A/N: Hey guys. Sorry for the delays, but here's part one for this side story arc. Part two will be a few days longer, but should be out soon.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Fate, Highschool DxD, or Jumanji.

And now...

Story Start

King of Wrought Iron Book 2: Guardian of DxD-Omake Side Story

Side Forge Three: Jungle Devils, British Wraiths, and Cursed Artifacts-Part I

Kuoh Academy's ORC Building-Kuoh

Third Person P.O.V.

It was a Saturday afternoon this day at Kuoh Academy, yet despite being the weekend, the ORC and Student Council were requested with analyzing something by request of Azazal, the Governor General of the Grigori. It was something passed onto him by Tobio and Team Slash/Dog after one of their assignments they'd come across, but because of the magical nature being cursed in origin, he'd rather have someone experienced with such things investigate it and see what they can find out. So he discretely used a summoning pamphlet for someone among the Devils in Kuoh to request its examination for him, who in turn requested Shirou's assistance, given his own personal history in surviving and dealing with curses.

Usually, such a thing would not concern him and he would investigate it personally, but the last time he messed with anything cursed, Azazal had accidentally turned himself into a woman until he found a way to reverse the process as a result of his experiments with said cursed object. He was NOT planning to suffer the same fate twice, nor the humiliation, so he requested the job for the Devils while having one of his human subordinates act as his go-between by acting as the client in his place.

So, here were some members of both the Student Council and the ORC, sitting in the old school building, waiting for the reason they were called in on a Saturday for a job they all were supposedly needed for. Koneko, Asia, and Ruruko were sitting there chatting and eating some snacks while waiting for everyone else who were called for this request. Saji and Issei were having something of a debate over who was the better beauty between Sona or Rias, while being glared at by several of the ladies present. As for Sona, she was waiting for Rias and called her to see how long it would take her and Shirou to arrive after requesting his assistance in this matter, given his knowledge base involving curses and his admitted immunity to them.

Out of boredom, Issei and Genshirou take a quick look at the cursed object they were requested to investigate and deal with, only to end up causing an unexpected reaction to occur…

"HEY! Don't touch that!" Sona shrieked, too late.

"Huh/Eh?" Genshirou and Issei said at the same time, as Issei accidentally knocked it open on reflex, and then a malefic whirling vortex suddenly opened up, causing a strong drag that pulled all those in the room within it, and into the object in question, screaming and terrified.

Suddenly some malicious, eldritch force in the form of spectral arms and wraith-like hands reached out and grabbed them all, dragging them into the center of the vortex with the intent of dragging them to wherever it was this portal opened up to. Issei, Genshirou, Ruruko, and Asia all got dragged into the portal since they had no time to grab anything. Koneko tried to claw at the ground and dig her nails into the floor to anchor herself, but the force of these hands were too strong and simply left claw marks on the floor and dragged into the portal soon after for her efforts.

Sona's grip on the wall was useless, as the pull from the vortex caused her to slip, and she screamed bloody murder as she was the last one pulled in before the object closed, with the cell phone she was still talking with Rias on getting left behind, alerting her to something going wrong when the line suddenly cut out from Sona's phone breaking on landing….

Fifteen minutes later, Rias Gremory is rushing into the room along with her Queen Himejima Akeno and her Knight Kiba Yuuto, as well as Sona's Bishops Kusaka Reya and Hanakai Momo, her Knight Meguri Tomoe, and her Queen Shinra Tsubaki. One look at the state of the room and what was at the center of the damage, and they knew right away what they had to do. Pulling out her phone, Rias immediately called Shirou…

"What do you need Gremory." Shirou didn't ask, he merely stated, as they both knew she wouldn't call him on a Saturday like this unless it was an emergency. Though the answer he got was not what he expected, nor the tone of urgency she used.

"Emiya, get to the club room, now. I know I asked you to swing by whenever you could before, but now we need your help on this one. Immediately."

"...what happened..."

"The cursed board game we asked for your expertise on? It seems to have sucked everyone who was in the room at the time into it. We need your help, now."

"...On my way right now. I'll be there in five minutes, tops. TESTU!"

