Omakes With A Vengeance.
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Do Omake Dream of Eclectic Pairings?
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Warning: May cause diabetes
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"It's terribly cute." I protested, and my wife just shook her head again. "C'mon Miya…"
"Honestly Shirou-kun," She fretted pouting just enough to set my heart hammering. If not for the fact I steeled my nerves, I would have capitulated right then and there. Since our marriage, I had been on the compliance side far too much. Uzume was already making housebroken jokes! "You're displaying more interest in getting this animal than you were when we first met."
"That's not true." I immediately found myself on the defensive once more, initiative cruelly taken away from me. "I tripped at least three times when we first met."
"You were working at the docks." My wife smiled that enigmatic smile, hiding it behind her hand. My lavender-haired partner was truly devious, for more so than I could ever hope to be. "Not exactly the hardest of places to trip and fall, Shirou-kun."
"Well we can buy it to commemorate our first meeting then." I changed my tactics, an uphill battle against my significant other wasn't wise. My resolve could crumple the moment she frowned, I'd never do anything that made her unhappy. However, years of practicing being a magus prepared me for such grievous obstacles. "Turtles do represent longevity and good fortune after all."
"Silly superstitions." My wife huffed, though the appraising eye she casted gave me a glimmer of hope in the minefield I was entering. She crossed her arms, and a stray lock of lavender fell from the neat bun. Instinct had me tuck the stray behind her ear, the smile I received in thanks nearly made my heart stop.
"Well you did say you wanted to get more in touch with humans." I teased my not-exactly-human wife. "A few silly superstitions may help that out."
"I'm no good with animals." My wife suddenly admitted, making me blink owlishly. My wife, Miya Emiya, not being good at something? Far more shocking than one might be led to believe. "They don't like me."
The pout returned with a vengeance, and I was sorely tempted to leave the entire matter and head back home. The way she clutched my arm to her chest was slowly eroding any semblance of hope I had in succeeding in my objective. The combination of the two left me on my last legs of will.
"I don't think anyone cannot like you." I placed my right hand on the one holding my elbow to her chest, giving her a small smile. I was glad to see her flush, as it was evidence I can affect the veritable goddess beside me. I truly didn't know what she saw in me, but I was more than happy to be with her. "You're perfect after all."
The flush upon her face was adorable as it slowly enveloped her features. My compliments succeeding in my attempted logic could not.
My wife's eyes diverted from my own, taking interest somewhere far.
"You're cheating." The pout was deadly, even when only seen from the side. The way she glanced at me from the thin veil of hair didn't aid my chances as well. I was practically a blushing wreck whenever I was with her. "No cheating."
"I'm not, I swear." I grinned in a manner I was sure I couldn't until that moment, I dare say I could call that grin 'cheeky'.
My wife retaliated by poking my savagely with her elbow, making me wince. She wasn't exactly weak even in terms of her finest control.
"Ah, Sorry Shirou-kun." She immediately apologized, noticing my wince before I was able to hid it. The veneer of childishness fell away into deep worry. I felt bad for making her worry, but I warmed at the thought she was worried about me. The fact she caused it, never actually registered in my mind as her fault.
"I'm a bit tough, if you can recall." I gave a soft smile and a sigh. I couldn't hope to argue about a pet now, capitalizing on her worry for mere victory left a bitter taste in my mouth. There would be more opportunities to have small 'quarrels', goodness knows the two of us can never stay angry at one another. "Or maybe last night is too far a memory for my wife, hmmm?"
The blush that glowed from her face was worth marrying her for. Though I could most certainly say that occasions such as that one was numerous and happened on a near daily basis. I could never regret my decision in staying with her.
"Shirou-no-echhi," She muttered, and released my hand from its opulent prison. A hand reached into mine, as soft as silk, mere seconds after and I felt happier than my entire life. Four weeks of marriage and one would think our relations would normalize, but every day just seemed brighter than the last for her and myself. "What will we name him?"
"What do you mean?" I questioned, confused. I was more focused on the fact she had her hand within mine.
The laugh she gave was melodious and I was surprised no one else stood still to listen to it.
"The turtle, Shirou-kun." My lavender partner smiled beautifully, making me fear for the continuous pace of my heart. "What shall we name him?"
"Tomo." I dropped the first name that came to my mind as I winded my empty arm around her waist. It was a terrible name, but my apparent victory could not be celebrated alone.
I caught her lips against mine, catching her in an embrace, and I felt the curl of her smile against my own.
"This is a terrible kiss." She whispered, our lips not ceasing their smiling touch.
"It is." I agreed, and our foreheads touched, and when I blinked I knew only her and she only knew me. Our bodies together, our breaths together, our minds together.
But most importabtly of all, our hearts beat as one.
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Jealous Much?
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I blinked as I walked into the bath. The rest of the tenants were already finished, and Minato was sleeping off his day. The bath still smelled like Sekirei for some reason or another, and I was sure my lavender-haired partner had yet to come.
"My, my you're a big boy." A teasing voice came to my ears and I felt a smile curl up going from cheek to cheek.
"Karasuba!" I enthused as I met my wife's old colleague. I saw her at the wedding, but didn't have any chance to speak with her. Miya wasn't willing to talk about other people, though I knew of their bloodied past. "Did Miya invite you to join us?"
