Chapter 2

A world of unlimited blades, it truly was something amazing to look at, but it definitely wasn't something that should be possible. The world was vast, filled with different weapons, mostly swords. There was a darkening sky with both a sun below the horizon and a moon rising to the sky, a soft rain sprinkled down from the few clouds in the sky. Louise looked around and saw patches of green grass growing intermittently throughout the world.

She looked around but found no one else in the vast world. Though, as she began to walk around, flashing images began to race through her mind. In one image, she saw a younger version of her familiar with a woman with beautiful, long, bright red hair, blue eyes, and a bright smile feeding children at a small village of some sort.

Another showed him, at an even younger age, with another woman with hair tied in a ponytail, with a darker shade of red that was more similar to Shirou's hair. She had on glasses and was smoking just like she had seen Shirou do previously. Shirou was creating some kind of mechanical butterfly or something, while the woman watched him work with a smile on her face.

Another showed him at what appeared to be his current age, walking with a young girl with white hair on his back. They appeared to be walking through a forest of some kind in the snow. Something Louise realized from these brief memories, were that they all seemed to be happy moments from his life. She wondered who each person was in those memories, figuring one of them, more than likely, had to be his mother.

As she walked, she saw a raised hill, with weapons on it that seemed more important than the others. She saw a beautiful and ornate longsword with some strange writing on the blade. Beside it were a few other swords, sleeker and simpler, but all seemed similar in some ways, and different in others. She knew the one with strange writing had to be the most important though.

The others seemed like they were meant to fulfill a purpose. They were weapons of choosing, of kings and queens. Then, there were the others, weapons that seemed to be made just to kill, a red barbed spear, a sinister looking black sword, and spiked chain with a scythe. She then noticed a hill of swords that were different from the others.

For some reason, she felt like these were a part of her familiar, of Shirou. As she passed the many different types of swords, she noticed that this hill contained purple butterflies and flowers. She raised her hand up as one flew by, seeing as it moved through her hand, unfazed. She then saw white daggers stabbed into the ground, surrounding a slightly curved sword with a butterfly marking on the pommel.

She reached her hand out towards it, before seeing another image pop up in her mind. It showed a beautiful young girl with short purple hair, purple eyes, and dark skin wearing a pure white dress. Louise watched as she pulled Shirou's hand close to her heart and looked at him with teary eyes. "Meeting you...has made me happy. You, who continues to live, despite my touch. You, who shows no hesitance in touching me, I would serve you...for all eternity, Master."

Louise's face went red, feeling like she was intruding on memories that were personal. Honestly, she wasn't expecting to see such a memory. She then realized what the girl in the memory called him. 'She called him, Master. Didn't she?' She thought to herself. She watched as Shirou responded with smile, before placing a hand on top of her head. The girl then leaned into him, as the memory began to fade away.

She began to wonder why she was seeing these memories, before wondering if she should apologize to Shirou when she saw him again. She then heard a voice inside of her head, "No, you'll lose all hope, just as I have!" She felt a sharp pain in her head, before she noticed she was looking at a totally different scene.

It was her familiar, holding one of the beautiful longswords in his left hand. A name popped up in her mind, "Caliburn", that was its name. She noticed something odd, something that threw her mind off. Her familiar was missing his right arm below his elbow. She looked up at the warrior in red, with white hair and dark skin. He was holding two curved swords, one black and one white. She noticed that he had a wound in his stomach, as if something blasted through him.

Some information entered her brain, telling her he lost the arm during the fight. Though, she didn't get any more information than that. She'd have to ask Shirou about it when she woke up. She watched as the two stared at each other, "Perhaps, I would have lost hope just like you. I won't deny that. However, I can't afford to let that happen."

"I have people counting on me. I have a sister who needs me, a mother and aunt who are worried about me, two sisters who call me their friend need my help, and Serenity, who I swore to return to. So, I can't afford to lose hope. For them, my resolve won't waver." She watched as Shirou raised his sword up and pointed it at the red warrior. "I will defeat you, even if I have to sacrifice my other arm." He said with a smirk. Shirou then stabbed the sword into the ground, before Louise heard something that caused her vision to swim.

"I am the bone of my sword." She then saw a sword land in front of her, followed by another, then another, until she looked up and saw a tidal wave of swords beginning to fall. She began to panic, before she closed her eyes and waited for the inevitable. She waited, but nothing came.

