Omake Files

by Sage of Eyes

A collection of 1000 word Omakes for Fate/Stay Night. Do not own the Franchise, or The Fanfiction that gave me the reason to start reading Type-Moon... WHHHYYYYYY GABE! WWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHYYYYYYY!

4. Chapter 4

Omake 4

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Omake: My Cousin is a moocher.

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I finished unpacking the last of my boxes, finally finishing furnishing the large complex after three weeks of continuous buying and shipping. To my eternal surprise, the stupendously large checks arrived every month and I had quickly moved out of my old pest-infested apartment after three months. The Tohaska Clan Restoration Fund was practically on its second account, in its second bank, even the recent purchase of this practical mansion didn't take one-twelfth of one of the accounts. Though I had known that MBI had been the richest company to ever grace the world, it was another factor entirely to happen upon a good one percent of all the earnings every month.

My cell phone rang, and I checked the caller ID. I got it with a very specific person in mind, and I groaned when it was quite clearly the same person that I got it for. The true question was whether or not I should answer or just let it go. Seo always called me whenever he was in trouble, whether it was because of money or he was shamelessly womanizing again. It was mainly because the first time we went out so he could show me the city, we were cornered by the local Yakuza. Normally I would've just revealed my connections to Taiga, but I decided to keep that on the down low when my cousin started screaming about promising to pay me back later and throwing me straight at them.

I decided to let it ring for a bit, hopefully he would have some sense beaten into him. The resulting fight with the main force of the Yakuza got Taiga's attention and I was practically blackmailed into promising to return to Fuyuki within the next year. Seeing that I would have to endanger my hometown, or maybe even walk into a trap next year, I was more than a little annoyed at Seo. It wasn't enough for me to let him die though, I had a 'talk' with the local branch of Yakuza after the fight. Seo still had his debts, like any man should, but they shouldn't hurt him… too much.

After a few minutes, and being suitably disheartened since there was no way any branch of Yakuza would allow such a long call to take place, I answered the phone.

"Yo, Shirou-"

"No."

"But you haven'-"

"No." I firmly stated once more.

"I was just going to ask you to-"

"No."

"-help me on a job."

"That a lie." I countered, not breaking out of my dealing-with-moochers persona. After dealing with Taiga while I was in High School I was more than enough skilled in the art of dealing with them effectively. I had already purchased the fridge locks just in case he finds out where I live, and most of the on-hand money I had was in my pocket, with all my bank account passwords memorized.

"I'm not lying." He said, and I detected the pride in his voice, "Here! Even the twin's will back me up this time!"

There was some scuffling on the other side of the line, and I took the moment to fetch my keys and grab my riding jacket and helm. If Seo was sure enough that the twins will back him, he was most certainly not lying. I was not adverse to helping him out, just not with money.

"Here listen-"

"I'm already on my bike Seo," I answered, buttoning up my jacket. Oddly enough, Seo had bought it for me. It was much like the one he wore on occasion, just less raggedy. I would've been more thankful for it had I not had to shelter him and his girls for weeks in my old apartment because they had no heat in their little shanty hut. "Where am I headed."

"Oh just a little place in a middle of nowhere," He answered jauntily, his happiness very evident. I checked the small trunk on the back of the bike, and sure enough my toolkit was in there. "Little nuthouse is in the north district, can't miss the little nuthouse, traditional Japanese inn all the way. Few stories higher than most of the buildings there so you'll just have to take the freeway north."

"Alright," I grunted, "Who should I ask for once I get there?"

"I called ahead and told them my cousin was coming. Just mention my name and one of the tenants will lead you to the landlady." He answered simply, for some odd reason I felt like he was simply happy because he didn't have to go. "She'll just take you to where you need to be and she'll send me the payment later."

With those final words I turned off the phone, placing it in my lapel pocket, and put on my helmet. I gunned the engine and made my way to the north freeway, since I was near the city outskirts and the Japanese wilderness, it would take a few minutes to reach the North District.

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"Landlady-san!"

I turned to the side, where the voice came from. I slowed my movements with practiced ease, keeping them to human standards. It may have taken years to perfect, but it was well worth the effort to be able to interact with others easily.

"Ah, Minato-san," I gave him a small smile as I made sure to lower the fire, as to not ruin the evening meal. "What do you need?"

"A man on a motorcycle is outside." He stated, and I blinked at that as he stated what came to my own mind. "Matsu said she detected the sound of a motorcycle over the distance, and since we know that the one of the stronger Ashikabi uses a motorcycle so-"

"Don't fret Minato-san," I patted him on the head, cutting him off from what I deduced would've become a rambling speech. Though I remained composed on the outside, excitement ran through my veins at the thought of facing an opponent after such a long time. I had forgone the sword years ago, but I had not stopped training with the wooden blade, and I was confident that I could handle any incursion upon my Inn. "There is no violence in Izumo House."

He flinched as if struck, the moment the words left my lips, and I knew the fear of Takehito's technique shall live on.

I fetched my wooden blade, and walked past him towards the compound's gate. I made sure not to stain my dress with the grass by using the porch, as always I failed to make a sound upon the wooden beams as everyone else did, despite my best efforts the wood refused to creak.

I reached the door just as the man was about to knock his hand just about to strike the metal. I checked the sides of the fence, above and below, and I did not see any Sekirei. The bike was certainly present, but the Sekirei were not.

"Hello," I greeted, giving a small bow and holding the wooden sword against my chest like a broom. Hopefully, the man would simply think that I had grabbed it by mistake instead of a broom, it certainly worked before.

"I am Shirou Emiya," He nodded his helmeted head, extending his hand. I noted the accent in his voice, and his rather brusque manner and deduced that he may be a foreigner. "My cousin sent me here to fix something, he's busy today."

I gave a small sigh, and shook the offered hand, introducing myself. Seo, why must you continue to irritate me so?

"Just tell me what you need, and I'll get it done and leave." He said simply, and I had to blink at that. Maybe Seo's cousin would be a better man than Seo?

"Alright," I relented, though I did not like allowing someone I did not know into my house. it was imperative that the air conditioners were fixed before summer. I did not look forward to spending the summer with Minato's flock, inside the dining room. "Please remove your helmet, before entering my home."

He gave a grunt, and removed his helmet revealing-

Oh my.

This could be problematic.

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Omake: Title Pending.

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It was as if I was in a trance that I didn't wish to break, a dream that I didn't want to awaken from. I felt happy and content simply by sitting next to her. I could not take the small smile off my face as I sat next to her. Whenever I tried to think of something else, anything that I needed to do, I was always interrupted by a strange thought.

I was at her side, I do not need for anything else.

It was fascinating, and humbling, how her simple presence could make me feel so satisfied. I didn't need anything, as long as I was with her. The thought of being somewhere without her appalled me, and I wondered how she and I were even separated when we were children. I didn't want to leave her side, no matter what.

Not that she seemed to mind that, she had yet to let me go since we have seen each other. She had me carry her up the hill, but that was hardly a problem and we sat next to each other on the bench where I had waited before. Her suitcase was by her side, but I didn't give it notice after it stopped growling at me.

"Mina-Shirou," She broke the silence, and I immediately looked to her without so much a thought.

"Yes, Sensei?" The words left my mouth even before, I thought of them, my instinct to appease her going past the speed of my thoughts. I could hardly complain, since I would have done the same anyways, but the split second reaction was fast enough that I almost said it twice.

She pursed her lips and she met my eyes, I was glad she was no longer crying. The few moments where she had been crying, I had felt terrible. I hadn't known what to do, and that led me to apologize over and over, because some part of me knew that it was my fault that she had been crying.

We stared at each other for a moment, and her face slowly reddened and she averted her gaze. I made a move to follow, craning my neck so I could link eyes again. The sudden movement surprised her enough that she squeaked, a sound that I was very amused to hear and made the smile on my face bigger.

She moved her head once more, this time so that it wasn't possible for me to crane my neck to see into her eyes. I would've moved to the other side, but her arms around my waist did not budge, and I would not even dare try to force her into doing something she did not want to do.

"Sensei?" I ventured again, my inquisitiveness peaking enough for me to question her after a few moments.

She locked eyes with me again, her cheeks lightly suffused with pink.