The ashen-haired, towel clad woman blinked rapidly. I wondered if her eyes were normally that wide, since I normally say them curved in a smile.
"E-er, join you?" The gray hair woman floundered for a moment, red reaching her cheeks. "Have you two already run out of positions or something?!'
"Positions?" I voiced my thoughts aloud, my face turning red as I realized what she must be talking about and what I just offered. "Oh no! I meant if she invited you to the hot springs!"
"Oh." She sighed in… relief, I wagered. The bubbling of water and the flowing streams made it somewhat difficult to hear. "Ah, no Miya didn't."
"Well that wasn't very nice of her." I went about washing myself before I entered the hot springs. I noted the fact that she was standing stock still for whatever reason. "Well you have my permission! You're already dressed so start washing up!"
I gestured to the seat next to me and she took to it slowly. Sekirei were quite shy when they weren't displaying attention to their Ashikabi. I could only attribute that particular fact to her actions.
"Ah, thank you?" She questioned, still clad in her tower. "Why do I need to wash before I go into the water?"
"The spring is more of a skin treatment than an actual bath." I explained, remembering my father's own explanation of the springs. "The water cleanses deeply, but dirt upon the skin will simply muddy it."
She was silent for a moment, staring intently at the set of bodily cleaning supplies before her.
"Something wrong?" I questioned. Maybe she had her own set of cosmetics? I knew plenty of women who refused to utilize communal soaps and hair products. I just shared whatever my wife preferred.
"Aren't humans accustomed to bathing separately from the opposite sex?" Karasuba was flushed as she spoke in a rapid tone. "Yo-you're just cleaning yourself right next to me!"
"Well we're both married right?" I grinned at the term. Even without her present, I was still getting happy from the mere thought of our marriage. I was quite terribly whipped. "I'm with Miya, and you have your Ashikabi?"
"U-um, yes I do." She flushed as she nodded back. I had no doubt she was thinking about her own Ashikabi at that moment. He was probably a lot less battle-scarred than I was for her to appreciate. "I think I'll start now!"
I gave her a nod as she attended to herself. I noticed that she kept glancing idly at me as we washed. I didn't stray though, I was more than able to focus on my wife. Not too much though, it wouldn't do if I got… ready in the midst of company.
A few moments of washing and a I was satisfied with what I was able to do.
"Alright, turn around and lean forward." I addressed my companion, standing up from my seat.
She looked terrified and her face flushed a deep shade of red. I realized that I must've been accidentally making innuendos again.
"To wash your back." I stated once I realized my mistake. "I'll wash yours then you can wash mine."
"I'll be fine." Miya's friend squeaked, making me think as to why she and Miya were no longer speaking to one another. They were certainly alike in some things that embarrassed them. They even acted in the same way! "I can reach pretty well."
"It's anatomically impossible to reach where I'm going to touch." I huffed and her face flushed again, presumably because I caught her out in her excuse. "There's no need to be embarrassed, people do this even in public baths!"
"A-alright, I'll kill you if you touch anywhere else though!" She threated and I rolled my eyes as she turned on her stool and I leaned behind her with my soap.
I labored in silence for a few moments, engrossed in the old work of making sure a fellow is clean. I decided the silence was far from comfortable and decided on idle chat.
"You have very nice skin, Karasuba-san." I commented. "You take care of yourself very well."
"Ah? Thanks?" She didn't seem to interested in talking, and I chastised myself. She was still uncomfortable with someone touching her, of course, just because she accepted didn't mean she was comfortable with it. "Your hands are very… strong."
"Years of hard work." I laughed, glad she was attempting to converse despite her embarrassment. The flush on her cheeks signified her thoughts on the matter after all. "You don't need to sugarcoat it, Karasuba-san."
"No, no it's absolutely perfect!" She blurted out, probably aghast that she reprimanded my for my help somewhat. "I-I l-like it."
"Well then you can return the favor!" I exclaimed, dumping the water and cleansing her back free of suds. I frowned when I saw the pale skin where she shoulders met her neck. "Aren't you supposed to have a crest-?"
"H-how about I start cleaning you now?" She interrupted, suddenly standing up and turning. Her foot landed on the soap I had discarded and she immediately slipped forward.
The sliding door opened, and my wife entered to see her old friend straddling me at the waist.
Naked, both of us.
She probably wasn't as hitched as I thought she was either.
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Hospital Visits.
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In retrospect, spending a few months watching over a girl seemed like a good way to unwind after a mission. Of course, that didn't mean that my job would be easy given my abysmal luck in terms of situations I end up entering.
An alien tournament of all things, in the very same city I was supposed to be guarding a girl of extreme importance. I had no doubt that she'd be laughing at me if we hadn't drifted away in the last decade. I would have appreciated the help.
A small ding and the elevator opened, a smattering of color that was vibrant and not the dying flowers I usually saw come into the hospice ward. The mages at the Clock Tower did their job in acquisition well, the girl I was protecting would 'die' and will revitalize in their hands after her body was 'incinerated'.