She opened her eyes and saw the ceiling of her room. She looked around, before realizing she was still lying-in bed. She let out a sigh of relief, before she heard the sound of small taps. She turned her head to the origin of the sound, finding her familiar sitting at the desk in her room. He was only wearing the red shirt he wore underneath everything, indicating he took off his black button up shirt sometime through the night.

He ran a hand through his hair, before standing up and stretching. She looked closely at his right arm, trying to understand what she had seen in her dream. However, all she saw at the moment, was a healthy arm, if a bit muscular. She supposed that was good, it wouldn't be good if he was a cripple, she didn't need anyone picking on her familiar.

She watched as he reached into the bag that was hanging off the back of the chair, pulled out a box of 'Cigarettes', and proceeded to stick one in his mouth. Though, she found it odd that he didn't light it, like the one the previous night. She tilted her head, before clearing her throat to let him know she was awake. He flinched, before turning his head and smiling at the awakened Louise.

"Ah, master, good morning. I take it you slept well?" He walked over towards the table opposite of where he was working and poured a hot drink into a cup. He added a few things to it, before stirring it. He walked over and held it out towards her. "I usually make this for my sister when she wakes up in the mornings. It'll give you a nice boost of energy, while also making you feel better throughout the day."

Louise took the cup, looking at the greenish liquid with some hesitance, before deciding to try it. After taking a sip, she immediately took another. "What is this? It's so good!" She exclaimed, as she heard Shirou chuckle in response.

"It's green tea, made from specially grown green tea leaves. They were originally for my sister, Illya, but I'm sure she won't mind me sharing." He then walked back over to the desk where his stuff was. He quickly put his clothes back on, "So, master, what is on the today's agenda?" He asked her in an upbeat tone.

Louise then choked on her tea. She was so caught up with everything that happened, that she forgot that today was the day they were supposed to bond with their familiars. She might be able to get some answers to the questions she had after her dream. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't interested in her familiar. The few things she saw were enough to grab her attention.

She cleared her throat, trying to gain her bearings. "Today is a day off for the second-year students. We are supposed to take the day to spend time and become better acquainted with our familiars. So, after breakfast, we will be free to continue on with the rest of the day as we please." She informed him in a tone that Shirou associated with a certain twin tailed magus.

He let out a small shudder at the reminder of one of his friends. Louise raised a brow at the action, before deciding to ignore it. "So, are you going to help me get dressed?" Louise asked sheepishly. A familiar he may be, but she couldn't help but see him as so much more than that. She watched as Shirou stiffened, before he let out a nervous chuckle.

He rubbed the back of his head, "I had a feeling you'd say that..." He replied, remembering all of the times Illya pulled things like that with him. 'One doesn't live with Illya for nearly ten years without picking up a thing or two'. "Which was why I created some puppets to help you out in the mornings." He said with a smile on his face, though he seemed oblivious to the twitching eye of his master.

"Layla, begin the morning routine please." He said aloud, before Louise saw five purple butterflies, about the size of a hand, fly up from the desk. "They are based on the puppet utility familiars I use at my workshop and forge. They're encoded to you, so you can command them whenever you want. I'll need a bit more time to make a cage for them, that way you can carry them with you, but for now, they can help out around the room."

Louise watched as the butterflies danced around and tidied up some of the things in the room. She then noticed three of them begin to grab her uniform from the dresser. "Why do you call them Layla?" She asked, not even trying to hide the awe evident on her face. She looked over to Shirou and saw a sad smile on his face.

"Well, how about we wait until we have our bonding time, it'll be easier to answer any questions you may have." Louise let out a huff but didn't see any point in arguing. "Well, I'll just step outside until you're dressed. I'm looking forward to tasting the food this school provides to its students." He said while walking out the door with a smirk on his face.

Louise had to admit, Shirou was beginning to become even more interesting to her. These puppets he made were quite amazing, not to mention beautiful. She could feel the mana within them, figuring that it was because of her connection to them. The butterflies were very efficient, easily helping her get dressed for the day. It was almost as if she had a maid there to help her.

She looked at the desk that Shirou was working at, noticing the different tools lying about. She had to admit, she didn't know what some of them did, or even what they were. She did notice amethyst pieces on the table, figuring that the butterflies must have contained some. She held her hand up in front of her face, where one of the butterflies landed on it. She smiled as the wings fluttered softly. She was looking forward to speaking with him later.