She mumbled something, and my ears strained to hear her. I almost flooded my ears with enough Od to hear everything in the district before I stopped myself, and decided to just ask her again.

"I was unable to hear you, Sensei." I spoke softly, my hand bringing up her chin slightly.

Her cheeks reddened further, and my smile lessened as she did not speak, was she angry at me? I cursed my lack of knowledge of her reactions, and my own inability to hear her earlier. I should have paid more attenti-

"I'm hungry," She said simply, followed slowly, by the light rumbling of her stomach.

As if following her lead, my own stomach rumbled in protest, and I suddenly remembered that I had not eaten this evening as well.

"Let's take care of that then," I answered simply, I stood up and reached down. I picked her up, my smile reaching its former size as she didn't protest, her arms going up to my neck instead. I was about to walk to the limo what she swatted me in the back of the head, confusing me.

"You forgot my luggage," She pointed out and I picked it up as well.

"I promise I won't ever forget again."

I meant it for more than luggage though, and by the blush of her cheeks she knew what I meant.

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Omake: Troublesome Ties.

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It had taken quite a bit of courage to approach Matsu about my sudden… difficulties. Granted I already knew that Matsu would tease me shamelessly about it, no matter how I took care of it, but I did not particularly like the thought about Matsu being right about my private life in even the smallest of ways. The thoughts that went around in her head was not the sort that any young woman should be having, let alone actively trying to impress upon others, I could only imagine what she would think about me inquiring about a man.

But it needed to be done, he had already visited three times and each time it was getting harder to stop my instincts. It would hardly be becoming of me to simply claim him as my Ashikabi without looking into his background. It would ease my mind immensely to that he was a normal man, if my guard collapses and I wing myself to him I could do so without qualm.

The fear of doing so was large enough that I could not help but set up precautions.

My eyes have lingered on him far longer than appropriate by the end of his first visit, by the second I was had taken to gripping my bamboo sword and reciting the forms of the style I chose whenever I had the urge to press myself upon him. The bamboo hilt was nearly crushed halfway through his visit and I had to clasp at my kimono for most of the visit. At his third visit my control had faltered and I actually latched on to him, pressing my body against his. I had managed to catch myself, and apologized for tripping onto him, even though we had been walking on the perfectly smooth tatami of the kitchen.

It was still hard to forget the feelings of the contours hidden underneath his shir-

No, no, no.

Groping is indecent, Miya!

I pursed my lips and cut off that chain of thought, stepping into Matsu's room.

It was just as I had expected, half of the monitors rigged to very inappropriate channels and the other half to the rest to something actually productive. Matsu was, of course, more ingratiated on the inappropriate than her actual work.

It was time to fix that.

I took a deep breath, I saw her rapidly pale and her neck turned in a glacially slow pace. She knew exactly what was going to happen.

"Lewd thing's are Prohibited in Izumo Inn!"

Takehito's skill was quite helpful in such regards.

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I could not keep the smile from spreading across my face. After months of separation, Rin has finally completed her last project for the Clock Tower and was now headed here with Saber. I could finally be with my family again. Everything was set, all the funds were solid, the mansion was set with the Rune Array that Rin had sent me over in e-mail was fully powered by the small natural ley line that I had bought this house for. First and foremost in all these fact however, was that I had finally finished the kitchen and the baby's room, the latter having plagued to no end for the last few months because there were no Japanese or English set of instructions. I had bought the 'best' crib I could find, and apparently it was from Sweden, so naturally, the instructions were Swedish.

Hardly anything could ruin my good mood today.

I no longer had to deal with accursed Swedish instructions, and my family would be arriving in less than a year a full half-century ahead of schedule. I may see my daughter's first birthday!

Then I spotted a familiar face at the window and I knew dark times were indeed coming.

I had truly wished that her kind would be repelled by the wards, but it appears that even though she was a blood thirsty beast she was not underneath. She could hardly be anything but such after all.

I opened the door slowly, but almost immediately after I turned the knob she burst through the door, I was pinned against the wall faster than I expected. My circuits were already blazing, and I formed a knife in my hand when-

Her lips crashed onto mine, with much more heat and passion from a woman that met merely once before. I noticed that there seemed to be blood on her uniform, and even splotches of red were in her light gray hair. That all paled in comparison, however, when the Od that I felt being sucked from me fled into the pitch black feather wings that sprouted from her back. I was surprised, and frozen when her lips left mine.

"I'll have quite some fun with you as my Ashikabi." She whispered into my ear, "This is more than enough to get her back into battle." She held me harder against the wall, but using her body instead of her arms. Her arms drafted to her waist, and she gave the largest smile when she pulled up the two kitchen knives I had manifested while it was happening, the only reason why they were knives were because I did not want to blow my cover by summoning my blades.

She brought a blade up between the meager distance between our faces, and licked the flat of one of the blades as she stabbed the other into the wall. Having been enhanced it sank up to its hilt.

"I have a feeling that you won't be too boring as well, Ashikabi-kun"

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Omake: Bloody Blades.

I need a copy of Melty Blood ASAP.

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I believed that I was simply just saving another person that night. Just a simple save a person and leave scenario, type 13: one apostle three ghouls. Not a big deal, especially because I had access to more than a few holy weapons that could deal with them easily. A particular set of knives had great aerodynamic capabilities, and burned things from the inside out, what more can an undead hunter want?

Then, as I took down the ghouls she brought out a gun and killed the apostle. Now that may not sound very special, since guns are generally killing weapons, especially when it connects to the forehead, but this was an Dead Apostle, a being with the ability to regenerate nigh continuously. Artillery shells had no hope of taking one down, let alone a single shot from a handgun.

Unless, of course, it was a Mystic Code and had disproportionate firepower behind it, which normally I would be glad to see when I'm hunting those things down. The problem lay in the fact that Mystic Codes that can kill a dead apostle in one shot would be strictly regulated by the Clock Tower, and therefore whoever wielded it would be associated with the Clock Tower in turn. Of course that left either enforcers or nobles to wield such artifacts…

Honestly neither one of those groups liked me at all, one had standing orders to capture me for examination and the other wanted to kill me then experiment on me but funded the first since they weren't very picky in what condition they received me in. The chances of this girl having lured out the Dead Apostle since the very beginning was high, and was properly prepared unlike myself. I hope that no one would find the grocery bags on the rafters, this will probably take longer than I originally though-

"Pick up your grocery bags, Emiya Shirou. I require your assistance to deal with a grave threat."

What? How did she-

She frowned, and the streetlight hit her as her body shifted, revealing hair the shade I had not seen since Rider was eliminated from the Grail War three years ago. I took a deep breath and my eyes widened as I did not smell 3 sources of vampiric power but 4 in the alley.

I raised my hand at her, blades were forming already at my shoulders. It seems I was wrong about her being a part of the Clock Tower, Apostles were hardly allowed to live there after all. It was probably a territorial dispute, and I just took out the lesser opponent and got my ticket punched for a full ride. I started the mental processes for summoning Unlimited Blade Works, the reality marble proved itself dozens of times to be a deadly resource against any who wished to traverse my mind.

She flinched at the presence of the numerous knives and she fingered her gun. I pulled a few more copies into reality, I did not want to test Avalon against a weapon that destroyed am Apostle in a single shot. I began to gather power for Rho Ais, the flower petal shield, just in case she survived the first few shots.

"I know that you are inquisitive, but I must insist that we reach your apartment before we converse, time and lives are of essence Emiya-san." She spoke quietly and I narrowed my eyes.

"Explain to me why I should trust you, Apostle." I stated simply, there was no point in speaking, but her nature bewildered me, she was calm in the face the 2 dozen holy weapons I had pointed at her. It could be because she simply did not fear them, or had an ace in her sleeve. Both factors made me cautious enough to see where this conversation went.

"It seems my calculations about how your exile would affect your state of mind were greatly under par." She demurred, "I shall put away my weapon and explain here then, my life is at your hands Emiya." She clipped the weapon back to her side and put her palms to out facing me.

"Speak then," I spoke out tersely, had she somehow set up this entire meeting? Did she have some sort of Pre-recognition power in accordance to her mind reading.

"My name is Sion Eltnam Altasia, I am becoming an Apostle and searching for a cure before the transformation fully realizes itself and changes my psychological profile against my will."

Whoa.

