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Under a single shade.
She was a supreme existence.
One that was a concept itself, of life and death.
She was amongst the highest of heirarchy.
Amongst the mortals she was a nightmare forever within the minds, forever.
Amongst, she was but a goddess they shall obey and worship for their own wellbeing.
Amongst, celestials she was but a concept they have yet to know yet dread the highest.
She was an all encompassing blanket of fear and respect among the nexus of world.
A beautiful and deadly goddess, wise and ruthless, she was everything.
Yet, her heart thrist for a mortal one.
Emiya Shirou...
The first time a being like her to descend upon the mortal plain was rather normal.
Even going so far to appear normal before the mortals.
Though, there was nothing she could about her beauty that froze all in awe and desire.
There was nothing one could ever fault to become attracted to the Lady Death, herself. She was an enchanting yet deadly kind of beauty.
She was tall, beautiful pale skin, silky dark black hair, lucious red lips, crimson red eyes, a voluptuous hourglass figure. In the heavy rain in a black dress she walked stoically through the streets, her red heels clicking, even as she was wet from the rain. She was beauty one would find themselves lost in, a dark and sinister beauty.
"Ah!, I don't think you should walk in the rain like this. You're already soaked in rain, you might catch a cold, miss ?"
She didn't know what to say, or even what to think.
Before her stood a boy around sixteen or seventeen, a teenager with short dark red hair and golden eyes. He was taller than her by an inch or two. He wore a white long-sleeved t-shirt with red jacket over it. He was holding a crimson red umbrella with black handle over her head, shielding her from the rain's rage.
He could be considered quite certainly handsome to woman.
The Lady Death, was currently speechless. Her rather frail looking hands( which could tear apart stars) trembled. Her beautiful red eyes faltered ( those which terrified gods). Her legs almost gave away( those that could break a planet). She was feeling a bit dizzy.
Gold eyes stared at her with concern, for some reason she felt her stomach flip.
She had never thought of someone capable of making her feel so...vulnerable.
He truly was dangerous, isn't he ?.
"Uh, are you ok, miss ?" Shirou was truly trying to not be rude. He just want to know her name of this beautiful lady, badly so.
He wasn't sure why he was feeling like this, more importantly he wasn't sure what he was doing to begin with.
His whole body moved on his own when he just saw her. He didn't honestly like the way how she was soaked in the rain, like that. But he won't deny that he can't understand how someone could look so damn amazing while being like a soaked kitten.
Shirou seriously cursed his hormones for that one...and Shinji.
The granted the guy was rather perverted but damn was he just right!.
"Celica...Celica Morrigan"
Shirou shivered, his heart beat faster than how Sakura hits Shinji when her brother tries to corrupt Shirou with his "collection".
Her voice felt so...He wasn't sure what to describe it was too...sensational. It was stoic and rather cold...but by the heavens that's bringing him on his knees!.
He felt his own hands tremble, like the girl before him.
"Morrigan-san, I don't think I have seen you around here" He began breaking the ice by making a conversation as they were walking through the footpath in an awkward silence.
"I'm new here." Shirou shivered once more. By gods what the hell was with the voice, what the helll was with him!.
"O-oh, were where you before ?" He stuttered. Oh god, why was he looking like an idiot.
"...Norway, Oslo."
"Oh, you're an European."
"...Yes."
"I heard it's cold there."
"Very."
"So are you alone or..."
Amongst the cold and harsh rain, two souls found a shade under each, giving of warmth to one another.
Perhaps, a chain of events might happen some, for good, some for the worse. Whoever both of them could care less.
For all they want was each others presence.
A/N:
Ugh, man I'm really bad with romance,
am I. I nearly screamed my heads off when I read the chapter after finishing it.
I suck at romance, though my girlfriend says I'm better at the "cool" kind of romance than the "sappy" kind of romance. She probably said that to make sure I don't go into brooding.
In my defence, I'm not exactly the most rom-com type of guy in the town, if anything I'm that guy like humour and action over romance.
Either way, I just hope i didn't end up making you offended with my rather poor try at romance. Maybe I should start going on the dates again.
...Gods, she is not gonna let go of this, isn't she.
Welp, I just hope she won't go overboard with teasing.
And, yes, Shinji ain't asshole in this fic, Yes it's hard to think that way, but well I decided we need deal Shinji a little more than usual steps that is.
• Shinji is cowardly spoiled arrogant little bitch.
• He is that 3rd rate villain, who the intially goody two hero bloody tear apart to show how bad the villain is.
• Shinji-Haters celebrates his death. Ta-da!.
Therefore, I am thinking of making him as the group butt-monkey and Shirou's wingman, honestly I would've given Lancer or Archer the wingman role, but unfortunately this is actually before Grail.
Anyways, so he ain't in usual rapist shitty brother theme. So Sakura is gonna be bit more happier than you might think, though I don't know if I should make it harem or not.
Oh here's a small sneak peek and bye, see you next time.
《Next time》
Her crimson eyes glared upon the humanity's representation.
The greedy goddess shall be punished, for she dared to cross the Empress of Death, herself...
...
"Stay away from him, Alaya. Or, you shall face the consequences."
"What if I won't, Empress. He is to be my Guardian, and besides you can't harm me without killing Humanity itself...and by extension, Shirou too..."
"Damned Whore! Do you think the concept of Death is chained by something as absurd as consequence or limits!. Humanity can exist, so can my beloved without a power hungry worm's existence!."
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