Day 5 – Oceanus

"—I'm hungry."

Being a Master is suffering.

I had, in all the hustle and bustle during the evening, forgotten to eat dinner.

And I know that while Sakura definitely would have left me a share in the fridge, the fridge is also an agonising hundred or so paces away from my room.

In my current state, asking me to walk that much would be like asking a drowning man to pose for a photo.

"…What even is that analogy."

Not good, my mind is drifting weirdly again. It has been all day, ever since meeting the little girl who looked so fitting in the middle of this harsh winter.

"…Illya."

I say her name softly, rolling it on my tongue before sighing deeply.

I have a feeling I'm close to guessing exactly what her relationship is with Dad — and in turn with me. But I don't want to leap to conclusions.

Or maybe deep inside, I'm just afraid of finding out more about the ugly side of the man I admired so wholeheartedly.

I sigh again.

I look at the clock perched on my table, and see the hour hand point firmly at 2.

What was I doing tossing and turning and sighing like an old man this late into the night? Give it a rest already! My body wants to desperately rest, so why can't my brain shut down too…?

"—That's it, I've had enough. I'm going to sleep. I'm gonna sleep, sleep sleep sleep—!"

I pull the blanket over my face and force myself to clear my mind.

There we go, that wasn't so hard now was it…

...

...

The moans were the first thing I took notice of.

Sure, the red classroom was suspicious enough, and the wet smacking sounds were very disturbing too.

But it was the moans that caught my attention.

I can't quite make out what the words are but I feel they are being said to me. The perverted moaning voice calls out for me, embraces me, engulfs me in all of its desire.

I feel skin on my fingers. My tired eyes open and I stare into the square pupils of Tohsaka Rin, sitting on top of me.

Or more precisely, riding on top of me.

Ah.

So it's this kind of dream.

Well.

It's a dream.

So I'm sure she won't mind, yep. No one needs to know, no one will know.

So I stop fighting it. I lie down and continue to enjoy my dream. The sound of the moans, the sight of beautiful girl in front of me, the smell of fresh winter snow, mixed with a slight buttery and honey-like smell of almond blossoms…

…

…wait.

Why is the smell of all things so specific. And I've smelled this recently. Very recently.

Why, it was just today—

What was her name again?

"See you again, onii-chan."

That's right, her name is…

Her name is…!

I snap open my eyes.

Instead of the surreal dreamscape, I find myself back in my room at home.

And on top of me is…

…

…

…Huh?

The last thing I hear before I get knocked out again is a soft "oh no".