"Whoa indeed." She nodded, and I realized that I spoke my mind. Her raised brow made me realize that I also began to scratch the back of my head, since I pointed at the direction I would launch a weapon it made the floating blades around me do some pretty serious maneuvers in the air.

She took a breath.

"I have located a True Ancestor and I believe she knows the cure for my condition."

My jaw almost hit the floor, and a few of the knives dematerialized from my sheer surprise.

"Unfortunately the one who sired me is heading there as well, and his powers influence beings around into a berserker state that will cause reckless mayhem and destruction. I believe that even the True Ancestor and her Companions will be affected." Her apathetic eyes gained an edge. "Your particular skill set will prove very effective against Wallachia, and your Reality marble will stop you from being influenced by his hypnotic suggestions."

I gaped at her, my knives dematerializing. True Ancestors? The thirteenth Dead Apostle Ancestor? What's next? A curry-addicted nun with a penchant for BFG's?!

"This sounds like something out of a bad movie." I groaned, palming my face.

"You're my only hope, Emiya Shirou." She demurred once more, the edges of her lips twitching.

"Just follow me." I groaned, I set her up for that I was sure.

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Omake: Avalon.

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"Uzu-"

My breath hitched, and my eyes widened even though there was only darkness. It was him.

"-me."

I heard his voice. It sounded so far away, yet so much closer than I ever believed I would ever hear again. I wanted to move towards it, to be with him again. I struggled and struggled, yet for all the power I supposedly had I could not move an inch from where I was.

I felt his breath linger on my skin for the briefest of moments, the kind of breath that would've been felt if someone spoke to you a few feet away. I struggled even harder against whatever captured me, I needed to be with him. I felt something give away, and wherever I was, seemed not as bleak as it used to be.

"Uzume…"

He spoke one more time, and I struggled more against whatever bound me. There was no force in this world that could stop me from being with him once more! His voice seemed farther this time, and it was more than enough for me to double- no triple- my efforts against the bonds that held me from him.

His breath hit me once more, and I felt dazed as I inhaled it. Like fire, warm yet clean just as I remembered all those years ago, I felt like I was burning where his breath lingered. My bindings buckled a miniscule amount, but I felt exhilaration rise from my core as I moved forward.

"Oh, ho?"

The voice was as sweet as honey, and I looked to my left and my breath escaped from my body. She stood there, her face bemused. She was… I couldn't explain it. She was thin but comely, kind yet harsh, she stood openly yet guarded, she seemed curious yet apathetic. Her skin was fair, yet dusky, her hair vibrant yet subdued.

I knew that she was neither human nor Sekirei, but I did not care.

"Can you help me?"

My voice was raspy, as if I had not drank anything for days. I noticed for the first time that I hungered and thirsted fiercely, but I found it of very little importance. I will be content and satisfied the moment I was at his side.

She blinked rapidly, and I was entranced briefly of how her eyes changed at every blink. I knew, for some reason, that she was looking at me from dozens of different perspectives. At every other blink, I felt as if the very secrets of my being was exposed by the new pair.

"I did not think your kind would intrude upon here as well." She noted, circling me. "None of you ever seem to fully die enough for such a thing."

There was no time for introspective philosophy! His voice was mere whispers now! His breath no longer reached me! I struggled to my full extent, and I felt something give away in my shoulder, but I did not care as by the end of the struggle I could feel his breath again. I sis not know how long I struggled, but by the time I was done, the woman was staring at me intently once more.

"You are harming your Self with this continued struggle." She noted, and in a blink she was where the pain was originating, her hand on my shoulder. She pushed, and the pain spiked, but lessened immediately. I struggled forward again, but she held me back, her other hand resting firmly on my other shoulder.

His voice became a whisper once more, and his breath began to not linger so much.

"Tell me," The woman said, staring into my eyes with a pair that instilled fear into my very being. "What makes you think that I will allow into my children's hopes and dreams?"

I did not know what she was speaking about, I only wanted to be with him. I wanted to be held by him, comforted by him, kissed by him. Every moment I spent idle now would only keep my from him.

Please help me.

She hummed and closed her eyes, as if deep in thought, a part of me told myself that I did not say it out loud and that she shouldn't be able to know what I had just thought. A larger part of me knew that it did not matter.

She opened them once more, and she smiled the most beautiful smile I could ever imagine.

She waved her hand and the darkness disappeared, replaced by rolling green meadows, the bluest sky that I had ever seen and the most beautiful sun that hung in the sky. As simple as it was, seeing but a single blade of grass made me happy in ways I never could imagine. What made me the happiest though, was in the distance there was a cottage, made of wood and glass. Two figures clad in white and blue stood next to each other.

One had red hair, and the other gold.

Then I heard, a beep.

The woman beside me frowned, it seemed horrible on her face.

"It seems your kind do not respect my laws," She intoned, and I felt dread crawl into my heart. "No matter, I have decided, that this shall occur, my mandates shall take precedent in the future if it cannot now."

I did not know what she meant, but fear settled into my core, and I broke into a sprint towards him. I grew closer and closer, I could smell his scent of fire, and the scent of the one close to him. I closed enough to see him smile, I extended my hand to touch him.

My eyes opened and I was looking at my outstretched hand, an IV stick into it, outlined by a grew ceiling.

"Minato! She's awake! Uzume-san's back!"

I was alive again.

And I was crying again.

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Not a single f*ck was given for your familial love this day.

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Omake: Bloody Blades II: Bleed Harder.

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I took a deep breath, filling my senses of the environment and searching. In a heavily urbanized are such as Misaki, it was difficult to pinpoint the exact location of the scents, but there were many of them all around. The city was devoid of ley lines, the natural wells of magic that the Tohaska's had taken Fuyuki for, so there was no interference from natural magic to inhibit my skills.

After my hasty recruitment by Sion, one of the few questions she had was how did I immediately know about her infection. Seeing as she garnered most of her information about myself from the Mage Association, she was naturally surprised about a particular ability that I did not bother to speak about.

I was, of course, more surprised about her explanation of how she was able to set up the entire situation.

Formulas.

Mathematical Formulas to be exact.

The lavenderette is an extremely accomplished alchemist, and in the world of chemicals a lot of importance lay in the ability to estimate and gauge the reactions or inaction of chemicals. Somehow, through all that training, she managed to extend it far enough into a form of pre-recognition that allows her to be steps ahead of her enemy by simply analyzing their muscles during combat.

I would not have believed it myself if not for the fact that I could practically summon my mental world unto the real world. The fact that she picked the correct numbers of that lottery ticket helped very much. During her travels across the world, it seems that her main form of income was simply going to a convenience store and picking the winning numbers for a particular lottery.

She had a small purse filled with checks from various nationalities, each one made out for cash. More than 10 billion yen inside that single purse, and I was getting three of the checks by the end of this. The law of equivalent exchange is now my favorite law of all.

Originally, I had been simple muscle, just someone who could possibly go toe-to-toe with anything that the Night of Walachia would be able to throw at us. My combat prowess combined with my reality marble and it's inherent ability to allow me to ward off mental intrusion, made me one of the prime candidates for Sion's recruitment drive. She had an original companion of course, who went by the name of Riesbyfe, but she had been killed by the monster the last time they had fought.

I had to admit, the girl's dedication to destroying one vampire frightened me. Though I did not speak it out loud, I had a feeling that she did not plan for anything beyond finding the cure for vampirism and killing the thirteenth Ancestor. She was mindlessly pursuing a set of objectives, not caring how it ended. It made me feel squeamish, how she seemed to disregard things that would be unable to help her in her goals.

Like that girl we just rescued, who's part vampire like herself. She could hardly be any more than 14 and she's suddenly been thrown into a world of blood and magic, granted I was 16 when I fought in the Grail War, but I at least knew the existence of magic beforehand. She knew nothing more about Dead Apostles than the average teenager and now she was turning into one courtesy of the monster we were hunting.

Sion had stated that the girl knew the man who guarded the True Ancestor, and could be used as leverage if needed later on. If she had not promised to cure the girl for her help, I would have already left from the sheer fact that she was using the girl.

She must've noticed my trepidation in her actions, probably caught the look on my face when she had explained her plans. I had, admittedly, been very angered at that moment, and I guess that she thought that it was best that I should simmer down before we spoke again.

