Hello there! Welcome to the first chapter of my new story!

As mentioned in my previous stories, I'm doing a new Fate/Stay Night story, where Shirou summons Artoria in all 7 classes! The thumbnail shows two Extra Classes (Ruler and Foreigner), and I had considered adding them, but it won't fit for what I planned, so unfortunately, they won't apppear here.

I don't think anyone has actually done something like what I'm doing. So I'm pretty excited to see how this turns out.

I've added in some Fate elements in my past stories, but I haven't actually done an actual Fate fanfiction, so there's that.

A fair warning, Shirou will be slightly OOC.

So yeah, here's the first chapter!

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A red haired teenager walked along the corridors of a school. He wore the standard uniform of Homurahara Academy, a simple light brown shirt and pants.

The young man wore a serene expression as he passed the classrooms, holding a cloth bag that carried a lunchbox.

He paid his surroundings no heed, or rather, he was aware of his fellow students, but he didn't bother with their conversations.

Soon, the redhead stopped in front of a single door, slightly different from the multiple classroom doors he had passed previously.

He knocked on the door, as a muffled voice answered, "Who is it?"

The redhead responded, "It's me, Emiya."

The muffled voice responded, "Come in!"

Emiya Shirou pushed open the door, and he entered a moderately sized meeting room.

The only occupant of the room glanced at him, "You know you don't need to knock, right?"

The redhead chuckled, "Sorry Issei, force of habit."

Ryuudou Issei snorted, "But still, thanks for coming, Emiya."

Shirou smiled, "Don't sweat it, you're tight on budget anyway, aren't you?"

Issei sighed, "Yeah, don't get me started on the budget."

The redhead chuckled, "Are the teachers giving you a hard time again?"

The blue haired teen nodded, "All of them, especially Fujimura-sensei. All of them want to focus on the athletic clubs."

Shirou nodded, "And in turn, the non-athletic clubs are neglected."

Issei scoffed, "Neglected? More like left to die. We barely have nothing left!"

He grumbled, "Ignore them, that's what every teacher keeps saying!"

The redhead simply laughed as he placed his lunchbox down, "Alright, what have we got?"

The bluenette pointed at the far end of the room, where two heaters and coolers sat, "Two heaters and two coolers. Well, considering the time of the year, you can leave the coolers aside for now. I'd rather you not skip lunch to work on them."

Shirou smiled, "Don't worry, it won't take that long."

Issei simply nodded, knowing and confident in his friend's ability, "If you say so."

The bluenette sat down at the far side of the room and poured himself a cup of tea, leaving the redhead to his task.

Shirou sat down on the floor, looking at the four air conditioners, and he spared his friend a glance.

As usual, Issei had his eyes closed, meditating while occasionally sipping on his tea.

Satisfied that the bluenette wouldn't be watching, the redhead placed a palm on the first heater, and his magic circuits flared, as the mental image of a hammer of a gun firing appeared in his mind.

Shirou's hand glowed faintly, covered only by his long sleeves.

The glow briefly transferred to the heater, before vanishing all together, and a blueprint of the heater appeared in his mind.

Structural Grasp Magecraft.

A technique that analyzed any object and transferred a blueprint of said object to the user's mind.

Years of practice gave Shirou a level of mastery beyond any other, or at least for one of his age, and in a split second, he found the issue with the heater.

Grabbing a screw driver, the redhead unscrewed the lid, and got to work.

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Later that day in the evening, Shirou reached his home, a rather large traditional Japanese style mansion.

The young man blinked when he noticed the door unlocked, lights on, and a small smile appeared on his face.

Shirou entered his home, taking off his shoes as he opened the door, "I'm back!"

A soft but loud female voice answered him, "Welcome back, Senpai!"

A mop of soft purple hair appeared before him, as a girl dressed in Homurahara Academy's female uniform appeared from the living room.

Shirou spotted the apron in her hands, and he smiled in exasperation, "Were you about to start making dinner, Sakura?"

Matou Sakura smiled, "Of course, Fujimura-sensei is coming over later. Apparently she has to grade homework."

The redhead sighed, "How many times do I have to tell you you don't-"

The girl cut him off cheekily, "Ah but I have to, you never let me cook, and for once you're back late..."

Sakura trailed off, a teasing smile that would only ever appear when they were alone, plastered on her face.

Shirou sighed again, before he smiled softly, "Fine, but I'm helping."

The girl simply giggled, "Okay."

The redhead followed his junior into the living room, before entering the kitchen.

As Shirou put on an apron, Sakura asked, "So, Senpai, where were you?"

