Black Zero 3
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She gazed upon the familiar vestige and stared. No…it couldn't be…But no matter how she looked, it was him, it was Emiya Kiritsugu, her old Master and Shirou's father. "You are…King Arthur?" Irisviel asked. Irisviel…how long had it been since she had last seen her? Since she had to kill her with Excalibur by Kiritsugu's demands? All she could do was stare dumbfounded at the two as they stared right back at her.
Kiritsugu said nothing as he gazed upon the King of Knights. This… This was the legendary King Arthur? A little girl? Something inside him turned cold, not that he noticed. He had already killed most of his sense of self a long time ago. He stared at the girl as his mind thought back to the legend of King Arthur and began making connections that had been hinted in the old tales. Arthur had been sent away as a child. Rather than doing so to protect a boy from assassins, it had to be to keep a girl from inheriting the throne. The tale of the king being immortal had to be the result of the fact that she never grew facial hair and was rather short. Her voice could even pass for that of a man, a young man, but a man if one did not know where to look.
So…they forced the responsibility onto a girl did they... Kiritsugu looked at Arthur one last time and turned away. He did not want to talk to this girl right now, she represented too many things that conflicted with him. Arturia gazed upon his back as he walked and saw him in a new light. The first time she had seen him do this, she had thought he was disappointed in her. But now, after a lifetime with his son, she could see that he was angry at the world. Angry at the role she took up. Shirou was a lot more like his adopted father than she realized.
Shirou…just thinking about him made her fist clench. He was here, somewhere in this world, a mere child with his mother. She prayed he was safe, for the Grail war was about to start. The same war that killed his grandparents, destroyed his mind and memories, and nearly killed him. She looked at Iri and bit her lip.
Irisviel looked at Saber and saw the signs of unease. "It's not what you think." Iri said misinterpreting the facial expression. "Kiritsugu is just upset at something." Saber looked at her old friend and forced herself to smile.
"Ah, I know. He's not the first to react that way when they see that the King of Knights is a woman."
Irisviel looked at Saber surprised, "Ano…how did it happen? How did the legend forget to mention that you were a woman." Saber looked at Irisviel and began telling her story of life as a knight and king.
All through the story, she focused on Shirou and what she remembered of this war, Gilles de Rais had to die first. The mad, murdering Servant had killed hundreds of children in the first Fourth Grail war. Such a fiend needed to be dealt with first. Diarmuidwas an honorable knight, but she would not fall for his Noble Phantasms this time. Iskander, the proud man would be an excellent fight, but nothing she could not deal with. Assassin would not fool her with his multiple bodies. A warning to Kiritsugu and his deception would fail before it even began. It was the last two that were the main problem…
Gilgamesh and Lancelot. The King of Heroes and the Knight of the Lake. These two would be her greatest adversaries in this war. She would have to think on how to defeat them quickly. Above all, she could not let this Grail war get out of hand again. She had to protect as many as she could, especially Shirou. Her heart ached for him, even if she had just been by his side minutes ago back in the Throne with the rest of the clan. She missed him dearly, and yet…if all went as she wished, he would never see her after this war, if ever. He would be saved and spared the pain, and thus never get involved with the Grail War. Though…it was inevitable that he would get involved in Sekirei with his mother being the one that kept Minaka somewhat in line. His fate though, would not be with her again.
And that was a painful thought.
"I'm sorry for bringing up such memories." Irisviel spoke, breaking Saber's thoughts.
"Ah, no. It's not your fault, you needed to know." Saber said not dissuading Iri's belief that it was her past that made Saber uneasy. Saber strode forward and said, "Don't worry, I'll protect you." She was careful not to say Iri's name lest she give away everything. She could see Irisviel look at her in confusion at Saber's proclamation, and it made Arturia smile.
Waver dashed to the promenade by the bridge that connected Fuyuki to Shinto, breathing heavily after such a short run. "Ha, ha, ha," Inhale, exhale. You would think the guy had just run a marathon the way he heaved. As someone who rarely worked out, Waver felt his heart was on the verge of a heart attacke. Without the strength to even stand up, he kneeled on the roadside and took another look at the books Rider took from the library.
"... An anthology of Homer's poetry? And... A world map? Why?" Waver exclaimed all this trouble for such paltry things.