I didn't know the exact details, because I didn't need to. In summary a small group of Eastern Mages wanted the girl because of a naturally formed set of three Blue-Blood circuits. The circuits were usually found in families that could trace their heritage hundreds of years back, magic concentrating over time. The methods the Clock Tower was taking was quite bloodless, and I was intent on keeping it that way.
"Ah." The woman wearing a very tight shirt, with a star in the middle fidgeted. The voluptuous figure immediately set off alarms in my head, and my nose only confirmed the fact that the person before me wasn't actually human. "I'm here to visit, Chiho."
That was the name of my ward, and alarm bells rang in the back of my head. I had a feeling that it wasn't good for the nearly decade and a half long plan that was being executed.
"Furthest room down the right." I answered, returning to my crossword. A few weeks of guarding a semi-conscious girl while fights between odd women had worn away at my work ethic. I was supposed to be guarding against mages, I could hardly care about the alien women now. They tended to defeat one another nicely enough. "Enjoy your stay."
The linen scented creature walked away and I returned to my crossword.
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"So as you can see, Mr. Emiya, all the papers in order." The smile on the man's pasty face wore on my nerves. Far more so as he knew that particular statement was a lie. The only thing within the manila sheet was stacks of cash and a passport. I supposed that would allow me to leave the country and live nicely for years.
"I'm afraid not sir." The white haired man's eyes widened the absolute slightest, his lip twitching in the slightest of manners to portray his irritation. I was happy to see it, as I was finally imparting some of the frustration I had from sitting so long behind this desk. "These papers aren't accepted anymore."
I placed the manila envelope and was about to return to my crossword when his had impacted upon the package.
"We have offered you three times the original amount for the girl." The smile on his face was lethal, but I've had experience with beings far deadlier than him to be frightened in the least. "One would think you're merely attempting to be difficult Emiya-san."
"You are the one being difficult, sir." I corrected the son of a company's CEO. In a way I desperately attempting to save the bigot's life, but her was testing my patience. "I have refused every offer and I will not yield upon my stance."
He scoffed and left, his male secretary issuing me a glare.
"Keep your husband in line." I snarked in return to his glare and he flushed angrily, the elevator closing before he could issue his own retort.
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"You look sad, Emiya-kun." The sickly looking girl implored, though both she and I knew that was an effect of the curse coursing in her system. The curse was slated to 'kill' her in a day's time, and I was going over the plans of departure with her. "Is something the matter?"
"Not anything you should concern yourself with Hidaka-san." I pressed my hands against the machines practicing the methods I will use to announce her death tomorrow. "You best keep resting, the curse will still wear on you while we escape."
"You're worried about Uzume." She aptly guessed my train of thought. I could only think that she was the beginning of a new grand family that will last through the ages. She was charismatic, powerful, and intelligent. The way she was able to guess the intuition of a person was downright terrifying at times.
"Shouldn't I be?" I questioned. "I've read into the information, that familiar contract you have will her will only disappear with your death. It'll complicate things unless I terminate her."
"And you do not want to." She gave an enigmatic smile, as though remembering a fond memory. "I still cannot believe that a magus such as yourself exists, Emiya-kun."
For a moment I saw Rin in her place, and that was enough to break me out of the stupor generated from her smile.
"That grimace again." She sighed lightly, though the curse wouldn't have allowed her to do otherwise anyways. "Do you truly hate me so much, Emiya-kun?"
"Just remembering a misspent youth." I answered and shook my head as I finished checking my technique. "Best young ladies like yourself don't listen to strange old men like me."
"You're hardly twice my age." She protested, more lively than I usually saw of her. Her cheeks flushed at the slight outburst and I quickly helped her calm her body. The acute drain on my own Prana, made it well known to me what the curse did. Such a curse would've killed me.
As I began to back away my lips, her hands reached for my cheek and brought me back down.
I didn't protest, because for whatever reason I didn't want to.
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I Supposed This Would Happen…
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"I would say that I was surprised but I would be lying…" I trailed off as I scratched the back of my head. Saber was still apologizing, even though I knew that it wasn't her fault.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Rin stated hotly, her face flushed in embarrassment. A small amount of anger, of course, since she was still the Rin Tohsaka I still knew.
"You tend to mic yourself up in odd situations, Rin." I pointed out as the landlady offered me tea. I gladly accepted it. "Finding lost relatives, an entire family, and getting your own… harem, isn't as surprising as what I thought would happen. You're Zeltrech's apprentice after all."
The partner of mine that I had not seen for two years opened her mouth to protest, but closed when she found no argument.
I took another glance around the table, cocking my head slightly.
"Though I am surprised they're all female." I noted, and she winced. The wince was mirrored by the white-haired girl that smelled of ash. "Do you want to tell me something, Rin?"
"W-what a-are you implying?" That stutter meant she was on the defensive. I had to push this for all it was worth. Merciless teasing from all our years together shall be accounted for this day!
I gave a soft sigh.
"Don't worry, Rin." I was having a difficult time keeping the forlorn look on my face. A smile was threatening to build. Rin could manage to tease with a small smirk, but I knew that wouldn't work for me. "We can still be friends despite the fact you've used me for the last few years."
"W-what?!" I pressed on, ignoring her outrage.
