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Chapter 1: The Longest of the days..
Homurahara was one of the greatest institutions that were built in Fuyuki City, a town sited in the Kyushu Island.
A good school that many students leaved as future businessman and politicians.
Also the place where I studied.
Name's Sean Graham, average teen that was part of Class 2-B, and I was not liking my current predicament
"Are you sure this is a good idea, Ryuudou?"
My whine didn't slowed the resolve that exuded from the glass-wearing class president and I sighed as I didn't get any response.
"I mean, I'm not good with menial stuff if it's not cleaning or-"
"Nonsense, Graham." A chill shook my back at the stern tone. "You have skipped twice school this week and Fujimura-sensei has asked me to choose a proper punishment. Thus you will help Emiya-san."
A groan started to build up in my throat but died as another whine was instead released. "But Taiga is always like this! I mean, shouldn't we be concerned about her curious smell that resembles alcohol once in a while-!"
I froze as Issei stopped his walk, turning just enough to show a serious glare.
"Graham, you are not funny. So please, cease with this childish behavior or I will be more than happy to suspend you and pass this matter back to Fujimura-sensei."
In a general context, I would have called bull on the threat, knowing full well that the son of the monk wasn't that much prone for such aggressive actions.
Yet I flinched at the strange note in his voice, feeling it way too much deadly at that notch.
Something that reminded my insticts that humans can and will always be able to become 'ugly' when the situation called it.
I sighed conceding to the boring youth to enjoy this empty victory.
Finally we reached the classroom that was being currently used as a makeshift workshop from the 'Fake Janitor' of Homurahara.
Ladies and Gentlemen, Shirou Emiya, the densest boy in the classroom!
Seriously I hate my life...
"Emiya-san?"
The boy turned to look at the two of us, his hands still on the small machinery the school council had tasked him to repair.
"Oh, Issei-san. I didn't expect to see you- Graham-san?"
I groaned as the small smile on the Emiya's face widened as I had to deal with the worst individual ever.
Why you ask? Nope, not in the mood to explain it.
But I will just state that my hatred for the lucky idiot is the Fire that burned my family ten years ago.
Now, now... it's no time to brood.
No, we are 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 felt hellhole I was thrown into deepening more and more but couldn't pinpoint why.
The hopefully-not 'make out' session lasted around five minutes as Issei muttered a good luck to the approaching red-haired boy.
As if I was a menace to anyone...
Well, I did cause some explosions during the first lessons of chemistry during our first year but that was millennias ago... I mean, who would come to hate an innocent orphan?
"Seems like you are stuck with me... Graham-sa-" "I don't shake hands."
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 those moments shined brightly and I almost grinned madly as the Emiya stared wide-eyed.
Hook, liner...
"T-That's alright! You can sit here and assist me when I need it, okay?"
SINKER!
I nodded and proceeded to sit quickly on one of the empty seats and kiss with my cheek the cool texture of the small table.
In a matter of nanoseconds I had already left crappyworld for my happy place.
Or, like I nicknamed it, the place beyond classic bullshittery.
I know, I know 'what is the originality of this place'?
Be me, an angsty-filled fifteen year-old with an unhealthy dose of hatred aimed at the world itself.
Ah... the sarcasm, so nice...
Twenty minutes of pleasant recharge and an hand started to tug at my uniform, collapsing the warm, pitch black mindscape of mine.
As my mind registered the 'issue', it was soon catalogued in my memory under the 'Emiya' folder.
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-" "Dun't care!" I jumped away from the boy and started to make way to the class' door.
"After that shuteyes I can fully withstand that blasted church and his insane prie-" "Y-You can't!"
The half-yell surprised me, knowing full well that Shirou wasn't the simple human that got scary in any situation.
I had been encountering this moron daily for the latest 15 years and in any debacle the red-haired half-janitor had ever raised his voice in my presence.
"Emiya, differently for people like you, I have a job to go to-" "Issei said he was going to expel you if you didn't help me until the end of the day."
...
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh HELL "NO!"
Despite my evident disapproval, I was already following the inwardly celebrating Emiya towards the exit and I was confused.
"What do you mean we are going to accompany Shinji's sister? You mean that he has a sister? Are we talking about mentally-impaired Shinji?"