I should be cooking now, not acting as a damned detector on top of the motel we were staying at, extending the range of my senses as far as I could. Sion was a fairly good che- no I couldn't call her that, she approached cooking like a science. Her food was delicious, but lacked… something. Too perfect to be perfect in a sense, her food was uncanny and made me feel somewhat sick despite the fact that it was made perfectly.

I truly felt for the poor girl that she had to feed now, the contrast between synthesized food and cooked food may shatter whatever was left of her mind.

Then I caught a scent and nearly bolted upright.

It was a terrible scent, like heated blood. It radiated, I felt it pass over me, stop and pass over me once more. It carried power, and fear that I had not felt since I met Heracles in the field of battle so many years ago. It made me want to run away, but whatever it was it was heading towards the freeway, maybe minutes away from where I caught it's scent.

It was rush hour, the entire place was clogged up, if whatever monster I was about to face reached that place it would be a humongous slaughter. Sion, as powerful her gun and her Etherlite was, would not be able to intercept it with me, as she was not as well-versed as I was in Reinforcement.

It seems whatever it was, I would be facing it alone.

As if I expected anything more.

I called forth tonbongiri, one of a set of three spears made by a famed craftsman, it was lighter than any sword I could manifest, and sharp enough that I would receive a cut before feeling the pain. It's crux between the ethereal gold blade and the white wood, was just as sharp as the blade and entered bodies as easily as the tip could. As a weapon against men, it would have been set against the ground and run through both men and horse. Against Apostles, I thrust it into their chest until the crux took the place of their two lungs, it will not break inside them. Either I will remove it along with the ribcage or they will do it for me.

I was ready to fight.

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Warcuied Vs. Shirou! FIGHT.

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Omake: Prisma Days.

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Finally… one just for the lawls.

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The entrance to the school was surprisingly well kept, despite my expectations of it to be extremely messy. It had certainly been a long time since I re-attended elementary school, and I had gone to a co-ed school unlike Ilya so that may attribute to some of my expectations of the lockers being either covered in mud or glitter. Though I didn't really doubt the well-kept nature of the private girls school, I certainly expected there to be at least a wrapper of sorts on the floor, not the complete and utterly blinding cleanliness that I entered into.

I was slightly worried that my absence would incite some sort of response from Sella later on, but I was worried enough by Ilya's version of Archer suddenly appeared to disregard that.

From what I gathered, Ilya and her new friend had been fighting some sort of pseudo Grail War that involved fighting the Servants and 'capturing' them into cards like that odd show with the flying stuffed animal and the cane that looks like a bird. The ability to reinforce my hearing was one of the few reasons I even knew about this entire debacle, wherever the servant fights had occurred (as far as I knew) they always occurred in some sort of dimensional pocket that was only accessible by some obscure ritual that Zeltretch probably made himself. I couldn't help, even if I wanted to…

But then Ilya's 'cousin' appeared and tried to put the moves on me, and judging from the relatively simplistic way that Rin and Luvia bound the two together, the two can hardly go two steps without trying to choke themselves (literally). I wanted to keep a closer watch on the two of them, especially because if Kuro is just like Archer it would mean she would very much like to kill Ilya just so that she would not exist.

She may have only been someone who I barely knew in my past life, but she was certainly my sister in this one, oddities and all she and I grew up together and she was my family along with Leyseritt, Sella, Kiritsugu and Irisveil now. I could hardly allow for her alternate self to murder her in hopes of never existing.

…it is a sad day for me to accept that as a goal without laughing at myself.

Well.. onwards, to make sure that the two have yet to kill themselves accidentally.

Then I heard the rapid footsteps that I was oh-so familiar with from my past life, but had not heard my entire new-life. It was a terrifying cacophony of sandals slapping against floor, and the floor groaning despite it being stuck to the ground. It was the march of the most dangerous omnivore in the world.

"IIILLLLLYYAAAAAA!" The monster roared, covering the distance between me and herself in speeds relative to a spear from the Gate of Babylon. Primal fear welled up inside me, and my legs refused to budge, my new body not used to reacting to the great otherworldly being that was Taiga in this new life of mine. "I'MMMMM COOMMMINNNGGGGG!"

I saw both my old life and my new life flash before my eyes and I realized that I was going to die a virgin this time. Which was disappointing considering I knew what to do this time, and it wouldn't have been nearly so much as helpless-

Then she slammed into me, and with me held aloft by this beast I went straight through the poor wooden door.

Thank you, any deity responsible for this, for allowing me to properly cultivate my twenty seven circuits this time around for I would surely have been broken by such impact my last life.

I flew through the air for an immeasurable moment of time, and hit the tiled floor face first. The pain was stifling, and because of Taiga's immense strength my nose broke, resolting in a rather large deluge of blood to start flowing from my nose as I opened my eyes.

"Greeting's Emiya Shirou." Caren stated simply, as I stared up her very… original pair of panties."I see you are still somehow managing to bring both happiness to myself and yourself at the same time."

I swore I heard a fly buzz through the room.

"Onii-chan…"

I held up my hand, hoping the ever-ambivalent daughter of Kotomine Kirei will help me up. Thankfully, the man was dead in this dimension and I didn't have to worry about him mucking things up. Of course, such a void in the universe must be filled in some way, and that was easily filled by Caren who was very, very much like her father.

Why was she even a nurse? The last time we met she was a nun at the local church, which she was most certainly too young to be doing as well.

"M-miss Caren," My sister stuttered, her face covered by a massive blush. My hand was still outstretched, and I was trying to not look up. "Are you going to pick my help my brother up?"

She used her leg to put down my call of assistance, and placed her foot right on my chest.

"I believe that this is a mutually beneficial situation," She stated stoically, the new position very much filling up the entirety of my vision, and cutting my view of her face off. She shifted and I saw her pointing at the shell-shocked party.

"I do not like looking at people not in pain!" She declared, pressing down on my chest with her foot even more. "Leave us!"

Oh good lord how am I going to explain this to dad?!

…

Omake: Surprises.

…

The evening was fairly uneventful after we reached the limousine save the fact that the moment Aoko began to rest I had to stop her briefcase from eating me. Thankfully, having a dermis composed of blades helped in the regards of saving my leg. She slept most of the ride, and I had asked the driver if there were any restaurants open at this hour.

The look he gave me answered that question quickly, and allowed me to realize that it was actually four in the morning now. I had an odd feeling that I was forgetting something important about that time…something very, important.

Ehh… not as important as making sure that sensei get's a good night's sleep though. Jet lag is horrible to deal with after only three hours of sleep, my detainment at the airport where I met my mother could attest to that.

And I didn't want her to get uncomfortable on any occasion anyways. What kind of person would I be, anyways, to not put her needs ahead of the unlimited sums of money that I had been graciously given? I had read that Shin Tokyo had a very nice six-star hotel that has a very nice penthouse suite.

No one would mind me spending some time with Sensei, after all.

Those thoughts in mind, I called the driver to just take us to a hotel. The only problem lay in the fact that, since this would be the first time I would be going to the hotel as well, I would be unsure of the staff. Sensei has plenty of enemies, and they would certainly try to kill her in plenty of ways.

She would need to eat once she woke up, yet I couldn't trust anyone to cook for her just yet.

…it seems that I will simply have to requisition the kitchens as well as the penthouse.

...

Takami Satoshi was not what you would call a calm woman. Nay, she was one of the most temperamental beings on the planet, narrowly avoiding a place in the top one hundred due to the fact that many considered the planet itself to be a bit temperamental. Without such a barrier in place, she'd have made the list easily at the very bottom.

Very few things could ever make her nervous, and yes even a tiny bit agitated.

The biggest person on that particular list was her half-way-to-the-institute husband, followed by socially-repressed daughter, and then all the aliens that she became surrogate mothers to in the process of making sure they wouldn't be able to break normal men and women in half.

Yes, you were all thinking that our red-haired hero, was going to be part of that list. In all actuality, despite his attempts on the otherwise, her son proved to be really more like her than his father, unlike his sister. Calm, collected, and not afraid to show some lethality to get what he wants.

She was particularly happy that that particular trait came through, there had been more than a few nights when she sent Minaka to the master bedroom (Since that's what the living room technically was nowadays) and wondered if she was ever going to see her familial traits came through. She could hardly face her mother's ghost if the Satoshi line of Imperial Samurai didn't come through.