The redhead answered as he grabbed a wok from the cupboard, "Helping Issei."

The girl smiled knowingly, "Repairs again?"

Shirou chuckled, "Yeah, pretty much. With how the school is going on with clubs and society, Issei's having a field day managing the budget."

Sakura nodded as she worked alongside him, bringing out the ingredients for dinner, "Still, it's nice of you to help him."

The young man nodded, "Thanks."

The redhead glanced at the girl, "So, what are we making tonight?"

Sakura giggled, "Can you guess?"

Shirou sighed exasperatedly, despite the smile on his face, "I'm not omnipotent, you know?"

He glanced over the ingredients she'd brought out, "Pork belly, not the ones we marinated before... veges for a slaw, breadcrumbs, eggs... We're making katsudon tonight?"

The purple haired girl nodded with a smile, "Yep!"

Shirou nodded, "Alright, ready when you are chef."

Sakura giggled as they started preparing the food.

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A while later, as the pair continued making dinner, the door slammed open, as a loud upbeat voice reached their ears, "I AM BACK!"

Shirou responded on reflex, easily recognizing the voice, "Welcome back, Fuji-nee. Dinner's almost ready."

Fujimura Taiga grinned when she entered the living room, spotting Shirou and Sakura working together to make dinner.

But what caught her attention was the fact that Sakura was the one mainly cooking, with Shirou taking care of the side jobs, "Oho, Sakura-chan managed to get you away from the stove?"

Shirou opened his mouth to answer, but the girl beat him to it, "Yes, for the first time in many days."

Taiga grinned, "Hehe, I see I see. Never thought I'd see the day Shirou would give up the kitchen."

The redhead snorted, "As if, I just came back late today."

The two females giggled at his reaction, and Taiga plopped herself down at the tatami table, making herself comfortable.

The teacher glanced around, taking in the familiar atmosphere of the house, before she grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, "Alright, let's see what's on."

The television turned on to the news channel, and Taiga sighed, "News again this morning, Shirou?"

The young man nodded, "Yeah, why?"

The woman grumbled, "You're like Kiritsugu so much I don't even know it's a good thing or a bad thing..."

Shirou chuckled, "I'll take that as a compliment."

Taiga snorted and instead focused on the news.

"Just today, a fifth murder incident was reported to have happened this week. The victim was a 35 year old female, and she was found to have been stabbed with a knife and bled to death."

The woman sighed, "Again with the murders... Some people really have nothing better to do..."

Sakura glanced at the TV, "Oh, is there another one?"

Taiga nodded, "Yeah, the fifth one this week."

Shirou plated the last of the rice, and the purple haired girl finished up with the chicken, "Where did this one happen?"

The teacher hummed, "On the far side of town I guess."

As the pair brought the food to the table, Taiga's eyes brightened up, "Oh! Katsudon for tonight?!"

The two younger occupants of the house chuckled/giggled when they saw the teacher's mouth watering, and Shirou sat down, "Yep, katsudon for tonight."

The woman giggled with anticipation as Sakura sat down beside Shirou.

"Itadakimasu!"

The three spoke out, before they started eating, Taiga devouring her food almost immediately, much to the amusement and exasperation of the two teenagers.

The woman's eyes gleamed with approval, "OHhhh! Sakura-chan! You've improved!"

Sakura smiled as she bit into her foot, "Thank you, I'm glad to hear that."

Taiga glanced at Shirou, "Right?!"

The young man took a bite from the chicken and rice, and he hummed, "Yeah... It's... certainly better than before."

Unknown to the young man, Sakura's face brightened, a small blush forming on her face at the praise.

That little bit, however, was not unnoticed by the older woman, and she grinned, "Right? I'd say she's reaching your levels soon, Shirou."

The redhead paused for a bit, before he chuckled, "I suppose so, what with her coming here to steal our secrets almost every day, right?"

Sakura easily noticed the teasing tone, and she giggled, "Of course, do be prepared when that day comes, okay?"

The three laughed at that, and Taiga turned her attention to the TV once more, something mirrored by the two teens.

"Following that, we've also received reports of explosions and gas leaks recently. Just yesterday, one such accident occurred at..."

The older woman sighed, "Murders and gas leaks, what the hell is happening to our town?"

Shirou's lips thinned. He knew, or at least, he had his suspicions to what those murders and gas leaks truly were.

Kiritsugu had made him very much aware, after all.

The young man failed to noticed the similar expression Sakura sported, and he spoke, "We should be careful, I guess."

Sakura was pulled out of her own musings, and she smiled proudly, "It's okay, I always double check our gas valves, so we're fine!"

