Before the story (feel free to skip): I felt that it would be a little necessary to have the characters live a little before resuming the watch? Also, sorry this took a month... I am bad at writing and had to redo several parts; still not very confident in what I've done here. Beware of my terrible attempt at writing a relationship. I've started writing the next chapter, please wait for that. Aight, that'll be it for now. Hope you enjoy.
Emiya woke up from a nightmare, more like being startled; he'd relate it to waking up from a dream where you fell down, though he never experienced such a simple nightmare. It was a memory of a fire, tempered steel skewered on a mountain of bodies, yet again. He was bored of the same nightmare forcing him to wake up in a cold sweat. Thankfully, he had several lifetimes worth of experience when it came to stifling the fear that the nightmare brought him. He calmed himself down so quickly, that to most, it would appear as if he was perfectly fine, almost machine-like.
However, a pair of green eyes did not let his small jump go unnoticed. Though she would not speak, for now.
God, he hated how he fell back into routine upon waking up. Somehow, he would piss someone off after waking up. He would be less sarcastic, but much blunter. Mornings seemed to be the one time where his identity as a wannabe hero of justice was most apparent. When he was participating in war, Emiya would wake up with a no-nonsense attitude. He was dead serious, asking for information on his surroundings, seeing if anything changed, and then going on patrol to assure that he was safe. For some reason, this morning routine would help calm him after a nightmare. Preparing breakfast for the other servants seemed to have somehow made its way into his routine, as well. So, as he was about to get up and quickly patrol around Chaldea- even being outside in the cold, just in case- he realized that this wasn't his room. Actually, he never made it back to his room. His master, Gabby, put him to sleep in the cinema room. Also, he sensed another presence beside him, on the bed. He turned to look at the lion who was tentatively looking at him. "Saber, may I ask why you have brought me to your room?" I'm fully dressed, so all she did was bring me to her room, huh, he noted.
"Archer, I have several questions which I would like for you to answer."
"Haven't you seen my life already? I remember Gabbrielle disregarding my, rather obvious, pleas against showing my memories. But, if you have any remaining questions, I suppose I'll answer them." He knew in what direction this conversation was heading. He didn't wish for her to misunderstand who he was, or had become, or how the whole 'alternate memories' caused him to identify himself. Emiya couldn't avoid the topic of his identity any longer, and this would extend towards how he felt about Saber.
"Archer, is your True Name Shirou Emiya?" She asked. The trailer and first few minutes of the movie were convincing, but she wanted to hear it from him. She didn't want to risk treating him as a substitute if he somehow wasn't her Shirou. Only reason Arturia didn't blindly believe what the screen was implying was because it would be very rare, almost impossible, to be summoned into a Holy Grail War where your younger self was present.
"Yes. Though, I am not the exact same brat who was your master in the 5th Holy Grail War. Well, it is hard to explain, but I will if you insist." This was going to be difficult to explain.
"I will listen," was her response.
"Alright then. My name is Emiya Shirou, however, I seem to have the memories of the Emiya Shirou's of other timelines." What did Rin say that the vampire called it, the Kaleidoscope? "One of those memories being from yours. I possess the feelings and know the story of each version of me, but I am first and foremost the Counter Guardian EMIYA." Huh, it wasn't as difficult as he thought it would be.
"So that is the reason as to why your memories are split into several movies."
At this, he gave her a questioning look, but he'd ignore it for now. "Maybe so. It feels odd to explain, but I am the Heroic Spirit EMIYA, the servant you saw, with the somewhat similar yet diverging ideals of the other Emiya Shirou's. All at once, I understand what it is to yearn for someone for eternity, accept the flaws in my hope, and give up all that I am in order to protect someone."
"Shirou," she sat up to look him in the eye, "what happened to you?"
He gave a heavy exhale through his nose and looked at the corner of the room. "Again, did you not view my life? Shouldn't you know what has happened to all the versions of me?" Was he missing something? Ritsuka had told him that the movies showcased a servant's life. Had his several memories somehow messed it up?
"Um. We were not able to see your whole life- or rather lives- Shirou. It became late, and the masters decided that it would be best to continue the next day. We were only able to see a day in your life as a high school student before the Grail War." she answered.
That was much simpler than what he was thinking. "So, you don't know what caused the change in timelines. Do you wish for me to explain, or would you prefer to watch it happen?"
