Chapter 7: Fate – 1- 3: Mordred Pendragon.

Mordred Pendragon picks up a pack of chips from the shelf and starts devouring its contents, trying to satiate her cursed hunger which she had no doubt inherited from her holier than thou father. The two of them had got into another argument and this time they had come close to blows, drawing their swords out and preparing to face each other in battle like they had done in the so called human legends, from a time long forgotten in the past.

Only this time it would be over something really stupid. It was not her fault she had a temper and it was not her idea to get enrolled into this so called prestigious university because her father suddenly developed a conscience and wanted her to have a chance at a normal life. Who did she think she was, making decisions like this without asking her in person. What gave her the right to mess with her life now, and of all the reasons she had to pick the most unbelievable one yet.

History had bared witness to the fact that Artoria Pendragon had never acknowledged Mordred Pendragon as her rightful son. She had refused him her birth right to inherit the thrown. Even when she had carried out her kings orders as a proud knight of the round table, asking for nothing else than what was destined to be hers, because of her rebellion she would always be remembered as the traitorous knight, while her father's name would forever be associated with the title of the king of knights.

Not for the first time she wondered about the unfairness of life and then as expected she found herself in a bad mood, nursing a temper which was about to blast onto one of this unsuspecting human beings loitering the store.

Out of some fragment of a lost memory, corrupted by the grail, she reached for a cheap lighter and a pack of cigarettes. She had seen a couple of university guys smoking weed in some secluded part of the campus and she had grown curious of its effects on the body. They looked rather chill, even when she threatened them with mortal wounds and fatal harm because they made the mistake of calling her a woman.

Though she understood that the law of the land made it difficult to procure mind altering drugs, cigarettes and alcohol seemed readily available at places like this, kept neat and well organized in shelves, waiting to be purchased.

She would do just that while also paying for her pack of chips.

"You might want to rethink that."

Mordred Pendragon held a knife to the man's throat, the very unlucky man who had the nerve to sneak up on her. He was a man of about average height, taller than her she noticed with a glare. She really hated the fact that most men she met in battle were taller than her.

Another thing she blamed on her father. You would think after eating so much food, she would have at least grown a foot taller, but no. And if that was impossible, then at least she could develop some boobs. But even that refused to happen and she couldn't help but feel disappointed with herself. Not like she really wanted to have bigger boobs, because from what she understood that also came with numerous problems, requiring proper upkeep and dealing with shoulders pains.

This creep probably thought she was a helpless woman with big boobs, that's why he sneaked up on her. Well, she was gonna teach him a lesson in good manners. She flashed him a smile, baring her canines and he unconsciously took a step back, stumbled and fell down on his ass.

Looks like it hurt him a little. Good, she thought.

"I think there is a bit of a misunderstanding."

He said from his rightful position on the floor.

"I don't think there is. You're a creep, I'm killing you. It's very simple."

"Okay, let try this again." He put a hand over his face like an amateur. What good would that do him when she turns him into a sheeshkebab. He tried once more, another failed attempt. "I am a concerned citizen and you are a minor whom I caught buying cigarettes."

"I'm not a minor. I'm a university student."

"I know. I go to the same university." He kept his rotten gaze leveled on the tip of her blade. "I could have said I am your senpai and you are my kohai, but I didn't want to make a mockery of an age old system which holds a special place in japanese culture. I also didn't think it would work on you."

"Why not?" She lowered her blade.

"Well, you look like a bit of a delinquent."

Mordred wondered whether this guy was a bit touched in the head. Then she remembered he was like every other human she met, from the days of her rebellion to this present era, and the only conclusion she could draw was the same.

He was stupid.

He also got on her nerves.

"What's wrong with the way I look?"

She had a dainty figure with small breasts which like her father helped her pass off as a boy, but after being summoned in the modern era, she had taken to wear black boots, short jeans shorts, a tube top that exposed her abdomen and a crimson leather jacket. Though she was not a vain person and didn't care much about her appearance other than feel self conscious about her short stature, which lead her to wearing her bulky armour, she had to admit, from a male perspective, she had quite a rocking bod.

