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Chapter 10: The Ripples


When Kishou Arima sat down to chat with the curious Ghoul that had intrigued him many years, he was somewhat confused by the passion behind the extreme scheme elaborated by the one-eyed girl.

"One day, Kishou, someone will rise up against you and, killing you, shall put an end to this decadence, kickstarting the most wondrous era this world has ever seen. That one, Kishou, shall be the One-Eyed King!"

At the time, the Reaper had felt unconvinced by the existance of such being, the fact he was nigh invincible being drilled in his head since his childhood calmly pushing back this idiotic idea.

Yet he had accepted because, whatever happened in the following years, Arima was sure it would have dethroned the CCG and the Washuu.

It was a insignificant gamble at the time, the young man considered Eto's effort in building up an organisation strong enough to harass the fake Ghoul Hunting Association something he had knew she could have accomplished even without his support.

Someone as crafty as the green-haired woman wasn't going to disappoint in her execution, merely annoying him with her antics and creativity in the due process.

There were instances where the disadvantages of this cooperation flared in his cold mask, tempting him to just remove the unstable Ghoul out of the general equation and wait for someone else much more predictable to manipulate in the pipe dream of demolishing the Washuu's dominance.

Yet his hand stood quiet, unarmed, the Reaper knowing that a battle against the two wouldn't result in an easy victory.

Eto knew this and that was why when they started to have discussions regarding Aogiri Tree she started to carefully poke at him with quiet jabs.

Soon her stance started to get more at ease, leaving herself exposed to any possible surprise attack, tempting him to submit to the primal instict of destroying the predator.

That was the first time Arima felt hesitance, doubt in his plans.

The unstable alliance lasted for several years, revealing how much each other were dependent to the other in this suicidal run.

They both sat the throne, one of spikes and gore, one that they were just warming for the rightful king.

Eto spoke of a Ghoul replacing them and Arima always felt displeased by this dreadful end.

Then the curious repairman from Fuyuki City arrived to work under the CCG.

What had started as a mere curiousity to see how it feel to slowly coerce someone to do something 'against their will', to be selfish towards other.

It was... interesting.

A mixed sensation of self-realisation and a guilty pride that fueled his interest towards the puppet.

Puppet.

Now such words immensely failed to describe the peacefully sleeping young man that Arima was watching from one of the blue chairs of the hospital.

The fight, the aftermath, the words..

"D-Death is right, Arima-san. T-There is s-still things worth living for-"

A warning.

The Reaper would have let it wash onto his composure as if a low Ghoul's insult, yet it hit. Deeply.

But it wasn't the mere enunciation that surprised him. It was their weight.

It was the experience, the factuality, the truth that took the meaning straight to his core, his soul, his mind.

As much Eto would have laughed at this revelation, Arima realised how much of a fool he was.

The half-human had succeeded in 'rebelling' against the CCG, but failed to understand the importance of the emotion, the moving power that one action required to truly succeed.

He had silently scoffed at opportunities, considering himself more important to risk himself.

Arima had planned to die for as long as he had took his first life but had never seen fit to think how he had to die.

Was the dream truly worth dying for?

No, he mused in his convulsing trail of thoughts, there was something that lacked.

His gray eyes glinted an eased stare as he decided to break away from his usual demeanor and focus mostly on the heated issue.

A theory struck onto his mind as he teared down what he knew until now about his future.

What if both Eto and him were wrong in their roles? What if they weren't truly warming the burdened seat of power?

A regency council might replace a King when needed but they would still keep some usefulness as they kept working under the new regime.

It was certain in his mind that Shirou was the one they had waited for so long.

A human, not a ghoul, and Arima was assured by this particular specimen's morality.

As much as he couldn't be defined mastermind, Kishou acknowledged that the Emiya was the one meant to take over as a fit ruler.

He had been worried about the repairman's lacking ruthlessness and had planned to subtly train him into becoming much more spiteful and merciless.

The fight showed him how much he had failed to see the red-haired man's hidden self.

A mistake that he now beared in the form of bandages covering his sore arms.

A grimace was plastered in his mind as he realised the damage he had inflicted to his king.

A cast covering the young man's right arm where Arima had targetted prior to the brutal retaliation that pushed him to the brink and then on the ground of defeat.

The white room's door opened to reveal a teenage girl he had glanced barely during the Academy's exhibition.

Maybe it was his relaxed guard, maybe it was his tired self, but Arima noticed far too late the dangerous flame hiding behind the girl's blue eyes and winced as a kick landed on his unprepared shin.

The following rant of the enraged child brought no little headache and the Reaper sighed inwardly.


"Yesyesyeyesyes! I knew it, my hunch was correct!"

Roma Hoito cackled madly as one distracted guard narrated one of the juiciest news she could ever hear in this terrible hellhole.

Her assumption had been correct!

Someone as strong as that old monster Tsuneyoshi lived and worked quite closer to where she had been restrained.

A joyous news, something that brought enough chaos and vitality in her bones, reaching her suppressed Kakuhou and sending waves of pleasant vibration to her brain.

The world was turning just right and she was actually happy that her decision to calmly surrender (after killing dozens of investigators in the place) had been well-taken.

The Ghoul had also started to hear the most melodious song in a while as what she could think of a young man was tortured by one of the funny jailers of Cochlea.

Ohhhhhhhhhhh.

Her eyes widened as she realised something terrible.

That filthy little pet under Donato's invisible leash was going to tell the boring priest of her discovery making him more interested in her toy.

How rude!

The chains threatened to break under the sheer pressure her body exerted as she trembled angrily, her teeth almost ready to sank onto her new rival.