"As curious as I am, I would prefer to watch it happen."
"I see. So then, what is your next question? I imagine you have more than just 'what is your real name?'. "
"Why have you never told me about this? We have both been in Chaldea for quite some time now." She was still very confused as to why he withheld his identity from her for so long. To her, she would have imagined Shirou to do nothing less than tell her who he was upon reuniting in Chaldea, rather than be stubborn and distant from everyone. Though, maybe she should have noticed from the way he cooks and tries to help whenever he can.
"Because," he grunted as he stretched his arms in front of him. "I'm a coward," he said truthfully. "I was scared of the possibility that you were not the same Arturia I am in love with. We didn't promise to meet in Avalon in every timeline. I didn't love you every time I summoned you. I didn't know what I'd do if you ended up being the Arturia that I admired and not the one I loved," he said as he got up from the bed. He felt like an idiot now. It was a rather stupid fear. Worst case scenario, she was the Saber who was corrupted by Angra Manyuu, or she didn't remember him, or she was the one that he failed to save. He should have just asked her if she made a promise to meet in Avalon with Shirou Emiya.
"I suppose that the fear is not completely irrational." She had felt something similar moments before, though she decided to confront her fear of Archer not being her Shirou instead of avoiding the problem. "Though, it would have been best if you just asked. Also, what happened to you? You are like a different person than when you were my master," she said as she watched him put on his shroud and boots.
"I told you, I am a different person. The Emiya you see before you has failed at what he sought for the most. If you want to know what happened to the me from your timeline, I continued to search for Avalon. I placed my desire to find you above my dream of becoming a hero." That was the very thing that he failed to do in his own life. He turned around to look at her; she had a hopeful look on her face. "I researched everything about Arthurian myth in regard to the location of Avalon. I visited your memorial in Britain." He closed his eyes, trying to piece together the correct memories. "There, I had a vision of Merlin telling me to endlessly search for you, as you would endlessly wait for me. Hell, I even joined Rin at the Clock Tower, searching for anything that could help me find you. Eventually, I traveled around the world. I would help people wherever I went whilst looking for you. I practiced my Tracing, which is why my hair has gone white and my skin has darkened. I stopped a war and ultimately died. I never had to make a deal with Alaya. When I died, I saw Merlin again. It was then that he allowed me to enter Avalon and spend the rest of eternity with you." He let himself show a small smile. "To be honest, Avalon felt like a never-ending dream. It was nice. You were the most beautiful person I had ever seen when I saw you wearing that dress in that golden meadow." It's good that my alternate selves didn't take Alaya's contract. But to think that such a wonderful end was simply one step in the other direction. It's a little irritating.
After hearing his confirmation of reaching Avalon, she quickly climbed over the bed, jumped off of it, and threw her arms around him- Emiya was startled; he had his eyes closed, so he couldn't see her increasingly jovial expression before she practically pounced on him- She was so happy to know that her Shirou finally found her.. She wanted to ask more about the other timelines, details on what Merlin had told him, but that could wait. Her tears of joy were barely being kept in. And of course, Shirou knew just what to say to cause the dam to break.
Emiya slowly fell out of his stupor, smiled and returned the hug. "I'm home, Saber." Was it alright for him to say that? He was and was not the Shirou that she knew. Timelines are weird; he knows which version of himself he is, yet he can't deny the feelings and memories of his other selves.
She leaned back and gave him a smile of her own, tears trickling down her cheeks. "Yes. Welcome back, Shirou." She pulled his head closer to her, and stood on her toes. She gave him a tender kiss, and he returned it. They pulled their lips away and touched foreheads, simply smiling with their eyes closed, clearly wanting to remain in the moment.
To Emiya, it felt like he had finally reached a haven at the end of a long road. Being able to hold Saber close like this was therapeutic. If he had known that this would be what awaited him, maybe being a counter guardian would have been more bearable. To think that not pushing Saber from forgetting her wish was what stopped him from having a happy ending.
They spent a few minutes like this, indulging in the warmth of each other's embrace. However, Arturia had finally regained enough composure to ask her remaining questions. "Shirou, what… what happened to you in the different timelines?"
"And here I thought that you wanted to watch what happened," he teased. His seriousness had been blown away once Saber jumped him.
