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"Emiya! Are you listening to me at all?!" The young woman shouted at her irritating acquaintance. Grinding her foot into the ground as she did so.

"Maa Maa Tohsaka, there is no need to yell at me." The grey haired young man glanced at his uninvited guests and then promptly looked back out of the window.

"What where you even thinking about Emiya?"

"Things." He remained looking out of the window.

"What sort of things?" Tohsaka now intrigued asked.

"Stuff." He drawled lazily as he propped his feet up on his windowsill.

"And what sort of stuff?"

"Things." As Tohsaka Rin erupted in anger Emiya Shirou chuckled to himself, this was so much fun. Not knowing that another older and more jaded version of him was chuckling as well.

I don't remember meeting a version of myself that already has grey hair. Archer mused to himself. Then again, I've also never met an Emiya Shirou that deliberately makes Rin mad as well. This grail war could be fun…

"Yes yes Tohsaka, I have to summon a servant, fight in some free for all war and make a wish. Is that correct?" Emiya actually looked at her for the first time during their entire conversation, his eyes becoming sharper and more serious. "I wish to avoid unnecessary bloodshed as well as civilian casualties, but have no wish to make of the Grail."

Tohsaka gaped at him. She had not said a word of the grail, just that a wish would be granted.

"What?" Emiya raised an eyebrow. "Did you not expect that my father who participated in the last Holy Grail war would not have prepared me for any eventuality in which the Grail might come earlier than expected?"

"I apologize, Archer materialized beside the shocked into silence girl. "My master seems to be rather out of it."

"It is of no consequence." Shirou waved his hand nonchalantly. "You will have to tell me how I became a Heroic Spirit though one day. " He looked Archer right in the eye as he said this, his dull golden eyes taking on a much sharper glint as he did so. "Now, run along with your master Archer, we will meet again soon."

Archer felt like someone was walking over his own grave as he picked up his still mentally frozen master in a bridal carry and heading to the Tohsaka manor.

"Finally, some peace." Emiya sighed as he walked towards his shed that doubled as his workshop. "Well, I might as well go ahead and summon, I've procrastinated long enough as is. " He closed the door behind him and activated some of his specialized bounded fields that would keep all of the extra light heat and noise locked inside of his workshop. "Hmm." He looked around at some of the projects that he was in the middle of before his gaze rested on two things in particular; one of those being a projected copy of Avalon with the concept of time having been removed from it and the second being the magic circle behind the table that the Scabbard was laying on. Amazingly; the traced Noble Phantasm had been stable and not been removed by Gaia nor even eroded by it in the last two years in which it had been laying there.

After his gaze had found those two objects of interest, he walked over to the scabbard and picked it up. After this, he walked over to the magic circle and projected a rocking chair. Might as well do this in comfort. He thought to himself. "Now from what I heard from the old man, the words themselves don't matter but instead the catalyst and the mana you provide do more for it instead. He muttered as his set the copy of the Noble Phantasm in the center of the circle before sitting in his rocking chair and preparing to summon his Servant for this war.

"Silver and iron to the origin. Gem and the archduke of contracts to the cornerstone. The ancestor is my great master Schweinorg the insane old man. Blah Blah Blah Snore. Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Repeat every five times. I am the end of the cycle and the responsibility filled by those with power. I announce - Thy body shall be under my command, my fate shall be determined by thy sword. Follow the call of the Holy Grail. If thou wouldst obey this mind and this reason, then answer my call. Hear me oh follower of the Code and fight with me I summon thee."

Despite his resting posture in his rocking chair, Emiya began to sweat profusely, all of his 27 magic circuits beginning to warm up as the magic circle glowed and the outline of someone began to appear. His pulse quickened and his breathing became erratic as he poured all of the prana he could spare into the summoning, Avalon working overtime as he began to overexert his circuits in an effort to provide as much as possible for his servant to use. Finally, after several moments of this, the light died down and the pull on his magic reserves diminished to a trickle.

"I ask of thee. Are you my master?" A blonde woman of slightly shorter stature than him asked as she kneeled before him."

