Hello my ever lovely peeps!

Okay, just a short cannon Omake, that while it is indeed silly, it isn't completely wrong. This chapter featuring Xero and Emyia Archer, as the nameless hero warns his master of:

THE CRUSE!

What curse you ask? Read and find out! As always i don't own Fate-series or Marvel.

So please read, review and "What the fuc-BOOM"

Omake: A Warning

"Master, we need to talk."

Xero blinked, as his vision became filled with red. The master cocked his head and looked at his loyal Archer, Shirou Emyia the Nameless hero. The man was always on the serious side but to see his expression, the look in his eye and the way his body was like a spring loaded, ready to move at a moments notice told him this was veru serious indeed.

"What is it Emyia?"

Emyia looked around and put a arm around his master's shoulders and said,"Not here."

Quietly and quickly, Emyia guided his master towards his room and making sure no one followed them(Be they any of the girls or Assassin's) and made doubly sure no one can hear them.

"Alright Emyia, you're freaking me out it's not like you to be cryptic about, well anything!"

Xero said in a worried tone, as the Archer was making sure, they weren't followed before turning towards his master and placed his hands on his shoulders, surprisng the younger male.

"I don't mince words master, so believe me when i say this: You're doomed."

Xero frowned. Doomed? What did that mean?

"To be clear master, you should know that woman are very, VERY good at getting what they want."

Emyia said, as if he was in clear pain with a far away look in his eye. A fact that did very little to ease the worries, the coiling in his stomach getting bigger and bigger, as the Archer continued,"Now that is clear for normal woman but SERVANT woman? They have been at this for decades, perfecting their techniques and now they're spinning their webs to capture you."

"Wha? The hell you going on about Emyia?!"

Xero all but yelled, feeling the ice cube in his stomach dropping further and further. Why was this making him worried? Why was he feeling like death was looming over him? Why the hell was he sweating so much?!

"It gets worse, as you're already too far gone master."

"I'm not dead damnit! Stop talking like i am!"

"I know, but this is a fate worse then death master. Many men have fallen to it, even myself and soon it won't be long till you fall for it. The sad truth of this, is you WILL be bullied by woman. You WILL go along with what they want and will probably do it gladly. This is not a threat but simply truth, that you're kind and caring nature have made you VERY attractive to woman."

Xero looked dumbfounded at Emyia and looked away, with a slightly depressed look on his face,"I don't know what you're talking about Emyia but i don't think i'll have to worry about that. Those girls can do a hell of a lot better then me."

Emyia merely shook his head sadly and tighten his grip on his master, making him look him in the eye and said,"Then you are a fool master. This only makes it that much more worse and you must face facts. You are cursed to be attractive to all the woman in you're life and many won't hesitant to use underhanded tactics to make you theirs."

"You're nuts."

Was all he said, as Xero tried to move, only for Emyia to keep his on the bed and glared at him.

"FOOL! Listen to me, the war IS coming and those woman, be they older, younger or around you're age are going to be relentless in their pursuit! They will show you no mercy master, they will follow you, push you into a corner and once they have you, they will NOT. LET. YOU. GO!"

"Okay, that's enough Emyia, you're really freaking me out right now!"

Xero yelled back at Emyia, who at this point had wrapped his arms around him and was it just him or was the older man crying into his shoulder? Yes, Xero knew he is a genius in many things that normal people couldn't even fathom. But when it came to the matters of the heart?

Yeah, he was a complete bone-head about it but Emyia was just overreacting and exaggerations, right.

Right?

"Master, you maybe a genius but you truly are a fool. This no escape, as already more then half the woman here are looking to make you theirs and there is nothing you can do about it. You're already weak defense's and any assault will cause them to come crashing down. I truly am sorry master, there is no hope for you and i cannot help. Just remember me, when you go down."

Then he went into spiritual form, leaving Xero to sit on the bed, a look of horror and terror on his face.

"No...no way. He's full of it, he's nuts, there's no way he could be right. Those girls can do so much better then me and even though i'm there master, they don't like me that way. Right. I mean, sure Tamamo calls me her husband but that's just her. The same with Kiyohime but to be honest, she's always been a bit crazy. A-and i know Serenity tends to stalk me throughout Chaldea and sneak in my bed every night, but that's because she's been deprived of the ability to touch another person, without them dying. That, that and Nitcoris is just Nitcoris, it means nothing, right? Right?"

Xero all but begged to no one in no one in particular, as the reality of the situation hit him like a rampaging Berserker:

Chaldea, the last of humanity, the bastion of salvation for mankind and the one real, true place he ever felt safe anymore was no longer safe.

There's was really, truly no where left to run for him.

"I'm trapped."

The master whimpered and slowly made his way out of the room, down the halls of Chaldea without really thinking on where he was going. For he could feel the shadows watching, waiting, listening. For Chaldea, the last hope for mankind, was no longer safe for him.

A war was coming and for once, he wasn't the fighter in it.

HE WAS THE PRIZE!

Done!

And oh boy, Xero just got his entire point of view shaking up, didn't he? So this was nothing more then just a short Omake, that i'll allow you all to decide if it's cannon to the story or not. Funny starting out, not so much towards the end of it, i'll admit.

Anyway you all know how it goes, as Emyia isn't wrong on this one. Ha!

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Devil out!