This story is based on deez - deez nuts.
I don't own anything, including the characters.
All credits go to Type-Moon and Hypergryph. And to Ken Law, for the sibling dynamic.
Revised, 9/28/2022.
A streak-white hall decorated with simple plastic chairs: a dozen, split evenly on each side, with six chairs against the left side of the wall and six against the right. They're a shade of light blue, duplicates of the same make, and spaced equally, giving surrounding occupants enough room. Individuals rested upon them, awaiting their call to a room whose doors stayed locked a few meters away. If they sat on the left, the door would be on the left, and if on the right, vice versa, the right.
Ancients, the dominant inhabitants of Terra sporting various animalistic features, filled both sides. Distinguishable and distinct, none were the same, excluding two nearly identical Lupus. Pale; almost deathly so skin, with hair like the purest silver, not unlike unsullied snow gleaming in the sunshine. With eyes to match: grey, cold, and steely — a scar ran down the left eye of one. The scarred one had wild cascading hair running down their back, while the other's was relatively short and well kept. Garbed in all black, the only difference in their clothing is exposure, along with their height. While the taller figure with the scar wore shorts that nowhere near reached their knees, the shorter: about a head shorter, wore pants that completely covered their legs. Both wore the same jacket, but instead of an open midriff, a unique black vest could be glimpsed through the garment's opening near the bottom worn by the shorter pair.
They're seated on the right wall, farthest from the locked door and nearest to the open exit. Side by side, their chairs seemed to have been modified: pushed closer to each other, almost connecting.
The shuffle of clothing, followed by a weak exhale of the shorter Lupo. The two Lupus clothed in similar black garbs turned, eyes locking, identical silver; the scarred pair glinted while the other merely narrowed. Arms raised, the taller Lupo extended their right arm with the palm faced downward, reaching for the shorter's head. The shorter Lupo's left arm momentarily swept it aside with the dorsal, deflecting on the taller Lupo's wrist and pushing with a casual swipe, knocking away the incoming hand.
Unrelenting, the right commenced bout after bout, reaching again and again; subsequently deflected by the left again and again.
On the eighth try came a shuffle and a sigh. The shorter Lupo bore their eyes into gray equivalent, then shifted them close. Their posture returned to the wall, turning and laying their back against the chair, seeing that it was useless stopping their companion. The other set of eyes glowed along with a plastered smile in response, reaching forward once more without resistance, victorious.
Laughter, mirthful and melodious, rang the silent hall like the chime of bells. The other occupants turned their heads, eyes affixed on silver figures in black. One comparatively taller with a scar on the left eye, grasping, hands swift in motion: caressing, hands running through and across silver locks. The shorter Lupo twitched, their head rubbed and harassed, along with wolf-like ears by the taller. With their arms crossed, eyes closed, the shorter of the pair seemed to hold a great deal of patience. But then again, even that began to run out as time progressed, an imaginary tick forming upon their head.
Another tick formed, then another, and one more. The longer and louder the howling giggles of the taller Lupo resounded, the more ticks would appear on the shorter's head. Louder and booming, the volume of the taller Lupo's laughter reached its climax until prematurely shattered to silence by broken glass.
Fine, imaginary red particles that used to be tick marks fell dramatically as the shorter Lupo slowly stood.
The taller Lupo shook, her arms retracting to her sides. Their gray, silver eyes gazed into black leather, then helplessly tilted to meet the shorter Lupo's eyes, just in time to see them raise a fist.
It will be recounted that on an ordinary day aboard the Rhodes Island, a loud and pained yelp could be heard across the whole landship.
The spectators inwardly winced from the harsh treatment, their heads turning from silver figures to white walls.
Another shuffle, the rustle of clothing against plastic as the shorter Lupo sat down. A hmph, justifiably proud, huffed out from the now seated figure. It buried itself, resounding, twitching the two large, wolf-like ears of the taller Lupo.
"Emiyaaaa! Why'd you hit me that hard?!" Whining, unremorseful, echoed loudly. The taller Lupo's hands clutched her silver locks, ruffling and comforting to try and ease the pain.
"Not hard enough," a gruff mumbled reply from the shorter Lupo, Emiya, equally unremorseful, arms crossed, head turned, and barely audible.
The twitch of ears, furred, extremely recipient of noise. \]While others may not have heard what he said, the taller Lupo certainly did. Emiya heard a growl from his companion, then felt a light ache. Soft thuds: from the side which the fisted bottom of the taller Lupo's two palms repeatedly slammed, pounding furiously. He turned, his eyes locking into watery parallels. A flash of conflicted emotions briefly filled his eyes, eliciting a sigh. His eyes closed before opening once more.
Emiya reached out with his palm, placing it gently atop the silver locks of the other Lupo. Side to side, with a gentle rhythm, he comforted her.
"I'll make you something later, Lapp, so stop that." His tone was even and bleak but soothing nonetheless.
"Hehe." A toothy grin made by Lappland, her visible fangs glinting slightly off the ceiling lights. A thin upward-curved line of Emiya's mouth greeted the grin in return.
The next moment though, his smile was gone, eyes narrowing as two slaps made by Lappland resounded. His gaze shifted slightly downward, peering into pale legs while Lappland invitingly patted her thighs.
"Really? There's no way I hit you that hard, right?" Exasperation, thick and mournful, left Emiya's lips.
