A True Titan
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Chapter Start!
She crept along the roofs, avoiding the busy streets. They looked so lively. Faintly she smiled as she spotted an ice cream shop. It'd be a good place for a date. Of course, she'd ask him as soon as she got back, but she already knew he'd say yes.
All she needed to do was find the girl. Sure it hadn't proven to be as simple as she would have liked. She even had to travel to a different city. But that was fine, the school was on a break after all, and she'd do anything to make him happy.
She stopped at the next roof, peering down at all the girls walking around with their friends. Unfortunately, none of them was the one she'd been sent to retrieve. She pulled back as one of the girls turned her attention upwards and moved toward the next building.
She had to find her. She couldn't go back and ask Shirou on a date until she was done!
She needed to. He asked her to. Elation welled up within her. She wanted to. She wanted to. She wanted to!
The girl. He needs the girl. She has something he needs. She took something from him. From her Shirou.
Sure he'd been a little off, but he was stressed!
She was about to leap to the next rooftop when she spotted him—her Shirou, dressed in a suit of all things walking toward a restaurant.
It looked like he was on a date.
Did he send her off so that he could go on a date with another woman? Did he?
Her heart thundered in her chest as she grabbed at the building's stone ledge. She ripped a large piece free but didn't even seem to notice.
Pain, despair, sadness.
"No." She said, "he wouldn't, he wouldn't." She whispered. "He's just having a meeting. Yes, a meeting."
She began crumbling the chunk of cement in her hand's bit by bit as she focused on the man of her dreams. Finally, as the last of the rubble fell from her hands, she moved to the side of the building. There she climbed her way down into the alley below.
They were seated near a large window allowing her to continue tracking their movements. The two seemed to be having a conversation. One that seemed to put Shirou in an uncomfortable position. She'd almost managed to believe the meeting was just that, but then she saw it. The way the woman's fingertips brushed his before she pulled them away with a blush!
She was trying to take her Shirou!
A burning fire swept through her, and she knew her mission had changed. She had to get rid of this stupid girl who thought herself worthy of her Shirou. She had to kill her!
Rearing back, she plunged her hand into the concrete building and came away with a piece of rebar. Dark energy spilled out of her, coating the metal's surface a moment later. Then, it was away, soaring toward the one who had stolen her heart!
Shirou tugged at his collar. Of course, he'd been in his fair share of less than ideal situations over the years ranging from the four dozen appliances that'd found their way to him in one day during junior high to fighting his way through a series of heroic puppets to save his sister. Yet while his situation didn't compare to the latter, it was more than a match for the former.
Taking his glass into his hand, Shirou hurriedly took a sip and found his gaze caught by his compatriot. Then, taking a deep breath, he slapped a smile on his face. After all, Raven looked just as uncomfortable as he felt. Which probably felt more out of place than he did.
"Eh-hem," he cleared his throat and offered a small smile to the pale girl across from him. "I'm really sorry about this, I tried to cancel the reservation, but I think Miyu did something to make certain that wouldn't happen.
Raven looked away and shook her head. "It-It's not a problem. I've got a few questions for you anyways."
If Shirou didn't know any better, he'd say there was a definite blush to her cheeks before he had a chance to confirm one way or the other any sign of emotion drained from her face leaving her as stoic as ever.
"Have you given any thought to joining us?"
Shirou shrugged, "my answer hasn't changed." The urge to apologize was there. However, he crushed it without thought.
She nodded, no doubt having expected that to be his answer.
"I've been looking into artifacts like those cards. I've got a book with a section on sealing a living essence being delivered soon." She said, quickly changing the topic. "Would you be willing to allow me to examine the card you hold?"
He jerked, nearly standing. Of all the questions he'd expected, that wasn't one of them. Not even close.
"You're more than welcome to remain with it!" She said, raising her hands, "I'd just like to study it."
Shirou regarded her for a moment before sighing. "I'm sure you're trying to help, and I appreciate that, but I'm not going to take a chance with it."
The waitress chose that moment to walk up to the table, a younger woman dressed in a style much like Shirou's, just without the jacket. Her nametag read Jacqueline. "May I take your order?"
Having not looked the menu over yet, Shirou was about to tell her just that and ask for a few more moments to decide when he found a waiter approaching their table with drinks.
"I apologize for the delay. Here are your drinks. The first course will be out momentarily."
"What?" He asked.
In Shirou's defense, Raven and Jacqueline looked just as confused as he did. The server placed down the bubbling light amber drink in front of him and stared at him for a moment.