She was not pouting in the slightest. "It does not mean that I am not curious as to what the end results were. Considering that you said you were originally the Counter Guardian EMIYA, I would like to know what happened in that life." Seeing him winced once she finished her sentence made her want to take it back. "Ah. Um. It is alright. You don't need to speak of it if it is painful to recall."
Emiya shook his head, trying to clear his mind of the regret his life had brought him, his original life. "No, it's fine." He let go of their embrace and stood straight, looking down at her eyes. " I failed at everything. I was an idiot who didn't appreciate what he had, and forsake it all for my wish to be a hero of justice. I pushed people away. I believed that my path was meant to be walked alone, so I remained alone. Eventually, I found myself in a dilemma: let one hundred people die before me, or save them and become a Counter Guardian. I was desperate to rely on the one thing I had left, and so I made a deal with the devil." He grimaced at the memory. This was the moment that decided his fate. "The people were saved, and just like the me that you knew, I stopped a war and was wrongfully executed for it. Yet, for some reason, I did not feel any hatred towards those who wronged me." He almost felt like laughing at that. It could be seen as absurd to not feel resentment towards those who doubted and ended your life. "I became a Counter Guardian, a hero of humanity." Emiya put his arms outwards, as if to make a show of how grand becoming a Counter Guardian was supposed to be. He dropped his arms and put one hand to his face, looking at the ground. "I was excited, until I realized that I was merely a pawn meant to clean humanity's messes. I was forced to kill, over and over again. The swords in my reality marble might as well be gravestones, considering how many I've killed. I spent so much time in that hell that I began to lose my memories. I would end up saving more people than those whom I murdered, but my dream was to save everyone." He remained staring at the ground before dropping his arm and voicing the revelation that he had come to a long time ago."No, my borrowed dream was to save everyone." He raised his head and looked at her. "In the end, I felt as though I had saved no one; not those important to me, and not those who I expected to save. I was betrayed by everything, myself, and even my own ideals. The only things I had left were regrets."
Arturia had no idea what to say in response to that. It was a sad fate that befell a great person. She might've wanted to learn about the specifics, but Shirou seemed to be in pain when remembering that life. If he was too hurt to speak, then she would wait patiently to see his timeline on the theater screen. She embraced him once more, in a reassuring way, as if to say, 'it's alright now'.
Emiya didn't respond to the hug. He simply said, "I'm alright, Saber. I came to terms with that aspect of my life. Another benefit of Chaldea's strange summoning system." He placed one hand on the top of her head, and she looked up at him, trying to see if he was truly fine.
She let go and sighed, "Then, I shall take your word and believe that you are fine. I'm sorry if my question was insensitive."
"No. It's quite alright, Saber. They're not fond memories, but it's simply my burden to carry. A burden that I've accepted some time ago." Emiya walked to the door, stopped, and said, "I almost forgot. How does Da Vinci's movie system work? You said that my memories were split into different movies?"
"Yes. Da Vinci's machine displays the memories of a servant. The only time that something like this happened was when we saw Jack the Ripper's memories. The different stories make up different movies. I can only assume that your memories have been split up into their respective timelines", she answered.
Emiya put his hand to his chin. "Hmm. Do the movies have any titles? A Synopsis? I'd like to know what you're watching first."
"Well, in the apparent chronological order-"
Chronological order? So, they're watching my life as a Counter Guardian first? That will end… depressingly, he thought. He didn't want to show his memories in the first place. People knowing his life story would make several followup conversations very awkward. He'll have to put up with his masters' wishes, for now.
"- there's Counter Guardian, Fate, Unlimited Blade Works, Heaven's Feel, and Oath Under Snow," she told him. "However, Gabby decided to watch Unlimited Blade Works first, and then finish in chronological order."
He appeared lost in thought. Okay. Counter Guardian and Oath Under Snow are obvious. The current timeline seems to be the one where Saber and I reach Avalon, so that one might be Fate. That leaves Unlimited Blade Works and Heaven's Feel. Heaven's Feel has to be the one most related to the Grail, likely the one where I free Sakura from the Grail's grasp. So then, Unlimited Blade Works is where I confront myself and accept my ideals. Tch. Of course I'm going to look like an asshole in the first one they watch. Luck Rank E strikes again. "Well, I now have an idea of which movie shows which timeline, though Counter Guardian is a bit obvious. By the way, how much time did Da Vinci have in order to make such an intricate machine that can produce a complete movie with title and everything?" She had way too much free time.
