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Hospital time for Shiro...only this hospital was something he hadn't expected.
HERE WE GO!
Chapter 2 'Diavolo'
The steady sound of humming machinery, the constant beeping of the computers, the smell of medicine and antibiotics.
That was the unpleasant environment Shiro woke up to find himself in. His nose crinkled in irritation as he tried to focus on his tangled thoughts. 'Why am I in the hospital?', he wondered in his sleepy mind.
Inferno, pain, death. The visions tore through his mind with the force of a freight train as he gasped out in fear, a hand clutching his chest. 'Why? How? Who am I!?', he frantically thought.
Shiro remembered a man who cried for him, and a superior being who revived him with blood. 'Blood, I need blood. I feel so weak.', he realized with a tremor. He looked around his secluded room for something he could consume.
His bed was positioned by the wall…aside from that, nothing. Yes, wherever he looked, only mechanic walls stared back at him. There wasn't even a window, only futuristic machines embedded in the walls themselves, whirring and clicking as if to scan on his vitals.
The machines themselves were more than enough to pique his interest, but only for a few minutes. He couldn't touch the machines inside the half-transparent walls, neither could he gain any physical contact except with his bed.
Minutes turned into hours as he lay back on the bed. With nothing else to do, he spent his time staring at the faint lights which decorated the ceiling. Shiro tried to remember what happened before the terrible incident, the hellish fire that burnt down everything he knew.
Shiro tried to recall his family's faces, their names, what he liked or disliked, only for his thoughts to hit a brick wall. No matter how hard he tried, the wall just wouldn't budge.
Walls, walls, everywhere. He felt something build up in the depths of his stomach, something fierce, something primal.
Anger. Fury. Frustration. Frenzy. Ire. Rage.
All of those pent-up emotions churned and bubbled in his stomach with the intensity of a volcano. They reached his chest, slamming against his ribcage, demanding for their right to be set free.
His heart pace started to pick up as veins bulged from his pale skin. Steam rose from his body. A low hiss escaped his throat. He felt his hair being swept back his forehead as some kind of 'force' rampaged through his veins, setting them on fire.
Alarms started to scream from the machines embedded in the wall. Shiro scowled. He will shut them up, once and for all.
'Yes, we shall let none stand in our way.', a deep, hallowing voice echoed within his mind. 'Let the blood guide you. You are the King.'
Shiro didn't know why a different voice spoke up in his mind. What he did know, was that this voice was his soul, his other half.
Shiro glared at the indestructible-looking walls, a carnal snarl on his lips.
"You shall not contain me."
Crimson aura coated his limbs. With his fist clenched tight, he pulled back his arm. A coiled python, ready to pounce.
"You shall not control me."
Shiro's fist struck the wall with a resounding boom. His crimson aura clashed against the energy field the machines seemed to have produced in self-defense. 'Weak. So utterly weak.', he thought.
"You shall not stand above me."
Crimson aura clashed against light blue, again and again. The entire room groaned and shook wildly, as if unable to contain the impact of such immense force. A crack ran through the blue shield. Shiro smiled.
"Bow."
The shield dented, blue lightning sizzling from the flickering panels in the machinery.
"Kneel."
The shield started to crumple with every single hit. The crimson aura on Shiro's fist hungrily devoured the blue lightning, conquering it with overpowering force.
"Crumble."
With one last earthshaking smash, a deafening boom, and a blinding explosion of arcane energy, the wall crumbled. Rubble rained down from the ceiling and heavy smoke gushed outwards, into the space outside.
Shiro stepped out from the massive hole he had created. He stood in a long, oval corridor, the lights above flickering on and off. There were several symbols etched on each side of the path, and underneath it read: 'Yggdmillennia' in bold letters.
Shiro squinted his eyes at the foreign name. 'Sounds like some name the Nazis would use', he said to himself. 'Can't deny it has a nice ring to it though.'
Shiro walked onwards, shaking his head at the completely white hallway. The white color was so suffocating, he felt a headache building up in his skull. To his relief, there was a metal gate at the end of the hallway, the one you see at air-tight portals in space stations.
"This place might as well be a space station.", Shiro muttered as he inspected the keypad beside the gate.
The nerve-grating screeches of the alarms blasted his eardrums and yanked him out of his thoughts.
"Emergency protocol initiating! All levels above 7 shall be quarantined.", an announcement stated.
"All combatants of Unit YoRHa, assemble at Gate Level 7 and engage subject D."
A nasty red siren soon followed as the gate slowly began to slide open. From the cracks, he could see an army of ominous-looking people pointing their weapons towards him.
"Why do I get the feeling this 'subject D' has the name 'Shiro' stamped on it?", Shiro asked sarcastically.
"For the Glory of House Yggdmillennia!", the 'combatants' chanted as one.
Shiro noticed how the men and women were clad in black leather from head to toe, completed with a black blindfold wrapped around their faces.
