As the darkness cleared I found myself facing a white ceiling.

"Water." I rasped, my throat parched.

I saw blurs around me as I felt the sweet life giving liquid on my lips.

I drank greedily from it like a dying man on a dessert, its cool touch flowing down my throat moisturizing and rejuvenating me.

My vision cleared as I finished drinking the life giving liquid presented to me.

"How are you feeling young man?" The man in the white coat asked me.

"Can you get the number of the truck that ran me over?"I groaned.

He chuckled in response. "Your recovery time is quite remarkable, but I have to ask, do you have a name?"

My name? What should I give them? Shirou? No I wasn't Shirou. So that went out the window. So...

"Kuro."

"Kuro? Last name?"

"I don't remember."

"Ah, retrograde amnesia. As is to be expected."

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"Hello, Kuro was it? My name it Emiya Kiritsugu."

I stared at the man with a mix of emotions.

Fear, sadness, pity, sympathy.

"Would you like to come with me?"

Ok, that sounded so wrong, you may as well be goddamn Orochimaru himself in disguise.

But I digress.

Should I go with him or not...

On one hand I could stay away from the moonlit world if I refused, but I'd likely become Gilgamesh's food if I did refuse.

On the other I could go with him and be adopted by a magical Assasin... Whoop de doo.

The choice is kind of obvious...

I pointed to him acting like a child.

"Well, then, before you say that. You should know that. I'm a Mage."

I nodded, unwilling to say anything at this time, pying ears could be anywhere.

Moving in to Kiritsugu's house was strange at first.

I'd never seen a Japanese house in real life, so I got my hopes up...

Too bad it was quite a plain house.

"Kuro, are you hungry?"

"Yeah."

"I'm ordering take out then, can you get the table ready?"

"On it."

All in all the first few weeks were kind of normal. Though kiritsugu did almost burn the house.

I still don't understand how he managed to cause the water to burn..

How does one even burn water anyway?

No wonder Shirou had to learn how to cook.

I forbid him from ever trying to cook anything ever again.

I would cook the meals from now if we were not getting take out.

I couldn't cook like Shirou, but that didn't mean I couldn't cook at all.

"Dad."

"Yes?"

"I wish to learn magecraft."

His eyes narrowed. "Kuro, you do realise what you are asking? To be a Magus is to walk with death."

"Perhaps," I nodded, sipping my Tea "but I'd rather be aware and have a way to defend myself If I ever have to."

He gave a sigh knowing that I wouldn't back down without a proper reason.

"Very well, I suppose I can teach you the basics."

And so I that was the day I had finally entered the MOONLIT world, my magic circuits open.

A key inserted into the ignition switch and twisted, once was the On position, twice, the start position as it pressed against a spring, and a starter turned over a crankshaft allowing the piston to take in air and fuel, compress it and igniting the mixture starting up the engine. The key was released returning to the on position.

This was my mental image. Complicated one for sure, but it did help me activate my circuits myself. I had 64 circuits, each producing about 10 units of prana, for a total of 640 units, it wasn't much compared to geniuses like Rin who could inherit their family crest but it was something. As complicated as the mental image was, unless I find myself a better one this was what I was going to be using.

Dad was out on a trip to Germany. Or so he said.

I knew though he was going to get Illyasviel. I just hope he succeeds. Who knows? Perhaps he will this time around?