According to the cameras, he was already well versed in blades, the only thing left was archery and she could rest easy.

Now she could rest easy, despite all the odds being against her. Her son was an undeniable warrior by all means, and the tidy marriage contract she saw through all those years ago was neatly in the process of being carried out.

The joys of a mother cease only when her grandchildren have their own grandchildren, by that time she would just be gloating.

…

Homura, the very first Sekirei of our cooking hero, was a very calm, collected individual…

In any situation that did not regard his gender or her master.

Appropriatly, whenever one wasn't not messing with her, it chose to taunt him with the other one quite thoroughly. In this particular instance, it was her master not his gender.

The particular question that seemed to try to give him a stroke, was where exactly his master currently was as aliens fought for dominance in the various parts of the city. He had told them that he was just going to meet with an old friend, and that he'd be back in an hour.

That deadline rushed by 10 hours ago, and her nerves were in quite the tizzy as she bothered the only person that could possibly find his Ashikabi thoroughly.

Matsu, the only person who could find her Ashikabi, was really starting to think that no amount of happy time later on could hope to make up for this.

Honestly, a regular person would've gouged out their ears hours ago, the only driving force for Matsu was the memory of Akitsu walking with a limp out of the shed with Shirou a few weeks ago and how she would fare when a woman taller than her was so thoroughly ravished.

The shivers gave her hope as the white haired girl/boy thing started to hyperventilate in her ear.

…

Omake: In which Sage just wants to make watcher's life harder with this explanation why he has no title.

Or

Bloody Blades 3: Bleed With A Vengeance.

…

Shirou Emiya Move List:

Standard Attack ::Spear Thrust:: Square, Left or Right, Straight.

Heavy Attack ::Staff Slam:: Triangle, Left or right, Large Arc.

Quick Attack ::Jab:: X, Left or Right, Small arc.

Ranged Attack ::Spear Throw:: Down, Square, Any Direction.

Ranged Attack 2 ::Blade Blast:: Down, Square, Left or Right (Haxxor, Spam!)

Ranged Attack 3 ::Knife Throw x3:: Down, X, Any Direction.

Sweep ::Spear Sweep:: Hold Down, Square.

Blowback Edge ::Impale:: Quick Attack, Square, Up.

Combo 2 ::Spear Dash:: X, Square, Square, Any Direction.

Launcher ::Beatdown:: X, Triangle, X, Left or Right.

50 Percent Ex Move ::Spear Shot:: Down, Hold Square, Release.

150 Percent Ex Move ::Broken Spear Shot:: Down, Hold Triangle, Release.

300 Percent Arc Drive ::Crane Wing, Three Chains:: Down, Hold X, Release.

…

Claws that could rip through steel, a primal ferocity combined with a mind that planned dozens of steps ahead and with barely withheld power beneath its skin. It was what I faced with the legendary spear, it was above any Apostle, for its blood red eyes and fangs most certainly marked it as one, that I had ever faced.

The legendary spear in my hands, along with its sister spears were made to never break against the endless charges of cavalry. It's legend lay around that no matter how strong the beast it would not budge against the ground it was firmly planted against. It was made to be an immovable object to an unstoppable force, it was a good choice of weaponry against apostles, given the fact that they were quite often an unstoppable force. I had managed to catch it unaware in the beginning of the battle, and speared it through in the small clearing, managing to push the butt of the spear into the ground where its mystery took place and became immovable.

As I had expected, the beast that had the form of a short haired blonde, clad in a beige turtle neck and a purple long skirt pulled itself free from the first strike in a fountain of gore mere seconds after it realized it would be unable to make the spear buckle.

Then it received 6 holy knives to its form, I had thrown the small darts of consecrated glowing metal at speeds that made sure they punched through the body to slow the beast ever so slightly

The beast was fast and cunning, swiping at me the moment I managed to retrieve the spear. It's claws tore into my chest and arms, breaking skin that healed moments later, and making my steel flesh groan as they were torn into. The attack was so fast and furious that I was forced to guard with the spear's shaft and slam the side of the spear into her side to push her away.

I gained only a second of respite, not even enough time to manifest one of the two blades that I wished to. This Apostle was a speed demon, it never gave me enough time to manifest my weapons. I couldn't hope to guard against her attacks continuously, the only method that would probably allow me to manifest the two weapons was blocked away.

But that did not mean I could not prepare them, I prepared the trigger in my head and flared my circuits. The heat of the battle already bringing them to life in ways only battles can hope to do.

I back-stepped from a clearly telegraphed swipe, only to realize that there was a tree behind me. The being capitalized on my latency, or probably even planned it since the beginning, and cocked back it's arm. I had only a moment to bring forth the spear in a guard before its fist connected.

The spear did not shatter, it's mystery only being heighted because it was against such a greater force. My ribs cracked under the pressure, the prominent ones bending inward enough to flatten my chest ever so slightly. Only the reinforcement of my organs saved them from being punctured and killing me from the inside. The only thing that the hit destroyed, was the tree behind me, the force pushing me through 2 feet of wood without resistance.

A tank shell, that was only thing that I could imagine with the ability to punch through a tree without so much as a damn.

The Apostle's assault did not stop, she rushed forward to finish me off.

Completely forgetting how she was gored in the chest in the first place.

The spear went through her fully this time, I utilized the fact that I was on the ground to trip the beast into goring itself fully through the spear.

It gave me 4 seconds, enough time to forge just one pair to my utmost limits.

I leapt backwards pushing myself from my flat postion and away from where it was impaled, my chest was shattered and I could barely hold myself up, only my spine and shoulders held me aloft. The fire of my magical circuits made the pain a distant reality and I formed the two blades in my hand.

3 seconds.

I crossed the blades over my shattered chest and recited the verse as I ran forward towards the beast already halfway out of its prison.

Spirit and technique, flawless and firm
Our strength rips the mountains
Our swords split the water

2 seconds, she was out.
Our names reach the imperial villa
The two of us cannot hold heavens together

1 second, her speed was carrying her forward much faster than I ever could. Her claws were covered in my blood and they were coming down to claw my skull in half.
—Two great men, shared a life!

They were broken, my energy to much for me to hope to control. They sliced into her, their blades breaking into her and shattering into hundreds of pieces.

There was a moment where it seemed surprised, the same moment my knees hit the floor every breath almost forcing my will to submission.

Then all those shards, all those shards that were filled to the brim with my Prana began to explode, making small flashes of light for even the smallest speck. Some were even still outside, creating an odd outline of a white X.

Then the largest pieces, inside the Apostle, exploded themselves.

It was, needless to say despite my caved in chest, my victory.

…

Omake: Pairings With A Vengeance.

…

I opened my eyes and there was only the sun setting in the distance.

She was gone.

The mysterious warrior who saved my life was gone.

The woman who fought for me was gone.

The silly girl who could make me crack a smile was gone.

The lady I fell in love with was gone.

The goddess that I had no right to love was back in her eternal slumber.

My body was aching, I hurt everywhere. My body screamed for rest, for relinquishment of the pain it felt. My heart ached with two pains, it was a romanticized thought, but it was the only way I could express the despair.

But in that despair, I found hope.

She had told me her story, and how she would face trails after she was awakened from her slumber. How she would be captured, and how she would be freed…

Freed by the man she loved.

There was that pain again.

My hand drifted to over to my chest, and I gave a sigh.

Could I do it?

Can I manage to love her from afar, can I manage to love her from a distance?

Can I protect her from the shadows, without revealing myself?

Could I leave her at his hands?

I looked up and took my hand from my chest. I stared at her symbol and felt very insignificant, after all it was difficult to forget its size after seeing it once.

I lifted my hand up, picturing cupping her face instead of the distant moon.

My lips curled upwards as a sole tear went down my cheek.

"I love you."

Heh, I looked down and turned away. A flick of my wrist took off the tear from my cheek.

The smile on my face refused to go away, and I thrust my hands into my pockets starting the long trek home.

Planning to move to another city takes a long time after all.

…

"Lady, you know it's 10 pm, correct?" I raised an eyebrow, stopping my hand from turning the key and locking the shutter

"Yes, I do."

I cocked my head to the side, evaluating her.

"Do I know you from somewhere?"