"Why did I have to open my big mouth. Stupid, stupid," The creep mumbled to himself while hitting his forehead with a fist in some kind of lament. Then he got up to his feet and looked at her with judgmental eyes, measuring the level of threat she possessed to his very being.

"There is nothing wrong with the way you dress."

"I didn't think so."

"Though -" Wow, he really had a death wish.

"What?"

"I have to say that you didn't follow the formal dress code to the ballroom event which was held a couple of days ago back at the university. That's how I remembered you. You were the only one who came wearing -"

"What?" This time she repeated her query with a twirl of her blade.

"- wearing, um, this really cool outfit."

Mordred knew he was kinda lying to save his own life. Not that he was in really any danger to begin with. She might have a short temper, but she couldn't go around killing people because they did stupid things like pass an idiotic comment about her outfit.

Now on the other hand if he called her a woman, well then, she had justifiable cause to cut off his little boy parts, she thought with a vicious little grin. He must have caught whiff of her murderous aura because suddenly he started looking for the exit, making these small shifty eyes.

"You know, I think we got off on the wrong foot. Let's try this again." He faked a cough before starting to talk like a normal person. "My name is Hachiman Hikigaya. I kinda saw you in the welcome gala which we hosted back in the university a couple of days ago. You were the only -"

This was it, he was gonna say that word and she was gonna cut him down like the vile beast that he was.

"- one who didn't wear a formal dress to the event."

Dammit, he tiptoed around the subject. She almost wondered whether he had developed a sixth sense to navigate though dangerous territory, some sort of mystic eye or something. He really had cool looking eyes in her opinion.

As she took in his appearance, she decided to humour him with an easy going conversation.

"I don't wear a dress. You got anything to say about that."

"No of course not. I was just curious and was wondering if it caused any problem in the ball."

"Not that I know of. They let me eat and drink in peace."

"Then why are you buying cigarettes."

Again back to this. She didn't know why he was this concerned. It made her feel a bit more annoyed with him and she informed him of the same through her haughty words.

"I am Mordred Pendragon, the one and true heir of Arthur Pendragon and if I want to buy some goddamn cigarettes I will buy some goddamn cigarettes! Is that clear, whatever your name is."

"Hachiman Hikigaya." He repeated.

"Yeah, okay. Like I care," She turned and made to leave. "You better not get in my way, or I will use your crotch as an astray. Got it?"

He looked at her with a bit of fear in his eyes. Well, at least he wasn't that much of an idiot to test her patience and incur her wrath, she will give him that.

"I thought the Knights of the Round Table were better than this." He said under his breath.

"We are not. We are just a bunch of murderers who kill others in the battlefield." She told him with a huff. Then she lost herself reminiscing. "The only one who I thought was any different was my father. But she turned out to be a bastard."

"She turned out to be a bastard." He repeated her words. "There are so many things wrong with this sentence. Tell me," he looked at her with a bit of concern. "Um, okay, before I piss you off any further how should I address you?"

Mordred raised an eyebrow. What the hell was he on about. "What do you mean?"

"I mean you are from royalty. And recently I have learnt through personal experience that you guys liked to be called in a particular way. Should I refer to you as your highness, your majesty."

He gave a small curtsy and she felt rather charmed, despite herself. "You are not making fun of me are you?" she asked.

"Of course not. That would be a crime in warrant of capital punishment." He informed her with the tiniest of grins. "And I don't think you know me enough to spare my life."

"You got the right." Maybe he was alright. "What did you say your name was again?"

"Hachiman Hikigaya."

"Right, Hachiman Hikigaya." She looked at him with all her noble and kingly manners and spoke in a lofty voice. "You may call me as-"

But before she could complete her sentence, she felt a disturbance in her present vicinity and caught movement in her peripheral vision. Hachiman Hikigaya too seemed to be aware of this fact because she moved closer to her. What the hell was this fool thinking, did he think she wanted him to protect her back. So far he had displayed not even a hint of courage and from what she understood he was more of a coward.

