Time for some action.

*Note: Edited on 16/4/'18 - Hrunting.

Disclaimer: I don't own KHR and Fate series. Except for an OC here.


Fujibayashi Yusuke was a Japanese hitman, renowned for his swift assassinations and a high rate of success. He liked to think of himself as a modern ninja since he worked with high-calibre weapons and equipment which were compatible with Dying Will Flames. Espionage, infiltration, and especially assassination were his prized skill sets. With his incredibly dubious morals and no family members to speak of, he was the ideal choice in his chosen field within his home country.

And he was about to bring back home one of the most prized trophies in his entire career.

Yusuke hadn't received much information from his client, but through his own research it was easy to deduce the identity of his target: the son of Vongola's Young Lion, Sawada Iemitsu. Oh, don't get him wrong, it would literally be suicide for one to try and hack CEDEF's base. But, it was easy enough to track the source of the mail coming to the Sawada residence.

Everything became even clearer when he was made known of the Ninth Vongola boss' visit to the house three days ago because, despite all the discretion, neighbourhood gossip was often underestimated. After all, when someone catches a glimpse of a well-dressed elderly man surrounded by a sea of bodyguards entering the Sawada residence together with the rarely-seen Sawada patriarch, one embroiled in the Underworld could easily join the dots.

However, even with the juicy information dangling in front of his eyes, Yusuke would have still hesitated to undertake this mission. It was practically law that no one mess with Vongola because the perpetrator would be hunted all the way to the ends of the Earth by the most well-equipped agents in the world. Even the legendary hitman Reborn was closely acquainted with the current Vongola Boss, and it couldn't be more obvious that no one was willing to get preyed on by that man.

But damn, the money was good. It seemed that one of Vongola's enemies really really wanted to extract revenge.

Sure, it was an insane mission, but Yusuke prided himself on being an overly paranoid hitman. While on his missions he would disguise himself using his potent Mist Flames, masquerading as different anonymous figures. He used several aliases, though kept his distinct symbol of a gold, peace symbol stitched somewhere on his clothes. Not to mention that he was pretty much non-existent in legal records.

And so, covered in black from head to toe, with the exception of holes in his mask for his eyes, and concealed by a cloak of Rain and Mist Flames, Yusuke was ready and waiting to carry out his mission. A specialised sniper rifle was set at the edge of the roof he was on (a tall building located a few hundred metres from the target), the house of his target marked using the telescopic sight. Mist and Storm Flames were infused into the bullets, making the sniping soundless and reinforcing the bullets to be strong enough to penetrate through the body before disintegrating. Around the perimeter of the Sawada house, a dome of Mist Flame was set up to prevent sound from escaping and to divert anyone approaching the soon-to-be murder scene. He didn't have clear sightlines into the house and the inhabitants rarely were seen through the windows, so he waited for his target to come out through the porch or the front door.

A perfect preparation.

After waiting for two hours, his patience paid off, though with a small setback. A young man - not his target - slammed the front door open as he bolted out of the house and ran along the road, away from the house. He seemed desperate to escape from the Sawada residence as he cleared the boundary of the Mist Flame Dome, so Yusuke ignored him in favour of the two figures coming out of the house.

The target and his mother.

Sure, the matriarch wasn't currently a target, but it would be best to eliminate her with her son to eradicate witnesses. Yusuke's plan was to kill the boy before moving on to the mother, since he didn't want to risk losing his target if he ran away after the mother is killed. At least, if the boy was killed first, he could still track down the mother later.

Yusuke licked his lips. Well, best to use the given opportunity.

He pulled the trigger, and the next instance the boy fell. He aimed at the torso of the boy as the head of a moving target was far more difficult to hit. He pulled the trigger again, hitting the falling body in the left shoulder. Another. Good, the third shot hit near the heart. A guaranteed death within the next couple of minutes. Moving on to the now hysterical mother. The trigger was again pulled -

- and the bullet hit a pink, semi-transparent flower barrier.

Startled, Yusuke pulled the trigger again, only for the bullet to be met with the same resistance. By then he had noticed the figure standing behind the pink barrier. It was the same teenager who had run out of his Mist Flame dome, his right hand stretched out as if holding on to the protective barrier. Behind him was the Sawada matriarch and the downed target.

Impossible, how did the red-haired boy manage to enter the dome, let alone cast that barrier without his notice? Desperately Yusuke fired and fired again until his rifle's magazine ran dry, though the bullets were again and again stopped by the barrier as if it was a fortress. During the pause when he scrambled to refill his rifle, the pink barrier dissipated, but before he could utilise the window of opportunity, a massive black bow appeared in the boy's hand out of nowhere.