Shinji Matou, professional douchebag and failure of the world, was a Master of Dickery and Annoyancery.
That was the best compliments, since it wasn't that much difficult to see what kind of sick fuck the bastard was.
Cocky as hell but cock-blocked by the same girl he would harass- the one he had tried multiple times to 'conquest'.
If Rin Tohsaka could be actually a normal girl.
Attractive, studious and the most renowned model student of this school.
Despite the bad blood between monk-boy and I, there was a bet that breached even our hostilities regarding the twin-tailed girl.
Issei theorised she was a witch, I was 58% sure she was an Alien/Robot from the future.
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?
"S-Shinji is not too bad and Sakura is a nice girl. Could you please be gen-" "Gentle with her? Emiya, I didn't know you considered me some sort of playboy~"
My serious-tease tone caused Shirou to skip a step, a full facial blush showing the effectiveness of my words. "S-Shut up!"
I would have replied with a 'Sure!' but my eyes found the newest individual to our proximity, widening at the petite figure.
Sakura Matou was two years younger than us and yet managed to beat all the physical attributes that Rin Tohsaka had and even hoped to attain in her adulthood.
She had a petite stature, average for someone her age, plum-haired hair that reached her bottom and she had been gifted with a C-size bust!
Oh Boy! Maybe that is the reason poor Shinji had become a pervert!
He has a hot bombshell as his little sister and poor bastard was trying to make up for being outmanouvered in the genetic lottery.
"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, noting the usual tone in Shirou's greeting.
...The danger had not been vanquished, it seemed...
"A-Also it's nice to meet you Graham-san.." She didn't offer an handshake? She was already above Shirou in the top ten least hated people. "Nice to meet ya."
She nodded, not bothering trying to understand my sassiness and I found myself actually concerned.
An human being was not worrying about me? Is the world coming to an end!?
The walk was actually short and I droned off as Sakura voiced her surprise in her Senpai's accompanying her back home, while the Emiya replied with the 'killer on the loose' excuse.
Somehow I felt that was a weak one since the murderer had hit very few times and with quite a distance between kills.
Plus, since the police was already hounding him down, he wouldn't try and get easy targets like Sakura walking alone as it would seem more like an ambush waiting to be sprung.
As we finally arrived to the mansion that was Sakura's home I was the first 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.
"Sakura, please enter while I deal with those youngsters."
You want to 'deal with the youngsters'? I hope you got some moves, gramps, 'cause I'm kicking your ass-
"Matou-san, we were just escorting Sakura back home since of the murders."
Damn it Shirou! You and your impeccable sense of cock-blocking my badassery!
The man 'relaxed' his posture and gave an 'appreciative' smile. "Good. It's nice to know that youths nowadays can be gentlemen to women."
Yes, excellent, now- Can we go away, Shirou?!
Thankfully the chat didn't prolong for too long, the wrinkly elder citing some backpain and retreating in his house.
Now we were on our way away from that crazy, haunted-like place.
"Since this stuff is done I can go to my bloody job!"
Shirou hummed before pausing. "Sean, I know I already told you this but if living alone-" "Nope! Not interested!"
The Emiya's hand gripped sternly at my shoulder, the same that was currently threatening to turn and elbow the bastard for touching me.
"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 stated in their last wills."
The cold jab actually caused a flinch to spread in the red-haired boy's face and his grip relented as I got out of it.
Unwilling to deal with the annoying debate, my eyes searched for a way out.
And way out I found in the form of the small white-haired girl walking calmly towards us.
"I think you should go now, Emiya. Or Lazy Taiga is going to storm your cove."
The boy frowned. "What do you-" But I was already away from him and walking quickly towards the happy-looking child.
Now that I was closer to her, I could see the curious small hat and coat of the same dark-purple.
"Good evening, kid. You shouldn't be alone at this time of the day all alone."
The girl smiled and nodded. "Good evening, Oniichan. And yes, I shouldn't be alone."
Confident as hell, that's interesting and somehow worrying.
I think I remember watching some horror movie starting like this few years ago.
I crouched and started to whisper while pointing at the 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 thought of that proposal.
Then her rubies stared at me, almost shining in childish glee. "Alright!"