Shirou hung up right after shouting that, with Rias simply deciding what to do next. Turning to Momo and Reya, she made the request of them. "I know I don't have the authority to do so, but would you two set up a containment barrier over this thing? Until Emiya gets here to see what we can do, we need to prevent any more accidental triggering of this thing."

"On it/ Will do." The two agreed instantly, their worry over their friends and especially Sona very clearly written on their faces. Yuuto gave his King a look offering to use his Sacred Gear to assist using some blades that Shirou had taught him to create. They set it up in less than a minute. Now came the hard part: waiting…

Five Minutes Later...

Shirou P.O.V. Shift

I came bursting out of the doorway entering the ORC's club room, and what I saw practically made me feel the urge to find and smack someone for this one when I saw the supposedly cursed board game with my own two eyes, with Tetsu looking at me with a perfect deadpan as he pretty much summarized what I was thinking at that moment...

"...sunuva bitch, not this damned thing again..."

"You've dealt with this thing before?!" Gremory asked us in hope, but I simply shook my head from my stupor at seeing the thing before me as I responded.

"No, we haven't seen this one Gremory, but we have dealt with similar ones in the past. Let me ask you guys a quick question: have any of you ever seen the old American movie 'Jumanji'?"

They all shook their heads in the negative as Gremory continued. "No...why?"

"Because board games like this were the basis behind that movie. One of the few cases of something slipping through the net and normal people finding out about something supernatural. Tetsu and I have had to deal with a few of these since settling in Kuoh, and I've personally had to deal with ten now in my whole life, most of which since settling here in Kuoh. This one makes the eleventh time I've had to deal with a Root-be-damned cursed board game!" I shook my head in exasperation as I walked up to the thing. Putting a hand on the wooden surface, I begin structural grasping it to find out how it ticks this time and what to expect, but what I find makes my brows furrow and my lips to thin into a frown before a scowl makes its way onto my face…

...Crystal quartz chiseled into shape carefully and delicately by meticulous hands. Old Wood carved from an ancient Cocoa Tree from the depths of the African jungle with meticulous care and loving dedication. A feeling of grandfatherly love for the children it was intended for. Cursed by it's creator in his dying breath in retribution for the slaughter of the very children he had made it for just hours prior to his death nearly two hundred years ago…

...a cursed prison for the greed of those who would murder innocents just for the sake of satisfying their racist and prejudiced greed and desire. Those who raped his village's women, butchered their men, and slaughtered their innocent children, whom he viewed as his own grandchildren, all for the sake of their base greed and desire…

...any who so opens this seeking to obtain the jungle's riches shall be entrapped inside a hell of their own biased prejudice with the beasts of the jungle...all whose bestial lust seeks to sate itself with unwilling partners shall be ensnared in unending desire denied as their torment...and all shall find torment for they who have the blood of innocent children on their hands and tortured endlessly in a prison made from their own sinful transgressions…

...ripping my hand from it with a very much angry and enraged scowl marring my face, I turn to Tetsu and tell them all exactly what to do next.

"Tetsu, strengthen the barrier surrounding it and keep it from sucking anyone into it while also allowing for a way in and out of it. Gremory, you and the rest of those present help him do so for those who can. Everyone else, keep an eye on the damned thing at all times to prevent anything other than myself or those I'm bringing back out from getting loose if they out of it."

"What did you learn, Emiya..." Gremory asked me in an utterly dead serious tone. My face was more grim than hers as I responded.

"...this isn't a game Gremory...it's a prison, designed to torture the souls of those who slaughtered an entire African village by their elderly chief, in his final moments after being shot by British explorers who murdered the men and children, raped the women, and pillaged them of whatever valuables they had, all in his dying breath, by using the very game he created for those same children who were slaughtered just hours after he finished it for them..." I heard gasps of horrified shock and disbelief, but I was too utterly pissed by what I saw in its history to care who it was. "I'm going in to get them out. While there, I will deal with the imprisoned souls of those who took part in the said expedition. There will be no peaceful afterlife for them when I get through with them."

