A/N: Heyo! I'm back peeps! I apologize once again, but this chapter will be divided up into a few parts, but the next part will have Shirou and Godou at least meet, and I put a bit of a lemon in this chapter, as part of the apology. Also, over 600 favs...damn, you all must really like this fic, as this is my first one ever...I am seriously on a roll here, and I wanna see how many I can get before I finish this fic...Now then, time for a quick reviewer review:

1.) The whole reason why Shirou freaked out when he saw his reflection the next morning is NOT because he looks like Archer, he expected that to some degree, but what he did not expect was for it to happen after he woke up and his appearance changed overnight for no reason, and before you all flame my ass for that one, no, Shirou did not over use his tracing to cause the changes in my fic, the changes were the result of gaining True Magic. To my understanding, becoming a sorcerer causes the body to change to reflect and adapt to the magic. Shirou technically already achieved Sorcery after he became a Campione, he just did not consiously realize it, and his body was only gradually changing to match this. I hinted at this when he traced a chair and umbrella for Antonio, as well as the mentions he noticed some things off with the way his body was changing even after he became a Capione, if you all paid attention to it.

2.) No, Shirou will not be able to fully weild the first Five True Magics, only scaled down versions of them so to speak. For example, Shirou can use the Second Magic to go from place to place in the world he is in, use it to bring things or people from other worlds to his location, but he himself can not go out of his current one. There will, however, be a way for him to do so, but that is a spoiler for later, in the epilogue I have cooked up for the ending.

3.) The whole thing about Shirou being OP, let me reiterate my point: Shirou is NOT OP, at least not by Campione Standards. He is stronger than his peers in the sense he could probably fight two or three of his fellow Campione or god-level opponents at once, but if a fourth appears, he will be screwed. Not even Zelretch could fight that many powerful enemies at once in his prime and win, and he is a dead apostle ancestor and a bloody sorcerer for crying out loud...pun fully intended.

4.) Lastly for now, about the True Magics Shirou has: The First Magic, Denial of Nothingness, as answered by the reviewers, is essentially the sorcery form of Shirou's tracing. The Second Magic will allow him to teleport himself, others, or objects, but only to places he knows or has been in his current world, but not to any other worlds. He can bring stuff from them to his location, or send others there, he just can't go there himself. The Third Magic will allow him to fully resurrect the dead servants he calls forth with [Lord of the Dead], bringing them fully back among the living. The Fourth Magic, Truth Manifestation, will allow him to make any forgery he makes using his tracing the genuine article, as it makes concepts real, essentially a hyper-advanced form of Alteration, much like it was in the 'Hold the Heavens' fic. He can even use it in conjunction with his authorities, but there will be a massive prana cost to do so. And finally, the Fifth Magic, is essentially as described, a sorcery version of the Emiya Clan's Time Alter Magic Crest, but without the major drawbacks on his physical body, though he will have to pay a ludicrously obscene amount of prana just to do anything major, like reversing the damages caused, but he will not be able to time travel, only manipulate it to a certain extent, for example, locking time in place for a person or object for a certain duration, or even accelerating it. The Sixth Magic, Sword of Akasha, will be the only one Shirou will have any degree of full mastery over, but it will take him time to fully grasp its uses and consequences for its use without paying a significant price for doing so, as the last thing he wants to do is to erase anyone or anything important out of existence by accidently messing with the wrong thing when he does use it...or himself for that matter...*hint hint*

Now, onto the disclaimer, and make sure you all READ IT COMPLETELY before you make any comments to roast my ass:

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT own either 'Campione', 'FATE', or Type-MOON related topics, as they are the property of their resective publishers and creators. This is a fanfic created as an AU, as in an ALTERNATE UNIVERSE, based off of the fic 'God Slaying Blade Works' with elements from 'God Slaying Hero-King', 'Hold the Heavens', 'A Change in Fate', and 'A different Path', with an emphasis on 'WHAT IF', the 'Harem Route' ending from Nua Realta, a meshing of lore from both canon, and my own original ideas thrown in every now and then. I am not an expert on anything Type-MOON or Campione, so if there are discrepencies, chalk it up to being an AU fic created in a manner with partial knowledge of both canon lore. This is a FANFIC of a FANFIC, meaning a FAN-MADE FICTION of a FAN-MADE FICTION, and an UNPAID, FREE FANFIC, meaning I am doing this for free, so if you paid just to read this, you got ripped off. If you do not like this story, then you do not have to read it. Nobody is making you, so stop bitching to all of us in the review section and just don't read it. Save us all the trouble of having to deal with that bullshit...and now...

Story Start

God Slaying Blade Works: The King of Wrought Iron

Ninth Blade: Painful Memories, Historic Meetings, and Surprise Reunions Part I

Fuyuki City, Emiya Residence

Bazett P.O.V.