Shirou blinked at her words, while Taiga did her best not to laugh, "Sakura, I don't think that's the point."

The young man shook his head, "But still, we should still be careful. You never know what will happen after all."

The woman's eyes gleamed, and she spoke up, "Well, of course, we can forget about all that and have Sakura-chan and I stay over, right?"

That caught both of their attention, and Sakura blushed, "Umm... I mean..."

Shirou stared at the woman accusingly, "You just want to get to eat dinner here every day, don't you, Fuji-nee?"

Taiga grinned, "Wrong! I want to eat every meal here every day!"

The young man sighed, while the purple haired girl blinked, before bursting into giggles, "I should've seen this coming."

The woman grinned, "Hehe."

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A short while later, Shirou entered the shack behind the main building of his home.

The young man turned on the lights as he let out a breath, glad that Sakura and Taiga had gone home, the latter giving the former a ride.

Shirou reached to one of the tiles on the wall, before pulling it out to reveal a stash of weaponry.

This was the stash of weapons that Kiritsugu left him. It ranged from a number of guns, daggers, blades and explosives.

Emiya Kiritsugu had come clean with him after saving him, and Shirou was under no illusions that his father was a real hero of justice.

The man's intents were good, but his actions were anything but. Regardless, Emiya Kiritsugu had been Shirou's hero, and that would never change.

Besides, they made a promise, as father and son. The last Shirou wanted to do was go back on his word.

The late spellcaster had then trained Shirou in various weapons, mostly firearms regardless of how much Shirou sucked at them, along with magecraft.

Shirou smiled as he pulled out a box, revealing a single gun with a total of 30 bullets placed around them.

A Thompson Contender.

One of the redhead's reminders of his late father. The Mystic Code that could fire off Origin Bullets, the very same bullets that sat around the gun, made of Kiritsugu's own ribs.

"Trace...on..."

Taking in the structure of the gun with Structural Analysis, Shirou smiled in satisfaction before closing the box, sliding it into the slot on the wall.

A simple gesture, but one that Shirou found comfort in doing, and it helped him focus on his training.

After tucking the box away, the young man took out another gun, a simple and generic pistol.

Running Structural Grasp on the gun, the redhead took note of the blueprint that had formed in his mind for what had to be at least the hundredth time.

Then, with skill and familiarity that came with years of practice, he dismantled the gun.

All that took less than 5 minutes, and after placing every piece down, he took a short breath and reassembled them.

Shirou then repeated that same process for most of the guns in his stash, save for the Thompson Contender for obvious reasons.

Satisfied with his progress, the young man turned to his next task.

The redhead reached to a side, grabbing a single piece of cloth, he spoke his aria once more, "Trace...on."

The image of the hammer of a gun firing appeared in his mind again, and his hands glowed.

Prana filled the cloth, as Shirou concentrated into changing, enhancing, altering the cloth.

The piece of cloth twitched, stiffening as the young man's intent slowly took effect.

Then, in the next instant, the cloth hardened, sharpening at its edges.

Letting out a breath, Shirou swung the hardened cloth a few times, nodding in satisfaction.

He then walked out of the shack, heading for the dojo that was right in front of him.

As he reached the back of the dojo, Shirou reached down, where a stack of lumber sat, and he grabbed one of them.

The redhead took a breath, "Alright."

With a heave, Shirou swung the reinforced piece of cloth at the wood, slicing it cleanly in half.

The young man nodded, letting his hold on the cloth fade away as Gaia's presence made itself known, and the cloth fell limp.

Once again satisfied with his progress, Shirou turned back to the shack. Taking a deep breath, the redhead closed his eyes.

"Trace...on."

Prana filled his body, and the young man barely held himself from gritting his teeth, "Set... Time Alter... Acce-gahhhh!"

Shirou fell to his knees, the spot beneath the nape of his nape glowing faintly, but feeling burning hot to the young man.

The redhead panted heavily as he felt the strain on his body, and he gasped for breath, "Still no good..."

That was another thing Shirou had inherited from Emiya Kiritsugu, a very small part of the Emiya magic crest.

Due to reasons hidden from him, Kiritsugu only had a small part of his family's magic crest with him, and after cashing in on some favors, they had managed to transplant that small part of the crest on Shirou's body, along with an additional of 30 magic circuits.

Unfortunately, despite the man's attempts to teach Shirou in using the Emiya family's magecraft, Time Manipulation, the young man couldn't so much activate it.

Shirou grunted as he got to his feet, and he stumbled back towards the shack, making sure to put away his collection of weaponry before going to sleep.


The young man groaned as he opened his eyes, the dark red night sky the first thing he saw.