"Micheal, they haven't had a chance to order yet."
Micheal looked at her as if she'd lost her mind before a look of surprise crossed his face, and he leaned closer to the waitress and spoke in a hushed voice. When he pulled away, she nodded.
"Please don't worry about your order. Everything has been taken care of."
Miyu. Not only had she set up the reservation in such a way that canceling wasn't an option and not showing up would result in a fine on top of the payment, but she'd chosen their meal?
And was the drink alcoholic?
Shirou reached for his glass as Raven reached for her own, and the two's fingers brushed up against one another. He could see the blush on her cheeks as he picked up the glass and brought it to his nose.
Definitely alcoholic. He was going to be speaking to someone about this. He didn't care if they appeared old enough, though he didn't see it if they did. No one had asked to see his I.D.
"I'm afraid I'm not twenty-one yet; I'll take a glass of water instead."
Jacqueline looked surprised; then again, how often was a teenager responsible enough to turn away alcohol when it was freely given to them? She took the glass and, after a glance at Raven, took hers.
A shiver ran up Shirou's spine, "get down!"
Seeing neither of them was moving fast enough, Shirou turned the table over, took hold of Raven and Jaqueline, and threw the three of them to the ground.
"Trace on," he snapped and set about reinforcing the table to its absolute limit.
It was just as he did that a lamp post broke through the window.
Makeshift steel javelin met improvised wooden shield, and the result was the table was forced back and they with it. However, on the upside, the legs held together, keeping them from becoming pancakes.
"Someone, you know?" Raven peered over the table toward the window.
Following her example, Shirou took in the sight of the sexy knight cosplay outfit currently climbing through the window and shook his head. "Never seen her before."
The armored young woman opened her mouth and screamed!
"I think you do." Jaqueline argued back.
GoldeyedWish: I know something you don't know!
TimeTwisted~Monkey: I bet
67456HAHA: Haven seen you here in a hot minute, so wat you got fo us?
GoldeyedWish: Ravens on a date!
TimeTwisted~Monkey: Wait, really?
GgBg43: If its with that creepy goth guy, she's like shot him down a bunch of times.
GgBg43: If it him it ain a date
O'lordzofdaniger: She-B**** jus selln 'er a**
GoldeyedWish: don't you talk about her that way!
Corblimeylol: Dude, I hope you get crushed in your car when they knock cinderblock ovah nex!
Down_with_BONd: you're all makin to bigga ddeal outta this! Relaz.
NGLLDM: Sh*t, you got a beg ol' bag don' ya?
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BillyboyOG: It's about time! Starten to think the admin jus' don't care bout us. So who's the guy?
Corblimeylol: Ya, where did you see them Wish?
I87Dealwithit: Why in the hells am I here? Just a waste of time looking at this. Y'all need to update your tags.
GgBg43: wtf you talken about
I87Dealwithit: serious? Turn on a tv,, head to livvid. Raven and her boy toy are all over the screen. Boy can fight too!
DocSariomario: holy sh*t! Who's the hot chick in armor? She's stacked! I mean DAMN!
BillyboyOG: That girl's momma fed her right, all right.
GoldeyedWish: you boys are always so gross! Grow up! What channel is it on
Miyu flipped the television on and found that it didn't matter what channel it was on. Either it was on the one she was on already, or it was on all of them. She was honestly more inclined to believe that Shirou had left it on a news station.
Nonetheless, the three of them were for all the world to see. For all that they could. It wasn't easy. Shirou barely stayed in place long enough for the camera to get a good look at him, but when he did, it looked as if he were covered in turquoise circuits that glowed even through the fabric of the clothing he was wearing. In all honesty, if she didn't know that it was him, she might not have recognized him.
The question was, would they air his face if or more than likely when they got a good enough one?
Raven was surrounded by a sphere of dark energy, which kept her entirely out of sight. The third, a girl that seemed to be dressed in purple armor that showed off her midriff and her more than ample assets, was launching energy-coated chairs like javelins into Ravens shield with one hand and keeping Shirou away using a battered harp of all things.
Shirou snagged a microphone stand, and circuit-like lines spread across its surface as he rushed toward his enemy. His improvised weapon tore through the harp she slung at him only to be stopped cold as she caught it in her grasp. The dark energy that had coated the harp moment before spread across the shaft, and with a flick of her wrist, she sent Shirou flying.
She pulled her eyes from the screen to look over at her brother's room, where the hood she'd made for herself was currently locked away. If she thought for a moment that breaking in and retrieving the costume and rushing off to fight with him would sway her brother, she'd have done it in a heartbeat. Something, however, told her that wasn't the case.