I was sitting in the living room, wearing my casual clothes, just a pair of workout shorts, a tank-top, and a pair of socks, staring off into space from how deep in thought I was, yet was incapable of directing my mind to one thing to think about, my thoughts running all over the place.

I could not really stand the thought of continuing my duties like this. I just could not focus...not without my fellow red-head here. Fuyuki really is not the same without Shirou. True, he and I should have by all rights been enemies, but he was just somebody you just could not bring yourself to hate, for some reason…

"..you're thinking about what that bloodsucker said, aren't you, McFragga..."

...I turned to the very person next to me, she was just as listless as I was…

"...you are thinking the exact same thing too, Caren. Frankly, as crazy as it may sound, I am inclined to take the offer he made us..."

...the sister next to me just turned, completely shocked by my words, her face a perfect mask of complete and utter disbelief. She was in a casual light yellow sundress, a simple, yet elegant tunic, her white hair hanging in a curtain around her back, down to her hips, and responded back to my rather insane statement…

"...did you really just say that...I think your skull may have been cracked worse than I thought when you hit your head on your last enforcer assignment..." before she then began a small prayer…"Oh God, may you show Your mercy upon this poor lost sheep, and guide her back to proper mental health from the madness she has seemingly been afflicted. Amen."

I just turned back at her, irritation clear on my face and shot right back, "Oh, yeah, and you aren't doing some rather questionable acts with whats left of Shirou's things that are most definitely NOT things a sister of the cloth should ever be doing."

She just glared at me, with embarrassed indignation clear on her face...we both knew just what the hell she was doing with the young Emiya's old cloths...and they were not being cleaned by her, either…

"...I understand what your saying, McFragga, but still...I don't think we should just trust what he told us...he's known as a trolling old bastard for a reason...just what would he get out of it..."

"How about the fact that this is my way of repaying a favor I owe and repaying a debt?"

...we both turned straight towards the very bloodsucker being spoken of, and could not help but wonder…

"...how long have you been there..."

"..."

"..."

"...since the whole 'thinking about that bloodsucker' comment, Miss Hortensia...or should that change to Misses Emiya, after you agree to the offer I made, and we all know you will?"

….

….

...okay, yeah, I knew the guy was a trolling old bastard, but this...at least he had the decency to look embarrassed to have overheard that particular comment...Caren just goes wide-eyed for a moment at the realization that the apostle sorcerer heard about her rather…private...actions when it comes to Emiya's personal belongings, before she schooled her features enough to answer...

"...fine, we accept your offer, but on one condition..."

"Name it."

"...we want your word, on your very name, that you will tell us the whole story, later, when you take us to where Shirou is, and a full explanation of how what you told us was possible to even start with…also, do not speak a word of what you just heard us say to anyone, or else you are going to wish you hadn't by the time I get through with you." Caren stated, while making a very clear threat of what she will do to the Wizard Marshal if and when he decides to reveal just what he overheard before making his presence known...

"Done and done. Here, sign this." the old man of the jewels handed us a self-geas, already signed with his name, and listing out the very conditions we already asked of him, and more...this agreement is…

"...you truly are dead serious about this, aren't you..." Caren could not help but to gawk at the seemingly one-sided terms completely in our favor...and I am not doing much better than her, either, considering just what the in the [Root] the dead apostle sorcerer is agreeing to...

"Well, of course I am. After all, that boy is the key to saving a lot more than just EMIYA, he is the key to salvation for countless lives throughout the multiverse, and that bitch, [Alaya], just had to get her hands on him...she had no right to do what she did, and only gained her power from taking his in such a blatant betrayal of an agreement she made, had agreed to, and broken her end of the bargain..." the old Apostle Sorcerer actually looked pissed at the thought...I turned to look at Caren, she turned to look at me, we both nodded in agreement, and signed the geas scroll.

"...give us a few days to get our affairs in order, then we will go with you, Zelretch."

"Fine by me, it will make it easier for me to explain to the kid when you all get there anyway. Save me the trouble of having to explain it twice. Later, I will come back to get you two in about three days."...and he disappeared just as fast, straight to wherever he needed to be, in order to prepare for our departure…

"Let's go Caren, we have some notices to send. I don't think my bosses will mind, but my family, on the other hand, will likely be even less pleased than my decision to stay in Fuyuki..."

...I am REALLY not looking forward to sending that notice...good thing I won't have to take it to them in person...the McFragga clan would flat-out kill me if they knew what I was doing...

"You think you have it bad, McFragga, I am pretty sure the Church will be thrilled to have me leave. They never really liked me to begin with, so for me to leave it in such a manner...suffice to say, they won't be able to willingly getting me out the door fast enough, with how they would most likely fight over who would get the honors of sending me off..."

