Chapter Three – Witch of Betrayal

Helena sighed as she walked around the city of Fuyuki, Gilgamesh at her side. It was her third week in Japan, however aside from her arrival this was the first time she was out in the city to sight see.

She glanced at her Ruler class servant, who was dressed in a pair of black jeans, a white tee and a black leather jacket, paired with some black combat boots. His hair was down, however he still had the rectangular golden earrings dangling from his ears.

"Stop sneaking glances at me like a commoner, My Lady," Gilgamesh growled, glaring at her. She sighed, looking away. "Sorry, I wasn't thinking," she replied.

He stopped walking, and she looked at him. "Why did you stop?" she asked, confused. He scowled. "I am aware that I am not normally who you would traverse the city with, Master, however you are the one who invited me on this outing. I find it insulting that you keep looking at me, and expecting me to be someone else."

Helena walked up to him, biting her bottom lip. "I'm sorry, Gilgamesh, really," she apologized, crossing her arms. He sighed, closing his eyes. "No, I shouldn't have lost my temper. I understand that Diarmuid is usually the one to accompany you, and it was insensitive of me to be angered over such a small infraction."

She grabbed his hand, noticing that it dwarfed her smaller one, and smiled. "Honestly, Gilgamesh, I have no problems with you accompanying me. I just have to get used to it," she smiled up at him.

He let a small smile break his stoic facade. "Then shall we continue?" he asked quietly.

She pulled him along behind her, ignoring his surprised yelp (which he will later deny) and dragged him into a small tea shop.

They were quickly seated at a small private booth in the back by a young waitress, who kept batting her eyes at Gilgamesh.

"Could she be anymore obvious?" Helena huffed, looking over her menu. Gilgamesh chuckled. "She could have been throwing herself on me," he replied. Helena snorted quietly. "I suppose she could have, yes."

When the waitress returned, they quickly gave her their order, not wanting to be disturbed.

"Why does Diarmuid hate you, Gilgamesh?" Helena asked him, sipping her tea. He looked at his own drink rather sheepishly. "I suppose I wasn't the most likeable servant during the previous war. By nature I am more powerful than the other servants, and I suppose that the confidence that I have in my own abilities translated into arrogance in his eyes. However, even Saber, who was Kiritsugu's servant during the last war, dislikes me, however it is for an entirely different reason. I was, however, tentative friends with Rider."

Helena frowned. "I can understand Diarmuid thinking of you as arrogant, but that doesn't excuse the fact that he is incredibly rude to you!" she scowled. "He called you despicable, when I told him I was planning on summoning you. That was just rude and uncalled for, especially since you had only known one another on the battlefield!"

Understanding lit up in Gilgamesh's eyes, and Helena frowned at him. "Gilgamesh?" she asked. He sighed. "The reason he dislikes me so much is not solely due to my arrogance. During the last war, it came to light that my Master, Tokiomi Tohsaka, was going to sacrifice me so that he may win the war. So instead of allowing it, I helped one of the other Masters, who had already lost his servant in battle, to kill my own Master."

Helena closed her eyes, and Gilgamesh looked away, ashamed. She quickly counted to ten, and then opened her eyes to look at her servant, who was looking at the table, his eyes focused on the glass in front of him.

"I do not condone what you did, Gilgamesh," she said quietly, and he flinched slightly. "However, I also do not condone what your Master had planned, and I know that what you did was done out of self preservation."

He looked up at her. "Master?" he asked. She sighed. "I want you to know that I would never do what he did. I plan on you being my friend for a very long time, Gilgamesh. However, if at any point you no longer wish to be my servant, I ask you to tell me so."

He sent her a small smile. "Of course, Master," he replied.

~O.O~

It was dark when they left the tea shop, having spent hours inside as Gilgamesh recounted tales of Babylonia from when he was their King.

Her favourite ones were the ones after Enkidu became Gilgamesh's friend. Helena wondered if she could summon him as a heroic spirit, seeing as Gilgamesh seemed very lonely without his best friend.

Suddenly, Gilgamesh stopped, looking around with narrowed eyes. There was no one on the street, and all of the shops were closed.

He materialized his armour, and Helena quickly tried to pinpoint the danger.

"There's a Prana wave coming from that direction," she pointed West of the shop. He nodded, eyes narrowed into a glare at the source. "I believe it is another servant, Master," he replied, stepping closer to her as if to shield her.

There was a gust of wind, and suddenly a woman stood before them, her robes covered in what looked to be her own blood.

"You are... very observant... Servant..." the Spirit said to them, her words spread out as she tried to conserve her breath.

Helena laid a hand on Gilgamesh's shoulder, stopping him from moving forward. "You must be Caster, judging on your attire," she said, stepping closer.

Caster nodded, letting out a pained grunt.

"What happened to you?" Helena asked, ignoring Gilgamesh as he tried to stop her from walking up to her.

Caster gripped her stomach, and Helena saw that it was to staunch the flow of blood from a wound in her side. "I was attacked by another servant." she replied.

Suddenly, her knees gave out, and Helena rushed to grab her so that she didn't crash on the ground. "Gilgamesh!" she called out. He was by her side in an instant, grabbing Caster and lifting her up.

Helena carefully wiped the blood from her face with her hands, and Caster let out a sigh of relief. "My Master betrayed me," she whispered, "he went to another Master to have me killed so that he could summon another servant instead."

Helenas eyes narrowed into slits. "Where is your master now?" she asked. Caster breathed out a laugh. "I killed him myself. A warning to you, Kind Master of Ruler, the Lancer wields a demonic spear known as Gae Bolg."

Gilgamesh growled. "Cu Chulainn," he hissed. Helena looked at him. "Lancer is only following his masters orders, so we cannot place the blame on him. Could you bring Caster to my room, please? I will do my best to fix her up."

He sighed, but astralized with the other servant.

Helena looked at the blood on her hands, and decided to find a place to wash it off, lest the police catch her.