Hanging in the skies was a dark hole. A void.

Dark mud poured out of the void, as the city burned in flames.

Shirou stared at the scene blankly, as if he wasn't looking at a scene that could only be straight from hell.

The young man, no, the young boy took a step forward.

Then another.

And another.

The heat burned him from the sides, but it didn't matter.

A familiar voice reached his ears, almost inaudible, but even then, he couldn't quite make out the words that were obviously aimed at him.

"Hey...hell...walking..."

Shirou ignored that voice, and he kept walking, just as he had done previously.

He kept walking, ignoring the screams of pain, the heat, the smell of death. He ignored everything.

Until he fell to the ground facefirst.

Shirou closed his eyes, letting the feeling of the flames sink into his body.

"Hey!"

The young boy didn't react, because he knew the nightmare would soon be coming to an end.

"HEY!"

The voice grew stronger, a familiar voice, different from the one he had heard before.

Something, no, someone pulled Shirou, turning his body over so that he was facing the sky.

The bizarre sight of the void entered his sights again, but it was quickly covered by a familiar face.

His father's face, one that sported one of the brightest smiles, the first true smile the boy that would soon be known as Emiya Shirou had ever seen.


Shirou groaned as he opened his eyes, the familiar sight of his house's ceiling in front of him.

He let out a breath, "How long has it been since the last time I had that dream?"

The redhead shook his head, and he got up, starting his daily routine.

As he did his morning warmup, doing pushups, sit-ups, and bokken swings in the dojo, Shirou heard the familiar voice his his friend, "Senpai!"

The redhead smiled as he wiped the sweat off his face, and he turned to see Sakura at the door, "Sakura, good morning."

The purple haired girl smiled, "Good morning, Senpai."

Sakura gave him a brief lookover, and she smiled, "Morning workout?"

Shirou nodded, "Yeah, sorry, I'll finish up in a bit and get started on breakfast. What time is it again?"

The purple haired girl blinked, "Eh? No no! It's okay, take your time! It's still 7.30am only."

The redhead blinked, "Oh, I see."

Sakura giggled, "Yep, I'm just early today."

Shirou nodded, "I see... but I'm finishing up soon anyway."

The girl nodded, "Okay, I'll wait in the living room then."

The redhead nodded as he continued his swings, "Sure."

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Later, as Shirou was showering, the young man blinked when he noticed a small speck of red on the back of his left hand, "Huh?"

He tried to scrub it off, but it wouldn't come off, "Huh, I don't remember getting a paint stain..."

A stray thought entered his mind, an inkling of what the red spot might truly be, something Kiritsugu had told him in the past.

Shirou quickly pushed that thought away, "Nah, Kiritsugu said it wouldn't happen for at least another... 50 years or so?"

He sighed and quickly finished showering, he didn't want to keep Sakura waiting, after all. Or worse, keep Taiga waiting for breakfast.

After getting dressed, Shirou headed for the kitchen, and as he had hoped, Sakura was there at the table patiently waiting for him.

The purple haired girl smiled when she saw him, "Senpai!"

The redhead smiled, "I'll get started on breakfast, Fuji-nee shouldn't be here for half an hour I believe."

Sakura giggled, "I'll help you."

Shirou smiled and nodded, "Sure, we're making the standard today."

The girl nodded, "Fish, rice and tamagoyaki, yes?"

The redhead nodded, "Yep."

The pair started to work on breakfast, and it went relatively peaceful and smoothly.

Until Shirou asked, "Sakura, can you pass me the plates?"

The girl nodded, "Of course."

She reached into the cupboards, and grabbed three plates, before turning to Shirou, "Here."

The redhead smiled and took them, "Thanks, Sa-"

He stopped when he spotted a bruise on Sakura's hand, "Sakura, your hand."

The girl's eyes widened, and she immediately covered the bruise, which only served to confirm Shirou's suspicions, "Shinji again?"

Sakura's eyes widened further, "No! I-it's my fault! I... I hurt myself when I fell this morning! That's all!"

The redhead frowned, "That's not something you can get from a fall, Sakura."

The girl's eyes dropped, knowing how fake her excuse was, "It's not his fault... I-I really hurt myself, that's it!"

Shirou's lips thinned, and he decided not to pry any further, "Fine, I trust you."

Sakura looked down, not daring to meet his eyes, and Shirou sighed, "Look, I'm sorry for springing that on you..."

The girl shook her head, "N-no, it's fine, let's finish up with breakfast. Fujimura-sensei won't be happy if it's not ready when she comes."

Shirou nodded, "...Yeah..."


