AN:
I know it's taking me pretty long to update, but real life's just kinda busy, and doing art is super time consuming. Also I'm just half a year from graduating my school, 4 months from starting to take my finals and 10 months from hitting university - I'm sorry, really.

Also as I said the last time, back to rather short chapters. I really can't get myself to write much more for this and on one hand I feel sorry, but on the other hand the short chapters still convey everything I want to include, and I don't want to bloat this story with unnecessary details.

Just a heads up - the next chapter will be the last one of Hakunon's POV. Why? For plot reasons, and because this sequel is more to explore Mordred('s emotions). Let's see how I'll do, shall we!


WHO AM I


In a barely lit room we sit, an awkward silence clouding the atmosphere. Mordred is looking at me, making me feel somewhat uncomfortable. I avert her gaze, but there is nothing to do here for me. I am a victim of kidnapping, so I do not dare to move much, unsure what may anger this girl.

"Uhm, Mordred?" I look at her, and her bluish green eyes focus on me, signalling I have her full attention. "How do you know me?"

A few seconds pass, maybe it is a minute. There is no response, Mordred seems to be lost in thought.

"Just what is our connection?" I am close to desperate for an answer as to why she made the effort to take me by force, do I know her? But Mordred shakes her head.

"You wouldn't believe me," she says bitterly, and annoyed. "After all, you forgot everything again," she mutters under her breath.

"Please, tell me," I beg her. Our eyes meet, and Mordred takes a deep breath.

"I've been summoned as your Servant in the Moon Cell's Grail War." Another Servant to claim this?

"At first, you pissed me off." Her irritated expression clearly shows this. "You were inexperienced and useless, but you kept trying. You never gave up, you'd face a fucking god and still take the smallest chance." Her eyes seem distant, recalling memories that may be too far away, but burned deep into her soul, like scars.

"We did it, we won. We crushed every single enemy, but there was no future. I would've disappeared as soon as you'd go into the Moon Cell, and you were comatose, at best. You wouldn't wake up in real life." I swallow hard. This part is different from what Nero and Tamamo told me. I want her to keep going, even though this feels so unreal.

"We agreed to stay in that simulation. Stay there, for all eternity, maybe even meet the next victor. And then…" Mordred bites her bottom lip, seemingly recalling a hurtful memory. I lean closer towards her, she is not the kind of person I ever would have imagined to be so shaken.

"You went into the Moon Cell anyway, leaving me behind. I have no idea what happened then, but now I'm here, and so are you." That seems to be the whole story. But it sounds so far-fetched. How can there be three Servants claiming I have been their Master? Why has Mordred not been by my side to fight the Umbral Star?

"I am sorry," I mumble. I feel guilty, a guilt that I could never make up for. I am not sure whether Mordred is telling the truth, but something deep inside me makes me want to trust her.

She does not look like she is lying, and she seems hurt. I could not care less about being kidnapped right now, I simply wrap my arms around the Servant in front of me. "I am really sorry," I repeat. Maybe I did no such thing, but on the other hand I want to comfort her.

I cannot possibly know who is telling the truth, whether it is Nero, Tamamo or even Mordred. Neither seems to be lying, neither appears to be making their story up. Yet, only one of them can be the truth, I cannot have more than a single past.

"You always are," Mordred pouts, sobbing softly, nuzzling her face onto my shoulder. I pat and caress her back, providing the amount of comfort a stranger like me could.

I run my fingers through her blonde strains, and I cannot help the faint smile forming on my face. She is cute, I think. Her hair is just a tad lighter than Nero's, and she is wearing it in a similar fashion, albeit messier. Does she even comb it? Her eyes are a bluish shade of green, unlike Nero's emerald green.

A few moments pass, before Mordred distances herself from me again. Our gazes meet and for just mere seconds I feel a strong familiarity. One that I have never felt before, neither with Nero, nor Tamamo, not even Jeanne. It is as if we are supposed to be one, two separated souls that just found each other.

I feel myself drawn to her, a scary feeling, considering I have been kidnapped. Before I can ponder more, Mordred leans in, to the point that I can feel her breath on my lips. My heart seems unsure whether it wants to stop or speed up, but my lungs are very certain to stop.

Until Mordred's lips are pressed against mind – softly, but demanding. Loving, but longing. As a Servant, Mordred is stronger than me, and the mere force she is using to minimise the space between our bodies is enough to push me down, not that it stops her.

Neither does it stop me, as I am wrapping my arms around her. This just feels too right to think about it.

It may have been an eternity, or possibly just a few seconds until Mordred distances herself from me. I need to catch my breath, and seemingly so does she.

"I got carried away," she breaths, seemingly surprised by her very own actions.

"No, it… it is fine," I assure her, though I honestly do not know.

Thinking about the nights with Nero or Tamamo, they cannot possibly compare to this kiss. Mordred's arms, this is where I belong – that is what my inner voice, my very Soul tells me, even though my Mind doubts it. My Body seconds my Soul, but I am not sure if they could convince the Mind. Probably not.

"You love me?" I ask her, though this feels out of place. One should never ask that kind of question. A faint blush decorates her cheeks, as she cutely averts my gaze.

This girl could kidnap me, then kiss me, and after all she claims she is being through with me, this question catches her off-guard.

"Back in the war, I did fall for you," she responds. "Now…"

But she gets no chance to finish, as suddenly the door flies off its hinges, down to the floor in front of us.

"Praetor, fret not! For I am here to—" yet, my narcissistic Servant is pushed aside by another Servant of mine.

"Ojou-sama," the fox woman whines upon spotting me, seemingly worried for my well-being.

I can see little Altera peeking through between them, Jeanne, albeit not fully healed – probably because I have been missing – behind them and a very familiar blonde strain.

"Mordred," Arturia Pendragon states, disappointedly identifying my kidnapper.

"Father," Mordred breathes in shock.

Wait a second… Arturia has a child?