"You merely wanted to cover your tracks!" I declared with greatly faked anguish, pointing at her and looking away. "To hide your preference for all the women! I was merely a cover so they would keep letting you into the locker rooms!"
"My, my…" The landlady sat by me, giggling behind her hand. The woman was faintly flushed, from her laughter. "It seems my insistence she bath separately from her flock was justified."
"You have saved the chastity of many a maiden." I had no idea how I was able to say that with a straight face. The look on Tohaska's face was priceless, though the blushing glances of her harem made me roll my eyes. "Who knows what she would have done in her wanton desires to them!"
The lavender haired beauty kept giggling behind her hand, and I pushed onward. How the mighty has fallen, Rin! How the mighty has fallen!
"But I shall stay your friend." I promised with burning fervor. "Even though you used me to cover your relations with Saber from society, you have also saved my life too many times to turn my back on you now!"
I was promptly tackled by the woman sitting to my right.
"You mustn't believe that Shirou!" Saber cried straddling me as I was flat on the ground. It was difficult to not burst out laughing. "I l-love you and Rin both, even in spite Rin's use of you!"
Rin made an odd noise at Saber's declaration, somewhere close to that of a chicken being strangled if I was able to aptly put it together in the miasma of hilarity clouding my brain functions.
Then Saber began to kiss me, in the middle of the dining room, and I decided that this course of actions was really, really better than I thought it was going to be.
"Yo, big sis." A rather tomboyish tone emanated somewhere down the table. It was probably the only normally dressed girl present. "Aren't you going to do your thing? No lewd things in Izumo and all that?"
"Ara?" The lavenderette questioned confusedly, her mid probably elsewhere. I couldn't actually see them given the fact Saber was really intent on sucking my tongue out. "Ah…"
"Something's wrong with Miya-sama!" The oddly dressed blonde declared from across the table. The one that had been declaring herself Rin's 'wife' the entire time.
"Holy crap!" The one I was sure had back problems declared. I didn't really like her given the cross between leers and glares she had been throwing at me since I had arrived. "She can't possibly."
"Rin what are you doing!?" The white haired one cried out. She was apparently the voice of reason in this little group. I heard footsteps on the table and coming towards me and Saber.
Suddenly Saber wasn't on me anymore and a different set of lips were on my own.
I would have put my bet on Rin taking Saber's place, but I knew Rin and she was never shy when she kissed. There was always a certain ferocity and heat behind even the slightest of times when our lips met.
This pair of lips were incredibly soft, upside down and very, very surprised .
The room was suddenly flooded with light, so much that I couldn't see. I had to blink away the sunspots for a full ten seconds.
"Wow!" The situation was aptly put to words by the only child present in the room. "Winging!"
"Miya/Landlady-san/Miya-sama!?" Came from every corner of the room as I found myself staring into the lavender eyes of the blushing landlady. With our faces mere inches apart, it didn't take much to surmise what happened.
"RIN!" Saber growled angrily, I supposed I'd be angry too if I was in her position.
"I don't know what came over me!" Rin protested. "I just s-saw red and-."
"And had Shirou wing the most powerful of an alien species!?" Saber fumed. "Could you have not merely knocked me off and dragged him to our room!?"
Listening to my two girlfriends argue about the best way to have me for the rest of the night, and the blushing beauty daring not meet my eyes I surmised a simple thought.
Tease Rin more often.
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Shirou's Had Enough.
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Day 0.
There were many things Shirou was willing to put up with and he had been putting up with many things.
But this… this was a step to far.
The red-haired young man slapped down my notification of leave right in front of the head of the Enforcer's who looked at him with something akin to trepidation.
"You can't possibly be serious." The well-dressed man stated and Shirou very much wanted to show him how serious he really was. "Your talents are only useful to us, Mr. Emiya, where do you expect to go. No one will accept you anywhere else."
"Well then I'll make my own association." Shirou said through gritted teeth, his anger and the truth of the enforcer's statement making him answer childishly- wait a minute… "One that takes care of civilians and… and where we're allowed to cook!" The words sounded even better outside of his head, the well-dressed man scoffed at Shirou and crossed his arms. "You know what, forget about the association part."
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Day 1.
"Shirou…" Rin sighed putting her head in her hands, how exactly was she supposed to keep up with this? Having two lovers that had their own lives, as well as being the apprentice of the Wizard Marshall? That was stress inducing to say the very least. "How exactly do you expect to get the funds for such a thing?"
"Well I still have my college fund," The current problem- no challenge- in front of Rin stated. "Besides that, I've got a pretty good credit score and a lot of backers from my old part-time job."
Ah yes, the mobile restaurant that suddenly skyrocketed in traffic once he started cooking there, how could Rin had forgotten? The geezer that owned that truck was roaming throughout the country with an entire fleet, apparently a millionaire now. Rin didn't particularly understand what a credit score was, but it apparently allowed a person to purchase first and pay later. The young heiress didn't touch the things unless absolutely necessary.
The twin-tailed magus crossed her arms and shook her head, turning to the person Shirou was feeding what he said he will be selling in his food truck.
"So what's your take on this, Saber." She already knew the answer, but she figured she should at least humor herself.
"I think this is a great and chivalrous crusade for great justice." The once and future king stated absolutely, frosting all over her face. "I pledge my support behind Shirou's cause wholeheartedly!"