Instead, she turned her attention back to the television, uncaring of the messages piling up on her screen.
"Good luck, big brother."
Shirou bent backward, allowing the wild swing of the stool his attacker had picked up to pass over him. Stepping to the side, he scooped the metallic remains of the leg of a child's highchair and swung.
As it swept through the air, its form warped, adjusting itself to have a sharp flat edge.
At the last moment, Shirou adjusted his weapons trajectory. Instead of her body, it was now set to cut off her fingers. After all, she couldn't swing anything very well if she didn't have the fingers to do it.
That was the thought right up until he no longer held the leg. He blinked. One second he was sure he would take her fingers. The next, she grabbed hold of the makeshift sword. Then, it was over with a twist of her wrist that almost seemed familiar.
She held the leg in her hands.
Suddenly information flooded him.
An unnamed weapon bearing the history of a knight. Its rank might have been newly born, but the legend that birthed it stretched back centuries.
The blade looked different, but it remained unchanged. It might as well as have been with him all his life.
It was like an extension of her.
No life had been taken, but blood had been spilled. Tears, however, had fallen.
It was a weapon of opportunity. The weapon—
Shirou leaped back, allowing the sweeping leg to whip through the air in front of his face. He prepared to throw himself off to the side to evade her next swing and found she was no longer focused on him. Instead, all of her attention was on Raven.
She roared like a beast and hurled the hastily grabbed weapons at the young heroine. They struck the dark grey shield comprised of her energy sending a series of cracks through it.
The table thrown after shattered it and slammed into Raven, and sent her flying through the window.
As she moved to follow Raven, Shirou placed himself in her path.
She closed the distance between them in the blink of an eye, and Shirou grabbed the incoming arm with all the strength he could muster. It wasn't enough.
Like Raven before him, Shirou flew through the window into the streets.
With a groan, he pushed himself up into a seated position just in time to see the girl bat an incoming dumpster launched by Raven's magic away.
However, what was away from her turned out to be suitable for him.
There was another roar, and she was instantly in front of him. However, it wasn't facing him but the dumpster. She took it in her hands and, rearing back, kicked it like a soccer ball.
It hurtled away from them like a meteor. Unfortunately, it also tore through the restaurant they'd just been in.
Everyone had gotten out, right?
A scream echoed out from the building, almost as if trying to answer the question.
"Go!" Raven called, "she's after me, so it has to be you."
Shirou didn't like it, but he couldn't deny her logic. So, turning from the fighting pair, he ran for the building.
Though calling it a building by that point was extremely generous. Ruins would have been more apt. Shattered glass coated the floor along with splintered wood. Smoke wafted across the ceiling; water spilled from broken pipes amid the shattered walls.
"Help me!"
Even through the coughing and the strained vocal cords, Shirou had no trouble identifying the victim from the voice alone. Jacqueline. Pushing aside the broken bits of table and wall Shirou made his way into what had to have been the kitchen.
Jacqueline was in just as bad of shape as the building. Pinned to the walk-in fridge by the dumpster and impaled by cutlery and cooking implements, including what looked to be a spatula, was bad enough. In addition, however, her left foot dipped into a smoking fluid that was fryer oil from its smell.
"I'm here!' Shirou called, but she screamed as if she'd never heard him. Even when he got just feet from her, her eyes didn't focus on him. In fact, they didn't focus on anything really.
As Shirou moved to inspect the damage to the woman so that he'd help rather than hurt her, her scream puttered out.
He was checking her pulse when Raven flew into the room.
"She's gone, vanished after I hit her with a car… is that Jaquliene?"
Shirou nodded. "Or it was."
There wasn't even the slightest beat.
She nodded. "The police will be here soon."
With a wince, he turned to her, "I've had enough issues with the police. You mind if I leave?"
The glare she gave him had him backpedaling.
"I'll take that as a no."
Four and a half hours later, Shirou stumbled through the door.
"I'm home," he called.
Miyu came speeding around the corner like a ballistic missile. "Are you alright? How did the fight go?"
Shirou raised a hand. "Easy there, it's almost like being questioned all over again. But, seriously, Mr. Emiya, you seem to be wherever trouble pops up. Is there something we should know?"
Miyu wrinkled her nose, "they sound like they belong in an eighties cop show."
Nodding, Shirou looked himself over. The police had been kind enough to give him a sweater rather than force him to continue wearing the shredded remains of the clothes Miyu had given him.