"You cooked for me…" She seemed thoughtful for a moment, probably trying to remember. "A week ago."

Then I recognized her, and I could swear my eyes almost popped from their sockets.

"You're the girl who ordered all the curry I had last week!" I pointed almost jumping up from the kneeling position that I was using to lock the shutters. I blinked a few more times as I took in what she was wearing. "You're a nun?"

She blinked rapidly at that, before rounding on me.

"Why- shouldn't my habit already." She blustered for a moment, fiddling with said headwear.

Well I wasn't really up to date with fetishes these days, so for all I could kno-

She froze, and I felt a chill go up my spine as I realized I was talking out loud.

I knelt back down and took out my keys as I felt the waves of feminine fury descend upon me. I plastered the biggest smile I could on my face as I lifted the shutters to open up my recently closed stand.

"So what did you want me to cook for you? First bowl's on the house!"

That was my first meeting with the burial against, Ciel wielder of Seven.

…

It was a rather lavish apartment, compared to the hundreds that were in the city. To be truthful it was most of lower left corner of the entire building. The purchase was mainly funded by that lottery ticket that she had bought during the war for fun, it may have been a few weeks after the war when the numbers were drawn but her luck rank stayed with the ticket in a sense.

I had dutifully remade the space into a place that I would be able to call 'home', so it was mainly compromised of several rooms, a dining room and a sitting room as close to traditional Japanese as I could. The only room in the house that could be counted as 'modern' was the kitchen, which had not seen as much use as I hoped it would due to the fact that I rarely cooked in the house. It would have been a waste of food to just feed myself after all.

That's why I started the stand of course, money was of no object thanks to the fact I invested in Raiga's 'business' rather than put all the money in the bank. I felt the that my money would be safer with family than a bank anyways, less chances of being tracked when it was mainly liquid.

My workshop was underneath the generator room of the high rise, and it was the main reason I even lived in it. Underneath the building was a set of pillars designed to prevent earthquakes from toppling the complex, and it provided plenty of space for any experiment I could come up with.

And it was very hard to destroy something reinforced with rebar and concrete, very difficult to pull off even if I tried my best.

"Wow, Shirou." Ciel gave a whistle as she pulled in her trunk, which, true to form, was mostly black with a cross on the side. "You've been holding out on me."

Not that my new 'guest' would ever get inside that particular place.

"There's no need to resort to western quotes, Ciel." I stated dryly, my lip quirking just a little. "Just say thank you."

She raised an indigo eyebrow behind her glasses. A small very un-nun-like smirk appearing on her face.

The girl, recently kicked out of her condemned complex, stood on the very height of her toes and kissed me on the cheek.

"Thanks, Shirou." She thanked me silently.

I felt my heart stop hurting just a little bit.

…

Omake: This Can Only End In Fire.

Yup.

…

It was thrilling, just being near a place where she was excited me. Off-limits, each step I took into the neighborhood was a dozen regulations set for stability and safety being broken. Each step made my smile just a little wider, the place needs more excitement around it anyways. Who knows, if everything went according to plan it would be so much more interesting.

I could hardly wait, that only thing that slowed me was the fact that I knew that Matsu had probably seen me coming and was panicking in that little safety room of hers. They never suspected that MBI would just have a look with one of their thermal imaging toys, or even check the electricity bill. They didn't even need the hidden tracking chip in her skull to figure where she went.

I could already pick out the sounds of helicopters being scrambled away from where I was heading. They obviously figured out what I was going to do, and were taking measures to minimize casualties. Not that it would help, she never grew weak after all, I wouldn't be surprised if that attack of hers could cleave the tower in half if she wished now. She certainly didn't mind doing the same to that battleship, all those years ago.

A fight against Miya would be like fighting a god, but who said anything about surviving it anyways?

And I was sure I could make it happen now.

I was getting too excited, I was glad I left my sword at the base. Otherwise I doubted that the streets would be as clean as they currently were. The very thought of clashing blades with her, the only organism on the planet that could hope to match me made me quiver.

Not only that, but if I won I had an interesting Ashikabi to be with now. The muscles on face tilted upward against my will as I touched the sport where he held a knife at my gut. I saw his eyes that moment we kissed, beyond the shock and surprise there was power in them. I had no doubt, despite the fact that he was related to a worthless man, my Ashikabi could easily subjugate Miya.

The only problem now concerned his wife, and how I could keep him all to myself.

Only I would deserve him if I managed to beat Miya after all.

A chuckle escaped my lips.

Who was I kidding?

Even she would crumble under my Norito, it only mattered when I decided she was getting boring.

…

A bloody kiss, it was just like a familiar contract. In some ways I expected it, since that was how Seo 'gave' his girls their most powerful attacks.

But did this mean Seo also had latent magical circuitry? Did all the Ashikabi's that the Sekirei choose exhibit latent powers that were simply being siphoned off? The going rate for an Ashikabi was one to a Sekirei, meaning 108 people would have to latent magical circuitry for them all to be winged.

The thought was simply statistically impossible, such numbers of latent magical powers would've been only probably during the ages where humanity fought against nature itself for survival.

But there were people with many, many Sekirei. The miniscule pull from my circuitry was so minute it could simply have been thought of as an afterthought from a really well done kiss. It could be probable that the Sekirei was simply gathering latent energy that resided in all humans.

But…

Why would they need us to unleash their most devastating techniques? Why is the dependency there? How could a species develop powers but need such an inane thing that can only be provided by a completely different species to use it to their full extent?

Was I going to feel different because I was a fully aware magus? Complete with activated circuitry?

There were so many questions that needed to be answered, and that I lacked the knowledge to answer.

I eyed the phone on the desk, I had been contemplating this ever since I left but actions was only truly needed now that creature bonded to me a week ago.

It was just a simple message, but I was sure that it would accelerate the plan as safely as possible, and carried the least risk.

I need help.

I had the strangest feeling, that when Saber arrives this city will be in danger.

…

I entered my home to a very nasty surprise.

She sat there, in my home smiling. I couldn't stand her smile back then, and now I remembered why.

He explained it to me a long time ago. About how I saw myself above the rest subconsciously, and how it made me a natural leader.

Karasuba, the one who liked to kill, and killed she did. I held the largest kill ratio merely because I sank any battleship into the sea, but she strode into battle oozing with lust and need. She enjoyed battle so much while I merely saw it as a chore.

We were both monsters, her because she reveled in bloodshed, while I was because I did not lose sleep over it.

I would like to think that I was the lesser of them, but she and I were hardly equal. The thought of her being better than me in any aspect was laugh-

The smile that I hated widened considerably as she noticed me, her hand darted inside her uniform and she pulled out a picture.

My thoughts were cut off as my breath escaped my mouth, her face was positively beaming now and her voice seemed to resonate within my core.

"So, Miya?" She whispered in her despicable voice, "Do you like how my Ashikabi looks?"

…

Yup

…

Omake: Bittersweet Endings.

…

"Uzume!"

Why wasn't I glad to be alive?

"I'm so glad you're back!"

Why did I feel such hatred towards my sisters?

"…Uzume?"

Why do I feel like I was just taken away from everything I loved?

"Uzume…"

They sounded sad now too, I wanted to comfort them tell them that I was okay. But I couldn't look at them without ager flaring in the back of my skull.

"Leave us."

I didn't feel like looking up, I didn't want to look at them while I was so angry. They didn't deserve any of this, they saved my life after all.

Was I angry that I was alive? So that I could remember him? A part of me felt cold at that, and that I couldn't feel angry at them anymore.

"Minato-koi?"

"I'll speak to her," He said it so gently, in a way that resonated with me that I couldn't help but sob. It was the way he spoke to me, and it had been so since I heard his voice that I wondered why this was affecting me so much. "You three go on ahead and make sure the kids aren't driving Homura and Kazehana insane."

I looked away, I tried to make sense of the machinery at my left in attempt to distract myself. I saw more than a few that I recognized, hopefully I wasn't dead as long as I was before.

I felt a hand grip mine.

"Uzume."

I didn't want to look at him.

"Look at me, Uzume."

I didn't want to look at him.

"Look at me."

I looked and I felt my heart tear.

Minato, the man who won the world. The man who made sure all Sekirei lived happily. I could admit that a part of me fell in love with him a long time ago, he was the only other man I could see being my Ashikabi. He was kind, caring and loyal.