A small part of him wondered if Mist Flames were used to project a weapon from nothing, while the dominant part was screaming that no matter how young the boy was, nothing good came from idly witnessing someone draw their weapons on you. The red-haired teenager then drew back the bowstring without an arrow -


-I am the bone of my swords…-


- except in the next moment, a pitch black projectile with irregular edges appeared, aimed towards him. The oversized weapon was a daunting sight, and despite the ridiculous notion of a kid trying to attack him with big toys and the vast distance between them, Yusuke had no plan to get hit by that… that thing.

Abandoning his favourite sniper gun, Yusuke leapt to the side. Out of the corner of his eye he watched the projectile, enveloped in red light, sail past, just a few centimetres from his leaping body.

Yusuke shivered. If he had moved a fraction of a second slower, he would already be dead.

*He peered out from the rooftop wall, half-expecting the teenager to nock another giant arrow. Yusuke squinted, then frowned. For some reason, the teenager was simply staring at him -

A whistling sound came from behind him, gradually increasing in amplitude. Yusuke slowly turned around. It sounded familiar...

The next instant the arrow reached its mark, gruesomely ending his life.


It was the boundary field that had first alerted him to the fact that something was wrong.

Shirou knew well how passing through a bounded field should feel like - there being no feeling at all. His adopted father had set up one surrounding the Emiya residence to warn the owner of individuals with malicious intentions entering the premises. Shirou wouldn't even have known it existed if his father hadn't referred to it as an example of a good boundary field.

So the boundary field that he had just passed by must be a really crappy one, because his nose had easily picked up the distinct layer of energy spanning the perimeter of Sawada residence.

Magi in general could detect magical signatures at varying degrees of efficiency, usually through one of their five senses. Most could 'see' or 'hear' mystic energies. Rarely, magi like Rin could 'feel' them through touch. Shirou though, could 'smell' signatures (like a bloodhound, a memory from Archer that sounded suspiciously like Rin's voice supplied). Like Archer, he could determine the characteristics and even the identity of the caster from the scent of their prana signature.

The peculiar scent of something unidentifiable had startled him, causing him to halt his mad dash along the road (he wasn't sure where he had been going, just that he needed to get out of the house, to try and find some evidence that no, he wasn't stranded on another fucking dimension and he could still see Sakura). Shirou turned back to investigate the barrier -

And his heart stopped. Tsuna was toppling backward, a shower of blood falling from his back - a gunshot wound. Another wound, this time located a bit higher, his left upper body snapping back as if suddenly hit by a missile. More blood spurted out. Sawada-san stared at her son in shock, a muted scream coming from her mouth.

Reinforcing his legs, Shirou was moving even as the third shot hit the young boy. He splayed his right hand out in front of him. The magus hadn't made it in time to protect Tsuna from the last shot, but he would be damned if he let Tsuna's mother suffer the same fate.

"Rho Aias!"

A pink mystical flower-like shield sprung up from his palm, halting the next shot. Shirou didn't have time to construct all seven layers of the Conceptual Weapon, but the one level of fortress wall was enough to stop the bullet. A couple more shots hit the protection barrier, but not even one penetrated the mystic shield. It was Archer's favourite defense mechanism. Rho Aias could stop even Gáe Bolg from a parallel version of the Fifth Holy Grail War, leave alone a few measly bullets.

Suddenly, the onslaught stopped. Shirou made use of the lull to dissipate the shield, then 'projected' a massive and sturdy matte black bow: Archer's Bow. It was practically impossible for normal humans to utilise it as it required inhuman strength to draw. But Shirou, with his prana-reinforced arm, was perfectly able to use the Conceptual Weapon. It was even easier now because he could 'project' the weapon without the accompanying corruption from his grafted spiritual arm.

"I am the bone of my swords…"

As he drew back the string, another weapon appeared in his hand; a long black projectile with edges coiling around its thin core, spiraling and curving outwards. It was Hrunting, the Noble Phantasm of Beowulf, originally a magical sword used to battle the mother of Grendel and track Grendel itself. Hrunting was the perfect projectile to use as it could pursue its target even if it was deflected or avoided.

Shirou was unfortunately uninformed of the capabilities of the magical society in this area (assuming his theory was right no matter how much he refuse to accept it), so he wasn't sure if the sniper had any ability to defend himself from a normal prana-infused arrow barrage or could dodge his projectiles. Hence, he was willing to spend a bit more prana to ensure the fall of his enemy.

Red light started to envelope his 'arrow', and Shirou activated its legendary property.

"Hrunting!"

The projectile sailed straight towards the assassin, but he managed to dodge it by a hair's breadth. Shirou wasn't concerned. So long as his reinforced eyes kept track of the target, the Noble Phantasm would follow.