From behind a puzzled Waver, a stern arm suddenly stretched out to pick the atlas up by the fingertips. Rider deftly plucked the books from Wavers hands and heavily sat down cross-legged on the road and began turning the pages of the atlas,
"Hey Rider, when you mentioned preparations for war..." Waver started
"You can't start a war without a map. Isn't it obvious?" Rider said smiling. Apparently pleased, Rider's face lit up in a grin, and he stared at the content of the atlas. "Apparently the end of the world has been discovered, and it even rolls up in a sphere... I see, that's what we have when we draw the round Earth on paper. Hey boy, where are Macedonia and Persia?"
Waver felt discouraged at Rider's usual arrogance in calling his Master "boy" instead of saying his name; still, he pointed his finger at a part of the atlas. At that moment.…
"Wahhahhahaha! That's small! Only that on such a big Earth! Hm, good! I was worried by an era where there is no unknown land anymore... But if it's that big, then I'm fine!" Suitable for his big frame, Rider's laughing voice was grand. Waver felt he'd rather face an earthquake or a tornado than oppose a man of that size. "Good, good! I'm excited! ... And us, boy, where are we on this map?" Nervously, Waver pointed to Japan at the far East. Rider gave a groan of admiration, and, "Hoho, at the opposite of the round Earth... Hm. That too is very pleasing. Our objective is even clearer, then."
Waver was becoming more and more annoyed as the giant spoke with such confidence. It was as if he didn't care about the Grail War.
Yet, Rider suddenly sprang up with a frown on his face. The man turned to look at the Shinto end of the bridge and looked at something. Waver couldn't see it, but something was making the man edgy to say the least.
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Eboshi Tanaka was p*ss drunk. The big boss Fujimura had scolded him harshly for no reason. Just because a little money was misplaced (500,000 yen) didn't mean the boss had to get all over his case. So, after the lecture and warning that if he scr*wed up again he was out, Tanaka went to his favorite bar and drank as much as he could hold and a little more. He was now on the walkway of the bridge between Shinto and Fuyuki and was now busy throwing up over the railing.
D*mmit all. Why did nothing ever go as planned? Tanaka railed against the world for a bit before some dormant instinct warned him of danger. The man turned to see something black and ominous dashing towards him with the greatest killing intent he ever felt. Said black thing was dashing towards him at an incredible rate. He could see a glowing red eye and gold eye on that black thing's head and it looked evil.
Filled with liquid courage, the man pulled out a knife and yelled, "You want a piece of me yo-" He never got to finish the sentence as the black thing ripped him in half as it kept on running.
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Below the bridge, Waver Velvet threw up after seeing what had to be Berserker rip a man apart in its path. Oh God, what was wrong with Berserker's Master to let that happen? And this was supposed to be the second greatest night of his life, followed only after the old geezers at the tower admitted they were wrong about his theories. Yet nothing was going as planned today. The first thing his Servant had done was demand to be taken to an archive where he stole the books then he began dismissing the whole Grail War, and now he had to see someone get ripped apart in an instant. What was going on today?
"Hmm…Berserker, probably." Rider deduced.
"Of course it's Berserker baka, what other class could it be?" Waver called out as he emptied his stomach.
"Many other classes could have done that with ease." Rider continued, "But that one shows signs of madness as he killed. Rather than just cutting off the man's head, he ripped him in half." Rider frowned, "Yet…he looked like he was protecting someone. His Master?" Rider's voice drifted off as he considered what he had just seen. It had been his plan to invite all other Servants to join him in his world conquest, but that one…he highly doubted that one would want to join. Still…as the King of Conquerors, he had to make an effort. "Oi, Master, let's go after him."
"Go after him?" Waver eeped. "Baka, he's long gone, how do you intend to track him?"
"hmmm, that's true. He took off rather quickly, still…he probably left a trail to follow." Rider said
'No," Waver said as he collect himself, "We need to get back home first. I'm exhausted, then we can hunt."
"Aaaaaah, I see. Yes, the troops need to rest and be fresh before the battle." Iskander said agreeing. "Yosh, after we rest and get familiar, we can begin. We know where he's going and can take it from there."
'Must hurry, must protect the light. The shadows want the light, want to take it, to snuff it out. Must save the light, keep it for self.' On and on the mad Servant dashed towards a place, he didn't know the place, couldn't remember it, but some instinct that preceded him told him the way.