Shirou cheered, Saber cheered, and Rin sighed.
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Day 30.
"Eh, Ayaka-san?" Shirou blinked rapidly at the arrival of one of his old colleagues. Still, he gave her a smile despite his confusion. They were quite close given the fact that they were the only Japanese mages in the enforces. "Welcome, back! I am glad to see you fared well-."
"I quit the enforcers." The raven haired, bespectacled mage stated. Looking about the kitchen the red-haired man had rented to prepare the food he was going to sell for the day. She noted the near obscene amounts of food that was already prepared, and the large pile that had yet to be so. "I heard you're making your own association?"
"Well I'm still building up our funding!" Shirou replied cheerily, though cocking his head. "Why did you quit?" If he remembered correctly, she had been pretty good at her particular job of investigating areas where magic may have been used.
The bespectacled girl leveled him a luck that was equal parts questioning of his intelligence and absolute apathy. The girl simply took one of the aprons nearby and began to mince onions with nearly enough force to cut into the wooden board.
"Ah, I see you don't want to talk about it." Shirou stated, glad to have one his friends back and to get back to their usual routine. They didn't meet often outside of work, mostly because she didn't seem to like Rin, but it was nice to work with someone familiar again.
They worked in silence for a minute before it was broken by the bespectacled young woman.
"Shirou, why exactly is there so much food?"
"Well I need enough to last the day at least…"
The female magus considered the three days of food in total within the kitchen, then the skills of the man she wanted to bear children for.
"I see."
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Day 90
Rin attempted to knead out the pains in her back, hunching over a table and studying an array constructed by the Wizard Marshall himself had not done her any favors. The old man had called a recess for a meal, and promptly left before she could so much as look up. Now she was walking to where Shirou said he was settled for the day, and that he had her lunch for her.
Still she pondered why her master seemed so rapid in his exit, London wasn't exactly the best place to get food-
The twin-tailed magus was rudely interrupted from her musing she walked into someone.
Or rather, everyone really.
"You try to cut in line and you die." Rin was about to retort until she realized who exactly was threatening her.
"Lady Barthomeloi?" Rin hoped to any deity listening that she didn't sound afraid, the woman regarding her without an ounce of compassion was said to feast upon the souls of the weak. "A-ah, I was merely lost in thought."
The eyes of the most powerful, living mage of Clock Tower regarded her, judging her and everything she stood for-
"Rin!" Shirou suddenly called out, as deliriously happy as he always seemed to be since he started his little project. "I have your lunch right here!"
Rin excused herself and ran towards the voice of her apprentice, all too aware of the many glares she was receiving as she ran right beside a very, very long line.
She reached the front, and her master seemed to regard her in a new light as he received her food and him his own.
"It seems my apprentice is more interesting than I thought." The old man smiled as he walked with her for the first time, rather than her following him. "Why did you not tell me you had access to such a grand figure in life?"
She had a feeling it had more to do with Shirou than her…
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Salvation.
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"Minaka Hiroto," The red haired man set my nerves on the edge, everything about him was different from every human I had yet to meet. Eyes of gold looked with utter disgust at the man who held our species greatest treasures. "You are to cease and desist in your experiments as the consequence of your destruction of an entire mundane force."
Brazen was a term that I attributed to the man who held my species' lives by the throat. The man didn't act as I expected, he was cool before the newcomer and calm.
…maybe even frightened.
"…why did the association send you?" There it was again, a response that I wasn't used to. Humans were so complicated, they had no single purpose in their lives... but I guessed that was why they were chosen to gain our powers. "Did they think I will set my findings upon you?"
"If your reports were to believed it could have been possible." The red-haired man nodded, and his shoulders lowered slightly. The uneasy tension that had been filling the room suddenly disappeared, though I had just noticed it in its passing. "I trust that is not the case."
The maniac that held our hearts hostage gave a chuckle. The sound was dull, disgusted not the triumph we heard and detested day after day.
"They sent a man who can change the world in a sentence." The man profiting from the immense technologies of our vessel slumped in his seat. "I would be a fool to think they had the lsightest of chances." There was a pause, he was frowning. "What of the other assets I reverse-engineered?"
"We are only interested in what you dubbed 'Sekirei'." The young man stated, "We are moving the entirety of their species into a closed environment where they will be able to decide their lives for themselves."
Our jailor gave a sour laugh, one filled with resentment rather than joy.
"So that's how they managed to get your help." The man who experimented on every one of us to the extent we were but papers to him muttered. "You are a bleeding heart, Shirou Emiya."
Ever so slowly the golden-eyed man's lips turned upward into a small smile. My heart began to hammer within my chest, I could not breathe enough. The sight seemed took my breathe away and carved itself to the fore front of my mind.
The sword he used to defeat Karasuba disappeared and his eyes met mine.
"Your safe now." He said, and I believed him.
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Under supervision of the new group of humans, we understood why they had all been adamant of our species remaining secret. An entire subspecies able to alter the fabric of reality through rituals alone, Minaka had been a part of it.
Every embryo and fetus was grown out to maximum potential, the harsh plans to limit my flock not put into effect. Why would they, when those they would meet could defeat them? A bitter pill to swallow, but much better to deal with than the alternative.