*Like a heat-seeking missile, Hrunting altered its trajectory in order to hit the target. Its tip, previously facing away, was now aimed at the assassin a second time.

Upon contact, the projectile exploded.

After waiting a few moments to confirm that the sniper was dead, Shirou willed his bow to dissipate into motes of prana. The projected Noble Phantasm remained one rank downgraded, though curiously, there was no interference from Gaia which usually 'fought' the existence of the fake legends and caused the slow but steady degradation of any item he created.

No matter. He could look into it later. He had more important things to do.

Over the course of his long-ranged confrontation, Sawada Nana had been cradling her broken son, wailing non-stop. The boy was still alive and suffering, and the sight truly broke his heart. Even though he had discarded some of his principles to become an Ally of Justice, Shirou still possessed a compassionate heart. And his heart bled seeing the shy and adorable young boy lying in a pool of blood.

No, he refused to accept this fate. He refused to let the dying boy leave the world, and he was going to save him.

"Sawada-san, help me put pressure on the wounds. We have to stop the bleeding or else he'll die soon. Don't worry, I'll save him! I might have something I can use, so please help me because my hands will be full for the next few minutes."

Placing pressure on one of the gunshot wounds, Shirou quickly casted Structural Analysis on the body and identified the exact locations of the injuries. Fortunately - or unfortunately, depending on your perspective – the bullets had packed quite a punch, enough to have had them exit the body. He would certainly be hard-pressed to remove the bullets while ensuring no more blood was lost.

The wound closest to the boy's heart was the most life-threatening, and it would need a miracle to heal. He quickly scanned Archer's database to see if any of the weapons had a healing capability. However, the inherited magecraft held so much information that it would require a few hours of meditation to skim through all the items present in Archer's Unlimited Blade Works, let alone find specific weapons which suited his current need. He obviously had no time for that and it greatly frustrated him.

That was when something unusual caught his attention.

It was the residue of a familiar yet unknown energy in his magic circuits. He knew this energy, the feeling of warmth (loyalty), compassion (courage), harmony (protection) and so much more; he should know of its origin yet it eluded him. He didn't have time to analyse the overwhelming (encompassing) emotions, but it did lead him to the solution for his predicament.

The trickle of the unidentified energy pooled at one location in his person: Avalon, the Everdistant Utopia, the hallowed scabbard of Excalibur. Shirou was perplexed, Avalon should've ceased most of its main functions the moment he lost his connection with his Servant, Saber, the legendary King Arthur. In addition, the scabbard had been further weakened when Saber had turned into her Alter self, not to mention his…dimension travel...should have completely severed Avalon from its source, leaving behind its hollow state.

Yet here it was, shining vibrantly as the unknown energy swirled around it, welcoming its return.

Without further ado, Shirou extracted the Conceptual Weapon.


Sawada Nana couldn't believe what was happening.

She had been living a content life, having married the love of her life and blessed with a bundle of joy, her son. It had been a normal everyday life, aside from her husband being so busy working traffic at a construction site that he couldn't be together with her and their son most of the time. It was okay, she understood that her husband's work was more important in order to ensure their family lived comfortably, and she still had Tsu-kun.

Nana was okay, really, but sometimes she couldn't help but suspect that her husband was hiding something bigfrom her, and it frustrated her.

Oh no, she was quite confident that she loved her husband and he loved her. It was just that Nana wasn't so sure of Iemitsu's way of expressing his care. It was a bit on the extreme side, as evident from the sheer number of firearms that she had stumbled across while cleaning their house. She had heard that families in America were allowed to possess guns for protection, it being legally stated in the law or something, but she didn't think the same applied in Japan. Maybe her husband was being overly paranoid? But why?

No matter. So long as her husband and her son were safe and happy, she was content with remaining oblivious.

Nana had been ecstatic when her husband had finally come home a few days ago after several months of separation. He had even brought home a guest (with an endless number of followers), a kind elderly gentleman named Timoteo who was Iemitsu's boss. The man even praised her for the magnificent Italian lunch that they had in her home and played with Tsu-kun.

Then her husband had to go back to work, leaving her alone with her son once more.

And now, she feared that Iemitsu might never get to see Tsu-kun again.

It was as if her world had shattered into pieces the moment blood spurted out of her son's body, forming a rapidly expanding pool beneath him. Her mind went blank, then hysteriafilled the void. Nana couldn't take her eyes off her broken Tsu-kun as she caught the falling body - corpse, her son's corpse, the centre of her world's dead - in her arms, heedless of her surroundings. She screamed and screamed and screamed and prayed to any deity, to anyone, to wake her from this madness, to let her see her son bubbly and alive - he's dead - once more, while she quickly lost hope.