"Good! You can go Shirou, I need to help around this kid while you deal with Teach, 'kay bye!"
And thus I started to pace faster away from the Emiya, the white-haired girl giggling as she was keeping her hand onto mine during the whole voyage, making it seem like we were two very different siblings enjoying Fuyuki.
During my moments of utter angsty and desperation, I would find myself wandering on a particular part of the city where you can see the most beautiful sight of Fuyuki.
While there were many lights that hid the stars from being seen, the old part of the town gave the opportunity to stare at the beautiful sea of lights that covered the night's sky.
It wasn't an unique place as there where several benches placed 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?"
She giggled and turned once more to stare to me, the same awed expression shining like thousand of sun.
This is how I die? Cuteness Overload?
"This is the best, Oniichan!"
I hummed quietly still looking at the sky, a nod agreeing to the girl's comment.
"I-I forgot to present myself!"
Her voice was filled with panic and I merely shrugged at her. "I don't mind. Everything is easy when you just don't go formal all the way. Name's Sean."
She mouthed the curious word few times before nodding. "Okay, Sean-niichan. You may call me Illya."
I smiled absently, impressed by how she managed to take up the usually foreign name.
"That's a nice name. It's easy and feel nice to say."
She smiled widely at the compliment, staring at my face few moments, thinking deeply about something.
"Sean-niichan? Why were you avoiding the other Oniichan?"
I questioned myself if I should have answered that simple but annoying question, debating if I should pull the innocent Illya into the debacle I have with the moronic Emiya.
Still, it was a kid. "Shirou was trying, with the best of his intentions, to deprive me of the only thing I can call my own after losing my parents."
For some reasons her voice became less childish, more mature. "And that is?"
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 own life. The right to decide to be alone for the sake of being alone."
...
...
Silence fell between us and I continued to stare calmly at the stars.
I felt her body moving closer to mine and I saw her small arms pulling me in a tight embrace.
"You are too nice, Oniichan." And then she whispered something that I couldn't hear because of the wind coming towards us.
"You are nice too, Illya-chan."
I would have died if someone had heard or saw what was happening in that moment but...
Nah. It wasn't like she was going to remind it to anyone he knew.
"Thank you for showing me this, Oniichan! I will cherish it always!"
There was some seriousness in her tone and I just nodded. "Hope you will."
She giggled and then yawned cutely. "Wanna get accompanied back to your home?"
Illya smiled, her eyelids partly closed because of her sleepiness.
The way back her home was... interesting.
I had expected returning to one of the hotels in town, where tourists lived, but our small walk ended up in a stroll in the forest just a bit outside of Fuyuki and to the entrance of the... castle?
"You live there, Illya-chan?"
She giggled, this time barely hearable than before as she was fighting the drowsiness away.
"Yeah.. I just arrived yesterday."
I patted her head. "You sure you don't need to be escorted to the very entrance?"
Illya paused but shook her head. "No... I'm fine. Thank you, Sean-niichan."
A jerk I might be but having little kids walking alone but for some reasons I felt compelled to let her go alone.
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-
...
I forgot about going to job.
...
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
Even the sassiest of them all need some beauty sleep in this half-city, especially because of how much insane Fuyuki and its inhabitants are.
AN
Decided to post this quite earlier than I had promised as I wanted to gauge how many people would be interested in the plot.
This chapter had been written... few months ago, while I was procrastinating about resurrecting some of my old fanfics.
I remembered how much crap was thrown at this particular OC when I tried to install it as a minor character in Fate Player Onlien, thus he is here, ready to return the same kindness.
Sean Graham has now some major character development and is not the copy of Shirou Emiya's personality, a way to Magushood is already planned and will not be crappy as the one I used in Fate UGG.
This story is meant to be a one with funny scenes but also some moments of serious planning and seriousness.
Two servants had been changed for the sake of the plot but I don't plan to change too much from the main storyline, the major twist happening by the end of this Route.
See ya all soon and early Happy New Year to ya all!
P.S. No, I'm not going to drop any of my current projects. I have created a schedule to fit the six fanfics I'm writing. The Sequel of Zero Chances to Heaven is going to be published tomorrow as promised.