...as they were preparing their notices of resignation, and letters to their kin and clans respectively, Caren Hortensia and Bazett McFragga McRemitz starting to gather their things, and began to gather a few of Shirou's things, too, as they know he would like to have them with him, and they may just need them, considering just what they suspected about the red-headed faker that Zelretch had hinted to them…

...and they were very much looking forward to 'catching up' with the red-headed faker when they finally got some 'alone time' with the young man of their affections...

Scene Change-Emiya Mansion

Reki P.O.V.

"WHAT IN THE FUCKING HELL?! BY THE MOTHER OF [AKASHA], [ALAYA], [GAIA], AND ALL THINGS IN BETWEEN! WHAT IN THE BLUE'S TITS HAPPENED TO ME?!"

I immediately reacted to the shouts of my king, and rushed straight to where I heard his screams, and started to ask…"My King what is...what the hell..."

...only for my pale hazel-blue eyes to widen in absolute shock and were locked onto a sight I had not seen since about a year before I died...my King's appearance...but this should be impossible, he died, so how…

"...seriously, Renji, if this is another one of your ideas of a prank, I am not laughing..."

...Renji was not any better than me, as he looked at our king in as much shock as I was, his yellowish eyes wide in complete disbelief at what we were looking at, his mouth a comical imitation of a goldfish with the way it was gaping…

"WHY IN THE FUCKING ROOT-DAMNED HELL DO YOU HAVE THE POWER TO USE ALL FIVE OF THE TRUE MAGICS AND NOW A NEW SIXTH ONE?!"

...Renji and I just stared at our king, in complete shocked disbelief, he really WAS him, but how that was possible, I sure as hell did not know...but I came to a decision, however as I was about to reveal what I wanted to say...

"...well, this sure is a lively morning, eh, kiddos?"

...a mysterious old man in an older-style suit, with black hair, blood red eyes, and a bizarre cane-sword in the form of a series of fused-together jewels suddenly appeared out of nowhere...I suddenly drew both of my pistols on the intruder…

"Who are you, and how did you get past the defenses here."

...I demanded of this unknown and dangerous feeling man...the sensation he gave of, was DISTURBING...as I was about to pull the trigger, however...

"Wait, Reki, stop! This guy's not an enemy, so long as you don't attack him!"

Shirou P.O.V.

I was trying to calm down the girls, specifically Rin, as she was literally about to strangle me in her desire to kill me for somehow reaching Akasha without even trying…

"...well, this sure is a lively morning, eh, kiddos?"

...only for us all to stop dead in our tracks, as there was a voice and a mystic presence we all knew, yet also did our damnedest to avoid at all costs and minimize any contact we did have...I for one knew him instantly from a few of Archer's memories…

"Who are you, and how did you get past the defenses here."

...only to start panicking when Reki brazenly pulled his pistols out on the old man we did not desire to nor did we wish to fight, period...as he was starting to prepare to fire them...

"Wait, Reki, stop! This guy's not an enemy, so long as you don't attack him!"

...I frantically tried to get Reki to back off...I knew what the 4th Dead Apostle ancestor did whenever he was truly pissed whenever somebody either attacked him unprovoked for no apparent reason or tried to encroach on his domain of the Second Magic...Reki, for his part, just raised a brow, while the old man he pointed his pistols at just smiled in amusement…

"...Master Zelretch..." gasped Rin, both in fear of his reputation, and reverence of his power as a sorcerer, as well as her ancestor's old master, her bright blue eyes widened in surprise…

"...the Old Man of the Jewels..." whispered Illya, in shocked awe at seeing him, the one who mentored her family and assisted them with the creation of the basic requirements for how to perform the Heaven's Feel ritual...she honestly felt amazed he would even deign to show his powerful presence before her, as she was technically a deserter of the Einzburn family…

"...the Wizard Marshal..." Sakura simply stared, as if she was in complete disbelief at the sight of meeting the man, after all, she only heard of him in passing from her 'grandfather', though she knew he was not somebody to trifle with...her 'grandfather' may have been ridiculously powerful, but the man before her was a true vampire, unlike Zouken…

"...why is he here, though..." Rider could not help but wonder aloud, asking the very question everybody had on their minds...and frankly a very good one...

...Kischur Zelretch Zweinorg...the Wizard Marshal...the Sorcerer of the Second Magic...Master of the Kaleidoscope...and the 4th Dead Apostle Ancestor...and he was here in my home...with a pair of magically enchanted guns capable of harming gods pointed straight at his face...by another undead...the Old Man of the Jewels' reaction was something we did not expect...

"Bwahahahahahahahah….oh, the irony….to have a reincarnated soul pointing his pistols at me...a Dead Apostle Ancestor, of all things...hahahahahahahah"

...he was laughing his trolling, old, vampiric ass off...much to Reki's credit, he only raised a single brow in confusion…

"...my King, why does this guy find me pointing my witch-gun in his face so funny?"

