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Chapter 1: A new day!

Homurahara was one of the greatest institutions in the area in the Kyushu Island, and possibly one of the most important places here in Fuyuki City,

A good school that would see many students leaving with the proper pedigree to become future businessman and politicians.

It was also the place where I studied, which made it 10% cooler just with that.

But maybe some introduction is needed before I continue with this tale of utter defeat and immense annoyance (but also a sprinkle of novelty and friendship!).

Name's Sean Graham, average teen assigned to Class 2-B, and I was not liking my current predicament.

Not at all.

"Are you sure this is a good idea, Ryuudou?" I complained with a certain childishness.

I was trying my best to deter the bespectacled moron to leave me alone, especially with how dull and boring he was.

My whine didn't slow the resolve that exuded from the glass-wearing class president, in fact in his silent pacing I couldn't help but sigh at the lack of verbal response.

"I mean, I'm not good with menial stuff if it's not cleaning or-"

"Stop sprouting this nonsense, Graham," He stated with a stern tone, a chill going down my back as I was not expecting this little development. "You have skipped school twice this week and Fujimura-sensei has asked me to choose a proper punishment. So you will help Emiya-san."

A groan started to build up in my throat but died as another whine was instead released.

"You know that I've some work after school and I seriously think my boss is a sadist with how he handles my insane schedule and wage," I explained with a huff, eye-rolling at she sigh coming from the stiffy fool. "I mean, if there is someone that you should be concerned about, I think it should be Taiga! Shouldn't we be concerned about the curious smell that resembles alcohol that she has on herself once in a while-!"

I stopped as I noticed Issei taking a pause his walk, turning his head just enough to show a serious glare directed at me.

Oh my!

"Graham, you are not funny and I will remind you that Fujimura-san is a respectable teacher," The monk-boy replied coldly. "So please, cease with this childish behavior or I will be more than happy to suspend you from class and pass this matter back to Fujimura-sensei."

In a general circumstance, I would have called bull on the threat, knowing well enought that the prick wasn't that much prone for such aggressive actions towards fellow student.

Yet I flinched at the strange hint of genuineness in his voice, feeling it way too much deadly at that notch to risk falling in that situation.

Something that reminded my instincts that humans can and will always be able to become 'ugly' when the situation called it, especially when sass pushes them to salty levels.

I shrugged at him, conceding some silence to the boring youth so that he could enjoy this empty victory.

Was it worth risking to get in detention with Taiga? Fucking hell no.

We finally reached the classroom that was being currently used as a makeshift workshop by the 'Fake Janitor' of Homurahara, a certain red-haired student that just couldn't see how he was literally doing some serious job without getting paid.

Ladies and Gentlemen, Shirou Emiya, the densest boy in the classroom and my stalker!

Seriously, I hate my life...

"Emiya-san?" Issei was the one to call out the distracted redhead before I could have hidden away from his line of sight.

The boy turned to look at the two of us, his hands still working on the small machinery the school council had tasked him to repair and he blinked.

"Oh, Issei-san. I didn't expect to see you-" He greeted back, tensing a little as a small smile appeared on his face when he spotted me. "A-And you are here too, Graham-san?"

I groaned back at him, feeling my own soul collapse as the smile on the Emiya's face widened at the situation.

This was truly escalating in quite the horrible circumstance to face.

...Oh? You want to know why this is 'bad bad'? Well… too bad, not in the mood to explain it and, if I have to be honest, the least I think about it the better.

But I will just say that my hatred for the lucky idiot is connected to the big Fire that burned my family about ten years ago.

Now, now... it's no time to brood or to mourn the little life of the orphaned Graham-senpai-san-kun. It's best to focus on the present right now.

As the present was already crap enough for me.

I was sure going to regret everything now that I was stuck in baby-hell with the most moronic basta-

"Emiya-san, might I speak with you... privately?"

Meh! Like if I cared what Monk-boy wanted to discuss with his boyfriend.

Still, I had this little sensation that the hellhole I had been thrown into was starting deepening more and more, but couldn't pinpoint exactly why.

The hopefully-not 'make out' session lasted around five minutes as Issei muttered a quick 'good luck' to the now-approaching red-haired boy.

