"We have at least one shipper after the last chapter!"
"And I care...why?"
"Because they are shipping Michael and Lonely Heart."
"You mean Noire?"
"Isn't that what I said?
"...I give up."
"Hey, where are you going? ****, wait up!"
"Oh dear... they forgot all about me. Oh well, at least I get to introduce the next chapter. And before I forget, this is your only blatant hint as to our identities. Now, please enjoy the eleventh chapter of Obligation. I realize that it's obvious who we are, but please humor us."
She was dead. That was all she knew, she died when she was killed by Cinder Fall. Heh, she died when she was killed. Stupid joke. Because, as we all know, people die when they are killed.
Welcome, young Huntress, to the Moon Cell.
The Moon Cell? But the moon...
Your confusion is understandable, but this is not the reality that you knew. This is a timeline where the Creatures of Grimm never came into existence, and neither did Dust. This is a reality where humans did not split into faunus and human, but where the original species appeared relatively late in the evolutionary timeline.
So what does this have to do with me?
I propose a contract. There are two instances of Cinder Fall within the Moon Cell, and one of them has penetrated a forbidden zone. My terms are as follows: you will be contracted to an individual of our choosing, based on compatibility as well as reasonable likelihood to complete the task. You will locate and kill the Assassin-Class Servant Cinder Fall and, in doing so, prevent the extinction of humanity and the population of Earth. In exchange, we will ensure that you are resurrected and given all of the tools required to prevent your death and the fall of Beacon.
Well, that sounds like a really good deal, but how do I know that you could follow through on your side of the bargain? For all I know, you have already contracted someone, only for them to die in the real world.
A reasonable concern.
"Good morning, Hakuno-sempai." I did not jump, and anyone who says otherwise is a liar; a dirty, dirty liar who is full of shit. Rider, stop smirking at your provisional Master's non-existent surprise and warn me next time. I gave Caster up as a bad job and made myself presentable after my non-jump.
"Good morning, Sakura-san." Rider walked out, probably to a casino or something
"Have you seen Sempai?"
"I'm sorry, Sakura-san, I haven't seen your boyfriend." Is it wrong for me to say that? Poor girl ducked her head, blushing lightly. "You really care about him, don't you?" I didn't get an answer, but Caster stole my book. First edition and illustrated in color. An excellent find, and the bitch just stole it.
"You bought my book?"
"What do you mean?" She honestly seemed to be confused, even doing that little head tilt I adore.
"I wrote those books, and Sempai told me I could."
"You ship him, Rider, Saber, and Leo?" Same little head tilt.
"No, but it made for a good story, so I wrote it that way. Sempai is Sempai, and he has personal agency. I'm even writing a new series with you as the main character, with Sempai as a supporting character, of course." I just blink. The author that most of the War's participants wanted to meet has revealed herself to me, and all I can do is blink. "Do you want Sempai to be your partner that falls in love with you? I can do that if you want me to. Two cops that fall in love while you track down the person who killed his brother, a little cliche, but I can work with it. Thank you, Hakuno-sempai, but I won't take up anymore of your time."
"Bless you, Master."
"Thank you, Saber." This, is more exhausting than I expected. Staring at the sea of trash data that surrounds our little island, although the perpetual sunset was beautiful, but there is something to be said about overexposure to beautiful things. That made more sense before I wrote it down. Anyway, Saber said that I should keep a diary/journal just to keep my thoughts together, because my death will begin to affect my memories. Yeah, and Saber is going to be writing as well, but the trust system means that I won't intentionally peruse to my heart's content.
the Moon Cell's attempt to make a dating sim out of us seems to have stalled in a rather funny way, because we are not characters in a dating sim. I'm certain that there is an official name for those games, but I'll be damned if I know. Saber and I decided to have some fun pretending to be student and teacher, and she actually knows her shit in regards to physics. She's damn smart, smarter than I gave her credit for. Yes, that sounds sexist in hindsight, but I pictured her being more knowledgeable in politics and economics, not quantum mechanics and thermodynamics.
Is it sexist of me to think that a politician to be knowledgeable in subjects that correlate to her profession? It's not that I think that she can't learn those subjects, but that I don't see how they would apply to her everyday life, as far as I'm aware.
Why am I defending myself? And from who? Whom? And Saber decided to take a nap on my lap. I'm sure she's teasing me, but her Tsundere skill says otherwise. Well, this marks the end of this first (short) entry. Hopefully, this will not be needed, but it couldn't hurt.