"Probably because I know it wouldn't kill me even if you did pull the trigger on the little peashooter ya got there and blew my head off."

...Zelretch just grinned as he responded, as Reki gave a rather irritated look as he glared at the old man before him…

"...easy, Reki...Zelretch is NOT an enemy to us...or at the very least, he isn't inherently evil, just a sadistic prankster..."

"...wait-a-minute, this guys a prankster?" Renji suddenly smiled in a manner which caused a chill of pure dread to run down my spine…

"DON'T YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT IT YASUTARO RENJI!" I absolutely forced the order upon him, this was the one and only time I would ever order anybody with my authority, while he and Reki looked at me absolutely in shock I would order them in such a manner...but both seemed to understand why the instant they noticed the haunted looks on my and the girls faces from the horror stories we had heard of his antics...and a few from Archer's first-hand memories I had integrated for me...the last thing we needed was a sadistic prankster like Zelretch with Renji's insane pranking abilities working in collaboration of one another...none of us would leave with our sanity intact from such a damned apocalyptic scenario...quickly changing the subject, I turn my attention back to the dead apostle sorcerer...

"...anyway, why are you here, Zelretch...just what reason did you have to come here for? And please, for [Root]'s sake, don't say it was for us...we all know you wouldn't do something like that unless it amused you in some manner..."

"That's just what we wanted to know ourselves, Shirou."

"Indeed, this old bloodsucker is never one to do anything if it doesn't amuse him in some way. After all, how to get the old bloodsucker to do anything is a mystery that has never once been solved."

All eyes in the room suddenly turned to a pair of women who appeared from the hallway behind Zelretch, and I smiled at the familiar faces of a certain redheaded Irishwoman and white-haired foreign beauty I knew all to well..."Bazett! Caren!" I smiled at the two, and hugged them both, which they happily reciprocated. I was very glad to see them, and could not believe Zelretch actually brought them both here...which brings me back to my original question…

"As much as I would like to catch up, there is still the question I asked you earlier Zelretch...WHY are you doing all of this...just what do you get out of it?"

Zelretch just turned to me, his smile widened even further, revealing a rather fanged smile within his maw, and said something we did not expect…

"Why, of course I came here for you, Shirou. After all, within the entirety of the multiverse, you are by far my favorite source of amusement out of every Emiya Shirou, and the one and only Emiya Shirou who could possibly save EMIYA from the fate of a Counter-Guardian. After all, you are THE original Emiya Shirou, from which every other Emiya Shirou in the multiverse are mere fragments of, and the one who gave every sorcerer in the multiverse access to [Akasha] to gain our sorcery in the first place."

...and caused all our eyes to bug out in complete and utter shock at the complete bombshell he just dropped...we all could only shout one thing in response to this…

"WHAT THE FUCKING HELL DID YOU JUST SAY?!"

Some time later...

"...okay...so, let me get this straight...you're saying that I am THE original Emiya Shirou, from which all Emiya Shirou's derive, even EMIYA, my twisted potential future-self, from the entirety of the multiverse..."..to which Zelretch just nods…"...and the sole reason why I am capable of all the True Magics is because I am the one who acts as [Akasha]'s guardian, and it's gatekeeper, preventing any who are unworthy or undeserving from reaching it for any selfish or greed-driven reason, thus allowing me some limited usage of the first Five Magics, as a consequence of being the wielder of the Sixth Magic..."

"...that's right..." the vampiric old troll just nods along, smiling smugly the whole damn time…

"...and I lost most of my power in the Kyoto Disaster when [Angra Manyu] attempted to gain a new life and body when he attacked me there, only to wind up in [Akasha] and taking a good chunk of my power away, when I was forced to banish him out of this world's plane of existence, and fragmented my being, scattering the parts throughout the multiverse, each appearing in some iteration of the Fuyuki Fire throughout the multiverse, which have begun to gather back together into one thanks to Archer's existence...with the only reason why I now have the True Magics once again is that my authorities I have taken are simply a means to regain my powers which were lost, and that I was originally only a native to this world...and every version of me in the multiverse is actually one of my scattered fragments...am I getting everything right so far..."

"Yep, spot on." the trolling old bastard just continued to smugly smile at me…

"...and [Alaya] made the offer of a pact with her to me when I fought [All the World's Evils] during the aftermath of the disaster he and I caused in this world because..." I drawled, to which the smug grin he had was immediately replaced with a murderous scowl filled with barely-contained rage...