As if I was the true problem here for anyone...

Well, I may have caused some explosions during the first lessons of chemistry by the first year here at Homurahara, but it certainly was forgotten since it's been like what one could define 'millennia ago'.

I mean, who would come to hate an innocent orphan like me?

Sarcasm aside, I found myself facing the ultimate obstacle to have a normal day and I felt like things were far worse than I expected them to be.

"Seems like you are stuck with me... Graham-sa-"

"I don't shake hands," I interjected coolly, glancing away from him.

Shirou stopped, looking blankly at his own hand before retracting it.

"A-Alright! Then you can help me with-" "detonating some private property?"

I admit my own sadistic streak in these infuriating moments was usually shining this brightly and I almost grinned giddily as I saw the Emiya stared wide-eyed.

Hook, liner...

"T-That's alright! You can just... sit here and assist me when I need it, okay?"

SINKER!

I nodded and proceeded to take a quick seat by one of the empty seats, with my cheek kissing the cool texture of the small wooden table.

In the matter of a few nanoseconds, I had already left 'crappyworld' for my happy place.

Or, like I nicknamed it, the place [beyond bullshittery].

I know, I know, one could ask 'what is the originality of this place'?

Be me, an angsty-filled seventeen year-old dude with an unhealthy dose of hatred aimed at the world itself.

Ah... the sarcasm, so nice...

Twenty minutes of pleasant recharge later and I felt an unfamiliar hand started to pull at the collar of my uniform, prompting me to collpase the warm, pitch-black mindscape of mine.

As my mind registered the 'issue', it was soon listed in my memory under the incredibly mismanaged 'Emiya' folder I had left somewhere there.

My eyes opened calmly, a grunt signaling the moron that I was not in the mood to be poked nor I will be in the next eternity.

"Y-You shouldn't have fallen asleep-" He tried to chide me, but I merely shrugged.

"Dun't care!" My exclamation was one of absolute victory as I had indeed skipped dealing with Emiya for this stupid punishment.

Sure, I might get called out tomorrow when the redhead would tell what happened to Issei, but for now my concern was elsewhere.

I stood up and away from the boy as I started to make way to the class' door, ready to leave this building and proceed towards where my next stop before going home was.

"And after that pleasant napping, I feel ready to take on cleaning that blasted church and dealing with that insane prie-"

"Y-You can't!"

The half-yell coming from the 'Fake Janitor' took me by surprise since I had known my personal stalker more than enough, way too many years actually, to not expect him come up with such a loud voice.

I had been encountering this moron daily for the latest 8 years and in no debacle the red-haired half-janitor had ever raised his voice in my presence.

He never had the backbone for that… until now.

"Emiya, differently for people like you, I have a job to go to-"

"Issei said he was going to push for your expulsion if you didn't help me until the end of the day."

...

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh HELL "NO!"

Despite my evident disapproval at this revelation, I was already following the inwardly-celebrating Emiya towards the exit and I was confused by what he would say after this..

"What do you mean we are going to accompany Shinji's sister?" I inquired in a blatant display of utter shock. "You mean to tell me that he has a sister? Are we talking about the mentally-impaired Shinji, right?"

Shinji Matou, professional douchebag and failure of the world, was a Master of Dickery and Annoyancery.

And that was me coming up with the best compliments for him since it wasn't that much difficult to see what kind of sick fuck the bastard was.

He was one of the various reasons why I refused to even consider joining the Archery Club since he was some 'big guy' there, but the issue stemmed from the fact that he was overly-arrogant about his little success.

Said little success was also limited to very basic school stuff, nothing of noteworthy or that warranted that much gloating.

Quite the vainglorious moron.

Pricky as hell but easily refused by the same girl, the one he had so many times tried to 'conquest' as it was 'natural for them to be together'.

If only Tohsaka could be actually a normal girl, that is.

'Attractive', studious and she was considered most renowned model student in our school which wasn't truly a difficult achievement considering the lack of initiative from the large majority of students.

Despite the feud between monk-boy and I, there was a bet that breached our hostilities and it was about the twin-tailed girl.