A while later, Shirou walked past the hallways of school as usual, what happened in the morning still fresh on his mind.

Matou Shinji, Matou Sakura.

Shirou knew who they were, obviously. His father had taught him the ins and outs of the town.

People whom he should look out for, and people whom he should watch, be wary of.

The Matou family had been one of them. While Shirou wasn't told the specifics, he knew that the Matou family had participated in the Fourth Holy Grail War 10 years ago.

He frowned, Kiritsugu hadn't bothered to teach him too much about the families of magi in the town, only who they were and who to watch out for.

Instead, the frail man had opted to teach Shirou how to fight. Despite Shirou's decision in taking over Kiritsugu's dream, the assassin had insisted that Shirou learn of his ways, if only to never repeat them.

When it came to knowing the town and specific personnel, it had been pretty much the Matou family and the Einzbern family, the former being one that Shirou had to avoid, and the latter to be aware of for personal reasons.

But that reason disappeared a year before Kiritsugu's untimely passing, or at least, according to Kiritsugu himself.

Shirou's fingers twitched, but before he could continue his line of thought, a mop of brown hair appeared before him, and he stopped walking.

"Oh, Emiya-kun?"

Shirou blinked when he saw a familiar face in front of him, "Tohsaka."

He realized he had reached the stairs, and apparently Tohsaka Rin had been climbing the stairs, almost bumping into him.

The twin tailed girl apologized, "Sorry, I almost ran into you."

Shirou shook his head, "No, it's fine."

Rin studied him for a moment, "Okay, thanks, I'll see you around then."

With that said, the girl turned and walked in the opposite direction, leaving Shirou to his own devices.

Ignoring the sudden increase in whispers around him, Shirou continued walking towards the cafeteria.

Tohsaka Rin, another big name Shirou had been made aware of. But according to Kiritsugu, there wasn't a need to bother, simply because Tohsaka Rin was the last of the family.

That was why Shirou allowed him to relax in school. Despite their differences, they were still fellow schoolmates.

That, and despite years of knowing them, Shinji and Sakura more so than Rin, he had never seen signs of them being involved in the Moonlit World, as little as he was exposed to it.


Soon, Shirou found himself in the school cafeteria. Normally he would've been eating in the student council room, most likely assisting Issei in repairs.

But today, with what happened in the morning, Shirou hadn't had the mood to prepare lunch.

So he found himself at the school's vending machine, punching in a ticket for a set meal.

"Oh, having the chef's signature meal today?"

Shirou turned to see a brunette grinning at him, "Oh, Mitsuzuri."

Mitsuzuri Ayako grinned, "Not eating with the stuck up four eyes today?"

The ghost of a smile appeared on his face, "He won't leave you alone if he hears that, you know?"

The girl smirked, "What he doesn't know won't hurt him."

Shirou chuckled as he took his ticket, Ayako following him into the line, "Say, Mitsuzuri, how's Sakura been in club activities these days?"

Ayako raised an eyebrow, "Sakura? She's doing well I guess, she practices really hard."

The redhead nodded, "I see, anything weird happen these days?"

The girl shrugged, "With Sakura? Not really."

The two took their trays from the counter, and Ayako sighed as they went to get a table, "What's giving me a headache is Shinji these days..."

Shirou blinked, "Shinji? What's going on?"

Ayako took a generous bite of her rice, an annoyed expression on her face, "He's been lashing out on the first years lately."

The redhead blinked in confusion, "Huh? What for?"

The girl sighed, "Word is he got shot down by Tohsaka... and it went really badly."

Shirou blinked, "Wait what?"

Ayako nodded, "Yep, and I've had to keep an eye on him every time we have practice. It's been a pain!"

The redhead nodded, "I see."

The brunette swallowed a mouthful of food, "Still, I hear he might be planning to get even with her... somehow."

Shirou raised an eyebrow, "Really now?"

Ayako nodded, "Yep."

The redhead asked, "I doubt Shinji would wanna involve himself with someone who rejected him though, would he?"

The girl nodded, "That would be the case if they kept their distance, but for some reason, Tohsaka's been coming to watch our sessions a lot these days."

Shirou blinked, "Oh?"

Ayako smiled, "Well, you wouldn't know of course, since you quit and all."

The young man sighed, "Yeah yeah."

The girl just chuckled at his expression before they continued to eat.


The day went by uneventfully, and whilst Shirou had seen Shinji in class, they hadn't spoken, nor did the redhead find a suitable time to talk to his friend in private.

So he went home, convincing himself if Sakura said it was fine, it would be fine.

Shirou's mind wandered off, a dangerous thought entering his mind. He had tons of weapons, non-fatal ones.