"Is this some assembly of BDSM freaks?", he muttered.
'They look artificial. Androids? Cyborgs? Homunculus? Or maybe the hybrid of all three?', pondered the deep voice in his head.
'They do not fear death, neither do they have any hesitation.', the voice continued to observe as Shiro weaved and ducked through their attacks.
His fist plunged through the chest of one man, ripping out his heart and spraying the blood upon the face of others. Several of them stepped back, while others filled in to increase their waves of assault.
'Nonetheless, they do seem to have emotions, no matter how insignificant.', the voice mused.
'Make them remember.', the voice whispered in Shiro's mind. 'Make them understand 'fear'. For it is from fear, that 'life' shall plant its roots.'
In one mighty stomp, Shiro blasted the army of 'YoRHa' away with a crimson shockwave. Shiro inhaled, puffing air into his lungs, compressing them beyond the human limit. The air pressure seemed to drop from the sheer amount Shiro sucked in, as several YoRHa units collapsed.
Then, Shiro roared.
The roar was unlike anything the hybrid soldiers had ever heard in their short life. It was voiceless yet oppressing beyond belief, the incomprehensible sense of dread, the mind-numbing cry of Chaos itself.
The soldiers curled up into a ball, terrified of the unfathomable horror they were forced to comprehend. Some of them started kneeling before Shiro, their weapons cast aside. The speakers implanted within the walls exploded, casting bright sparks over the huddled hybrids.
Shiro panted in exhaustion as he examined his handiwork. He didn't think about how or what he should've done. The boiling blood pumping within his veins guided him, lecturing him on how to rule.
And rule he did. Before his eyes, the hybrids knelt on the ground, defeated. They seemed to be too afraid to even look up, their entire bodies quivering like a newborn horse in the snow.
"Join me."
The words left his lips before he knew it.
"I shall grant you longevity. I shall make you human. I shall give you purpose."
Shiro opened his arms in a welcoming gesture, his hands reaching out towards them. On his lips, there danced a wide smile filled with promise and confidence, charisma and hope.
He didn't notice how the YoRHa soldiers seemed to grow increasingly transfixed by his voice, neither did he notice how they pulled off their blindfolds to gaze into his eyes.
Little did he know how his eyes were burning in a brilliant shade of gold, neither did he realize that his pupils were now slit like a cat's, glowing in the dark like a beacon of hope.
"Join me.", Shiro repeated.
The YoRHa nodded as one
For the YoRHa soldiers, Shiro was an existence like no other, a god upon earth. The YoRHa was a hybrid of science and magic, soldiers made to kill in the most efficient way. Hence, they were forbidden to have emotions, even if their brains were capable of it.
Unit YoRHa was the combination of secret magic between the Einzberns and the Yggdmillennia family, making them valuable assets to both families. It wouldn't be too far to say that they consist of the main force of both families.
Therefore, both families made sure to keep the hybrids under complete control, brainwashing them every day and updating different keycodes of the chips implanted in their brains. If things came to worst, the chips would sense the rebellion of the soldiers and destroy their brains from within.
However, Shiro's existence was an absolute irregular, a virus they failed to contain. The dead apostle with the direct bloodline of the Type-Moon, the ultimate lifeform, and archnemesis of ALAYA.
Shiro overrode every system, every safety-lock the two major families had created, and enchanted their best creations, taking control over their combined masterpiece.
That was why the YoRHa worshipped Shiro, the one who returned their humanity, the one who unshackled their fate. Alas, the Einzberns and Yggdmillennia didn't take it well.
Their response was quick: Retaliation with suicidal bombs. With a click unheard by Shiro or the YoRHa, the bomb started to tick.
"Rise, my friends.", Shiro said.
"So, to put the problem simple and clear: there is a bomb inside your brains, and you will die if you pluck them out. Am I correct?"
The woman kneeling in front of him- A2 was her name, nodded respectfully.
"Before you, we have Unit team E, I, N, and R. There are a lot of different models among our teams, but we all have the self-destruct chip implanted within.", she said in a cool voice.
Shiro nodded, his arms folded. He shrugged after a few seconds, as if he had found the perfect solution.
"Are you willing to serve under me for eternity? I hereby swear that I shall not bind your humanity, nor will I trample upon your free will."
His gaze swept through the hybrids, a soft smile on his face.
"If you do, I'll free you from this curse you bear."
The YoRHa unit bowed as one, their faces filled with belief as they spoke simultaneously.
"Our destiny is yours, my lord."
Shiro blinked, taken aback by their strong trust. He scratched his head in an almost embarrassed way, his eyes darting back and forth.
"Th, thank you. Err, if you would kindly line up in front of me…? Don't worry, this will only take a little prick."
Kiritsugu Emiya grunted in excruciating agony as he swallowed another pain-killer. His eyes were set on the castle not so far away, the castle where now held his 'to-be-adopted' son as some lab rat.