Issei had long suspected that she was some witch that just had some supernatural, I was 58% sure she was an Alien/Robot which could explain how she managed to resist the stressing nature of the ambitious expectations built by her classmates over her rise to the newer heights.

Since I am a man of science that didn't believe in magical bullshittery but understood the impossible effort put forward by the girl, I was sure that she was some government's robot sent here to investigate the city after the mysterious Fire.

About that half-assed lie regarding 'major gas-leaks explosion', are we sure that it wasn't not aliens?

I mean, wasn't that the same excuse used in Harry Potter to cover up strange activities?

"S-Shinji is not too bad and Sakura is a nice girl," The Emiya continued nervously. "Also could you please be gen-"

"Gentle with her? Emiya, I didn't know you were this kind of forward with people!"

My serious-tease tone caused Shirou to skip a step, a full-face blush spreading the effectiveness of my tease.

"S-Shut up!"

I would have replied with a quick 'Sure!' but I soon found my eyes fixed on a new target that was now close to us both.

Sakura Matou was just two years younger than us and yet she easily managed to beat all the physical attributes that Rin Tohsaka had which could be considered 'attractive' by half of the male student population here at Homurahara Academy.

She had a petite stature, quite normal for someone her age, with her plum-colored hair reaching down by her bottom and…

She had been gifted with a C-size bust!

Holy Jesus! Maybe that is the reason poor Shinji had been so desperate to find a girlfriend!

He has a hot bombshell as a little sister, poor bastard was just broken by the fact that he had been outmaneuvered in the genetic race.

"Senpai!"

And she was giving the kindest smile I had ever seen in my whole life and it was directed to Shirou!

Did that mean that the red-haired boy wasn't actually gay and having a one-sided crush on lil' old me?

"Hello Sakura."

My happiness and celebration died in that moment as I grimly noticed the restrained tone in Shirou's greeting which meant he couldn't see that she was showing a little more affection that friendship.

...The danger created by this stalker had not been vanquished, it seemed...

"A-Also it's nice to meet you Graham-san..."

She didn't offer a handshake?

She was already several steps above Shirou in the top ten least hated people and maybe she could reach the acceptable people's top ten.

"Nice to meet ya," I greeted back with a chill tone.

She nodded calmly, surprisingly not seeming bothered by the need of understanding my sassiness.

I found myself actually concerned about this instance as this has happened in the last decade.

A human being was not worrying about me? Is the world coming to an end!?

But instead of bothering around too much by the entrance, we were already moving away from the school and right on the track to reach the girl's home.

The walk proved to be actually shorter than I had expected and I partly droned off while Sakura voiced her surprise in her Senpai's accompanying her back home.

The Emiya calmly replied with the 'killer on the loose' excuse, which surprisingly got me frowning about.

Somehow I felt that this particular excuse was far too weak to be used in this circumstance since the murderer had hit just a few times now and with quite a distance of time between his attacks.

Plus, since the police was already hounding him down, they wouldn't try and get easy targets like Sakura walking alone as they would feel it be more like an ambush from the cops that waited to be enabled.

As we finally arrived to the ancient mansion that was supposedly Sakura's home I was the first of the group to notice the bald figure watching us from afar and... Hans, pass me der flammenwerfer!

The old man seemed ready to die there with his wrinkly, fugly face and sickening yellow teeth.

Was he even alive?

"Sakura, please enter while I deal with those youngsters."

Aw hello nop- Wait!

You want to 'deal with the youngsters'?! I hope you got some moves, gramps, 'cause I'm kicking your ass if you dare to come any closer-

"Matou-san, we were just escorting Sakura back home because of what is going on with the recent murders."

Damn it Shirou! You and your impeccable sense once again cock-blocking my undeniable badassery!

The man 'eased' his posture and gave an 'appreciative' smile to the redhead.

"Good," He said with a mindful tone, still showing some 'kindness'. "It's nice to know that youths nowadays can be gentlemen to women."

Yes, excellent, now- can we go away from this horror situation, Shirou?!

Thankfully enough for my nerves, the chat didn't prolong for too long and we were once more back on the road and away from that decrepit sack of bones.