Though he did possess a noble streak, trying to do the right thing, case in point, preventing her from buying cigarettes, because according to him it was morally wrong, for what he considered a minor to smoke on campus. She would give him that, he was stubborn and stuck to his guts.

"Let me handle this." He whispered to her. "These are just mall cops. They must have seen the cctv footage of you brandishing the knife and thought I was in danger."

"You were in danger. Still are, if you think I am some kind of damsel in distress in need of saving."

"Never. I am of the school of thought which believes chivalry is dead."

She looked at him doubtfully. "Who killed it?"

"Women."

He then approached the two mall cops who were eying her like she was a public nuisance. They were two middle aged guys with a beer belly, who probably have never used the night stick in their hands except to scratch their backs. A bunch of lazy ass, she thought.

She then went over and heard the conversation which was taking place. Hikigaya caught sight of her and he pulled her to his side and caught her in a one armed embrace. She was too shocked to do anything about it. Was he trying to kill himself, she thought, frowning.

"As I was saying officers, we were having a lover's quarrel. You know how it goes. She is a bit of a tsundere, if I am being honest." He gave her a look and she barely stopped herself from elbowing him in the gut. "Isn't that right, Mochi?"

"What?"

"Mochi." He repeated, looking at the officers with a shaky laugh. "It's what I call her. You know us present generation couples. As soon as we get into a relationship, we give each other silly couples names. I call her Mochi because I like rice cakes. And she calls me…"

"…Anata."

Mordred blushed and said the first words that came to her mind.

As soon as the word left her mouth, the two mall cops turned on him and leveled him with a gaze that screamed he was a creep who went after little women. God, could this day be any more humiliating. She just called herself a little girl.

Meanwhile Hikigaya was trying to make himself sound like a decent enough human being. He was making things up as he went on.

"Officers, you have nothing to worry about. I am not going out with a minor. And she was just trying out that word, because her Japanese is really bad. Yeah, I mean look at her. Blonde hair, green eyes. She is definitely a foreigner. From Britain in fact. She is also a proper adult. In fact she is a university student. We go to the same university, yes. And you can check her pockets. She is old enough to buy cigarettes and smoke them too. I told her it was a bad habit because it makes her mouth smell like tar and it really spoils the mood when I try to kiss-"

This time, Mordred stepped on his foot. He muttered something to himself about royalties and their habits of stepping on toes which she didn't quite understand. She then went up to the two mall cops and shoved the lighter and pack of cigarettes into their hands.

"Here, you can have these back. I don't want to smoke."

As she was leaving she heard the two mall cops gossiping like a bunch of old maids, saying things like what's wrong with couples these days and they should have this fights in private and not in public places. Not for the first time she considered how unfair it was that she was summoned to this world, where not even a holy grail war was taking place.

She was just her, existing, living the university life.

"I paid for your bag of chips." Hachiman Hikigaya said at the checkout counter. "Does that make us even for the stunt I pulled back there?"

Mordred looked at him with murder evident in her emerald gaze. "I will call it even if you promise to never call me that again."

"Call you what?" He asked.

Mordred couldn't help but blush. She averted his gaze. "Mochi"

"Oh right, that." He also blushed. "Sorry, I was just spouting nonsense to get us out of trouble. I didn't want you to decapitate a bunch of middle aged men, your highness."

Mordred nodded. "That's better."

Later when they went their separate ways and Mordred returned to her dorm for the night on campus, she lay awake in bed, the last packet of chips empty on her bare stomach and she wondered about the fact that this guy, Hachiman Hikigaya had never called her woman throughout the entire course of their conversation.

Never, not once.

Though he did make a crack about women killing off chivalry, what was up with that, she wondered. He had paid for her pack of chips. She had forgotten to pay for it herself. This hadn't happened before. He was clearly a person of double standards, a hypocrite.

Then there was what he said about smoking and how it ruins the taste of your mouth, makes it taste like tar and as Mordred cuddled with a pillow to her side, she wondered whether that was indeed true.

Not like she wanted to find out, she thought while blushing.

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