Shirou had taken the whole night to think over his situation. The words he spoke to Louise weren't a lie, but he did need to think about if it was really worth it to stay here with her, rather than try to get home. Which led to him creating some puppet familiars. Of all the things that actually helped him think, working was the next best thing besides cooking.

He was somewhat interested in this world, as the mana seemed to be higher quality than what he was used to. Which led to wanting to learn about the magic they used. He blamed his mom for that curiosity. Then, there was the time period. If it was what he thought it was, then he would definitely need to offer his strength and assistance to Louise.

She reminded him of some of his friends at the clock tower, so he felt a stronger desire to help her. Besides that, he did need to take a vacation like Aoko said. His only regret was not being able to enjoy it with his sister.

After Louise was done getting dressed, the two made their way to the cafeteria. Shirou was a bit in awe at the long tables. Though, the number of students was also a bit amazing, but it had more to do with so many being in one place at one time. He took note of the cloaks, figuring that each color had to denote a separate class. He noticed some students in the halls when he was walking around while Louise was asleep but didn't really pay any mind to their cloaks until now.

He noticed Louise stop at a seat, figuring that it was hers. 'I suppose I'll just copy Sella while we're in public.' He thought to himself. He pulled out the chair, being sure to look at the food on the table. He imagined a firework exploding, activating his right eye, and completely analyzing the food present on Louise's plate. "Oh?" He muttered softly.

Louise had taken her seat and looked up at Shirou with a worried gaze. "Um, Shirou, usually the table is meant for nobility, but, if you want..." Shirou raised a hand up to stop her, giving her a soft smile in reply.

"Don't worry about it, just enjoy the food. I'll come find you when you're finished." He quickly turned and began to walk out of the room, stopping when a maid walked by. "Excuse me, where's the kitchen located?" He asked her, causing the maid to stutter her reply, probably from surprise he thought.

After getting the information he needed, he quickly made his way to the kitchen, where he found what he was looking for. "Oh, are you lost kid?" A large man in a chef's outfit asked him. Shirou shook his head.

"Actually, I wanted to talk to the chef." He replied, before walking over to the cooking station. "I happened to pass by the cafeteria and noticed the food. I wanted to meet the chef after noticing how well made everything was."

"Oh, is that so? Well, you're talking to him. The name's Marteau. By the way you're inspecting the kitchen, I'm guessing you're a chef too." Oddly enough, the man's demeanor reminded him a bit of Kairi Sisigou in that he seemed like a cool uncle type of person. Shirou let out a small laugh at the comparison.

"I enjoy cooking, but I'm not exactly a chef. Then again, if you asked my sister, she'd say I was her personal chef." Shirou said while rubbing the back of his head. "I have some time to spare, so I was wondering if you could tell me a bit about your cooking?" Shirou was really interested in the man's cooking. When he analyzed the food, he noticed that the nutritional value was quite exquisite for the ingredients that were used.

"Of course, most of the food has been served anyways." He said with a boisterous laugh. "Anything specific you'd like to know about?"

Louise walked out of the cafeteria after finishing her breakfast. She felt bad about Shirou not eating with her. Then again, he sort of left without letting her try to convince him otherwise. She wondered where he ended up wondering off to. She was worried about him getting lost. The academy was quite big, and newcomers often got lost.

However, to her surprise, Shirou walked right up to her from one of the hallways. "Ah, Louise, did you enjoy your breakfast?" He asked with a smile on his face. Louise was a bit surprised that he just appeared but was glad that he didn't get lost. She let out a sigh, before nodding.

"Yes, thanks for asking." She answered. The two then began to make their way into one of the courtyards, where both saw the students and their respective familiars. Louise noticed Shirou looking at the familiars closely, making different expressions when looking at each one. "Does your world not have familiars?" She asked, stopping at one of the tables.

"We did. Familiars aren't anything new to me but seeing so many phantasmal species in one place is a bit jarring." Louise quirked a brow at his words. "I suppose it just highlights the difference in our worlds. The butterflies I made for you; they would classify as familiars where I'm from. There are many different kinds, though I prefer animal type familiars."