"It appears that it was a secret project for some months now," Arturia responded. He opened the door, but before he could leave, she asked him, "Can we really not spend some more time together? I missed you, you know," she was fidgeting with her fingers and was looking at the floor. How could the King of Knights be so shy when asking to share an intimate moment together?
Emiya turned his head over his shoulder, and smirked. "Then who would keep your appetite in check?" He was thankful for having been able to use his experience from teasing Rin. The way Saber seemed to want to retort and not be able to come up with anything was adorable. He turned his head back towards the hallway and said, "Besides, if I don't begin to prepare breakfast, then the servants may go without eating this morning. And you already know that I'm happy when people enjoy my cooking." He turned back towards the hallway, ready to leave.
"Wait!" He was startled at the sudden raising of her voice, he stopped. "You said that we didn't fall in love in every timeline. Could you please elaborate?" Ah, the question he would've liked to avoid.
He sighed. "Well…" This was awkward. He rubbed the back of his head. "I had a relationship with Rin, and another with Sakura. Granted, the circumstances between us two were different. But don't worry, Saber. Just because I hold feelings for two others doesn't mean that my feelings for you have changed in the slightest. And, just so you know, I have only truly fallen in love with you." He emphasized the 'I' in order to reference his timeline, not the alternate ones. He shrugged. "But if you still doubt me, then I'd be more than willing to prove myself to you in some way some other time." He smirked at her before walking into the hallway and closing the door.
Her brain short-circuited at his last remark. Her face grew crimson. WHA-! He's teasing me again! Fine. I'll have to make him keep his word. Arturia didn't miss how Shirou seemed to point towards the bed when he shrugged- he was actually pointing towards a bowl of snacks that she had near the bed; not that he would correct her misunderstanding-. She didn't remember if Shirou ever teased her like that... but she wasn't entirely against it. Still, he'd have to cook her a feast if he wanted to satisfy her.
Two hours and thirty minutes later, Gudao, Gabby and Mash find themselves eating breakfast in the cafeteria. The breakfast was hamburg steak, cooked eggs, and rice with soy sauce on the side.
"C'mon. Let's eat this quickly, so that we can finish watching Emiya-san's memories," Gabby said as she placed down her meal on the table. She was excited to binge all of Emiya's memories. Heroic Spirits lived interesting lives, and it helped in understanding their servants better. Those were the excuses she'd use. Her curiosity as to why Emiya kept his identity a secret was what really motivated her. Plus, she had a marathon before her; five different movies. There was entertainment to be had for a full day, maybe two.
Gudao tried to calm her hype down a little. "Gudako, you shouldn't show how eager you are." He whispered to her from across the table, "Remember, Emiya-san is in the kitchen, and didn't want us to see this in the first place. I'd feel worse if he knew that we were having fun at his expense."
"Oh please. He can't just stop us now. And don't talk me down when you also want to see his story. We saw Arturia's perspective, but his would give more insight as to who he is," she reasoned.
Gudao relented, knowing that she knew that he wasn't a saint. Mash couldn't say anything either; the lives of heroes and villains fascinated her.
After pouring the sauce on the rice, and before taking the spoon to their mouths, they saw Emiya leaving the kitchen. He had hung his apron. It seemed that his job for the morning was finished. As he was walking out of the cafeteria, he stopped by their table.
"Hello, Emiya-san!" Gabby greeted. She'd been wanting to make sure that there would be no bad blood between them for watching his memories.
"Good morning, Gabrielle, Ritsuka, Mash," he replied. From his tone, there seemed to be no hard feelings for delving into his privacy. Gudao wanted to invite Emiya-san to the viewing they would have later, but he wasn't sure whether or not it would be rude, so he'd prefer to avoid the topic of the movies, for now. However, Gabby had other plans.
"We're gonna continue watching your memories in the theater, later. Wanna watch with us?" she asked. When Gudao was bashful about asking questions, she was rather bold.
"I'll consider it. I would rather not watch my life unfold on the screen, though," was his response.
Gudao looked confused at something Emiya-san said. "You're not gonna stop us from watching it? But you were so against it before."
Emiya sighed. "Well, my main concern was taken care of. I'll find it annoying how people's perspectives of me will change for a while, but I don't believe there is anything that I have left to worry about."