"...because the damn bitch tricked your 'whole' self into making an agreement with her, offering to help you get rid of the bastard and save someone very dear to you in this world, only to back-stab you, by taking control of your soul throughout the multiverse, enslaving fragments of your original existence, and taking a good chunk of your power for her own selfish goals...the damn bitch actually knew that by taking you, she could get the power to gain access to the root, and usurp your power as it's rightful overseer...in fact, she even made it a point to keep EMIYA around as the gatekeeper to [Akasha], if for no other reason than to add an insult to your very existence...and to complete the perversion of the agreement she made with you..."

...we were all shocked by this revelation, yet Reki and Renji looked as though they had an idea...no, like they KNEW he was speaking the truth, but even so...just what the hell is their story, anyway...

Reki P.O.V.

I was watching my King interact with his friends, and I was rather shocked by what this 'Zelretch' revealed...but even so, I could not help but recall what I knew about the boy whom I once knew, and would later call my King...

Flashback

Kyoto, Japan-1995

...my family, the Kurogane, have a deep history in the mystic community, as arcane smiths who specialized in the creation of magical tools and weapons. If it was enchant-able, we could forge it, and produce some top-notch tools utilized by some of the best mages associations throughout the world...

...but in recent years, we had fallen on hard times, our once prestigious family of arcane smiths who were said to be without peer throughout the world had slowly been dying out, as our members had begun to meet misfortune after misfortune...I was the only left to carry on the Kurogane family craft…

...until Ayamatsu was born, with our mother dead from the ordeal...

...I had just watched as little Aya had begun to cry her eyes out, having only just been born, yearning for our now dead mother's warmth. She had died of complications due to childbirth, but even so, was determined to give birth to my sister…our father was killed in an accident caused while attempting to forge a magic tool for a client just months prior, and now we were on our own...the client in question was none other than Sir Paolo Blandelli, who was the current Diavollo Rosso at the time, and he took care to help us out in any manner he reasonably could, as a means of trying to apologize for what he felt was his fault, and would later become a close contact and good friends with me...

"...don't cry, Aya...everything will be okay...everything will be alright..."

...my attempts to comfort her had a visible effect, as she began to calm down, as though she could sense she was safe with me...I could not help but to fear for her future, and what may lie down the road for her...

...I swore to do all in my power to protect her, and ensure her a prosperous future...and later, came to do the same for every one else I had encountered with nowhere to go or no one to turn to for help...taking in the misfits and outcasts of the mystic community, and giving them some semblance of a home and a family…one of which was none other than Yasutaro Renji, the bastard child of a corporate conglomerate's CEO and a witch, who would later become my best friend, and was revealed that he had a prodigious talent for numerology and accounting, gaining a large number of connections in both the mundane and the mystic communities, specifically within the criminal underworld of the mundane side of the world…

...with his invaluable help, we were able to build our little band of misfits into something semi-respectful and noteworthy...though we still needed something to help solidify our budding organization, something to help us make something of ourselves, yet still show we were not quite the same as everybody else, but not the useless outcasts the rest of the mystic community labeled us as...

Scene Change

Four years later-Japan 1999

...when Aya was three, she encountered a certain boy her own age, one who had a two-tone red and white hair, and hetero-chromatic eyes, one molten-golden amber, the other silvery-steel gray, and slightly tanned skin tone. The two became rather close friends…yet the feel of this young boy was unmistakable...

...I knew instantly just whose ancient lineage this boy was descended from, and I went and asked these two for their blessings, to gain the power I needed in order to ensure what I wished to achieve...I had taken the misfits who were without anywhere else to belong, and turned them into a semi-respectable small mages association, one who uses firearms and modern weaponry to compensate for lack of any traditional talent in the mystical arts, yet could excel if given the opportunity, but we needed something that would help us further what we needed, and these particular two legendary craftsmen could do just that…

...they asked me a series of simple questions, yet the hidden tests within it was something that was almost not even noticeable, but I knew even if I tried to lie, there would be no point...you cannot lie to a god, especially two gods who specialized in the same profession my own family prided itself on, before our fall, so I answered them perfectly honestly...and they accepted my answers and my request to teach me...

...after one year of their tutelage, I completed their tests and trials, and I attained their blessings. I began to practice what they taught me, and mastered the techniques I had learned, and proceeded to do the same afterwards to my fellows, guiding and teaching what I had mastered to them, so they too could pass the knowledge on to worthy successors…it was during this time that our group came up with a name and received our first assignment that would later solidify our reputation, and our name as a semi-respectable knight order among the mages associations throughout the world...