"Raven wasn't able to make them go any easier?"
He answered with a shrug, "I don't think so."
"Huh." She tapped at her chin before grinning, "did you guys finish the date before whoever that was, ruined it?"
Shirou offered her a small smile. "Afraid not. We hadn't even had the chance to order."
She looked like she would say more, but Shirou pointed down the hall. "Get yourself ready, Miyu. You can grill me later."
She smiled wide and bolted out of the room.
Miyu moved quickly, pulling gauze and tape from the pouches at her side. She placed them against the ribs where the knife had entered, checking the hold twice before moving to the following injury. A cut that stretched the length of the side.
She didn't reach for the gauze this time, however. Instead, she took up the disinfectant, the super glue, and duct tape. Wiping away the bloody Miyu examined the wound and finally applied the disinfectant. From there, she pulled the skin together and added the glue. As soon as it set, she moved on to the duct tape, putting it in patterns to keep the wound from being pulled on too much.
Moving to his arm, she pressed two fingers into his wrist and looked up.
Shirou stood watching; he clicked his stopwatch and nodded.
Jumping to her feet, she threw a hand into the air. "I did it! Ha! In your face Carl Corpse!"
She went so far as to jab her index finger at the mannequin that she'd been bandaging.
Shirou found he couldn't blame her. Emergency field medicine was nothing like the medical texts she'd looked over in the past. She seldom had everything needed to fix anything, and what they did have could hardly be called proper. That was the first thing he taught her, not that she needed much in the way of a lesson.
After all, life was always worth more than how one saved it.
After that, whenever she seemed to catch on, he picked up the pace or added some factor that increased the difficulty. Even going so far as to pick up a smoke machine to simulate low visibility areas, dropping the temperature or raising the temperature of the room they were in significantly, or just not giving her all the information she'd need.
Smiling slightly, Shirou reached over and ruffled her hair. "A major improvement. Good job."
She looked up at him with a beaming face.
Pulling away, he turned toward the door and continued. "You could have talked to him more. Just talking to someone can give you quite a bit of information on how they are."
"Yes, I'll make sure to keep it in mind."
Shirou nodded, though he knew part of the reason she wasn't talking to the Carl Corpse was that as much as she could force herself to look at the injuries as if they were real, she couldn't manage the same with Carl himself.
"Let's get some ice cream." He gestured to the door. Granted, there was one last lesson that she needed to be taught, but it could wait a while.
"Yes!" She absolutely beamed.
He hoped that lesson could wait a good while before needing to be learned.
Saturday had come, and for once, Shirou planned to allow himself an extra twenty minutes to sleep. It had nothing to do with fighting whoever was at the restaurant, and if someone said otherwise, he'd deny it and tell them exactly how fine he was.
He was the epitome of fine.
"Shirou, are you still asleep?" Miyu asked.
Shirou's jerked into a seated position. "I'm up. I'm just a bit late today." He called back to her. "Just give me a moment, and I'll come and get breakfast started."
After a moment, he heard the sound of a refusal. "Take your time, big brother! I'm making quiche today!"
He started to tell her that she didn't have to when he found himself being cut off. "Oh, and remember! Franchesca will be here soon!"
Any fatigue he felt vanished, and he jumped from the bed. Right, Miyu had a friend coming over. There was no way he would let anything mess it up!
Still, there wasn't much he could do until the two of them arrived.
With a yawn, Shirou fell into the motions of his morning routine, or at least the modified one he used when Miyu managed to get into the kitchen before he did.
But seriously, since when did kids not sleep in? He heard his classmates talk about how much they wanted to sleep.
Ten minutes later, he finished getting ready for the day and stepped out of his room.
He settled himself into his seat and accepted the plate of food Miyu placed in front of him.
Shirou was in the middle of chewing on a bite of quiche when a thought struck him. His sister had grown as a cook! So he was willing to bet that the food he was eating was likely on par with the quiche he could make.
RIIIIINNNNNGGGG.
Shirou nearly jumped out of his skin as Miyu rushed across the room to the computer. A few keystrokes later, a video took up the majority of the screen.
"Miyu!" The voice of a kid came. "My brother's contacts reached out to him with this! Honestly, I think he just bribes a janitor but hey. Anyway, this was earlier today."
The video began to play.
The villain in the barely-there knight getup bent to the side, avoiding a shot of blue energy, and swung what looked like Robin's staff around to parry a charging green triceratops and sent it tumbling.