All were separated, to be raised and watched by families of 'Magi'.
I was the strongest, so they had me stay with the man that rescued my entire species.
"Good morning, Rin-san." I greeted the woman as she shuffled into the room. The effects of waking from sleep always adverse to her. "I have set your coffee on the table."
"M'kay." My fellow tenant mumbled and sat at the table, taking sips and staring blearily into the void. The ritual was habitual after the last six months of my life, far better than my first six truth be told. "Ah…"
"Miya-san." I was addressed once more the spirit from ages past seemed content on wearing only a shirt and the lower set of underclothing at the moment, her hair straight upon her shoulders. "How was your evening out?"
"Eventful I'd say." I held up my hand as a giggle escaped. I served the pancakes that the household favored for breakfast. "Karasuba ought to tell you herself once she gets up from the couch."
"…stop, talking, please." My grey-haired associate was attempting to bury her face into the couch. I had set her clothing into the wash last night, so she was only in her underthings. She was completely modest in that regard, unlike a few Sekirei I met, so there was no harm in it.
"The piece of furniture should be renamed Karasuba's bed." Saber groused frowning as she began to dent the stack of massive pancakes. I had once questioned why the stove top could be converted into a griddle, but the appetite of the ancient spirit answered that within a day's time.
"If it's a matter of where people sleep my bed would be everyone's bed." The last tenant of the house stated, his hair in complete disarray. A far cry from how I met him, he was clad in sleeping cloths similar to Rin's own. A button up shirt and flat pants, that they both seemed to favor. "And I told you to wake me up, I wanted you to sleep in after your reunion with your friends last night."
"I had simply thought that you'd appreciate more rest after the strenuous activities you three rudely left me out of." I smiled as the three on the table blushed heavily. "You'll have the entire day to make it up to me though, Shirou."
My Ashikabi scratched the back of his head in both trepidation and anxiety.
"Well at least I have classes today." Rin laughed. "No dealing with upset neighbors for me today!"
"There is a new wing in the museum that I am interested in seeing." Saber mused with a smile.
"Eh, me? Alone?" He seemed to be in a panic now, unable to look away from my gaze. I felt my heart beat faster as a heavy blush set onto his face.
Karasuba was staring intently at my Ashikabi, and we shared a wink as I turned back to the food I was cooking.
All was well.
…
Just A Small Concession.
…
Rin rubbed the bridge of her nose between her forefinger and thumb.
"So let me get this straight…" Rin had one hand on her hip and her eyes closed, not a very good sign. That particular set of body language translated to: 'I am now going to explain why you are stupide'. "You managed to find your long-lost family, have been living with them for the better part of a year, going to college on a daily basis, but only found out about the secret alien tournament after I bring one to your doorstep."
"Well if you put it that way…" I protested, pushing up my glasses as I closed my text book. "Of course it sounds much worse than it actually is!"
"Shirou." My girlfriend grasped my chin and tilted my head. "There is a woman that used to be a man sitting on your bed." I waved weakly to said person, who waved back just as lacking in enthusiasm. "This has been happening to some degree or another since you got here. Do you find something wrong with the picture I am painting?"
"Err… I should give Homura-san some clothes?" I stated/asked, I didn't really see why she was so upset over this. I practically managed to live quietly for a year. A record if compared to my life after the Grail War.
"I'd appreciate that." Homura squeaked and I got up to fetch a pair only to be pulled down to my seat. Rin was breathing steadily, her face a perfect calm. I knew for a fact that I was in very, very dangerous waters. A veritable ocean filled with whales that ate people in all actuality.
"Shirou," Her voice was like that of an angel, which worried me greatly. I was also afraid of the vein that was throbbing on the right of her temple. "Repeat after me: why did I not notice the massive alien tournament going on in my backyard."
"Well my mother paid a tremendous amount of money for college and I couldn't just waste it."
Rin blinked once, twice then took a deep breath.
"Are you telling me…" The voice was but a whisper, foretelling the massive storm that was going to follow. "You were paying too much attention to your classes to notice an alien slugfest?"
"Ummm… yes." I leaned back into my chair, waiting for the screaming to start.
"Oh whatever gods above be praised!" Rin declared before attempting to suffocate me between her modest cleavage. "The massive psychological bandage of having a true family has put some sense into you!"
"Hubwaaaa?" I managed to question with the limited amount of space and oxygen I had available. Rin pulled me off, letting me take a deep breath. "W-what?"
"It's simple Shirou!" Rin stated ecstatically far more happy than I had ever seen her. "Being with your family is finally healing all the emotional scars and mental blocks created by the massive Fuyuki Fire!" My twin-tailed girlfriend suddenly reached into my pants and produced my wallet, and from which she took two certain packages. "See! You're even carrying these around! You were too much of a prude to ever think about having sex outside of the house!"
"It's completely normal to have protection on hand at all times-." My sentence was cut off abruptly, as the girlfriend I hadn't seen for more than a year tried to suck out my tongue. Why did I leave again? Why did I not bring them with me?
"That's so sexy to hear." Rin stated huskily and I saw the girl on my bed shift uncomfortably, her face very red. Did she just lick her lips?