"Since this stuff is done I can go to my bloody job!"

Shirou hummed before pausing at my words.

"S-Sean, I know I already told you this but if living alone-"

"Nope! Not interested!"

The Emiya's hand was suddenly gripped sternly at my shoulder to stop me from bolting away, the same that was currently ready to turn and elbow the bastard for grabbing me like this.

"You cannot live alone, Sean. Even Taiga said-"

"She can said whatever she wants but it's my final choice to decide, Emiya, as my real parents said in their last will."

The cold verbal jab actually caused a flinch to spread in the red-haired boy's face and his grip relented as I got out of it with a mere shake of my shoulders.

Unwilling to deal with the annoying debate, my eyes searched for a way out. Something that could work as a distraction to shake him off completely.

And a way out I found in the form of the small white-haired girl walking calmly towards us.

She looked to be unaccompanied and far too young to be wandering alone.

Welp, time to go a 'good deed'!

"I think you should go now, Emiya, or Taiga is sure going to storm your home for dinner or other stuff."

The boy frowned at my sudden mood swing.

"What do you-"

But I was already pacing away from him and walking quickly towards the happy-looking, distracted child.

Now that I was closer to her, I paused for a moment from interacting with her as I was fascinated by her small hat and coat colored with the same dark-purple shade.

"Good evening, kid," I mirthfully greeted, trying my best to not appear too creepy with how the setting currently was. "You know, you shouldn't be alone at this time of the day all alone."

Instead of jumping at the sudden interaction or even stopping in fright at my towering height, the girl merely… smiled.

"Good evening, Onii-chan. And yes, I think I know that I shouldn't be alone at this late hour."

Confident as hell, that's interesting.

Should I be worried for a quick and wrongful intervention from Chris Hansen? Hopefully, it wasn't going to be the case.

I crouched and started to whisper to her while pointing at the frozen and confused Shirou.

"I need your help in getting away from that schmuck. If you do that I will show you the greatest place of the city."

The little girl hummed, eyes closed as she pondered of that proposal.

Maybe I should have bribed her with candies or- actually something that didn't make me appear like a pervert.

Seriously, why did I try for this route- I could have-

But before I could have let my doubts led me away from trying this little predicament, her rubies were once more staring at me, almost shining in childish glee.

"Alright!"

This is… unexpected. But I wasn't going to whine about it.

"Good!" I confirmed with the same amused tone, before turning my head and attention right at the red-haired young man. "Now you can go Shirou, I will have to help this kid around while you deal with Teach- 'kay bye!"

And thus I started to pace faster away from the Emiya, the white-haired girl beside me continuing to giggle as she firmly keep holding at my left hand during the whole sprint.

But before I introduce you to my 'special place', I think I should give some background about it.

During my moments of utter angsty and desperation in the last few years, I would frequently find myself wandering by a particular part of the city where one could easily see the most beautiful sight of Fuyuki.

While there were many lights coming from the Western section of the city that completely hid the stars from being seen from there, the old part of Fuyuki didn't have the same kind of illumination and thus gave the opportunity to stare at the beautiful sea of bright dots that covered the night's sky.

It wasn't a unique place as there where several benches placed there by the local administration for tourists and fellow citizens to see the spectacle.

The foreign child stared in awe at the sky, her legs kicking the air in her seat.

"I know right?" I commented over her wondrous glance up above. "It's quite mesmerizing."

She giggled and turned once more to stare to me.

"This is the best, Oniichan!"

I hummed quietly at her, now my eyes looking at the pretty scenery.

"I-I actually forgot to present myself," She said shyly, her voice was filled with little sadness but I just shrugged at her.

"I don't mind. Everything is easy when you just don't go formal all the way. Name's Sean, by the way."

She mouthed the curious word that was my name a few times before nodding.

"Okay, Sean-nii. You may call me Illya."

I smiled absently at her cute introduction.

"That's a nice name. It's easy and feel nice to say."

She smiled widely at the compliment, staring at my face just briefly before speaking again.

"Sean-nii?" Illya inquired quietly. "Why did you want to avoid the other Oniichan, the… silly-looking one?"