"Stop." He commanded, for the first time showing true emotion other than indifference in his tone and in his body language, standing up from the chair as he did so despite his weariness. " Yes indeed I did summon you, but no king should ever kneel before anyone expect for God. So rise, and stop with this Master/Servant business, you and I are equals; partners in every way and do not need to comply with any of this Holy Grail ritual BS that get's shoved onto everyone playing in this war."

The King of Knights stood and stared at the young man quizzically; she had never encountered anyone as strange as this man before her. While he spoke as if he was a noble; he held himself as if he was a mere commoner and did not seem to care whether or not his posture was correct or not. In fact he seemed to not be paying any more attention to herself at all. Wait; was he sitting back in that rocking chair? Where did that pillow come from? Was that snoring she heard? Deciding that she had had enough, the king went over to the sleeping man and poked him, trying to wake him up. After several minutes of poking, it degenerated into shaking, when the shaking ceased to work, she dumped him out of his chair and into the magic circle from which she had been summoned.

After his body left the chair, she decided that she would take his place in it. And as soon as she sat down, the chair promptly disappeared, shattering into flecks of light as she fell onto her butt.

Becoming slightly frustrated with her summoner, she stopped and observed her surroundings. Finding that there were many projects this shed that were in various stages of construction; ranging from completed to just begun. But it wasn't cluttered as one might expect; everything appeared to have it's place and there were just as many mundane projects as there were arcane that were in the process of being worked on. Leaving her sleeping master on the floor, (Serves him right) she opened the door to the outside of the workshop. She was surprised to find that it was clearly the location that she and Irisviel had been in for the last war. The entire estate seemed to have been repaired and was in much better shape than it had been in the previous war. And the workshop/shed; it had clearly been modified with magic because it was clearly bigger on the inside than on the outside. And why was the outside of the shed painted blue? She shook her head again. Her new master was strange. She had no clue how to handle someone who was as trusting as he clearly was.

She sighed. Arturia Pendragon turned and admired the stars as she oftentimes did at night when she was troubled at night with the matters of the kingdom. Sensing something, she turned around only to find that her master, no summoner had seemingly been watching her for what appeared to be several minutes if the way that he was leaning against the doorway was any indication.

"I'm sorry King of Knights, it was not my intention to be rude to you earlier by falling asleep. " He inclined his head to her in apology. "The summoning took more out of me than I had expected. I seem to be a bit rusty." Without waiting for forgiveness, he stopped leaning against the doorway and closed the door behind him before walking towards the main house; beckoning for her to follow as he opened the sliding door for her before following her inside.

"Please sit," He gestured towards the Japanese style table. "I will be back promptly with some clothing that will be more comfortable to move around the house in. I would rather not have to replace anything because your armoured skirt decided that one of my vases was easily replaceable." The amusement in his voice rang out throughout the house as he disappeared into one of the hallways and into another doorway while she waited.

Returning with an bagful of clothes later. "I am unsure as to what will fit you, so there is multiple items of varying size, and I have included undergarments if you have need of such things. " He explained as he courteously handed her a bag that seemed to be bursting with clothing. "You can change in the room down the hall on the right. After you are finished; I will have dinner prepared and awaiting your approval your highness."

Stunned, Arturia walked through the designated door and stood there for a minute before regaining her bearings. It was odd, to be treated like royalty again. She had relived the cycle of Grail War's and the hill of swords so often that she almost forgotten what it was like to be treated like a King again. Making her armour disappear with a wave of her hand, she began to sort through the clothing that had been placed in the bag before deciding on something simple and efficient. Due to her upbringing as a knight, she had avoided skirts as much as possible and still found them a little… Airy to her liking, grabbing a pair of Jeans that seemed like they would fit she slid them onto herself and followed with swapping bras until she found one that would fit. Admittedly, she had tried on many of the shirts without one and found that they all rubbed in an uncomfortable way. Binding her breasts for so long had had repercussions after all.

Finally, after approximately twenty minutes, she emerged from the room she had changed in; dressed in a simple jeans and light grey T-shirt that fit comfortable on her. Moving to the table, she sat on her legs just as her summoner arrived with several serving dishes from the nearby kitchen. They were all dishes that were simple, quick and easy to prepare in many ways but were enjoyed by many. There was a chicken soup of some kind, some homemade bread, and to polish it all off, there was a healthy side of some greens that he had freshly picked from the nearby market earlier that day.