I hadn't spoken to him ever since the day I saved his life.

"Talk to me Uzume." He whispered, and I tried to talk to him but I couldn't help but see the biggest mistake of my life in front of me at that moment.

I would give up all this to be with him, and that would've been what would've happened if I didn't save his life all those years ago. No other man could've, or would've done what Minato had done.

Not even him, because he never winged another Sekirei because he only wanted me.

I should've made him do that, we could've been together still.

"Uzum-"

"Stop," my voice was croaky, just like when I first woke up. "Just stop saying my name, I'll listen to what you have to say."

He chuckled.

"I need you to look at me because I have something to give you Uzume."

Looking at him, really did hurt. But something else drew my eye and I had to take a shaky breath.

I would know his handwriting anywhere.

"He sent me this letter a few months before he vanished."

I tried to reach for it, but he pulled it away.

"He knew that he wouldn't see you again Uzume, too many years between you waking up for it to be possible in any sense of the word."

"Why?" I didn't know what I meant, whether it was 'why didn't you give this to me earlier' or 'why couldn't he stay'.

Minato decided to answer the first.

"You never stayed long enough for me to give it to you, Uzu-" I shot him a glare, and he himself off. "You always seemed to leave before I could get it to you."

"I stayed with you for years."

"You stayed with my flock, not me Uzume. You always avoided me, for every reason." He held up his hand when I tried to say something. "I know why you did it, there is no need to explain."

"Since when have you been so wise, Minato?"

"I live amongst six goddesses, Uzume." He reminded me with the smallest of smiles. "I think that I would have had to adapt a fair share to survive."

I had to smile at that, and he just shook his head.

"I spoke with him the day you died." He fidgeted in his seat, reminding me of the young man who I fought for decades ago. Truth be told, he didn't look any different from back then, immortality came with youth after all.

"I was a mess," His eyes bore into my own, the smile faded from my lips. "I blamed myself for your death. I expected him to yell at me, rage at me, maybe even ki-"

"He would never have hurt you."

He was surprised, but he gave his own sad smile.

"Yeah, I know… H-he told me that it wasn't my fault. I don't think that I could've gone through the tournament if he hadn't forgiven me."

He shook his head.

"He and I kept up correspondence through the years, he helped me more than you could imagine."

He caught me gaze, and I was surprised in the steel in them.

"You're not the only one who misses him, Uzume. He became my best friend, the day he vanished I turned the world upside down before I found his daughter."

My heart stopped for a second.

Daughter?

"Yes," I apparently voiced it out loud. "This is the last letter he had, and it isn't titled to me." He hesitated for a second. "It's for you."

My hands trembled as they approached the letter, and Minato just handed it to me. I understood why he seemed just as pained as I was, he wanted to know what his friend's last letter said.

Protect her. Tell her about me.

She needs more help than you can imagine.

I'm sorry I can't be there for you, I'm sorry for a lot of things.

But, I want you to know that I love you Uzume.

I always will.

You deserve better, but I'll love you forever.

…

Fin.

…

Omake: Pairings With A Vengeance 2: Avenge Harder.

…

I observed her.

She observed me back.

I felt a shiver crawl up my spine before I turned to the almighty Wizard Marshall.

"This cannot work."

"I concur." Her voice was like steel, and I couldn't help but feel a shiver crawl up my spine. "I do not need help to defeat such a lowly being. There is no need for his presence."

"Humor me." The dimension travelling vampire shrugged, showing off just how much he really cared about my opinion and her own. "I am just researching a particular dimensional anomaly that occurs in many of this dimension's alternates. Just a light experiment, should do no harm."

Should do no harm…

"Mentally or physically?" I piped in, gaining the stony cold glare of the only woman in the room for the briefest of moments before she turned to the Wizard Marshall.

Well you never know when it comes to Zeltretch…

The Wizard Marshall looked thoughtful for a few minutes, stroking his beard a few times.

"I think…" The immortal man spoke slowly, as if lowering himself to our puny intellects. The woman beside me seemed to start having a hard time stopping herself from strangling the man. I could imagine, that being treated like a little girl would not cross over well with a woman of her stature. "That this experiment will end up being beneficial for the both of you."

I was just about to ask how would possibly be beneficial, when a sleeved arm cut off my field of vision.

"I shall take your word for it then, Wizard Marshall."

"Wonderful."

"Don't I get a say in this?"

Lorelei Barthomeloi, the de-facto leader of the Magus Association, leveled a glare at me that made me want to crawl under a cupboard.

"No, you do not."

"Wonderful," The Kaleidoscope said simply again, and it would've taken an elephant to hide the grin that was on his face. He pulled out what seemed to be a sleek piece of glass that instantly lit up in several pictures, it must be one of those new computers.

"Now you two must remember to do exactly as I say:…"

…

"For the duration of my experiment you shall keep a maximum distance of 2 feet away from one another, save when you must relieve yourselves and bathe."

"We need to sleep together?!"

"…"

"Floor?"

"Floor."

…

I blinked in surprise as the Apostle I was fighting was… obliterated for the lack of a better word. The largest pieces of the almost 6 foot tall undead monster was quite probably the hand that I cut off earlier.

I turned to, Lorelei, the woman I had been practically living with for the past week.

I didn't even know anyone who said they've been helped by the Queen. Judging by how she seemed to be frozen in shock as well as I was. This did not appear to happen often.

"Thanks?" I ventured sheepishly, as she closed her jaw and shook her head from side to side. She said something off to the side and underneath her breath that I didn't quite catch.

She lowered her hand and nodded stiffly before walking in the opposite direction, I summarily walked to her side, dispersing me blades and rubbing the back of my head for no real reason. The question of how a hot blooded battle turned into such an awkward situation would forever haunt me.

…

"You must cook for her, Emiya Shirou."

"Hmph, I doubt that he could possibly-"

"Do not doubt my culinary skills."

"…"

…

I plastered the largest smile on my face as she froze when she put her fork in her mouth.

"How is it?" I asked with the same smile hurting my face. She looked like a deer caught in head lights. "Good enough for your taste buds?"

She took a few chews, her back straightening and I could see same facial tics that I was quite sure did not exist before she took the first bite of the meal I prepared.

Resistance is futile.

She swallowed shakily and wiped her lips with the table napkin that was off to the sides. Bringing up the crystal goblet that quite possibly cost more than the entire meal that I prepared to drink water that was quite possibly worth more than the clothes that I wore.

"It is of sufficient quality." She somehow spoke while she was drinking from her goblet, but I didn't particularly care about that at the moment.

I am a good cook.

…

"…and that's it."

"Spending time with this commoner for a few weeks shall be no problem."

"Let's… just get this done."

…

"How exactly did this happen, Shirou?"

I shrugged and scratched the back of my head, more than a few beads of sweat dripping from my forehead because of the intensity that my pigtailed companion stared at me. Had I started feeling physiological pain I would've thought that she had somehow recreated Medusa's Gorgon Eyes, but in all actuality I just seemed to be unable to move from the space she cornered me in.

"Well," I admitted, looking over her shoulder and giving an idle wave to Lorelei. As usual her form of returned greeting was an upraised eyebrow, but she didn't seem to intent on destroying my home at moment so I took it she was feeling generous today. "I really don't know."

Rin stared at me for a few more moments, before executing her patented "Why are you so stupid?" pose number two, placing one hand on her hip and the other one on her forehead.

"Would it help if I tell you that, Zeltretch probably had something to do with it?'

"That's…" Rin pursed her lips, and gave a sigh. "A lot more believable than it should be."

"Shirou."

I swear Rin almost hit the roof in the small jump that she executed. Lorelei had a tendency to disregard the fact that she walked silently, and that it tends to spook people when she began speaking right next to them.

"Ah, yes, Lorelei?"

Rin was muttering something about the two of us being on a first name basis off to the side, but I ignored it for now.

"I wish to see the town for lodgings."

"Ah, you're welcome to stay here, Lorelei." I waved my hand, gesturing to my house. "There are plenty of roo-."

"Good, then I shall sleep with you then."

Huwah?

…

Oh, Shirou.

…

Omake: Original Ending.

Don't read if you happen to be near any highways…

…

I can't see any way out of this.

She was my friend, my sister, we were so close before she died.