The video continued showing the knight fighting off the Titan's blow for blow before eventually she just ran off.
The Titans gave chase, but that wasn't his concern.
Shirou stared at his sister slack-jawed. He'd expected her to go above and beyond. That was kind of her trademark anyway, but this…
His little sister had created an information ring filled to the brim with spies and lookouts who seemed hell-bent on doing whatever she suggested. The only thing that would have surprised him more was if she'd managed to get them all to wear animal onesies while calling her overlord.
All across the screen were several dozen photos of the knight girl. Anywhere that wasn't showing a picture of her was posting one of her locations complete with a time stamp.
With an updating path, her direction, current speed, and acceleration, they could effectively figure out where she would be and when.
It was amazing.
"Do you like it?"
He offered Miyu a smile, "It's amazing! I knew you had a knack for learning things, Miyu, but wow!"
She smiled wide and pulled a piece of paper from her pocket, and shoved it in his direction. "If she doesn't change her speed or pattern, she'll be at Jump City Park in about forty-five minutes."
Shirou pursed his lips, "has she changed her path yet?"
Miyu shook her head. "She hasn't. It's like she's gotten confused, and in between breaking things and disappearing to who knows where she just screams at people."
It was the disappearing part that he was having an issue with. He'd no idea where she disappeared to or how she did it! It was as if she slipped into a different world or realm and popped back through randomly!
At the very least, it kept the police from trying to stop her. Undoubtedly, they would be calling the Titans to deal with the mess soon enough.
Not that they were likely to be any more effective than Raven and he had been the other night.
"Miyu, I'm going."
She nodded. "I'd like to go as well!"
He knew that Miyu felt that she was ready; she'd said as much when she all but begged him to be allowed to come. So just shooting her down wasn't an option either. Sure, it might give him what he wanted in the regard she'd be away from danger, but it would undoubtedly lead to her resenting him.
Not to mention she wasn't going to be fighting.
"Shirou?"
Slowly Shirou nodded, "as long as you remember what you're doing."
She nodded. "Working the perimeter."
He knew she wasn't happy with the assignment, but not even that could dampen her mood.
"Get your gear."
Even as the words fell from his lips, he knew he would regret it and likely sooner rather than later.
At that moment, all that he hoped for was that he was wrong.
Twenty hurried minutes later found the two of them in the park, though hiding among the tree branches above the park might have been a more apt description.
For a time, they watched their surroundings, looking for any sign of the insane knight. However, there'd been no sign after another twenty minutes or so, and something else had caught their attention.
They're flying around the bay and fighting with the Titans from the looks of it.
A dragon with scales as black as night.
Silently he hoped it wasn't like one of the phantasmal beasts of his world, a creature that generated magic just by breathing. But, if it was, he didn't like his chances, even if he already knew of several swords that could slay dragons.
"How much longer should we stay here?"
Shirou looked at his sister. She was wearing the Hero outfit she'd designed and likely ordered through the penguin. At least Shirou thought it was considering despite being relatively elastic. It was a ballistic weave that would stop most knives and a few small firearms. He'd verified, well, the knife part anyway.
The pants were more form-fitting than he would've liked, but the built-in skirt kept it from crossing the line. She also wore a hooded vest that hid the majority of her face save the magenta visor that covered her eyes. A short cape wrapped about her shoulders, completing the outfit.
"She's supposed to be here in about three minutes or so. So, three minutes?" Miyu asked.
"You're okay with missing out fighting a dragon?"
End Chapter
Omake:
Pain. Stabbing, twisting, burning, ripping, tearing,
She wasn't sure what was going on. But it didn't matter. She was helping him.
Her Shirou.
Just the thought of him, his smile, sent warmth radiating from her.
She lost herself in that feeling, allowing her mind to wander and body to fall into a much too comfortable motion.
Turning, she found herself looking down at several police officers, all of them who had their guns drawn and pointed her way.
Surprise rippled through her as she turned, expecting a criminal to come up behind her. There was nothing. No one. There was no one there.
She turned back to face them as the realization settled in. They were there for her. They were aiming their guns at her. They were preparing to kill her.
Kill.
Pain. Stabbing. Twisting, Burning. Ripping. Tearing.
They wanted to stop her. They thought she was the villain! They wanted to keep her away from Shirou, stop her from helping him! From being with him!
"Stand down! Drop the limb and get on the ground!" The officer called.
She didn't hear him. So instead, she bolted forward, throwing every bit of energy she had into closing the distance.
Next, she knew she was beside the officer that had told her to stop.