A hasty nod by Lapplandd, her eyes gleaming a fierce intensity, told the answer. "Yes. And you wouldn't want to make your big sister cry again, do you?" Shamelessness, accentuated and made noticeable by another gentle slap on her thigh. Lappland giggled once more.
"Fine. But don't push it... I can't believe we're actually related..." Emiya took a step, shoulders slumping, and then another step, taking three steps in total until he was directly in front of Lappland. His eyes were downcast into pale legs, devoid and hollow as if recalling his stupidity a lifetime ago. Begrudgingly turning, his back turned to his sister's, he lowered himself directly onto her lap. As soon as he did, Lappland wrapped her arms around the front, hugging and trapping him in the same instance.
"Of course, lil' bro. Have you looked in the mirror? We're practically twins! But if we are, then why are you so short?"
"I'm still growing... Lapp," he replied, his mind elsewhere. Lappland nodded.
"You're so mature, I forget that you're twelve. Was it eleven? Eh, you're a small kid, basically." And with that, she laid her head on Emiya's.
While it wasn't terribly uncomfortable, the protrusion of crystal-like solids on his sister's thighs ached Emiya's own, alleviated by reinforcement on the parts of his pants that touched them. These crystals are signs of Oripathy, an incurable disease caused by Originium.
"Marketable... plushie...," Lappland heard him mumble, shaking, and tensing up in her arms but wasn't bothered to care.
A hum shortly entered Emiya's ears after Lappland laid her head on his. Good grief. "What are you all looking at?" Emiya rhetorically questioned the various eyes he felt strayed on him, sending out a glare. The sound of shifting occupants, turning and shuffling, and a cough or two followed. He shook his head but couldn't really manage with the weight above his head and his body practically deadlocked by Lappland's bodypillow-tight hug. A sigh escaped his lips, along with a mumble.
"Damn E-Rank, Luck..."
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Only two seated, silver figures remained in the white hallway after a significant time. It's been a few hours, and Lappland was the only operator remaining that needed to make a report. Their heads turned, the buzz of an automatic door opening. Footsteps followed out, three visible figures approaching: One, a hooded figure in uniform, and walking beside them in similarly uniformed attire with two bunny-like ears, was a Cautus, and the one pacing a step or two behind was a Feline with a stethoscope around the neck. As the steps drew near, Emiya closed his eyelids, attention elsewhere and thoughts personal. Suddenly, the steps halted, allowing silence to permeate the area into delicate quietness.
"Operator Lappland, who's that Lupo in your arms?" Emiya's ears twitched irritably, hands clenched, body tensing in the arms of the questioned Lappland. Something about the voice screamed, "punch me, I'm an idiot!" His eyelids slowly peeled open as a response to the burning gaze directed his way by the hooded yet discernable figure. Steel-gray, garbed in black, met golden-bronze, garbed in uniform, both turning into sharp, piercing glares.
Two sets of eyes: blue and green, belonging to the Cautus and Feline, respectively, gazed at the hooded figure and then focused on the Lupo in Lappland's arms. The small stature and glaring of the short Lupo made an adorable sight, if not for the shivers along their spines, like blades pressed against the throat. A hum passed by in the background, courtesy of the oblivious Lappland.
"Ah, Doctor, this is my lil' bro, Emiya!" Lappland's tone was boisterous, like the revealing of a prized possession, answering the hooded figure's earlier question with a toothy grin. She held him up by the armpits for an added dramatic flair, as if showing off a grand medal for the world to see.
Various degrees of confusion flashed from the standing figures, but all three had a glint of recognition.
Lappland hummed, settling Emiya in her lap, "I didn't know you were so popular, bro." Teasing and playful, her hands shot up, rushing onto Emiya's silver locks, disorganizing and disordering them. Grumbles of protest were promptly snuffed by the motion of her hands — or simply ignored.
The preemptive tiebreaker of the staring contest earned the Cautus a small smile, her lips curving slightly, a sigh of relief escaping them as the tense atmosphere alleviated.
Meanwhile, the Feline had no reaction or didn't show one, her face one of natural neutrality.
The hooded figure chuckled in response to the scene, drawing the eyes of the Feline. After composing themselves, coughing to clear their throat, they addressed the harrassed Lupo.
"Is this a permanent arrangement or a vacation?"
A knowing grin in response, "Are you still a Hero of Justice, Shirou Emiya?"
Another chuckle, the hooded figure, Shirou, reached behind the back of their head, awkwardly scratching.
"This is the first time we've had a normal conversation without your swords at my throat, isn't it? Anyways, it seems Operator Lappland has much to discuss. Right, then go on in. I've things to do. Dr. Kal'Tsit, the green on here, will oversee your stay." The Feline, Kal'Tsit, turned and tilted her head, silent irritation oozing from her frame. "Also, our cute mascot bunny here is Amiya. Treat her well." And with that, Shirou left with a quick wave of goodbye.
The Cautus, Amiya, returned him a wave of her own, while the Feline, Dr. Kal'Tsit, merely observed.
Emiya glanced up at the Feline, Dr. Kal'Tsit, who regarded him with a silent stare before taking off.
"Come." Coat fluttering with a swift change of direction, Kal'Tsit's steps followed into the office. The Cautus immediately followed after, and so did the other two, footsteps not far behind.
End.~
"Lapp, I can't feel my lower half. Carry me."
"I didn't hear 'please.'"
"Enjoy the cafeteria food then."
"Okay, okay. Geez."
Of Chapter 1. LMAO.
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