...it was supposed to be a simple bodyguard assignment, but one that would later result in me meeting and dating the first and only woman I had ever loved, and a new addition to the Kurogane family which I never got to meet…

...since most of my fellow 'Dragoons' were not quite ready for field work yet, I opted to take the assignment myself, and the client was rather insulted I was the only one who came, but became rather impressed when I had fought my way through the would-be assassins I was hired to stop...it wasn't even a fair fight…

...for them, anyway…

...the ones who fought me had brought all their weapons: machine guns, sniper rifles, explosives, one even had a damned rocket launcher, and yet they never got a single shot off on me...I beat them without even needing to draw my own damn gun...guerrilla warfare is a very frightening thing to face, especially when used in conjunction with psychological warfare...they never even hit me once, but they sure did a lot of friendly fire among themselves…

…afterwards, the client was very pleased with how I did and impressed beyond compare, and I learned the VIP I was hired to protect was actually the only daughter of a very prestigious corporate CEO who provided military-grade hardware as a private military contractor, one who was having a lot of enemies from the past trying to take his company for themselves, by going through his daughter...the man had a lot of enemies, being ex-military, but he was an honorable one, and made a deal to get me and my group some more supplies on a discount, as a thank you for our work and as a future sponsor…

...his daughter Rossweiss, however, caught my attention, as she could very well be described as the epitome of a foreign beauty...she had silvery platinum blonde hair, pale blue eyes, and a figure that could drive lesser men to their knees in their lust-fueled imaginations...yet, her kind and compassionate nature seemed almost angelic...and I also noticed she had talent in witchcraft, something she told me she was taught by her mother, but that her father was mostly unaware of…and that she was descended from a divine ancestor, and asked me not to tell her father...

…I decided to honor her wishes, and not tell her father of this secret of hers. After all, it was her mother's request to not let her father know, and I would honor it. As one who also knew of the supernatural, the more mundane masses were not to learn of it's existence, lest they be caught up in something more dangerous than they could handle...though as a consequence of our encounter, she and I wound up later dating, something her father was a bit peeved at, but accepted our relationship nonetheless, as I had proven myself an honorable man…

Scene Change

Kyoto Disaster-Kyoto, Japan, 2001

...while I was going about my business as the leader of the Dragoons, a heretic god suddenly manifested in Kyoto, specifically, Fuyuki City, right where my sister and the boy she called her friend were living in…

Fearing for their safety, I made an emergency dispatch to every available Dragoon to immediately head for the disaster area and to find and rescue everyone they could find, and to locate Aya, and get her out of there…

...only to find the heretic god in question was being banished from this plane of existence, and the boy she had grown close to over the years, had turned his body into swords, and was breaking apart, sacrificing himself in order to save everyone he could, with a bizarre fallen goddess apparently smiling maliciously as he disappeared into the void he created, his body fragmenting and breaking apart, with this bizarre goddess I noticed vanishing along with the boy and the heretic god into oblivion…

...Aya survived, but her heart had been broken by the loss, as it was clear to me she had fallen in love, the boy had apparently been what she saw as her soulmate...I could not help but feel my own heart ache at the sight, as my own little sister, who I had wanted to provide a prosperous future for, had thrown herself into her magical studies, trying to become strong enough to never lose any body again…

...while we were doing the clean up, a representative of the Bronze-Black Cross, a man by the name of Giovanni Leonardo Archemedemount, had approached me about possibly giving the Dragoons some genuine knight training, as a means of giving us some combat training, or at the very least give us a means to survive long enough for any reinforcements to arrive at our locations…

...I could not help but to find his offer oddly suspicious, so I told him to give me some time to think about it. I then contacted Sir Paolo, and asked him and Renji, along with Senior Great Knight Kranjar of the Bronze-Black Cross what they thought about it, and what they knew and could learn about the man in question…

...when I found out he was a crooked bastard who was too smart to get caught committing his crimes, I decided to try to investigate him while pretending to accept his offer unquestionably. The Dragoons became an unofficial liaison to the Bronze-Black Cross, and served as an additional support to their numbers, yet remained a separate organization from their own. Giovanni even seemed to spread false rumors about me, about being a 'heretic' when I used such 'blasphemous' weaponry, yet I knew he was trying to steal the secrets of the Dragoons very arsenal he had proclaimed heretical...the thieving hypocrite…he would never learn the secrets of forging them even if he were to gain access to them...

...he had found out he was being investigated somehow, but only a handful of people even knew it was us. The Dragoons only had me and Renji, the Copper-Black Cross only had Sir Paolo, and the Bronze-Black Cross only had Sir Kranjar and two of his closest subordinates who even knew of the investigation...we had a mole somewhere, but I knew for a fact that it was not any of my people, they would have sooner died than sold out those who treated them better then their own families did...Sir Paolo didn't even trust this investigation with any of his subordinates, he made damn sure he was the only member of the Copper-Black Cross who did know... while Sir Kranjar only had his two most trusted direct subordinates involved, but we all had suspected there was a spy for Giovanni who was keeping tabs on us from within the Bronze-Black Cross, and Sir Kranjar agreed with this suspicion, as much as he hated the very notion of it being true, there was evidence he found that proved it so, and he was outraged that something like this was even being done to him by his own subordinates…