"Like the butterflies?" He simply answered her with a nod. "Does your magic revolve making familiars?" She asked him, though she wasn't expecting him to start laughing. She let out an annoyed huff, while turning her head away with a pout.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to laugh. I just wasn't expecting that. My magecraft is mainly focused on material transmutation, specifically, projection, alteration, and reinforcement. Then there is Rune magecraft, which I know a bit of, as well as some spells from my crest. As for making familiars, well, it's more apt to say I make puppets that can become familiars." He explained, reaching into his jacket pocket to take out one of the cigarettes.

Louise had to admit, she was very interested in the things he was saying. While he mentioned material transmutation, he didn't mention any terms similar to what she was used to. Then there was the puppets and runes, which runes she knew, but performing magic with them? She may not be a great mage, but that didn't mean she wasn't interested in magic.

She technically had all day, so she would ask him as many questions as she could now. Anything else, she could find out in due time. Maybe with him, she might finally be able to perform magic. He came from a world with magic that seemed to be filled knowledge, so he might have a way to help her. "Um, your puppets, can they all do what the butterflies did? You said you'd explain earlier."

She watched as Shirou raised a brow, before lighting the cigarette with, what he called, a lighter. He then proceeded to put on the glasses from the day before. She noticed a slight change in his features, becoming a bit sharper, compared to the carefree look he had before. "Creating familiars is something most mages in my world can do."

"There is a traditional way of doing it, which is to place the remnants of a soul into the body of a deceased animal, repairing it, then combining it with a part one's body, hair, blood, and so on. This will give it new life, resulting in a familiar that can use magecraft, but a connection must be present as the familiar can't generate magical energy on its own. That's the simplified version of the traditional way." He finished with a sigh.

Louise was a bit troubled by Shirou's explanation. It seemed unethical to do such a thing. Honestly, she didn't like it. It was so different from what they did. Apparently, her distaste must have showed, because Shirou spoke once again. "Yeah, mages aren't exactly worried about morals or ethics where I'm from. That's just the line of thinking of mages where I'm from. Though, the way I do it is different."

"You mean, you're not like the other mages where you're from?" She asked, a bit worried.

"I suppose I could be called a third rate, simply because I have the morals and ethics of a normal person. Most mages where I'm from care about research, if it harms innocents in the process, then they don't care as long as the secret of magecraft is kept secret." He answered, though Louise could hear the anger in his voice.

"I see. That's so sad. But not everyone is like that right? Like those women with the red hair?" She said, trying to get his mind off of what he said. She couldn't explain it, but she didn't like seeing Shirou with his current expression. It almost felt like she could feel what he felt. However, it seemed like she said the right thing, as the feeling faded.

Shirou looked at her with a surprised expression. "Women with red hair?" He asked. Louise didn't really know how to explain how she knew about them but decided to just say what happened.

"Um, yes, I sort of had a dream last night. In it, I saw you with two women, one with bright red hair, and the other had hair that looked similar to yours. I also saw you with a girl with white hair, walking through a forest in the snow." She said nervously, looking at Shirou intermittently. After she finished, Shirou brought a hand up to his chin, before smiling.

"Interesting, I might have an idea as to why, but we'll have to wait and see. As for the people you saw, the girl with white hair is my sister, Illya. The woman with bright red hair, her name is Aoko, she's my aunt, though, she was more like a second mother to me. The other redhead is named Touko, my mom. They taught me almost everything I know." He said with a fond smile on his face.

"My mom is, arguably, the greatest puppeteer of all time. Her puppets are second to none. She taught me how to make puppets and how to use runes. Aoko, taught me how to use my crest, while helping me with my strange origin. Both are mages who are feared and respected in my world. I hope to one day be able to create puppets as good as my mother's. Though, I will say, that my specialty lies in animal-type puppets."

"Like the butterflies? I'm guessing you have other ones?" Shirou nodded his head.

"I have a few other ones, coded to Illya, in case something happened to me. The ones who help me with in my workshop, are utility puppets, meant for assisting only, making them useless in combat. I haven't gotten around to it yet, as I was creating the butterflies, but I plan on making a bird puppet soon." He reached in his jacket pocket and unfolded a piece of paper and placed it on the table.

Louise looked at the paper, noticing that they were blueprints. The completed form would take the form of an owl with purple eyes. She could see how meticulous Shirou had been when creating the blueprint, being amazed at the detail. As she was looking at the blueprints, she noticed Shirou take note of something. "Um, excuse me, I'm going to get us some tea. Give me a moment." He said quickly before standing and walking away.