The movement ceased instantly, a new thought entering her mind, one that actually bought a newer meaning to this whole predicament.

What if, what if, Roma-chan used this opportunity to say what she wanted to the world?

It had always been Donato and that upstart that was Furuta-kun to dictate the Clowns, her Clowns, and Roma wasn't having it anymore!

It will all end in a glorious and bloody battle royale, one where she will be more than happy to end dying by the hand of either Tsuneyoshi or that little Emiya.

Yes, mhhh, it all fit perfectly in the greater scheme.

She was cool too!


Hinami gasped as she fell on the ground, her untrained body already sore after the brutal session with Yomo.

It had all started from a small request the young Ghoul had asked to the man that had trained her Oneechan, one that was quietly agreed upon as blessed by the kind manager.

At first she was surprised that the white-haired Ghoul had restricted her from using her powerful Kagune and the clear onesided close battle that ensued for almost half a hour.

Did she regret asking for this? Yes.

Would she turn back now? No!

The young Fueguchi had contemplated for far too long how to quence this sense of helplessness, brooding silently over many possibilities.

While she had met Shirou Emiya just once, the human had left her with an interesting idea.

Not only the story of the man had filled her with a more realistic sense of the world, but also highlighted how much vengeance demanded and gave as results.

A dreadful path to follow for anyone, especially someone as soft-hearted as her, thus she decided to go for a moderate approach.

You cannot prevent an ambush from Doves without them being overly arrogant, to reveal their intentions much earlier to the action, thus the only solutions to this possibility was... getting better herself to be ready for any attacks.

Hinami knew that relying just on the Kagune was an idiotic attempt to survive, thus Touka's tales of Yomo's harsh training came to her mind and gave the young Ghoul a clear opportunity to accomplish something.

All of this was done in complete secret from her Oneechan, as Hinami knew that the older girl would have disapproved of her decision but... it was necessary!

Putting an stern face, she got back up from the floor, her body shaking in adrenalyne and her Kakugan flaring fiercely as she rushed once more to the waiting teacher.

A punch replied to her battlecry and she felt her last energies fading.

"That's enough." The blank tone disheartened the young ghoul but Yomo patted her head once, a faint smile in his face. "Good job."

Hinami smiled widely, the strain of the workout finally reaching her numb mind and revealing how much she had stressed herself in that first session.

As her body rested on the cold ground, Hinami wondered what had happened to that curious red-haired man that Yoshimura-san had presented to her.

She had been surprised (and quite furious) when the manager revealed how the individual worked for the CCG.

The young Fueguchi had truly wanted to bring herself to hate the kind man that had brought some light in that dark moment, yet she found herself blocked by her sense of justice.

Shirou was just a repairman, not a Dove, thus he didn't truly go around killing Ghouls.

Plus the Emiya held a caring side that somehow reminded Hinami of her late mother and had slowly realised how much she craved for that familiar love.

Proud of her recent accomplishment and lightened by the memory of that happy day, Hinami got up from the ground and nodded at the waiting Yomo, the two starting to return back to Anteiku as the young girl prepared herself to ask to the manager when that curious repairman was going to visit them.


AN

Finally got the paper regarding my blood test and can happily say that I'm not suffering from Hypothyroidism!

The reason why I feared that disease was because my mom has it and since it's not uncommon for it to be hereditary, I decided to get myself checked and thankfully I'm fine, just a little chubby.

Now on a more serious part, tomorrow I'm going to dedicate myself to write a chapter of Human King and the day after I will try to finish Rise of the Ghoul-Man (Issue #1).

I've some fanfic ideas to replace Ghoul-Man at the moment but I think I will hold them for a while since I got a massive workload at the moment (without considering the Betareader work I've been neglecting for far too long), thus I will focus mostly in updating Human King and CCG Repairman for a month or two (Fukurou continuing to be weekly updated) and then I will add some more stuff if possible.

Review Q&A!

ElYoker2002: Thank you!

ThatIdioticMelody: Thank you and I am fine now!

StoryReiter: They weren't using real swords but wooden replicas. Still Shirou got his right arm broken. Also Thank you for your support and concern!

KRKings: I think some confused Caren's age with the one of FHA since she was two years younger than Shirou in that installment. Also thank you!

PervyPanda: I'm good at mass-producing updates, it's kind of like URSS during WW2! xD

Kayen1024: It will be the opposite. It will be Arima interested in getting to know more about Shirou.

Steamguy: *Looks at this chapter* Yes and this will not be the last time!

Yolea Irk's: The Washuu are still ignorant of Shirou's nature and Arima has already worked to cover up his defeat to the public by lying regarding a prior wound handicapping him during the spar. Plus Arima is going to pull a small revolt on every front.

gamechangerDOTexe: The thing that truly makes Arima so dangerous to many foes is that he never restrain himself when fighting as he faces danger. His mind also reinforce this will upon his heavily enchanted body, making him a powerful opponent. In this situation two things cost Arima his victory: 1) He was restraining the whole time, both to not seem too brutal in front of easily impressionable teens and because he was gauging Shirou's potential; 2) He underestimated Shirou and left himself far too much close to outmanouver Shirou's counterattack. There is a quote from George Bernard Shaw that goes: "Beware of false knowledge; it is more dangerous than ignorance."

ANTAGONIST|C: While Sakura has a connection to Akasha that supplies her Circuits, she still doesn't have Circuits strong enough to keep up with a high-level fight for Rider. The whole Dark Sakura ordeal had let her free from Zouken's influence, but there is still the fact that most of her Circuits were destroyed as they were made of the Matou Worms.