...Giovanni then had pulled some strings to get us the training grounds I had requested, but there was something off about the whole damn thing. The fact that Aya had just joined the Dragoons was also a bit of a concern for me...this was just too damn suspicious...and my suspicions were proven right, as I had found out that the bastard had arranged for us to get caught up right in the middle of the Balkan Devil's ritual to summon a heretic god for him to battle...and I had to sacrifice myself to get them all out of there, but before I died, I arranged for the information I had gathered to be sent to Renji, Sir Paolo, and Sir Kranjar, to finish the investigation, hid my will in the one place I knew nobody would ever think to look for it, and had Sir Paolo give it to Aya in a manner in which nobody would question the significance of...not unless they wished to besmirch their names and honor as a knight for stealing from the dead...

End Flashback

...I found out from Renji while he and I were catching up about what happened after I died, and that although Aya was now in possession of my will, she didn't even know she had it...I really thought I had taught her better than that, to figure out the hidden meanings within hidden meanings...guess that's what I get for taking a few pages from anime and manga when it comes to pulling some tricks to throw off any of my enemies...Aya never did like watching them very well...at least not after Kyoto…

I turned to watch my King as he was then dragged off by the two new women, Bazett and Caren I believe their names were, as they walked right to...oh...yeah, I am just gonna wait to tell my King about my past, and his connection to me and my sister...or the fact that he and Aya are technically...yeah, I am just gonna wait until she meets him...Renji just looks at me grinning from ear to ear in a very Cheshire-like smile, deciding to wait another day for the tests my King will have to take on his entrance exams, along with this 'Zelretch', who was laughing his ass of at my King getting lucky with yet two more women...how my King is so ludicrously lucky when it comes to women is beyond me, but considering what I've heard going on in that room with my King and his women while they were inside it, I really don't think Aya will wanna try to have him all to herself...not considering the sights I saw him doing the last time I went in there, only to truly want to forget and tried to have Ms. Tohsaka wipe my memories of that one time just to do so…keyword being 'tried'...

...there are some things you just should never see or know, like what happens in my Kings 'playroom' with his women…

Shirou P.O.V.

After calming everyone down a bit, I suddenly felt two sets of hands grab both my shoulders, and began to drag me away and down the hallway...Bazett and Caren had apparently grabbed me, and decided to drag me away somewhere...oh...they are seriously not planning to...oh...dammit…

"Shirou, we found out that you got Medusa pregnant. You are not walking away from this one, got it."

...Bazett looked like she was dead set on getting me in the room she was dragging me to...

"Indeed, Shirou. You are not."

...Caren looked just as determined to get me there...awe hell...just why the fuck do I have to be such a ludicrously popular guy with women...just why do women find me so damn attractive for...I am not that good looking for crying out loud…

...while they dragged me through a certain doorway, I knew there was no escaping, as they seemed very stern about it...mentally, I could not help but think about it, as I knew just what they were wanting, but I really did not want to admit it…

'...Root-damn my E-rank luck...'

...as I was dragged right into the house's 'playroom"...

Warning: the following is a lemon. If you do not wish to read it, then skip it.

Bazett practically dragged me onto the bed in the middle of the room, and ripped my pants off, tearing them off, along with my boxers, all in one go, leaving me naked below the belt. Caren, for her part, simply walked up to the edge of the bed, slipped out of her casual dress, pulled Bazett's clothes off, and revealed a sight that made my jaw completely drop to the floor…

...Caren had only bondage ropes tied around her bodies under her clothes, with nothing else to cover her modesty, while Bazett had on some rather enticing lingerie, with a garter belt tied to stockings, and wearing a very suggestive pair of panties, and her bra was just as risque, exposing her womanhood and her nipples both with how they were cut...the finely-toned muscles Bazett had in contrast with her black lingerie was not something I would ever be able to resist…

...and they were both sopping wet below their waists...they were completely wanting this, and making no other possible explanations available for their actions...I knew Caren was into S&M, but still...to think Bazett could look this sexy either...my 'sword' was completely up, harder than even steel from how pent up I was...I was only just barely keeping myself from jumping them both right now, until the next two sentences from their mouths put a stop to that futile line of thought...

"Shirou, Bazett and I have one thing to say to you before we start..." Caren looked at me, my widened eyes turning to her, my jaw practically slack enough to be used as a damn trampoline…

"...we're ovulating..." Bazett whispered huskily into my ear, their words making it very clear just what the hell they brought me here for...