I knew that she wouldn't be the same when she woke up, and I accepted the fact that she wouldn't be exactly how she was before.

But not like this.

We were supposed to be happy, we were supposed to make everyone happy. We deserved to be happy for all we went through.

They didn't deserve anything less than immortality. Miya, Kazehana, Me, Mutsu and even Karasuba didn't kill so many people to see any of our people to die or even get hurt.

To be in pain, for one of them to be in pain after all we've done was the greatest hurt that I have ever been. What did we fight for if they were just going to die? What did all those lives that we killed have to say after all that happened?

I didn't want to ever see one of them in pain, they were like my children. I bled and wept enough to be a mother of each one of them. I never wanted Uzume to be like… this.

Terminated, class 5.

Again.

I didn't want her to die, I didn't want her to remember him anymore.

It all revolved around him, her Ashikabi. There should be nothing forcing her away from being happy, but there most definitely was. Their bond went beyond Winging, the two of them were so complete that I couldn't see one without thinking of the other.

But she shouldn't be like this, it was unhealthy. We couldn't bring people back from the dead, and I feared the day she god herself killed somewhere we couldn't reach her in time to heal her.

I had to do something.

My fingers were rigid, even though I had not aged a day since the Ascension, every stroke made me feel old.

He had called me an information type Sekirei the day we first met, and I could hardly ignore the irony that surrounded the title.

Information was my weapon, and memories were just another source of information.

The Norito that passed my lips as I guided my fingers felt stale and cold, nothing like the warmth that I usually felt when I used it.

Within seconds it was all before me, her memories, her drive, her instinct. All at my fingertips.

The brain is just another computer, that I could access after all.

And like any computer, some things needed to be deleted for it to run better.

I brushed away the tear that escaped my eye, and reached out to clasp her hand. It was cold, lifeless and I knew what I was doing was right if I didn't have to see her like this again.

I am sorry Uzume, but I can't stand to see you alone anymore.

I'm sorry Shirou.

…

I felt empty…

Where was I?

The light was so bright, how long have I been asleep?

"U-Uzume?"

I turned to the side, and I felt my eyes widen and I almost shot up from surprise.

"Matsu!" I couldn't believe my eyes. "You're so old! What happened to you!"

I felt something drip from my eyes, as she gaped at me. I frowned and reached up to touch my face.

Tears? My light must be stinging

I looked around, was I in a hospital?

"Where am I?" I scratched the back of my head, "Is this a hospital, Matsu?"

She was fast, a lot faster than I remembered. What happened to the slow tech geek that I used to know?

"I'm sorry, Uzume."

I felt tears drip on the sheer gown that I wore, and I patted her back awkwardly.

"I must've been terminated, eh?" I ventured, "The plan's done now?"

I felt her nod and I had to give a sigh of relief, before chuckling.

"Matsu," I wrapped my arms around her, "Don't worry about me, if the plan's done I could get around to getting an Ashikabi without so much pressure on my back."

I pursed my lips.

"Though I'm afraid that, that guy you set me up must've left after waiting so long." I joked, "Too bad, too he looked cute even though his name was so boring."

Matsu pushed herself off me, and looked at me with a look that seemed odd on her face.

"Do you remember his name?"

I tried to remember, I really did. But I couldn't bring it up, maybe the drugs must've been messing with my head. I didn't even know what the guy looked like and I was calling him cute? That would get me put in the crazy ward in a heartbeat.

"Nope," I shrugged, blowing a lock of my hair out of the way. I really needed a rubber band or something. "Do you remember?"

A set of emotions went by too fast for me to recognize on her face, getting old seems to have changed Matsu a lot more than I gave her credit for.

"No, I don't." Her voice was like a whisper, and she seemed to be looking for something in my words.

"Well we shouldn't dwell on it so much, right?." I said slowly, leaning back onto my back. "I think this'll be much more productive if you just tell me what I've missed over the years?"

"How do you know it's been years?"

I chuckled.

"You don't age 50 years over a few seconds, Matsu."

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Omake: Bloody Blades 4: Bleed Free Or Die Harder.

…

I rubbed the bridge of my nose, a habit that I learned off of Rin. Though I did not make use of it often, I felt that I would probably be doing it much often now.

"Let me get this straight," I leaned forward as far as I could on the appropriated wheelchair that I had I been using to move ever since my disastrous fight with the construct and steepled my fingers together. It was hardly necessary, but according to the woman who was fidgeting in my gaze it would help me heal a few days faster if I used it instead of walking. "You attacked this man-"

"Shiki," The man provided politely from the side, I idly noted he didn't seem all that worried at the moment. "And I'm just in high school. I don't think that I can actually be called a man yet."

"My name's Shirou," I gave him a nod, which he returned with a lazy wave. I didn't know how I didn't notice the uniform he wore at the moment, since it was practically just like my old uniform save a palette change to blue. "Nice to meet you Shiki-san."

"Likewise."

Having correctly dealt with ancient Japanese customs, I turned back to my pseudo-partner/employer to finish our conversation. Given the fact that the man was perfectly polite, I would feel even less guilty about this entire debacle.

"You attacked Shiki, for no particular-"

"Shiki?!"

"Satsuki?!"

"Oh?" The lavenderette declared loudly, standing up from her chair and striding towards them purposefully. "The two of you know each other?"

"Hey, wait a second-" I fumbled with the wheelchair for a few moments, forgetting to take off the brake as I tried to wheel myself to intercept my prey.

It was to no avail, within moments she was between the two, arms around them, as Shiki fussed over the pseudo-vampire. Our eyes met, and while mine promised swift retribution she stuck out her tongue.

I will deliver my Tohaska Rin speech, dammit! I earned the right to give my Tsundere speech!

Wait…

…

I examined the chair, or to be more appropriate, what used to be a chair.

"So this is your skill, Shiki-san?" I reached for a piece of what remained of the wooden chair from my perch, but Shiki handed it to me before I even stretched my arm. I muttered a thanks, as I examined it.

"Yes," He placed his glasses back on his head, blinking rapidly as he placed the limiter back on his face. "My eyes allow me to cut through anything with ease, so long as I can reach them with my knife."

"Does it need to be a knife?" I quizzed as I thumbed the perfectly smooth cut, more than a few weapons going through my head as I searched for something that could replicate such a cut. There was the Ame-No-Marukumo-no-Tsuragi of course, but that particular blade's legend was so wildly believed that summoning it could probably recall Susanoo back to reality, and I didn't have any plans on reviving any deities any time soon.

"As long as I can use it to cut, I can use it as a weapon. Knives are just the easiest to conceal and the most available," Shiki admitted, scratching the back of his head. "I wouldn't mind using a sword or something instead though, it would make my life a lot easier if I could have some distance beyond three inches."

I gave him a small grin. I held out my free hand to my side, the other still holding the triangular piece of wood. The blade formed, it was about 4 and a half feet long and at its widest it was half a foot long. It was a claymore a doubled handed weapon designed to cleave apart pikes with brutal force, with the two-handed handle accounted for it was nearly 6 feet tall.

Due to its massive weight, and the fact that I could not support it because of my position it stuck itself upon the carpet with a dull thunk.

In hindsight, I should have chosen a weapon that wouldn't stick itself into the carpet but the look on my new test subject- I mean ally- 's face made it worth it.

You would think that a man that could cut anything apart would try to learn Gradation Air to get access to superior weaponry.

I put my hands together on my lap, using the piece of wood as a pseudo lap rest, and giving him a wide smile.

"I think I can help you with that."

He was dazzled by the sword for a second, he approached it and tried to heft it from its place on the ground, but like many knights had tried to do with another particular sword in my mind, he was unable to lift it.

"Shirou-san, I appreciate the thought but I won't be able to use thi-"

I held out my hand again, and a Nodachi formed into existence, nearly six feet in length but only a few inches across. Unlike the modern swords, this one would have no problem cutting men apart battle after battle even without my new ally's abilities. Machines could never equate to a sword smith that had created hundreds of its kind after all.

The fact that it was a legendary wash pole helped quite a bit.

He lifted the new blade from my hands as if it was a baby. I could feel anxiety mixed with his excitement as he held it in front of him in what he probably felt was the most natural.

I felt like just giving him the weapon, changed more than I could possibly comprehend.