Before Arturia reached for the food however, her summoner stopped her and a pot of freshly made tea appeared in his hand as if out of nowhere; pouring her a cup of the tea and serving her meal before sitting down across the table from the King of Knights.

"As the guest, I will allow you to dictate what tradition we use before we consume this meal." He said with a twinkle in his eye as he served himself some of his home cooked meal.

"Very well," the stoic young woman said as she bowed her head. "God in heaven thank you for this food and the hands that prepared it Amen."

Her summoner raised his head from the slight bow it had been in and began to eat in silence. Several minutes passed by as they both devoured the food at an incredible pace. What would have taken an entire family of 3 two days to eat they devoured in minutes. Her summoner ate just as much as she did much to her amazement. The food was excellent as well. For such a simple dish, it had a well-rounded and balanced flavor that included various spices and worked well with the spiced black tea that had been provided with the meal. The bread had been baked to a golden perfection and had a light coating of garlic and butter on it that made it perfect to mop up any leftover soup with, and the vegetables balanced out the thickened broth of the soup. All in all, it was divinity disguised in a simple dish.

"Why are you treating me like this? Arturia asked after she had finished her meal. Her priorities always had food at the top of the list. "I am but a sword, a weapon to be used in this war, as are all of the servants"

The man shook his head. "No, I refuse to believe that people are only weapons or that they have no choice even if they are but mere copies from the Throne of Heroes. Each of you were kings and queens, princes and knights, rulers and heroes; and so I shall treat you as you deserve for you are royalty Once and Future King. " A smirk entered his eyes at the last remark. "Yes I know who you are. Did you really think I would not use Avalon to summon you if it were in my possession?"

"So, you have my name; but I have not the pleasure of knowing yours." Arturia looked him in the eye. "May I inquire as to who has summoned me?" Her voice rang out, not so much in anger but in an inquiry that will be answered one way or another.

"You may inquire." The man shrugged nonchalantly and stood from his sitting position at the table and stood up straight. "Emiya Shirou at your service milady." He gave a bow at his waist with his left arm tucked into his abdomen almost as if he had served as a butler somewhere once upon a time.

Arturia was dumbfounded for a second. This was Emiya Kiritsugu's son? He had shown more respect to her than she had been shown from everyone in the previous war.

While she was stuck in her thoughts and staring off into space, Emiya moved to wash the dishes and deal with the cleanup part of dinner. Arturia was left in her thoughts for several moments while Emiya finished up. After he had finished he looked over and saw her still sitting at the table.

"Your highness, may I direct you to a room to sleep in until tomorrow? I have several different styles that you can pick from." Emiya spoke up from the kitchen as he dried his hands. "I have four Japanese style rooms and two Western. Which would you prefer?"

Arturia was startled out of her thoughts. "I'm sorry, would you please repeat the question?"

"Would you prefer a western style room for the night or a more traditional Japanese room." Emiya said patiently, awaiting her answer.

"Whichever room you will be staying in will be best." She responded to Emiya. "I will need to be nearby if any of the other servants attack."

Emiya nodded with a half shrug at the same time. "I can put another futon in my room if that will please you."

Arturia, regal as always, "That would please me greatly, make it so."

And Emiya departed to prepare the futon for the unexpected royalty that he had as a guest in his house.

Authors note: I have no clue why, but this story is just so easy to write for me. I start typing and for some reason cannot find it in me to stop… I'm looking for a beta, if y'all have any recommendations or if you would like to beta for me hit me up with a PM. I didn't expect to have this updated as soon as it was but I figure y'all don't have any problems with it. So, enjoy.

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ID: Arturia Pendragon

Alias: King of Knights

Alignment: Lawful Good

Strength: B

Agility: A

Mana: A++

Luck: A

Endurance: B

Noble Phantasm: A++

Magic Resistance: A

Riding: B

Personal Skills:

Charisma: B

Instinct: A

Prana Burst: A

Noble Phantasms:

Invisible Air: C

Excalibur: A++

Avalon: EX