Shirou was surprised. He hadn't expected to see a girl with japanese features in this world. He was enjoying talking to Louise, but his curiosity got the better of him. He made his way over to the girl, who suddenly tripped. He quickly moved to catch her, managing to save the plate before it fell too. "Are you alright?"

The girl looked up at him with a surprised expression. "Oh, I'm so sorry." She had a soft and melodic voice that matched up with her soft features. Shirou had to admit, if she was wearing a kimono, instead of her maid outfit, she'd be the ideal japanese beauty. Shirou then remembered he was still holding onto her, before quickly letting her go.

"My bad, I didn't mean to stare. You just looked familiar." He noticed that she was paying extra close attention to his left hand. He looked down, realizing that the inactive runes did stand out. 'Maybe I should start wearing a glove.' He thought to himself.

"Um, are you the one who was summoned by Lady Valliere? The peasant summoned to be a familiar?" She said with a upbeat tone and a bright smile. He had to admit, that her demeanor was quite contagious, especially since he left his glasses at the table with Louise.

"I'm surprised you heard of me. It's only been a day since I was summoned." He said, rubbing the back of his head.

"Well, of course, it's all anyways been talking about. A peasant being summoned to be the familiar of a noble. It's quite something." She said, making him wonder if the peasants think he's special or something. "Um, my name's Siesta, I have the honor of serving the nobility as a maid."

"My name is Shirou Aozaki, though, you can just call me Shirou, it's nice to meet you." Shirou bowed his head. He was glad to have met someone like Siesta. He wondered why she looked so different compared to everyone else, being considerably more japanese looking than anyone around the academy. He'd have to study the map a bit more, maybe her family came from another land.

"That's a unique name, I don't think I've heard one like that before." She said with a slight tilt to her head. "Oh, I need to get this to that table."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to keep you from your work. Well, if you ever want to talk again, I'll be around." He said, wanting to let her get back to work. She seemed surprised at his words, before she gave him a demure smile.

"I'd like that, Shirou. I'll see you later." Shirou watched as she walked off. He couldn't help but feel there was more to her than she even realized. However, it'd have to wait, he had to get back to Louise. He had a feeling she was short tempered. Luckily, he was well versed in handling girls with that type of personality.

As he was walking away, he noticed a brunette girl with a brown cloak walking by with a basket. He raised a brow at seeing a first-year student walking through the courtyard. He then realized what she was doing. "Excuse me, are looking for that blonde student, uh, Guiche, I believe his name was?" The girl looked at him with a surprised expression.

"Ah, yes, do you know where he's at?" Shirou looked over his shoulder and noticed the guy trying to escape with the blonde girl. 'Oh, so that's how it is.' He mentally shrugged. 'Not my problem.'

"He's back there, you can probably catch him if you're quick." He said, feeling a bit sorry for the young girl. He didn't have any sympathy for the guy, he reminded Shirou a bit too much of Shinji. 'Best to nip that in the bud now, before I have to do it later.' The girl hurried off as Shirou started making his way back to his master.

"There you are, what took so long?" She said with her hands on her hips. Shirou figured she was about to go look for him.

"Apologies, I began to talk with a maid who looked familiar. Though, I suppose this works." He said with a smile. "You were interested in my magecraft right?" Louise's eyes widened, before she nodded. "Well, how about we go somewhere where I can show you? I'd rather not show off in front of so many people unless I can help it."

"Hmm, alright, I think there's a place we can go. Come on..." She was saying, before Louise caught sight of Guiche being confronted by two girls. "Guiche's at it again huh?" Shirou tilted his head, before turning around and seeing what she was referring to.

"They look mad." He said simply. "Eh, the guy deserves it. He was meeting up with the first-year last night, so I don't have any sympathy for the guy.

"You were meeting up with her?!" He heard the blonde girl shriek. Shirou widened his eyes. 'How did she hear me from that far away?' Shirou thought, before one girl dumped her drink on him, while the other pushed him down. Which got a chuckle from Shirou.

"Well, there was a place to practice right?" He asked, does with watching the show. Louise looked at him, nodding her head. "Lead the way, master."

Unknown to Shirou, a certain person decided to follow, aiming his discontent at Shirou.