"Hmmm… and am I free to use this information so that I can become the favorite master?" inquired Gabby. This was a joke that she would make whenever she felt like flustering Gudao. Mash seemed like she wanted to facepalm at Gabby's antics, but refrained from doing so because it could be considered rude.
Emiya knew that Gabby was joking, but he would still answer the question seriously… sort of. "I'm a Counter Guardian, a being who is not allowed to pick one over the other, Gabrielle. I would be a very unfair executioner if I were to play favorites."
Gabby was unimpressed with his response- there were too many servants who were concerned about things like honor and pride-. If she wanted to hear a response like that, then she would go ask Karna. "Mhm. Right," she deflated because of her tease being ruined, before finally taking the spoon up to her mouth and eating.
Just according to keikaku, Emiya thought. (Note: 計画/keikaku means plan)
Suddenly, Gudao and Gabby both gagged from the taste of the food. Both of them swallowed. Gabby looked like she ate a lemon. "What the- Is this oyster sauce!?" Gudao coughed. This somehow felt familiar; almost as if he watched the same prank unfold last night.
"What is the meaning of this, Emiya-san?!" Gabby asked Emiya-san. This was a prank done in poor taste (badum tss).
"Is it not obvious?" He crossed his arms and angled his head slightly downwards. "It's a petty prank because of how you disregarded my privacy. Not even you can escape punishment, Master."
"Then why am I getting the same treatment?" Gudao was the one who was being considerate towards Emiya-san's privacy. Why should he have to be punished as well?
"Because you are a team." Honestly, it sounded like a teacher removing points from a group project because one member messed it up. "So you should face any hardships together. I thought it was quite simple," he said offhandedly.
Gabby looked at Gudao, noticing that he was in a similar state. She then looked at Mash…. Why the hell was Mash quietly watching the spectacle whilst eating her rice? Was she some sort of weirdo who likes rice with oyster sauce? No. The answer was clear. "I thought you said you didn't have favorites?" Gabby wiped her mouth with her arm, and narrowed her eyes towards Emiya-san. She was still recovering from that sneak attack to her taste buds. It was fairly frustrating being on the receiving end of a prank.
Emiya shrugged. He looked so damn pleased with himself. "Well, due to experiences that are not quite my own, I have learned that life can be better when you play favorites," he said before walking off.
The trio were confused at his statement. Gabby and Gudao would need to ask for new bowls of rice.
Meanwhile, a Greek witch with blue hair stared at what just happened a few tables away from her. What the hell did I just witness? She thought. Days in Chaldea were often weird, but seeing the Nameless Archer- No, Emiya- pull a prank on his masters was new and unexpected.
The library was always a nice place. It was quiet, a stillness in the air that was rather comfortable. Furthermore, the servants that spent the majority of their time there were quite modest and kind. Well, ignoring the loudness of Shakespeare and Andersen's harsh criticism, it was a good place to relax.
After finding the book that he was reading a few days ago, Emiya found himself a table. Why didn't he check-out the book? Because if anyone else was interested in it, he wanted to let them read it too. He placed the book aside, for he would read it later, and took some drawing materials. Drawing was something that helped him visualize his projections. If he could draw the weapon, then the only thing left would be to think of its materials and actually project it. It was the same method he used when he began trying to bastardize the weapons from mythos, such as Caladbolg, Hrunting, Durandal, and many others.
After a few minutes, he finished his drawing of a reformed Joyeus. The sword was shattered the last time he saw it, so maybe he should try to use it more often after the rekindling of his relationship with Saber.
Out of the corner of his eye, Emiya saw a figure move over to him. "Emiya-san, aren't you gonna watch with the rest of us?"
Emiya turned his head to look at the speaker. "Miss Hokusai, would you go out of your way to see a painting of yours that you are not quite proud of?"
Hokusai crossed her arms. "Alright, fair enough. I'd stay and paint with you, but I've got something much more interesting to see."
"Then I'm sorry to disappoint, Miss Hokusai, but I don't believe my life will be so entertaining to watch. After all," he continued. "My story is quite a simple one: a fool with an ideal. That is all it is."
Hokusai slumped down a bit at that. "Ughhh. When you put it that way, it does sound kinda simple. BUT, I doubt anyone would call you a fool in Chaldea, so I'll just have to see what makes you such a fool." She turned and began to walk away. "Anyways, see ya, Emiya-san."