It would be easy. Too easy in fact.

If Matou Shinji had been trained in magecraft, then the purple haired teen wouldn't expect an attack in the form of an assassination.

At least, not in the way Shirou had been taught.

Shirou stopped and berated himself. Regardless of everything, Shinji was still his friend, moreover, he was Sakura's brother.

It was obvious Sakura cared for her brother, despite their difficult relationship. And regardless of how close they were, he doubted Sakura would ever forgive him if she found out he'd attacked Shinji.

The redhead walked back home, crossing the roads, until he passed a very familiar looking girl, who walked in the opposite direction as him.

Shirou snapped his head back, and there she was.

A young girl with long white hair, pale skin and red eyes. The telltale signs of an Einzbern.

But what caught his attention was her appearance. Her face.

A car passed by between them, and she vanished.

The redhead turned and broke into a dash, sprinting back for his home, and as soon as he did, he opened what used to be Kiritsugu's room.

Shirou pulled open the drawers, bringing out an album, and he flipped through the pages.

Until he found what he wanted.

A family portrait of the Emiya family, or rather, one of the late Emiya family excluding himself.

It showed Kiritsugu with a beautiful white haired woman.

Irisviel von Einzbern.

His late adoptive mother. Someone Shirou would have loved to meet, but didn't have the luck to do so.

Another figure was also in the picture, a young girl.

Illyasviel von Einzbern.

His adoptive older sister. Late adoptive sister, as Kiritsugu had told him some time before his untimely death.

After Shirou had convinced Kiritsugu to teach him, the frail man had told him a lot. Including the truth of the disaster 10 years ago, his late adopted mother, and his adopted sister.

Kiritsugu had initially been under the false impression, that Illya had hated him. But Shirou had convinced him otherwise.

It had brought the spark of life back into the man's eyes, something Shirou had only really seen twice, one of them was when they'd come to an agreement.

That agreement had been to train Shirou, bring him to his peak, and they would save Illya from the Einzbern castle.

The other time Shirou had seen that spark of life, was when he vowed to take over Kiritsugu's dream of being a hero of justice.

Everything Kiritsugu taught him, including the large reserve of mana prisms that sat beneath the house, made from drawing upon the leyline beneath his home, was for the purposes of retrieving Illya, and then his task in becoming a hero of justice.

That had changed a year before Kiritsugu died. According to the frail man, one of his contacts had found out that Illya had died.

It drained his drive, and while the frail Magus Killer had continued Shirou's training, the young man could tell his heart wasn't in it.

So to see a girl, an Einzbern, that looked exactly like his late older sister, with the only difference being the age.

It confused him, and at the same time, brought him a rightful amount of rage. Because it meant one thing.

Someone had molded the girl to look exactly like his late sister.

Shirou closed the album, tucking it back into the drawer, and he headed for the shack.

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The next morning, Shirou walked to school alone.

Sakura had gone to school early for clubs with Taiga, leaving the redhead to clean up the dishes. Plus, both females wouldn't be having dinner with him today.

Sakura had some business at home, and Taiga had more papers to grade.

That gave him some time alone, time that he very much appreciated, as he needed to sort out his thoughts.

Until he reached Homurahara Academy.

The moment Shirou took a step into the school boundaries, he felt a pulse, a very familiar yet disturbing pulse.

A Bounded Field.

The young man suppressed the urge to scowl, or reveal anything on his face, lest he exposed himself.

His fingers twitched. First, someone with the face of his late sister.

Then a Bounded Field in his school.

Shirou suppressed his urge to find out who had created the Bounded Field, and he headed to class, deciding to look into it later.


Later that day, Shirou sat in the student council room, fixing more heaters and coolers.

Issei sat in the room, "Hey Emiya, a weird question."

The redhead nodded, "Yeah?"

The blue haired teen asked, "Have you felt weirdly tired today? Or like someone's been watching you?"

Shirou blinked, alarm bells in his mind, "...No, why?"

Issei hummed, "I see... Forget it then, it might be just me."

The redhead paused, before he nodded, "I see..."

The blue haired teen nodded, before he spoke up again, "Speaking of which, it's weird to see Tohsaka calling in sick today."

Shirou blinked, "Tohsaka?"

Issei nodded, "Yeah, I didn't see her, so I checked. She called in sick this morning."

The redhead blinked again, before he nodded slowly, "I see..."

That sort of ruled her out as the one who put on the Bounded Field, but he couldn't be sure either.

Shirou continued working on the heater, and he quickly finished up with it, "Alright, that's one done."

