Fire

The only thing to be seen in front of the young man's eyes was fire and more fire. The debris from fallen buildings piled up the street in such large quantities that you couldn't even see the ground anymore. Brick walls and pipes jut out from the ground as a giant flame flares in the background. To those that catch a glimpse of this, they couldn't describe any differences from that of hell.

'To think that I will be seeing this again.' The young man thought silently as he trudged through the debris. His hand bearing burns and scars all over the calloused palm. Yet, the most prominent out of all of it is the discolored arm that's covered with a red cloth. His auburn hair has a tint of white in it, the golden eyes that once preside him has a shadow of gray in it. The young man would be quite handsome by today's standard if it weren't for the dead eyes that reside on his face. His white shirt with blue sleeves looks torn like his black pants, even his shoes are at their breaking point. Regardless of all of this, he still marched forward.

"To kill one to save ten, kill ten to save hundreds, kill hundreds to save thousands." Those words keep circulating in his head as he takes all of this in.

"To kill one to save ten, kill ten to save thousands"

"To kill one to save hundreds, kill 7 to save thousands"

"To kill one to save thousands…."

His dream, his ideals, the only cornerstone that defined Shirou Emiya had crumbled into nothingness. The actions he took in this Holy Grail War, every step, every breath, every swing from his sword, all of it has led him to this scene. Even with all of the carnage, he couldn't help but remember the start of all this destruction; the day Emiya Shirou decided to take on his Father's mantle.

*FlashBack*

"Hey, hey old man, if you're gonna sleep, do it in your bed." A younger Emiya shirou exclaimed as he walked towards a middle aged man.

The man, known as Kiritsugu Emiya, looked at his adoptive son for a second before he began to relax. His gaze still not leaving the garden in front of him. Nonetheless, he replied to Shirou. "Right…" A chuckle escaped him "I'm fine." A comfortable silence fell between them.

Shirou took the initiative to sit beside his father. Even though Kiritsugu didn't say anything, Shirou knew that his old man is happy that he got to talk with his son. It was not unusual for them to fall into this comfortable state of silence since Kiritsugu doesn't talk much in general and Shirou didn't have much to talk about.

"You know, I always wanted to be a Hero."

"Huh...always wanted to be? Did you give up?" an incredulous look appeared on Shirou's face. For all of his life after the Fuyuki Fire, he always pictured his old man as a person that he looked up too. But, he never talked about his past before the adoption. The only times it had ever happened were a few slight comments that slipped from his mouth. Seeing him talking like this peaked Shirou's interest.

"Yeah..." A slight pause "Unfortunately, being a Hero is a limited time thing. When you grow up, it's hard to call yourself one." A soft laugh, almost as small as a whisper, slipped from his mouth. It sounds sad in a way, the voice that he let out is almost the same as that from a man who resigned himself to a certain fate. "I should have realized it earlier."

"I see… I guess you couldn't help it then."

A resigned smile could be seen on Kiritsugu's face, "No...no I couldn't." His voice growing softer as time goes on. Shirou was far too engrossed in the conversation to notice it. he goes silent for a second, his expression showing that he was thinking about something. After a moment of peace, with a confident face, Shirou looks at his adopted father.

"Yeah, since you can't help with it…."

"I'll be one for you."

Surprise overcame Kiritsugu for a moment as he stared at his son in shock. Shirou, oblivious to Kiritsugu's reaction, continued to share his conviction.

"You're an adult now so you can't do it. But, I can." Returning his gaze to his Father, he began to say his final piece, "So leave it to me…. your dream."

"Ahh….." Although his face remained stoic, Kiritsugu's eyes told a different tale; shock, surprise, sadness, acceptance, all of which happened in the span of a second. When he looked at his son, Shirou's body was overcome with the image of a younger Kiritsugu; the one that hadn't realized the sad truth of his ideals. Even then, when Kiritsugu experienced this scene, his thought wasn't one of regret, but one of hope.

'Ahh…..maybe he could do it.'

"I feel relieved." Said Kiritsugu as he closes his eyes.

Shirou smiled contentedly as he looked at the star, naive to the fact that his father took his last breath, a small smile gracing his once stoic face.

*End Flashback*

Shirou remembers that memory fondly, his time with his father was one of his treasured memories within his broken self. A pang of regret welled up in Shirou's mind, 'Yet, I chose to discard his ideals, my ideals, to save someone dear to me. Even with all of this, these hands still couldn't save anyone. I suppose this is what people call Karma.'

His hands

His hands that were stained with blood.

The blood of the Innocent.

The blood of everyone dear to him.

Rin.

Illya.

Saber.

Sakura.

His hands would be forever stained with their blood.

Rubble of once tall buildings, a great fire not seen before the Fuyuki Fire, thousands of lives snuffed out with many more soon followed. The very picture of Hell, the complete opposite of a Hero of Justice.

The action that betrayed Emiya Shirou.

'Is this what you felt Kiritsugu, the falseness of your ideals, the concept of Hero of Justice. The years spent chasing this idea, not knowing the suffering it would've cause. Even with all of this torment; even when I abandoned my dream, I never regretted this decision. So with this, I will continue to go through with this dream to the end.'

A slight brush of pain cut off his train of thought, a loud thump following right after. 'Ah…. it seems that my legs have given up.' The young man struggled to get up; alas, the exhaustion had finally triumphed over his tenacity.

He laid his eyes to the black sky, ash and smoke racing to the sky as if trying to return to their starry homes. A thought occurred to the dying man, 'I've lived my life pursuing a false ideal, a foolish wish that brought nothing but pain. Even if I never regret my choice…' He could see his vision growing dimmer. His breath slowed, his strength left his body. With his last remaining breath, he spoke the words that would change his life.

"I wonder what my life would be like if I had never become a Hero of Justice."

The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was the sight of an old man.

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AN 2 : Chapter's have been Beta by

Fierynitemare

freakyHadeschild

Yajirushi Fosaku

AN : Hiyaa, Author here. This is my first story so it's rough around the edges. Tbh, even for me, I'm not that talented in writing as you can see in this chapter. Yet, i got all this stories Ideas stuck in my head that I really need to write it down. I try to improve on it, My imagination is in training mode and it will be unleash in future chapter.

This idea of mine is inspired by another Author in that use a character from a LN series and put him in Danmachi. I really enjoyed his writing, even the Pairing too xD. While i was reading it, it got me thinking.

What would happen if i put Emiya Shirou in Orario. As the title implied, this story will be a more Slice of Life than it is about fighting, mostly because i suck at writing fight scene ;-;

Another reason that I'm doing this is to explore what ripple Emiya Shirou will create by him existing there. This is also the path of recovering for Shirou. As you know, Fate HF has some pretty fucked up shit happen there. This specific HF route will be my own OC. it's kinda a mix between the Fate route and HF route. more will be known in Future chapters, so stay tune.

There will be some AU since of course, this is Fanfiction. But, I'm looking forward to see how this story Unfold.

As always, review and constructive criticism is welcomed. i know that i need all the help i can get to improve my writing. First Chapter is already in the making, I'll talk to you in the next chapter

Peace.