On and on he dashed from rooftops and high poles he moved so that none of the shadows could get near the light. He came upon a place, it had a wall around it, nothing a Servant couldn't hop over with ease. He moved over the wall and felt a ripple of something pass over him, then it vanished. Ignoring the sensation, he moved past a shack into a furnished home. The place was dusty and probably hadn't been lived in for a while, but Berserker cared not.
It was safe; something inside him told the Servant that this was safe. None would come here, none would bother the Light. So, it was good. Kiri took his bundled up Light and placed the Light on a comforting thing (couch) and reached for the offering (Soup). He held out the offering reverently, but the Light did not respond except to cough and flicker. No, nononono, the Light should not flicker, the light should be steady and warm. Maybe, maybe the Light was too weak to accept the offering? Yes, something in him said that was right, so he took the offering and tried to feed it to Light. At first, it was a horrible failure; the lid was still on the Tupperware so, of course, nothing came out. However, Berserker's finger pierced the lid when he clamped down in frustration causing soup to leak out slowly.
With care given so reverently, one might mistake it as an act of a priest giving an offering to a god, he poured the offering to the Light that greedily ate the offering. The flickering stopped and the light was steady, but the cough remained, if not as strong or as often. For now, Kiri was satisfied. The Light was bright and warm and that was all that was needed. However, more offerings would be needed; more must be obtained for the Light.
More
Moremoremoremooooooore
Save Him Kiritsugu Save Him
The fluid is coming down so fast I might as well be climbing up a water fall. Wait…what's a waterfall? What is this? I can see an image of liquid falling off of rocks. Is that a waterfall? Makes sense. Have to climb, have to get away, the water is rising and if I falter, I'll drown.
Kiritsugu
Several times my hand slips a bit and I slide down. But I have to keep going. Climb or Drown, Climb or Drown.
Save him
How about you save me first? I'm drowning here.
Save Him Kiritsugu Save Him
Annoying voice; not helping at all.
Save Him
On and on I climb these chains with the weight dragging my feet. It's hard, so very hard to keep climbing, but I have to lest I drown.
Kiritsugu
Is there no end to this? Is there nothing above except more chains and an endless torrent of liquid?
I aM bOuNd bY aN oAtH.
What the…? What was that? That was different
The Road was long and the Choice was hard
and the sky was always cold and grey:
Okaaaaaay….what's going on? Why are two more voices calling out? I'd yell at them, but the fluid is coming down so fast all I'd do is drown in it
Kiritsugu Save Him
GuArD tHe hElPlEsS, aNd pRoTeCt tHe fAmIlY
The blood red moon was a frozen shard
in the dim twilight of day:
Shut Up Shut Up SHUT UUUUUUUP
The Magus Killer winced as he felt the bounded field of his old home break. Something had gone to his old residence in Fuyuki and broke through the simple bounded field. Honestly, there had been no form of defense other than a simple field that triggered an alarm of chimes and a burning sensation in the back of Kiritsugu's head. The whole thing was so simple that no magi would have noticed the place unless they stood right by it. For someone to have broken in now…
Someone not only knew he was involved in the Grail war and had probably set up a trap if he ever went to investigate.
Well… it's not like he had planned on going to that old home. He had a hotel room booked with Maiyu and the Einzbern castle. Still, he would have to investigate what was done after the War…
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The boy dreamed of countless things.
Fire, death, ruin, pain, agony, dying men screaming for salvation, dying woman cajoling him to join them in fire, so many things that ripped at his mind
Minato Sahashi was always a fragile boy; his mind was easy to break. Uryuu Ryuunosuke had broken the boy when he killed the boy's grandparents in front of him. The boy's mind had broken and shut down, unable to accept any stimuli from the world. The chicken pox and the high fever added to the pain and mad the boy delirious. In his state, his mind was fragmented and for all purposes lost. To save itself, the boy's mind had erased everything to survive. Home, family, even his name was lost in the name of survival. Had this been a normal event, the boy would have to be committed to an asylum as his mind regressed to that of an infant.
But this was not normal.
A broken mind connected with a mad mind and found a perfect connection. And the dream cycle continued…
He dreamed, of a fire that killed hundreds, of a man smiling at the dying boy as something golden flashed in front of him. A dream, an ideal so impossible that it contradicted itself and would lead only to pain. More and more images and pieces of another life flowed into the broken mind which drank up the information like a sponge.
More and more of Sahashi Minato was erased as another entity was being born. A being known as Emiya Shirou
"Steel is…my body, and…Fire is…my Blood"