Issei nodded, "Thanks, it's getting a bit late, how about we leave them here and continue tomorrow?"

The redhead shook his head, "No, it's fine. I can finish up with them today."

He glanced at his friend, "If you have something on, you can head home first, I know where these go."

Issei blinked, and he nodded, "I'll take you up on that if you're offering."

Shirou chuckled, "No need to be like that, friends help each other out, yeah?"

The blue haired teen smiled, "I owe you one."

The redhead smiled in return, "Don't worry about it."

Issei nodded, "I'm off then, don't stay too long."

Shirou simply waved him off as the student council president left.

As soon as the blue haired teen left, the redhead went all out on the repairs, finishing all of them in half an hour.

Structural Grasping was a godsend.

As Shirou was putting the last of the heaters and coolers away, some voices reached his ears, and he spotted Matou Shinji and a pair of girls, juniors from the lower years.

Shinji raised an eyebrow, "Oh, Emiya. You're still here?"

Shirou thinned his lips, "Shinji."

The blue haired teen noticed the heaters and coolers, "Oh, what are you doing with those?"

The redhead followed his line of sight, and he answered, "I'm helping Issei with repairs."

Shinji raised an amused eyebrow, "Repairs? What, you've become a technician now?"

Shirou let out a breath, ignoring his question, "I have something to ask you, mind coming with me for a minute?"

The blue haired teen raised an eyebrow, "A minute? I'll have to say no, I'm a busy man, you know?"

Shinji smirked, "Whatever you want can wait."

With that said, he started to walk away, the two girls following him reluctantly, until Shirou spoke up again, "It's about Sakura's bruises."

That stopped them, and Shinji turned back, "What about Sakura?"

Shirou narrowed his eyes, "Don't dodge the question."

The blue haired teen held back a scowl, "I don't know, and frankly I don't care."

The redhead stared back firmly, "Even when she's your sister?"

Shinji didn't hide his scowl, "You're starting to piss me off, you know that? We're siblings alright, and you shouldn't poke your head into where it doesn't belong."

The blue haired teen continued, "Or what? Did she tell you I hit her?"

Shirou let out a breath to calm himself down, "...No... She didn't."

Shinji snort, "There you go then."

The blue haired teen patted the redhead's shoulder mockingly, "You can't just blame people without proof, ya know? It's no good."

Shirou brushed his hand off, "Duly noted."

Shinji scoffed, "Good."

With that said, the blue haired teen turned and walked away, smiling at the two girls, "Come on, the shop will close soon, we don't want that, right?"

The girls spared Shirou a glance, unsure of what to make of their conversation, before following Shinji out of the school.

The redhead stared at the three as they vanished down the stairs, before he sighed, 'I almost lost control there.'

Shirou didn't necessarily liked his father's teachings, but they slipped through occasionally. If he hadn't held back, he probably would've strangled the other teen.

The redhead shook his head and turned to put away the rest of the heaters and coolers, walking down the corridors again.


A while later, Shirou walked out of the building. He sighed as he noticed the now night sky.

He had tried to figure out the Bounded Field that surrounded the school, but no such luck.

The young man did manage to find a few magic circles, but he didn't exactly have a way to undo them, nor could he trace them back to the owner.

He was a spellcaster, not a real magus. The only real way he could undo the field was by confronting the owner.

Shirou sighed, "I guess I'll figure it out somehow."

He took a step towards the gates, until he heard some noise.

Not just any noises, but clangs, and the familiar sound of metal striking each other.

The redhead quietly made his way towards the sound, and his eyes widened when he saw what, or exactly who had been making the noise.

A pair of men, blades in hand.

One was clad in blue with a red spear, the other was clad in red with a pair of Chinese swords, one black and one white.

Sparks flew, as the two moved with speed, skill and precision that would have been impossible for any human being.

The redhead quickly knew what they were, or at least, he had a heavy suspicion.

Servants. Heroic Spirits.

Shirou instinctively activated his Structural Grasp, his eyes running over the man cloaked in red, and he instantly felt a splitting headache.

Something snapped, or rather, awaked inside of him, as information of the two blades, along with the red spear, forced their way into his mind.

But as soon as they came, they vanished, as Shirou closed his eyes in pain before the process could complete itself.

Shirou took a shaky step back, and in his pain, failed to do so quietly.

That gave him away, for the spear man yelled, "Who's there?!"

The redhead cursed himself for his carelessness, and broke into a sprint, missing the smirk on the other man's face as the spearman gave chase.

Despite the splitting headache that was slowly fading, Shirou ran with all he had.

The young man had no illusions he could fight a Servant, a Heroic Spirit no less.