The two reached the open field quickly. "This is it. One of the professors usually comes by and fixes any damage at the end of each day. So, we can do whatever we want here." Louise informed him.

"Alright, though I don't plan on showing up anything destructive." He said, walking a few feet away. "Trace on." He said, feeling his magic circuits burst to life. "Interesting, the rotation of my circuits has improved, along with the quality." He said to himself, looking at the still dormant runes on his hand. He wondered if his crest would be affected similarly but didn't want his circuit pattern to show up just yet.

He didn't want Louise freaking out at seeing blue patterns appear on his face and hands. He turned and looked at Louise, noticing Guiche walking up with a crowd of people. "Oh, it seems we have some visitors." Louise looked back and noticed the crowd.

"You there, I challenge you to a duel." Louise looked over to Shirou, with a dumbfounded expression.

"He really just came right out with it, huh." He said nonchalantly. "Can I ask for what reason you are challenging me?"

"You besmirched my name earlier with your false accusations, causing those two ladies to cry." At this point, Shirou was standing beside Louise, the two now looking at each other with raised eyebrows.

"Is he being serious?" He whispered, to her.

"I believe so." She said nodding her head. "You can beat him, right?"

Shirou let out small huff. "Of course, master. I'd also like to mention, when I win, people will see that you summoned a competent familiar. Which will raise your reputation." Louise put her hand to her chin to think for a moment, before looking back to him.

"Alright." She turned to Guiche, who was standing there impatiently. "My familiar accepts." She said proudly, surprising some of the students who were watching. Shirou could hear them murmuring, surprised she was going to let her peasant familiar duel him.

Louise made her way over towards the crowd, slightly eager to see Shirou fight. The only glimpse she had of him fighting, was the dream she had. A dream in which he was definitely not at his best.

The two stood apart from each other, with Shirou excited to see what magecraft would be used against him. He had fought in duels before, pretty similar to this one actually. He seemed to always get in fights because of girls. Illya, Rin, Luvia, Sakura, Reines was the cause once, and the list went on and on. He let out a sigh, maybe he had bad luck with women or something.

"My name is Guiche the Brass." He flicked his wand, that Shirou realized was actually a rose, causing a petal to fly off and land on the ground. The ground shined brightly, before a type of golem rose from the ground. "So, a brass golem, or Valkyrie, will be your opponent."

Shirou didn't need his mystic eye to analyze the golem. What was in front of him, for some reason, counted as a sword. As such, he knew about its construction and what it was. Shirou had to admit, he was impressed. Really impressed. To create that caliber of brass golem in an instant was amazing. Though, Shirou realized it was more of an automaton than a golem. Either way, if such a spell was possible from a second-year student, then what did fully trained mages look like in battle?

His circuits began to rotate faster, his excitement growing. He was looking forward to facing these mages in the future. What Shirou didn't know, was that he was currently making a face similar to his aunt. Being raised by both Aozaki sisters had impacted Shirou more than he realized.

"Shirou Aozoki, Sword Puppeteer. Though, I don't have a puppet right now, so this will have to do." He said, holding up his right arm. "Shiki!" He commanded, a compartment in the arm opened up and ejected a knife with a black and purple blade and a red and blue handle. He quickly grabbed the knife and took a stance. Unknown to Shirou, his circuits began to appear on his face, along with his mystic eyes, and down his left hand, but most importantly, the runes imprinted there were now shining bright.

Finished up with this one, hope you liked it. I threw in a few things to show off the difference between this Shirou and Akashic Records Shirou. His background will be shown through Louise's dream cycle. So, for those wanting to see Shirou become who he is, you'll see it. This Shirou acts a bit more like Aoko, as she was the one, he spent the most time with. Next chapter, you'll see some answers to what happened during the fire, and why Shirou mentions his messed up origin. Also, threw in some hints and fun things in this chapter. To clarify, the knife at the end is one of two mystic codes he made, one for him and the other for you know who. Now, I asked last chapter, so I'll ask again, I entered into a contest for Alex Kellar on Deviantart, it'll be a GATE crossover. The question was, what Shirou should I use? One already made like Executor Shirou, Aozaki Shirou, Fraga Shirou, or do I make a new one completely? Or go with a canon one. Right now, I might take miyuverse Shirou and tweak him a bit, since I prefer writing Shirou with a family. Anyways, thanks for reading, I hope you all enjoyed, and until next time.