*SNAP*

...my mind completely blanked out, and my sense of reason just went flying out the root-damned window after snapping at those words…

...letting out a primal grunting roar, I then proceeded to pick them both up, laid Caren on the bed, put Bazett on top of her, and proceeded to do just what they wished for me to do...and they were soaked…

Bazett began to scream out in pain at first, as she and Caren were technically virgins, and gave her a chance to adjust, before I began to plow right into her, pounding straight to her womb, and jack-hammered into her like a damn sledgehammer, making her completely squirt and orgasm, her cries of pain from her lost virginity giving way to screams of absolute bliss, all the while Caren was getting groped by two sets of hands, mine and Bazetts, and my massive twin wrecking balls slapped her tight and wet snatch, with Bazett screaming in bliss being silenced by Caren and her suddenly having a very intense make-out session.

After about thirty minutes of non-stop rutting, my coconuts began to start clenching, my meat-bat expanding in size by several inches in both length and girth, before I suddenly rammed myself balls deep, actually fucking right into her womb, before I suddenly exploded right into her womb, and my right arm suddenly flashed red, as a sword pattern suddenly appeared on Bazett's crotch, right over her womb, as her belly expanded, and I unloaded right into her fertile and formally tight virgin entrance, leaving her completely fucked silly, bloating her stomach to the size of a beach ball from the initial release alone, before the excess poured out in a torrent as I had just impregnated the Irish ex-Enforcer, while most of it inflated her up to the point she could have looked ten months pregnant with half a dozen babies.

Pulling out of the blissed-out McFragga, I then moved onto Caren, by pushing straight into her waiting body, taking her virginity as well. Although Caren was technically a virgin, she was knowledgeable when it came to this, she simply maintained her chastity by never giving up her virginity, since she was a sister of the cloth...though she had apparently left that life behind her to come here, so now she had no problems taking full advantage of this fact…

...by having me shove inside her, tearing her hymen, with my 'sword' still coated with a ludicrous amount of my previous release, I began to thrust, pounding her womb just as much as I had been doing to Bazett, with her and a blissed-out Bazett still in a lip-lock, screaming into the redhead's mouth as her golden eyes cross, then roll into the back of her skull in pure bliss, coming her brains out before I suddenly slam into her harder, expanding inside of her, my right arm flashing yet again, as I flat-out breed the former sister, a sword pattern burning itself onto her crotch as well, as she begins screaming out in bliss, before I pull out, then slam back into Bazett, shocking her back awake, then proceeded to continue fucking them both, alternating between them after I breed them, before I finally pull out, and collapse on the bed between the two of them.

Just before they completely pass out from the exhaustion, they both crawl shakily to my crotch, then proceed to lick, suck, and clean off my 'greatsword' as I exploded right into both of their mouths, and showered them both with enough of my thick essence to make them both caked with my liquid lust. Then they both fall onto the bed, fully pased out, yet with the most blissed out expressions on their faces...and the sword pattern proving they are now both currently pregnant with my children on their crotches, just over their wombs...an Irish spear pattern for Bazett, and a rapier one for Caren…

...and I am still not satisfied, yet...dammit...I sit up, proceed to line myself back up with them, and continue long into the night, until my 'sword' finally decides to return to it's 'sheathe'…

...that night was the best night ever for both Caren Hortensia and Bazett McFragga McRemittz, one they would forever look back on fondly, as the two of them were both so sore and worn out the next morning, they woke up to find the faker was still going, until he finally finished. They needed to rest for an entire two days after, but managed to at least clean both him and themselves off before they passed out from sheer exhaustion and bliss, their minds only just barely keeping together, and idly thinking before they fully blacked out, what would have happened to them if they tried to do this with him one at a time…

End lemon

After I walked out of the 'playroom'...(never going to get used to the fact that I even have one now or having to even call it that)...I proceeded to walk to my room, open the door, and crash onto my bed for about four to six hours to sleep...

...hey, you try having a 36-hour marathon sex session with two women and a stiffy that just won't go away and not be exhausted afterwards...it is not easy to deal with...

...when I wake up, I will take the mock exams, and hopefully figure out what to do for our cover story...but for now, the sweet embrace of Morpheus awaits...

A/N: Aaaannd that's the chapter. Or at least, the first part. As I said, it got a bit too long, so I am cutting it into parts, but the next time, Shirou will meet Godou, and it will be a bit amusing how it goes down. So yeah, Bazett and Caren are now officially in Campioneverse, and are now harem sisters along with the Gogon Medusa...yeah, he is SO an (un)lucky bastard...I will not put out a harem list yet, but I will say, there will be a few deviations from canon after Shirou and Godou meet, cause let's face it, this is SHIROU we are talking about...his very presence ALONE causes things to go FUBAR just by being involved, whether it be either directly or indirectly...

Also, to you all of you who do not know or cannot figure it out, Medusa will NOT be going to school, as she is physically a College graduate in terms of apperance, or in other words, she is one young, hot momma.

Next Chapter will be the start of Shirou and his girls new everyday life, as well as the first face to face meeting between the two Kings of Japan. Until next chapter, PEACE OUT!