"I can't stop. I have to. He needs me." She grumbled.
The officer turned his eyes wide and squeezed the trigger as soon as the weapon was pointed at her. It was like he was looking at a monster!
Crack. Crack. Two shots rang out.
Vaguely she felt something hit her. She raised her hand and brought the limb down again and again.
Wait, a limb? Right the officer had mentioned a limb. Narrowing her eyes, she focused on what it was that she held. It was a dismembered leg, bone sprouted from one end, and from that end hung torn flesh. It was coated in crimson.
A pretty color.
More cracks.
"Shit, hold your fire! Hold your fire!"
Fire? She didn't see a fire anywhere. Was he talking about cooking? That was possible. She opened her mouth to suggest he join her. If he helped get the job done, Shirou was sure to feed them! Shirou was kind and a great cook after all, and as she was about to recommend he come along, she stopped.
She had two reasons for doing so, one. He was one of the men that wanted to keep her from her Shirou. A crime by any standard that far outweighed what she'd done. Worse, if she shared Shirou's food, there would be less for her!
Sure she had to watch her weight, but she bet that Shirou would love her if she put on a few more pounds! He'd call her beautiful anyway! He was just that wonderful.
The feeling there was someone behind her had her turn to face an odd-looking boy wearing skin-tight clothes and holding a bow.
Was he cosplaying? It was a well-done costume; that one guy likely made it. What was his name? Ayako had just told her! W-something. Wamistu? Wakamaru? Waka Waka? Wakana? That's it. Wakana Gojo!
She'd heard of him from one of her friends by the name of Marin. She did say he was one of the best. But then again, she is in love.
"Well, consider me grossed out." The cosplaying boy said.
Well, that was rude! Sure, the wind might have and likely had made a mess of her hair but still! She opened her mouth to tell him off when a stray thought stopped her. W.W.S.D? What would Shirou do? The answer was simple. Forgive him. Besides, the guy probably needed a compliment.
"Who did your outfit? It's very well made!"
"Look, lady, your smile is wigging me out. So how's about you put down the leg, and we talk this out, yeah?"
Leg? What leg? Casting about for what he was talking about, she found she was holding a leg.
Interesting. She thought she'd be more disgusted.
Wait, did he ask her out? Well, that was sweet, but she had Shirou. He was more than enough. So now she had to hurt the poor boy in front of her, crush his hopes. She felt bad but refused to let it stop her. Shirou was worth it.
"Apologies, but I'm taken. Excuse me."
Turning, she found a bright flash of light, and it felt as if a bee had just stung her face! It was just her luck. But glare didn't leave her eyes when she moved, and the pain from the sting was far more manageable than she expected.
Wait, was that a girl shooting this at her? She didn't know there was another Magus in the city! Worse, she was using it in public! And if she was really this bad at it, she doubted the girl could cover her tracks with hypnosis.
She raised a hand. "You need to run!"
Instead of listening, the girl increased the output of her mystery.
"She's not going down, Bee! Back off, we need to try something else!"
"Shut up, Speedy! I can do this!"
Her mood was getting steadily worse. No matter how she called to the girl to stop, she wouldn't listen. Finally, she bent down and scooped some loose soil toward her. And maybe something more. It felt bigger and more solid than she was expecting from the ground.
The light stopped, and there was the girl, holding a human leg. A. Human. Leg.
Shit, she was a killer! She rushed forward while the girl was still disoriented from the dirt in her eyes and slugged her in the face screaming all the while. As a result, the girl literally bounces across the road.
She stared after her for a moment in surprise before shrugging. She must have subconsciously reinforced her muscles. Turning, she found a number of police standing their weapons out.
"Perfect timing! That girl, she must have killed-"
Pain. Stabbing. Twisting. Burning. Ripping. Tearing.
A lance of pain shot through her head.
"She really hurt someone."
Her message delivered, she moved off. There was still the errand for Shirou! What was it that he asked her for? Oh right! He wanted her help finding his sister!
The thought of him doting on his little sister made him all the cuter!
Straightening, she found the pain in her head was gone, and the urge to skip down the street welled within her.
She giggled. She hadn't skipped in years!
Now, what was she doing? Oh right! Shirou needed her to find that girl!
Notes: Times are tough, and to make everything work, I've been forced to give up writing fanfiction more or less. That said, I'll be posting chapters where and when I can.
I do hope you enjoyed the chapter.
If you'd like to read my original work, you can do that. Both will be posted at e.v.e.r.f.i.c.t.i.o.n.. com.