Somewhere near an isolated field stood a very large traditional japanese house. Mahogany wooden walls made the exterior part of the house, the walkway was made of marble and pebbles, the sides having a small steam with lily pads. The surrounding area was full of flora, many different types of trees and flowers blooming peacefully as the moon reflected the Sun's light onto the Earth. Behind the house, there was a very large dome made out of glass, housing the most rare plants of the entire world. That was the most peaceful place the Master considered there to be in her residence. However, the loud sound of glass being shattered was not included.

A woman around her 20's, with long dark blue hair, golden colored eyes, and wearing a gorgeous white-paleish blue with flower patterns at the bottom, sighed, getting a bit annoyed with the cause of the shattering. The tea cup that she held on her right hand was lowered onto the plate, then standing up to see the other woman within her residence, coming out of the botanical garden, sobbing her head.

The woman that emerge had the appearance of ancient, traditional Latin America clothing. Long curly blond hair and tan skin.

"Sorry Master!" the woman apologized, grinning innocently at her Master.

The Master took in a deep breath, her form glowing from the light being cast on by the moon. "Rider," she spoke, though then back, "No. Quetzalcoatl, what was the cause of you breaking a part of my precious garden?"

Quetzalcoatl, one of the highest deities from Aztec mythology, who is the god of life, harvest, rain, culture and air, from Central America, was summoned for this Holy Grail War as a Rider Class.

"Sorry" Rider repeated. "I was practicing a lucha libre move" she explained, looking back the the broken side. "I-well it broke because there was no room…."

The Master simply placed a hand on her forehead. "Lucha libre?"

The goddesses eyes shine. "YES!" she shouted. "The people of Central America, from where I originate, have this wonderful fighting style….."

The human female simply stood there, listening to her Servant rambling on about what lucha libre was. She put up with it because she was the one who went travelled to the Western part of the world to find for her catalyst, knowing that having a Divine Servant was what was going to help her win the Holy Grail War.

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The clock ranged at exactly 6:00 A.M., making the teenage next to it grumble. She moved her hand around the counter in which the clock was, accidently knocking off some objects, but cared less about it. When she found it, she slammed her hand on the button to make it cease its sound. She brought back her hand to her bed and slowly opened her eyes. Darkness was all that covered the room, making her sleepy, though she knew she had to get up, get ready, get her sister's stuff, and go to school, much to her dismay because she didn't do her homework.

Cautiously, she heaved herself up and went up to the lamp to turn it on. Now light replaced the dark, making her much better. Stretching, she grabbed her hairbrush and combed her hair, making all the knots unknot. When she finished, she walked over to her closet when she suddenly stopped.

"How did I get to my room?" she questioned herself. She pondered, remembering that she was in the living room, talking with Karna. When she seemed to get an idea, her face began to have a light red color. 'I must have fallen asleep, and Karna brought me here….' To her it was the only logical conclusion due to Cendrillon, either in his regular or human form being incapable of bringing her to bed, unless of course pushing her on the floor and dragged her with her legs. Elena shook her head, pushing it away, but taking note to thank the Spirit.

She changed into her school uniform which consisted of a black skirt that reached above her knees, a white shirt underneath her black blazer with grey color buttons, low height socks, and brown school shoes. She looked at the mirror, checking to see if it her torso didn't look weird due to the bandages, which nothing seemed noticeable. After that, she went to get her sister's school uniform and school bag before exiting their room, then entering the living room where she placed the bags.

The eldest Tachibana went to the kitchen to prepare herself her breakfast and school lunch, as well as her sibling's. Turning on the light, she opened the refrigerator, she took out various cold fruits and vegetables, then some from the fruit's basket, placing them on the counter. She then stretched herself carefully to open the cupboard, moving some of the contents to bring out the cutting board. When she found in, Elena brought it down, washed it as well as the fruits and vegetables. Finding the knife, she began chopping a fruit-vegetable salad. She sliced cucumbers, apples, oranges, carrots, and celery. She grabbed the two bento boxes to her left, one was orange while the other yellow, and organised the sliced food in them. When done, she took the lids and closed them shut. After that, she got the furoshiki and wrapped them on the containers.

Finished, she left them there for a moment, taking in a deep breath, relaxing herself. Her mind was jumbled up at the moment, recalling that that person was going to, as always, make her life a misery at school. That even made her remember that her Servant was going to accompany her, so she prepared herself this time a cup of tea before going back to the living room.

Seating herself, the orange-haired called out the name of the Hero of Charity, him instantly appearing before her, and as always, having no readable expression on his face.

"Good morning" Elena greeted, smiling at Karna.

"Good morning to you, Master" Karna replied, looking at the girl on the couch.