And that was going to be yet another servant whose expectations would be curved. He had to admit, though, he was anxious yet curious as to how people would receive him after knowing his story. Well anyways, now that he'd finished his drawing for the day, it was time to continue reading his book. And of course, as he turns the page, a rather loud voice calls for his attention from across the library.
"Oi, Hero of Justice!" Cu teased loudly. What servants were in the library at the time began to snicker.
Emiya rolled his eyes and ignored the yapping mutt.
"Ehhh? Don't ignore me ya justice bastard! I know you can hear me," Cu said as he jumped towards the front of the table to grab Emiya's attention.
"Strange. I don't remember being able to speak with animals. Must be my imagination," Emiya said while trying to read his book.
"Tch. Damn son of a-" He was cut off by yet another loud servant.
"H-how are ya doing… st-st-step-mom?" asked Mordred. She sounded nervous and awkward as all hell.
Emiya closed his book, set it down, turned his head to face Mordred, and slowly raised a single eyebrow. He had but one thing to say to her: "What?"
Mordred's face was flushed with embarrassment. "Sh-shut up! You-you and father… Agh forget it!" She yelled as she stormed off, too embarrassed to even try and keep up an argument.
Emiya tried once again returning to his book. "Well, I'll give her credit for trying."
"Pfft. You'll give her credit for trying? You're already spoiling her," Cu laughed and clapped Emiya on the back. The only time Mordred had looked more nervous was when she tried starting over her relationship with her 'father'.
Emiya simply tried hiding his head between his shoulders to try and avoid his uncomfortableness and attempted to read his book.
Cu seemed to wipe a tear from his eye. "Alright, that gave me a good laugh. Now, before you go back to ignoring me for the rest of the month, what the hell happened that caused you to go from that bright-eyed brat to this cynical asshat?"
Emiya spared him a glance and responded, "Likely the same thing that made you go from the Child of Light to some tragic hero that died on his feet: some supposedly noble ideal."
"Wait, how'd you even…" Cu narrowed his eyes at Emiya, trying to figure out how he could know about his death. Suddenly, he widened his eyes in realization. "You weren't in the theater, were you?!"
"No. I come from a time where your legend was recorded in history. And how the hell do you expect me to project so many weapons without knowing the history behind them? Besides, the Grail gives us info on the other servants; there's a reason as to why it was important to keep your Noble Phantasm a secret. But I guess it's my fault for expecting you to be more than a mutt that can't put two and two together," he shrugged.
Cu made a noise that sounded like a growl and began to storm off, however, Emiya asked for a favor. "Can you tell the masters that whatever they see in my memories is already something that happened, so it's pointless to worry about now? I'd feel bad if they worried over something that they see." Cu shot him a raised eyebrow. "I wish I could say that my life was spent frolicking with boy scouts, but I wasn't so lucky." And thus, Cu resumed his storming off with incoherent grumbling. Finally, some time to continue his reading… actually, he wanted to piss someone off one more time before reading.
Cu walked through the entrance of the theater, the lights weren't growing dim just yet, so he wasn't close to being late. He spotted his masters. Honestly, he didn't owe that asshole anything, but a favor was a favor, damnit. He threw up a hand and walked over to greet his masters. "Oi! Gabby, Guda-" he was interrupted by Medusa, who walked right past him.
"Gabrielle and Ritsuka, Emiya wanted me to let you know to keep in mind that we'll be watching the past, meaning that there should be no reason to worry about anything that we'll see," she said.
"Yes, of course. Thanks, Medusa," Gudao thanked her before looking over at Cu. "Is there something you wanted, Cu?"
"Wha- Ah- No. it's fine." I'm gonna kill that bastard someday. Mark my words! He seemed to ponder for a moment longer. Something's off with what I just said. It's like I'm forgetting something… eh, if I forgot it, then it probably wasn't all that important.
Gabby made her way to the projector and gave a quick "everyone get ready!" so that the servants would take their seats, and clicked the resume button.
Author's Notes: This is it. Sorry if this chapter comes as a bit of a disappointment. I went to the first chapter and changed Emiya's thoughts at the start because it was brought to my attention that it was OOC for what I wanted to do with him. Please bare with my ameteur writing and any plot holes. Not gonna answer comments this time around. Again, mention any grammar mistakes that you can spot. Have a nice day.