Author's Disclaimer: I do not own Fate/Stay Night. In other words, I do not own the original intellectual property.
Chapter 9
Shirou, Emiya Residence
"Prepare yourself, Shirou!" A pumped up Arturia charged to me while I fumbled with the handle of my wooden sword. I was barely able to block her first strike, and I was thrown off balance.
"You really seem to be distracted right now, Shirou." Arturia looked at me, with her eyebrows knitted in a frown.
Cold drops of sweat trickled down the back of my neck, my secret weapon really was a tad irritating, as it restricted my movements somewhat. Unconsciously, I reached for my back with my free hand, ensuring that it was still firmly held in place.
"It's nothing, really. Shall we continue?" I forced myself to remain calm, I knew that one slip would give the game away. I gripped the sword in front of me with both of my hands and with more force now.
"... Very well." Arturia once more charged at me, this time however, I was ready.
It all happened in a flash. I pathetically parried Arturia's blow, however, I somehow managed to hold her attention and sword there and then, and I made use of that chance. Using my free hand, I reached out behind me, grabbed its handle, freed it from my pants, swung it over me, and it made contact with Arturia's head with a satisfying 'thud'.
"Kyaaa!" Arturia's head was contorted in an expression of pain. I was momentarily stunned, I could not have swung it so hard could I?
I looked at the forementioned item, it was just a normal wooden katana. However, there was a major difference; it was broken into two, the top half of it was swinging limply, with a small strand of wood still bounding the bottom half to it.
"...Huh..?" I looked at Arturia, tears were threatening to spill out of her partially closed eyes. Realization hit me. I threw the broken katana to one side, and rushed over to her side.
"Arturia... I'm really very very sorry! It was a mistake! A mistake! I will never do it again! I promise! I just wanted to score a hit!" I hastily explain to her. She did not respond. I embraced her, hoping against hope, that she will just forgive me.
"Arturia... Please...-" I was cut off in mid sentence.
"Ho-ho... So you did manage to land a hit on me after all..." Her eyes were obstructed by her hair, and I detected a trickle of menace from her.
"There couldn't be a chance you are angry, are you, Arturia?" I whimpered. This was not good, not good at all.
"Why should I be? A hit is a hit. Even though it was obtained through underhand means, you still landed a hit on me." She looked up at me, she was smiling now, from ear to ear. She definitely is angry now...
"Arturia... Don't be angry... Please... Please!" I backed away from her slowly.
"I already said, I'm not angry... In fact, I'm glad that you actually land a hit on me. It shows that you have improved." She beamed at me. Sweat drops were forming at a ridiculous rate on my forehead now. My sixth sense was tingling like crazy now, screaming out that danger is imminent. It has never failed me before, ever.
"However... There is no need for me to go easy on you anymore..." She was still holding onto that maniac-like smile. I could feel the full blast of that menacing aura leaking from her by now.
"So..." She gripped onto the wooden katana by her side as she slowly rose up.
Oh sweet mother of mercy...
Ilya, Fuyuki City.
'KABOOM!'
Eh...? That seemed to have came from Shirou's house, I better hurry!
Readjusting my bag straps, I moved on. I was pretty ecstatic about today, seeing that I could finally live in Shirou's house again. It has been quite a while since I slept in his bed...
I giggled. Today, I'm definitely going to do that again. I quickened my pace, it would not do to let Shirou wait, would it?
Rin, Fuyuki Shopping Centre.
"Archer, does this look good on me?" I gave him a full 360 degrees view of my outfit. I was hoping that some emotions would at the very least be shown on his face.
"Looks... Pretty good." Archer just passed it off with a wave of his hand, looking calm and composed as always. I sighed inwardly. I will not be beaten here!
With my spirit dampened slightly, I retreated into the fitting room, and begun undressing. I looked around me, not one outfit caught my eye, and will definitely not appeal to Archer either. Just when all hope seemed lost, an outfit, buried beneath the mountain of clothes before me, caught my eye. I gave a silent whoop of joy as I tugged on it hard in an attempt to free it.