I thought about it, if I should really answer that simple but irritating question.

Still, it was a kid. A polite and cute one to that.

"Shirou was trying, with the best of his intentions I'm sure, to deprive me of the only thing I can call my own after losing my parents," I replied with a quiet voice.

There was a moment of silence… that the girl interrupted with the same soft tone.

"And that is?" For some reasons her voice felt like it had turned to be... less childish, more mature.

What an odd detail… but I gave it little mind as I was distracted by the new query.

I always reflected how to call what I had left, what kept me from just falling into the abyss and I came up with a nice name for it.

"My peace of mind. My capacity to care just for myself without having to fear losing someone else."

...

...

Silence fell between us and I returned to stare at the stars.

I felt her body moving closer to mine and I saw her small arms wrapping around my waist, failing to completely wrap around me in a tight embrace.

Still, I moved a little to have my left arm to wrap around her shoulders and pull her closer. Now that was something of a proper hug.

"You are too nice, Oniichan."

And then she whispered something that I couldn't hear because of the wind coming towards us.

I noticed that she had made a mistake with her wording, maybe she had yet to master Japanese fully as I could still feel some cute European accent in each of her words.

"You are nice too, Illya-chan."

I would have died if someone had heard or saw what was happening in that moment, my reputation couldn't just thank this kind of stuff, but...

Nah. It wasn't like she was going to remind it to anyone he knew.

"Thank you for showing me this spot, Oniichan!" The little girl happily stated, retreating a little from the embrace. "I will cherish it forever!"

There was some seriousness in her tone and I just nodded.

"Hope you will."

She giggled and then let out a cute yawn, to which I blinked with a hint of concern.

I was a little worried that if her parents, or whoever her caretaker was, noticed that she was still out late they might end up seeing me as a responsible for some kidnapping.

And I don't want to met the legendary Bubba.

"Wanna get accompanied back to your home?" I asked softly, trying my best to appear nice before the child.

There was a time to be a dick with people that could take it, and then there was being the 'good guy' with those that didn't deserve to be treated by the utter jerkiness that I was.

Illya smiled, her eyelids half-closed because of her sleepiness but she managed to give a nod.

Leaving the little spot, we started to make our way back through the forest of Fuyuki, which… was supposed to lead to a very particular part of the city.

Which was the castle.

I had initially expected that the little foreign girl had been living in one of the various hotels in town where tourists usually lived in, but our small walk took us going for a stroll in the forest just a bit outside of Fuyuki and to the entrance of the... castle?

"You live over, Illya-chan?" I asked with incredible shock dripping from my words.

The child giggled at my tone, this time softier than before as she was fighting the drowsiness away.

"Yeah, I just arrived yesterday and…" She paused a little to yawn, but I stopped her from continuing by patting her head.

"You sure you don't need to be escorted to the very entrance?"

The girl paused but shook her head. "Nah... I'm fine. Thank you for the offer, Sean-niichan."

A jerk I might be but having little kids walking alone was kind of overly-dicking.

Yet for some reasons I could fathom, I felt compelled to let her go alone up to the main entrance.

Still, I kept watch of her until she reached the massive door and turned around to walk back home with the intent of going to sleep mysel-

...

Wait, did I forget about going to job today? Wasn't I supposed to be there… two hours ago?

...

Fuck it, I will explain myself to Kotomine tomorrow.

The fake priest can go eat a sock after the crap I've been put through today and frankly speaking I didn't have to keep a clean frequency for the already weird job.

Even a sassy boy like me needs some beauty sleep in this crazy city.

And boy, is some sleep going to be a must with what was going to happen very soon and… No, I'm not going to tell you what is happening. Go and see next chapter instead of naggin'!

AN

Yesterday I spent about two hours and a half watching Lost Butterfly with my sis and… boy, I forgot how cool the Heaven's Feel movies were.

I seriously hope that Netflix from where I live get the license of dubbing the third movie faster than how it did with the second movie… 'cause now I want to see what kind of ending they have planned.

I'm really hoping that Nasu allowed some modifications over what is supposed to happen, at least with some of the aftermath.