The girl paused. 'I really don't get him. His voice was sincere, but he remains expressionless….' She nodded at him. "I have to talk to you about something, again" Why must it only be talking….? She mentally questioned herself. How should I ask him? She looked down at her lap, thinking of what she wanted to say. Should I ask… She lifted her face up and questioned, "How much do you value me?"

Silence lingered for a few moments.

"You are my everything" Karna responded, looking straight at her eyes.

Elena nearly choked, even though it was with nothing. Her face was going beat red. "Wha….?" She mumbled. THAT SOUNDED MORE LIKE A CONFESSION! She turned away from his blue eyes. Her mind for some reason was jumbled up, and her chest pained her a bit.

Lancer looked at her confuse. He answered her question, so why was she so red? Is she getting sick? A fever? He wondered. He went over to her and bend down, his face near hers and placing his right, black colored hand on her forehead to see her temperature. When he did that, his Master abruptly turned, though not being to remove his hand. From what he saw, she was less red, but when he saw her look at him, once again her face went red.

The girl blushed even more when she saw that the Hero of Charity face near hers, and felt that his right hand was in her forehead.

"You don't appear to have a fever" he concluded, removing his hand and himself back.

Elena looked down at her lap, her hands rubbing against each other. "No…." she mumbled, somewhat backing up what the Servant said, and, unconsciously, reached out for his hand. Still not noticing her actions, when she grabbed his hand, she placed it on her cheek. "It's warm…." she mumbled, again. Her eyes were closed, and her lips were smiling. She remembered the warmth, the person who provided her with the warmth that she no longer had, except that now, from a long time, 6 years ago, she felt it again.

"What are you doing, Elena?" the chirpy voice the phoenix resonated.

The girl shoot her eyes open. What am I do-?

"She's taking in the heat of my hand" Karna responded in her place.

"Alright" Cendrillon said, walking away, a wicked smile on his face.

Elena caught this, making her swat away the heroes hand, and standing up, "I saw that! Oh, and you're wrong!" she shouted. "His warmth just remembered me of Father's!" she revealed.

The Hero of Charity looked at his Master with curiosity, ignoring that his hand was pushed away, not that it hurt him or anything.

The mythical bird stopped his leaving, hovering. It's head hung. "The warmth of the deceased Lord was indeed warm" he stated, now taking his leave.

The oranged haired lowered her head. She could quite remember, faintly, of her friend being extremely loyal to her father, and having great fondness towards him. Just like her father shared his warmth with her, he did the same with her. One time, he caught them on the secret room, him sitting on a velvet armchair, his head resting on the same colored pillow, gently stroking Cendrillon. At that time, she grew a bit jealous, and because of that, she treated her familiar harshly. She would constantly, when her father wasn't present, would threatened him by saying that she was going to cook him for a chicken noodle soup. Elena was quite pleased with him not going attached to her father, but it faltered when her father seemed to notice what was going on. In the end, she had gotten reprimanded for her actions, though not receiving a harsh punishment due to her still being young.

"You should not of had done that, Elena Michiko Tachibana" her father scolded her, hence for him saying her entire name. His deep blue eyes stared at her orange ones. "What you did was wrong, acting out of jealousy to your friend" he added.

The child was furious, could he not see that there was no reason to be kind to a familiar. "Father, why do you- wait, friend?" She was confuse. Why would the phoenix be her friend?

His eyes were still fixed on hers, but they were now softer. He raised his hand, her taking notice of it, and waiting for her to get hit, but it didn't happen. She felt his hand, his warm hand rested in her cheek. "Elena, you must reflect on your actions" he said. "And must apologize"

"That's what I'm trying to to do, but you ar-"

"NO!" he exclaimed, making her flinch. "It isn't me who you should be apologizing, but to your familiar" he stated. He let go of her, leaving the room with her and her familiar, who was told by his Lord to stay with them.

She clearly remembered that, for the warmth.

"Is everything right, Master?" Karna asked his Master. He took notice of her not paying attention, like if she was recalling something. She heard his calling, and turned to look at him, her face expressionless.

"How did you know?" she questioned. He saw him look at her, and managed to read him, his facial features. "The heat…."

He caught on to what she meant. "I have an ability called Discernment of the Poor, which allows me to read a person's character, body language, and words. I cannot be deceived, for I shall know that their words are a lie and see their true intentions."

"I see" she whispered. A tear come out of her eye, making the Hero of Charity back. Had he said something to make her sad? Though it wasn't for his ability not seeing any sadness. "Thank you" added. She grabbed his hand once again and held it tight. "You made me remember something good and kinda bad"

She decided to add bad for what he had revealed to her to not be the first victim of his ability, though he must have notice the kinda in there.

For some reason I believe that I may be getting to know Karna better. His warmth is definitely comforting.