What I did however, was to spark off an avalanche of clothes. I let out a scream as the clothes washed over me.
"Rin...? Rin!? Are you alright!?" A worried Archer burst into the fitting room. An amazing view greeted his eyes, with me in my undergarments being the main focus.
"What in the world...?" He flushed slightly, his porcelain face finally breaking.
"...Don't look! You pervert!" I gave him a tight slap, and kicked him out of the room.
"So-...Sorry!" Archer seemed to be stumbling over his words now.
"Pervert! Just you wait, you will get it when I get out of here!" I begun wearing my usual outfit, I had enough for one day. Yet, deep down, I was happy. I knew that I had made some progress today, no matter how microscopic it was.
It would not do to let Archer know that he was out of the doghouse so soon though.
Ilya, Emiya Residence
I finally arrived at my destination. I rang the door bell to announce my arrival, and crouched down.
When the door slid opened, I jumped straight into his receiving arms.
"Good afternoon, onee-chan!" I let out a scream of joy.
Eh...?
I opened my eyes, something was definitely not right. Since when did Shirou developed boobs? It felt and look like it. My eyes traveled upwards, making checkpoints about this nostalgically familiar outfit and finally rested on a face of whom I thought belonged to someone dead.
"Saber!?" What the...?
"Ilyasviel, just what do you think you are doing?" Her eyes narrowed while glaring at me... What a scary person.
"No-...Nothing! Where's onee-chan?" I demanded of her, if she harmed onee-chan in anyway... To my astonishment, she flushed a bit. Saber, the strongest of servants, embarrassed?
"Arghh!" A scream from no far off resounded throughout the household. It sounded like onee-chan. I jumped off Saber, and ran towards the source, not even bothering to take off my shoes. I swung open the door, breathing hard.
"Onee-chan! Are you-..." My next few words were caught in my throat. Onee-chan was leaning against the wall at the end of the room. He was mummified by bandages from head to toe, and only his eyes remained visible. By this time, Saber had already caught up with me. I spun around, facing her.
"You...! What did you do to onee-chan!?" I screamed at the top of my lungs... Poor onee-chan... It is fine though, I will seek revenge for you on your behalf, onee-chan!
"..." She looked away from me, as though ashamed.
"How dare you ignore me! You..." I raised my hand, ready to slap her. I could tell from her face she was expecting it, but she did not do anything to stop it.
"Don't! It's not her fault. It was my... cough... Mistake..." Onee-chan suddenly shouted out, before bursting into a series of coughs.
I looked at Saber once more, she seemed melancholy, even remorseful? I calmed myself down, and made my way over to onee-chan, silently helping him apply ointment to his bruised and battered body. Likewise, Saber did the same, sitting on onee-chan other side, and gently applying ointment onto him. Onee-chan's facial expression was that of a man in intense pain, as he visibly winced at every touch.
"I'm... Really sorry about this... Shirou..." Saber apologized in a voice so low, that the slightest wind could have blew it away; rendering it unheard. She suddenly stood up, and made a dash for the door. Were those tears falling from her face?
"Wait, Arturia!" Onee-chan leaned forward and reached out, grabbing her hand. He tugged her backwards, hard, and Saber fell onto him.
"Owww!...Don't go... Please..." Onee-chan begged Saber, and I could see her visibly tensed shoulders slacken. Her face was buried in his chest, and it was getting thoroughly soaked. Onee-chan leaned back against the wall, before he turned his head and our eyes met.
"Ilya... Do you mind waiting outside for just a bit? Please?" I obeyed, it would not do to intrude on them at such a time. I made my way out of the room, closed the door firmly behind me, and decided to wait in the kitchen.
Just what was so important to chase me out of the room?
A/N
Finally, got this chapter done! There you have it, the miraculous secret weapon! I know, it seems a bit... Childish? But it was the only thing I could think of. I think I will speed up the plot pace now, it seems ridiculous that I have yet to even start it.
As always, please R&R. Constructive criticism is welcomed as always.
End A/N