Kiritsugu snarled. On his body, there were countless traces of battle, some old, some new. This time, it was the new ones that hurt like hell.
The Einzberns and Yggdmillennia had somehow found out about the existence of Zelretch's 'blood-inheritor', and decided to snatch him away to recreate the power of Type-Moon.
Those idiotic fools! Those mad morons! Did they seriously think it was possible to harness the blood of Type-Moon!? That blood was something that has to be passed down directly, similar to how the Crimson Moon gave his power to Zelretch after he was defeated.
A gigantic explosion caught his eye. He quickly focused his sniper rifle in the direction, only to drop it in shock.
"WHAT. IN. HELL."
"That went better than I expected.", Shiro laughed.
"I bet your masters would be so proud to find all of you overcome your destinies!", he joked.
"Former master, my lord.", A2 replied from his left. B2-one of the other leaders, nodded in agreement on his right.
"Sorry.", Shiro said with a sheepish grin.
Blood coated their weapons as they strolled to their freedom, walking leisurely through the main gate like a group of esteemed guests on their way home.
"Now, now. It is time for us to find our most pleasant host. So shy of him, to leave before I could even express my thanks.", Shiro darkly chuckled.
He abruptly stopped in his tracks; his eyes focused on the mountains. Shiro waved.
"My lord…? Is that-", one of the best trackers of the team-9S was his name, asked Shiro cautiously.
"No! It's my…friend? At least I can tell he isn't my enemy. Can you hack into his transmission devices?", Shiro asked 9S.
9S bowed, a smug grin on his face.
"But of course!"
Kiritsugu wasn't surprised when his transmitter suddenly crackled and came to life. His poor heart was more than enough horrified when he found Shiro leading a platoon of dead apostles like a horde of overgrown puppies.
The sheer heart attack he experienced was more than enough to make him immune to surprises.
Having been long enough in this magus career, he could tell an apostle apart from a human. The clone-like soldiers weren't exactly being subtle about it, after all.
"This is 9S. I'm going to connect this line to my lord.", a young voice spoke.
After a few seconds, the voice changed. Still young, but brimming with power and charisma.
"Hello, Mr. My name is Shiro, and that is all I actually remember about myself. May I have your name?"
Kiritsugu licked his lips. He cleared his throbbing throat and answered.
"Hello, Shiro. First of all, I'm sorry I was incapable of stopping them. As for my name, I'm Kiritsugu Emiya."
Even though he wasn't looking through his sniper scope, he somehow felt Shiro nodding.
"Wonderful. Mr. Emiya-"
"Please call me Kiritsugu.", he cut in. He was afraid that he might've offended Shiro in some way, though his worries were unnecessary.
"-Ok then. Kiritsugu, can I ask you a favor?", Shiro replied in an amused tone. Kiritsugu heaved a small sigh of relief.
"Anything!", Kiritsugu replied quickly.
"There is a small plane at nine O'clock, right beneath the clouds. On it, there is the main culprit who planned this entire farce. I would like you to…send my thanks to him, if you know what I mean."
"…I see. Thank you for relying on me. Sit back and relax. I'll make sure he gets your love."
Kiritsugu was about to lower his transmitter, before Shiro suddenly dropped one last bomb in his heart.
"What do you think Emiya Shiro sounds like?"
"WUT."
Drake Yggdmillennia was in his private jet, his foot raping against the metal floor. His hands were shaking uncontrollably in fear as he grasped the bottle of whiskey and smashed it onto the floor.
"What should I do!? Oh no, I'm done for!", he mumbled to himself in dismay.
"Not only did I lie to the Einzberns to persuade them to give me that monster, but I lost 4 units of the YoRHa! The main branch would kill me!"
The distressed man kept tugging at his hair, unaware of the fiery streak of light heading towards the window where he sat.
Down in the mountains below, Kiritsugu saluted the plane flying above.
"Sayonara Motherfucker."
He turned and left, leaving the used rocket launcher scattered in the tall grass. A clink, and a flick of his hand, he threw a black object behind him in a wide arc.
After a few seconds, there was a small explosion. In the place where the weapon once lay, there were only the scattered remains of molten metal.
Kiritsugu didn't look back once. He had a soon-to-be son waiting for him, after all.
A giant ball of flames lit up the horizon that night, as citizens looked up at the sky in awe.
In a dark corner of the castle where once held Shiro captive, a small stone glittered. If an expert magus had looked closely, they would have noticed that there was a rune of projection carved onto its smooth surface.
The stone glowed, and suddenly words appeared mid-air.
'Studies about Subject D, Code name: Diavolo'
If you get all the references, you are an honorary Japanese XD
The crimson aura is not a Stand if that's what you're wondering about. Oh, the title is there for a reason, lol.
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X-kalibuuuur, over and out!