Then, her prayers were answered.

"- ...worry, I'll save him! I might have… -"

As she heard the words, her eyes snapped to the source. Her sight was blurry with tears, but she could make out larger details like red hair. It was Emiya-kun, her most recent guest, crouching in front of her son's body. His hand was pressing close one of the holes the blood spurted from. The action spurred her into motion and she quickly pressed her shaking palms to the other two wounds.

Her heartbeat remained erratic even as she inhaled a few gulps of air. She needed to calm down and help the young man, because he had promised to save him. She needed to calm down for her boy's sake.

But instead of swiftly bringing him to the hospital, or performing surgery on the spot, or doing anything, the red-haired teenager shut his eyes and did nothing. Rage flooded her body but before she could scream -

- A miracle occurred in front of her eyes.

Flashes of golden light appeared on the young man's palm, hovering over his chest. Slowly, an object outlined with bright light came out of his body... before an exquisite piece of equipment - made of gold and decorated with blue enamel - manifested in front of her eyes.

It was one of the most beautiful things Nana had ever seen in her entire life.

The majestic item radiated a warmth that was so familiar, yet she couldn't identify where or when she had felt it before. Hope grew within her, telling her that yes, her son would be safe, enveloped by the protection the artefact granted. The act of extracting a large, solid object out of his body bode questioning, but for now Nana would trust the red-haired young man.

Emiya-kun grabbed the hovering item and aligned the tip to her son's body. The item once again shone brightly, then slowly sank into Tsu-kun's body until it was completely gone from sight. It was an astonishing phenomenon because the next moment her son's wounds emitted the same golden light. She thought she might have been hallucinating, because tiny threads of light had suddenly sprung out of the wounds and were slowly but surely interweaving themselves around the gaping holes, sealing them shut.

The event took ten minutes at most, but it felt like an eternity.

As the last of the light died down, Nana quickly examined her son. Blood still coated his body, but where there used to be three distinct holes now boasted smooth, unblemished skin. A sob escaped her mouth as she held her (warm) son close, tears flowing out of her closed eyes as she thanked the heavens again and again for it not being time forher dear boy to leave her.

The accumulated stress from the experience making itself known, Nana succumbed to exhaustion and welcomed Morpheus' realm.


Shirou was dead tired.

It wasn't the most stressful moment of his life (the entire Holy Grail War, especially the end, took the cake), but boy today had to be National 'Revelation' day or something.

One, his accursed spiritual arm wasn't cursed to him anymore.

Two, apparently he could kick a possible assailant half-asleep, then proceed to threaten said assailant with projected swords (sorry, Tsuna).

Three, he was no longer in his home dimension (his head was still reeling from that realisation, but it was the most likely scenario).

Four, it appeared that Tsuna, the innocent and adorable boy he was, was actually a sky-high beacon for assassination attempts.

And last but not least, Avalon, for whatever reason, was functioning once more for it to be able to heal gunshot wounds in a matter of minutes.

At least the assassination attempt had distracted him long enough for him to calm down from the Third Revelation (i.e. stop hysterically looking for clues that he was still in his home world). It was stupid to blindly search for evidence and ways to go dimension hopping in his current state, as even after a day of rest his body still ached and his magic circuits had yet to fully recover from the War.

But with his spiritual arm now no longer killing him, there were tons of new opportunities he could try out and use for research later. For now, he needed time to study Archer's memories and update his weapon database, while solving the mysteries of Avalon's sudden revival and the unknown yet familiar energy along the way.

And also find a way to drag both unconscious Sawadas back into their house.

Shirou sighed, relieved that even after discarding some of his principles he could still save people. His circuits were once again drained but it was definitely worth it. Sawada-san was clutching her son close even in her sleep and Tsuna, though pale from all the blood loss, was alive.

A soft smile crept on his face. Was this how Kiritsugu had felt when he had saved him from the wreckage created by the Great Fire? His good mood remained even as he carried the unconscious forms of his hosts into the house.


Next update: sometime next week.

By the way, I'm writing another crossover fic between FSN and Harry Potter, titled 'Last Command' (LC). Tell me if you might be interested to read it, and I'll post it together with FoS :)

Summary: Counter Guardian EMIYA was summoned once more since the Fifth Holy Grail War, but his current summoning situation seemed to be even worse than when Rin summoned him. Well, at least the Fates had decided to give the poor guy some salvation along the way. (Or, Archer landed on a world where True Magics and sorcery were used for the dumbest (and some of it were, admittedly, coolest) everyday applications, and his poor magical sense was bombarded with smelly stuff.)

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