"A-ah?" I couldn't form any exact sentences, my mind didn't seem to be properly working nor my mouth. She suddenly decided that standing up was no longer an option, hiked up her skirt and sat on my lap.
"You're so cute when your embarrassed." She whispered and some part of me wanted to protest about that. The fact that she was trailing her hands all over my chest and tracing lines with her tongue on my neck placed that part of me in a sack and threw it down an elevator shaft. "Now just lie back and let Rin-sama take care of you…"
The door suddenly opened.
"Rin I have finished speaking with Shirou's family." The blonde apparition of a warrior from ancient times took in the scene, closed the door and promptly began undressing. The white haired girl on my bed was looking at her with something akin to wonder in her eyes, even more so when she sat down next to her. "Go on then, I shall pre-occupy myself with your other contracted servant, Rin."
Why did I leave again?
…
"Time to go grocery shopping, Yukari."
"F-fifth t-time?"
Shirou's mother regarded that word and the screams emanating throughout the house. Listening intentely at the hoarse cries.
"More like the ninth or so." Takami stated grabbing her drooling daughter away by the collar, out of the house. Who knew that guilt-tripping the boy into staying simply by completely paying for a tuition fee would lead to this?
Thinking on the prospect of having her son a part of the Sekirei plan though, she'd rather he be in foursomes any day of the week.
Soundproofing was a must though.
…
Counterproductive.
…
Miya bit her lip as she was cooking, and I thought that was adorable.
"Shirou." My wife gave me a measured look, her smile radiant as always. "You're burning the rice."
I looked at the pan I had forgotten in to stir for the past five minutes and realized that what she was saying was true.
She giggled as I desperately attempted to save what remains of our meal for the night. Distracted while I was cooking! How am I supposed to do anything around her now?
…
There was an odd serenity as she simply sat on the porch and sipped tea. I liked to look at her and see a flower of sorts, though she was far more beautiful than any that could ever exist.
"Shirou." She giggled a sound I wished to hear all the time, she hid her smile behind a hand. It was an action that made me want to see her lips even more. "You're butchering our bonsai tree."
I looked up from my work, and the branch that I had just cut off from the tree I had cared for gods know how many years.
Crap…
…
"Are you feeling ill, Shirou?" Miya asked, gliding into my shed as I put away my tools. It was heavily organized and clean, so I had no qualms about her being within it. Though it was akin to having a goddess standing within a scrapyard in comparison. "You have been acting rather strange as of late."
I scratched the back of my head and felt myself wince slightly, she really paid a lot of attention to me didn't she? I wondered if I should have been embarrassed or flattered. The former was winning though.
"Are you coming down with a fever?" She closed the distance between us pressing a silken hand against my forehead. The worry on her face emanated from her amethyst eyes, and the way she bit her lip in worry. "You work far too much every day, Shirou-kun."
"I-I'm fine." I stuttered, since when have I ever stuttered? This woman will be the death of me! "I just get distracted from time to time is all."
"Distracted while cooking, or caring for your bonsai tree?" Her brow furrowed as she gave me a small pout. It could have been called a frown, but there was no way she could make something so negative with her features. "I'm more ready to believe in the fact that you're sick."
My tongue tied when I wanted to tell her that she was the reason I was distracted. If I was this bad when she did everything subconsciously, what hope did I have if she knew-
She wrapped her other hand around mine clasping it within her warm embrace.
"Please." She breathed. "I just want to help, Shirou-kun."
"I can't stop staring at you!" My mouth immediately blurted out, and my face felt as though it had been held against the sun. "I-I keep messing up because I just can't stop looking at you whenever you're close!"
Something inside me wailed for me to leap into a spiked pit and die a painful death. My stomach churned in horror of what I just said.
Then that all went away as a spectacular blush lit across my wife's face and her hands began to wring themselves together. There was no possible thing in the world that could have ever managed to take my breath away as easily as the sight before me.
"A-ara?" Her vocal tic made it all the more adorable in my eyes. Our eyes met and we both looked away at the same moment. "I-I see, w-well…" She stopped her sudden fidgeting for a moment. "Do you want me to stop watching you work?"
"Absolutely not!" I exclaimed making both her and myself jump. "E-er, I mean I'll just have to learn to pay attention with distractions at hand."
"It'll be much easier if I just leave you to your business sometimes." My lavender haired wife muttered her eyes staring at her feet.
I didn't know how to say I always wanted her around without sounding possessive.
"I always want you near me." My mouth decided to act before my mind could catch up again, my face felt as though it was going to combust.
Miya's face shot up, her lips trembling, eyes wide, and absolutely red with my sudden proclamation.
"Y-you're such a cheater!" She suddenly exclaimed her face absolutely red. Her hand hit me lightly on my chest, before encircling my back. "Why must you always do this to me?"
"A-ha? Sorry?" The smile on my face hurt my cheeks, the hug she was giving me felt so natural. We stayed like that for I moment. "I don't think you mind so much though…"
"Baka…" I felt her lips form into a pout against my chest, her breath making my heart beat hasten. Suddenly I was aware of the fact that my lovely wife and I were alone in the shed, and her entire body was against mine. Blood rushed elsewhere, and she looked up to me with a darker blush only along her cheeks. "Shirou-no-ecchi…"
I was about to apologize once more, a touch more truthful than more former apology, when her lips caught mine.