He needed something else, and the strongest weapon he had at the moment, was his father's Thompson Contender.

Shirou cursed himself mentally as he spoke, "Trace on... Set... Time Alter... Accel!"

He prayed to his father, his late family, and whatever deity that would take pity on him.

His magic circuits flared, the magic crest on his back glowing faintly, and something else inside him along with them.

Everything slowed down for him, and Shirou dashed forward at speeds he could never have achieved before.

In the blink of an eye, Shirou was back in his home, and he wasted no time trying to reach for his weapon stash.

Keyword being tried.

"That's some amazing speed right there, you a magus or something?"

Shirou's eyes widened, and his blood ran cold, as he turned backwards on reflex.

Only to catch a glimpse of the Servant, before he felt a devastating kick on his body, sending him crashing straight into his shack.

Shirou groaned as his entire body hurt, as if a freight train had slammed into him. How he was still alive, he didn't know.

But he could certainly feel the pain, or rather, the only thing he could feel was pain.

The blue haired man sighed, "I really didn't want to kill an innocent bystander, but I guess you're not exactly innocent. Maybe you were, but that's neither here nor there."

He brandished his spear, "That was some impressive speed there, I won't lie. But that's all you had, I guess."

Shirou grunted as he struggled to his feet, and he spotted weapons scattered around the floor, having crashed into his stash from the Servant's kick.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, the Thompson Contender was still in the box.

So he grabbed what he could, a Calico M950, and he pulled the trigger.

A rain of bullets shot towards the Servant, much to the blue haired man's surprise. The Servant spun his spear, deflecting most of the bullets.

He smirked, "Good attempt, but normal guns won't work kid-!"

His eyes widened, for in Shirou's hands, was a grenade launcher, and the redhead fired.

An explosion blasted the Servant away from the shack, and something caught Shirou's eyes.

A magic circle, the same one Kiritsugu had used to summon his Servant in the Fourth Holy Grail War.

Another way to fight back, but he would be opening another can of worms he didn't really want to open.

Compared to using an Origin Bullet, one of the last reminders of his father, Shirou made a choice.

Pushing all of the junk to a side, Shirou glanced at the growing red speck on his hand.

It was all or nothing, and if he failed, he would die.

Pumping magical energy into his left arm, he held it forward, supported by his right arm, as he started the chant Kiritsugu had given him years ago.

"Let silver and iron be the essence!"

The magic circle glowed faintly, responding to Shirou's prana and intents.

"Let stone and the Archduke of Pacts be the foundation."

The faint glow turned into a bright one, and Shirou felt his prana drop slightly.

"Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall."

"Let the four cardinal gates close."

Something awakened in Shirou, the same thing he had felt when he activated Time Alter for the first time in years. But he didn't stop, he couldn't.

"Let the three-forked road form the crown reaching unto the Kingdom."

Shirou could hear the Servant getting to his feet, and time was running out, but he continued.

"Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill)."

"Shatter once filled."

"Heed my words! Your flesh shall be with me! My fate shall be with your blade!"

Something stirred, and Shirou almost slipped, almost.

"If thou submit to the call of the Holy Grail, if thou adhere to this will and truth, ANSWER MY CALL!"

The glow intensified, and the feeling inside Shirou made it's presence known to the young man.

"An oath shall be sworn here! I shall attain all virtues of all of Heaven!"

"I shall have dominion over all evils of all of Hell!"

A presence from the circle made itself known, answering Shirou's call, and all he needed to do was finish the ritual.

The Servant outside the shack evidently sensed the ritual, for he too was a Heroic Spirit, and he cursed, "As if I'd let you finish the ritual!"

"From the Seventh Heaven, thou, attended by three great words of power, COME FORTH FROM THE RING OF RESTRAINT, PROTECTOR OF THE HOLY BALANCE!"

The blue haired man's spear lashed out, but it was already done.

A bright burst of light and prana filled the shack, and the Servant was sent flying, skidding across the ground of the Emiya residence.

Shirou panted as he felt his reserves drop, but his eyes widened when he saw who he had summoned.

"Servant, Saber/Archer/Lancer/Assassin/Caster/Rider/Berserker..."

Seven voices, seven exact same voices asked him the same question.

"I ask of you, are my master?"

At that moment, Shirou, shocked at who had appeared before him, failed to recognize one fact.

Each of the Servants he'd summoned had announced themselves to be of a different class.

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That's the first chapter!, please do tell me what yall think.

We've got an Artoria for each of the 7 basic classes, I'm sure anyone who's played FGO would know who they are.

So yeah, really excited to do this story and see how it goes.

Read and review please!