Fujimura that I'm out of cream," Hakuno says.
With a slip of sugar in each thermos, he stirs them all and screws on the lids. From the living room leather couch, he pulls up his blue lunch bag and places the thermos' inside. A double-knock at the door draws Hakuno's attention. He turns to the direction of the noise and walks over to open the door.
"Morning, Hakuno," an auburn-hair teenager greets Hakuno.
"Good morning, Shirou," Hakuno says, looking down slightly at his brother. Shirou wishes he could be as tall, if not taller than him and their friend. It's something Hakuno finds endearing if he didn't consider the inconveniences of it. "Did you need something?" He questions Shirou.
"Sakura made breakfast, and I was wondering if you would join us," Shirou replies.
"Ahh, thanks but I'm heading out early to do something." Hakuno remarks, then points at the living room coffee table. On top, a white cloth wraps around a stalk of white lilies, standing out among the dark room.
"Oh I see," he says, looking past Hakuno. "But still, at least try a bite?" Shirou pleads with his brother.
"...Is Taiga here already?" Hakuno asks. At this, Shirou blinks and looks away, prompting the tall teen to narrow his eyes.
"Yeah, she's here," Shirou relents, waving off Hakuno's gaze. Hakuno sighs and closes the door. "Wait!" Shirou waves his hands in front of him, "There's french toast."
Hakuno stops and his left eyebrow twitches, "That's underhanded you know."
"What can I do, since you always skip out on breakfast," Shirou frowns, patronizing his brother. Both are around the same age, but the two look after another in different ways.
"Fine, but just a slice. I really have to go," Hakuno says, waving off his brother's hands. Shirou smiles and then he walks to the right, towards the main residence. Hakuno follows after him, while shivering outside and rubbing his arms. Shirou slides the shouji open and steps in. Right after, Hakuno slides the shouji back closed. Shirou steps out of his shoes and walks straight ahead through the hallway. Hakuno is about to follow but stops, his right shoe an inch above the wooden floor.
"I have to kick that old habit," he murmurs, then steps out of his shoes and walks in.
As he makes his way down the hallway, Hakuno braces himself for what's to come. Right in front of the sliding door, he bends forward a bit and reaches for the shouji. Hakuno slides it open.
"Mornin', Hakuno!" an energetic woman announces, leaping at the recipient. Prepared for the incoming attack, Hakuno quickly ducks under her arms.
"Good morning, Ms. Fujimura," Hakuno says, striding over to the kitchen.
"Uuu… so cold," Taiga cries, weeping a stream of tears. Her teal coat hugs her figure.
"Maybe if you didn't try to attack him everytime, he wouldn't be so distant, Fuji-nee." Shirou scolds his guardian. She's a teacher at their school and happens to be Shirou's homeroom teacher. Not to mention the granddaughter of Raiga Fujimura, the one who oversees the Emiya estate.
"But I just want to hug him!" Taiga protests.
"Good morning, Hakuno-senpai," a sweet voice greets Hakuno.
"Good morning, Sakura," he replies, smiling at his underclassman, "Shirou said there was french toast?"
"Yes, here you go," Sakura says, handing a plate to Hakuno. The two slices of bread are crispy with cinnamon sprinkles. And maple syrup spread over the top.
"Thank you," Hakuno says, taking the plate and he bites into one slice. "Mmm, this is good, thanks again Shirou."
"Actually, Sakura made it this time, she wanted to take a chance with a western breakfast." Shirou corrects his brother.
"Oh, in that case, you have my praise for the food Sakura." Hakuno grins at the violet-hair girl.
"Oh no, it wasn't much, Senpai helped me out a lot." Sakura says, shaking her head. At this point, Taiga is at the table pouting. Hakuno purses his lips and places the plate with the other slice of french toast on it. Taiga perks up and clasps her hands together.
"Oh Hakuno, you really do love me!" Taiga exclaims happily. Hakuno shyly looks away and gulps down the rest of the french toast in his hand.
He begins to walk back out of the dining room, "Anyways, I have to go now, I've got somewhere to be."
"Ah! Before you do, grandfather wanted me to give you the books you wanted." Taiga points at a box in the corner, "There's a special something in there, too."
Hakuno stops and then walks over to the medium box in the corner. The flaps are held down by scotch tape. Hakuno flicks at the end with his nail, unable to grasp it. In annoyance, he pinches the end and manages to peel it off all the way. Hakuno pulls back both flaps and looks inside. A couple of books from one inch to three inches in thickness stack atop each other. The books are in different colors, hardcovers, paperback, and a few are in plastic wrap. On top of the four stacks, an old coffee-stained paper rests with text in another language in cursive.
"Ta-daa! I know you like history books, so I thought I'd get you something ancient!" Taiga puffs out her chest with her hands on her hips.
"...Thank you, I'll keep it on me at all times." Hakuno's cheeks tinge a faint red as he carefully folds the paper twice into his uniform pocket. "Ahh! I really gotta go, thanks for the french toast Sakura, and I'll see you later Shirou!"
As he practically runs out, wails and calls echo after Hakuno's exit.