The kiss was a familiar one, capturing the bottom of my lip with amazing speed. Her hands trailed under my shirt and ran along my abdomen.
"I-in here?" I squeaked past her lips.
"Yes, in here, right now."
…
Host Club.
…
"Yukari should I be worried about you?" I inquired as she led me into a host club. Everywhere in sight was young ladies paying for the attentions of a good looking male. "You said something about being a premier costumer of this place?"
"I helped start it!" My sister cheerfully stated. "I introduced it to all my private school friends and floated the entire club for a while six months! Gave them enough time to set up a client base and everything!"
"Hmmm…" I gazed at the many men giving me knowing smirks, dipping their heads ever so slightly in the traditional male greeting. There was a lack of enmity that I wasn't used to in the presence of males competing for female attention here, odd. "Are you sure that I'm cut out of this, Yukari?"
"Well you're good looking enough." The blush on her face made me worry about her. "And you need a part-time job after classes anyways! Plus I've seen the paychecks these guys get, even without the tips they're great! If you do poorly they'll have you in the kitchen and we both know how that will turn out!"
Quite the little conniver she was, I was in a suit within moments. The owner of the place seemed ecstatic to have me after he had a talk with Yukari. I didn't need to eavesdrop to know she had talked about my previous relationship, then my cooking skill.
I hoped I wouldn't mess it up.
…
"Ah! Emiya-san!" The new suit on the owner spoke of the better business traffic the place was getting. "Exactly the man who I wanted to see."
"Ah, excuse me." I smiled at the woman who I served. "I will return soon."
"Still working that stoic gentleman type, eh?" The man pulled out what I ascertained was a gold-plated cigarette holder, and placed one of the nail coffins between his grinning teeth. "Whatever works!"
The man was very happy, from what I could gather business was very good for him
"Well, Emiya." He twisted the multiple gold rings he wore on fingers. "I want you to teach this new kid the ropes."
A young man about my height bowed slightly and I nodded back, it was rather hard to bow in the butler outfit I was wearing. He had white hair, fair skin, and a decidedly neutral features.
"Well this shouldn't be all that difficult." I stated after the cursory glance. The young man had a light blush on his face for whatever reason. I hoped he didn't get embarrassed simply from having a man evaluate him, the women would eat him alive in this treacherous work. "He certainly has the looks for it."
"Great! Great!" My boss cackled mightily his eyes gleaming in joy as I watched. The man was exceedingly wealthy now, I supposed he was entitled to be so happy. "Train him well!"
"Emiya Shirou," I held out my hand the white haired boy seemed apprehensive still.
"Kagari." He introduced himself, gloved hand trembling in my hand. "I am under your care, Emiya-san."
Shy, tongue-tied I hoped he would be able to survive the first hour, let alone the first day.
…
"Shirou!" My sister burst into my room unannounced, as per always. "Are you the Uke or Seme!?"
I blinked, before realizing what she was saying.
"W-what?!" My mouth summarized my reaction to the question quite aptly. My sister held out her phone and displayed me walking alongside my colleague for the past few months. "Where did you get that picture?"
"So it's true!" My sister squealed as I had apparently confirmed my sexual orientation. "This is exactly like that plot I read in boyXboy. com last night!"
I took a deep breath, intending to get her attention and explain.
"The broken hearted man, going out to capture the hearts of women and spite them with fake love!" My sister declared reading from her phone with fiery passion. "The young boy ousted for his good looks, find solace in hot, steamy-."
"We're not like that!" I cried out.
But against my wishes my hell continued.
…
"Shirou!" Kagari seemed happy to see me. His outfit seemed more skintight than a I remembered before, but I played that off to the fact my sister read ridiculous stories out loud to me last night. "Good morning!"
"Good morning to you as well, Kagari." I nodded towards my colleague as he fell in stem by my side. He stopped walking a second, his face contorting in confusion before walking behind ever so slightly. "Something wrong?"
"No! Not at all!" Kagari… squeaked, a small blush forming on his face. I was struck again at the utter feminine nature of his face, it seemed more pronounced than usual. "I'm completely fine!"
"If you say so." I gestured to the locker room we changed clothes within. "You or me first?"
A few weeks into our meeting he decided that we should dress separately, I didn't have any particular problems with his choices so I let him do as he wished.
"Hey Emiya!" One of my colleagues went up to me. "I need to put this in real quick!" He held up his wedding ring with a slight wince and I rolled my eyes.
"I'll do it for you." I immediately stated, "You know how Kagari tends to get when someone walks in on him."
"Ah," my compatriot winced. "That was ugly, you think you can handle that?"
"I'd like to think that he'd not be so tough on a friend." My colleague laughed and handed me his wedding band with thanks.
I opened the door, fully expecting to see Kagari half-naked.
Half-naked as a man.
She, for she was defiantly a she as she was bent over and giving me a text book example of femininity whilst pulling down her pants, froze.
She screamed, and I sighed as I was quite sure that I needed to look for a new job.
…well at least I could safely admit I was attracted to her without confusing myself any further.
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