I turned to Tetsu, who simply nodded in cold, detached, and emotionless anger boiling just beneath the surface, he and I of the same mind and my unspoken message clearly received. After using runes to reinforce the barrier, I opened it up and went inside willingly to get our friends back…

Scene Change

Jungles inside the prison board-Three hours after entry

Shirou P.O.V.

After landing in this pocket space and walking through it for just two minutes, and I can firmly admit to one thing: This place is a fucking death trap. Poisonous fauna. Carnivorous plants. Man-eating beasts. Feral tribals. Monstrous abominations. Evil Spirits. Oh, and let's not forget the Gaia-fucking WRAITHS of the expedition team possessing the bodies of any unfortunate soul who might have dwelt here, be they man, beast, or tribal. In fact, glaring down at the body of one of these very wraiths I just 'slain' again for the twentieth time now, I am feeling frustrated as its 'corpse' dissipates as it jumps to a new body to take over.

It was what I discovered after glancing at the weapons of these very wraiths I understood after looking at them and tracing them with a glance to get an idea as to their history and frowned deeply. The weapons have had multiple wielders over the course of nearly two centuries since this prison ripped their souls out from their original bodies to suffer eternal torment for their blatant crimes against an otherwise peaceful village. They have had multiple wielders, yet those wielders were all baring the same name. That means these weren't wraiths anymore; they turned themselves into fucking soul eaters! This made me scowl as I cut down the wraiths in my way once again, stopping to bother keeping count after the five-hundredth time I cut them down already. It was just getting that old and irritatingly annoying.

As I slashed a tree down in my path once again to clear the way, I found myself getting frustrated by this, until I heard something that got my attention, as well as my nose to twitch by a very familiar 'scent' of demonic-dragonic energy-!

"DRAGON SHOT!"

Not wasting a second, I dove face-first straight to the ground as the energy blasted right overhead, clearing out the trees and the annoying wraiths surrounding me in an attempt to catch me off-guard in one fell swoop. As irritating as it is that he nearly hit me too, at least he bought time to keep these damned wraiths off me for at least a few minutes...but still...

"Ise-boyo..." I said eerily calm as I gave him the patented Tohsaka scary smile number 3 while the Asura manifested behind me in my obvious anger while a vein throbbed angrily on my forehead and my brow twitched in irritation. Turning to the dimwit in question, I saw his face pale as I simply gave him a nonplussed look while I continued. "...did you not think to CHECK where you aimed such a dangerous mana burst BEFORE firing it off to avoid nearly hitting your rescue party? Hmm?"

Ise-boyo simply began to stutter in absolute terror of me as the rest gawked at me in surprise. "EMIYA/SHIROU/ONII-CHAN/EMIYA-SENPAI!" The sheer shouts of relief and happiness to see me made me actually take a step back in utter shock, until I noticed their attire...or rather, what they were wearing in place of their attire. There were still traces of their clothes, but they were rags almost, with very large leaves like from a palm tree roped together to act in covering up their modesty and blend in with the jungle environment.

"...okay, probably sounds like a dumb question, but how long have you guys been stuck here?" I asked, having a sneaking suspicion as to their reaction.

"About two weeks! We didn't know if we'd ever find help! What took you so long?!" Genshirou-san answered, causing me to frown heavily.

"Two weeks? It hasn't even been an hour since you all got dragged in-wait...I see..."

"Emiya?" Sona-kaichou asked, and I looked at her next as I explained.

"Seems this place was a prison meant to torture a group of British wraiths in a dying act by a village chief whose village was slaughtered by them. If I had to guess, it works similar to my personal training pocket space, the Time Stream."

"...you mean..."

"You guys have only been in here for an hour or two, tops." At their horrified looks at the meaning behind that, I shook my head and continued. "Anyway, let's get you all-" *BANG*

I never finished that statement, as suddenly my chest exploded in a shower of gore while my mind went white from the pain blanking it out. I felt time slow down as I fell spinning with a big ass hole in my chest where my heart was supposed to be, to see a wraith with what looked to be an antiquated hunting rifle and dressed like a Van Pyke wannabe pointing it at me, yet all...I felt...was…

Third-person P.O.V. Shift

The Devils began to scream in horror as they ran from that madman of a wraith. He was the leader of the very wraiths who were originally part of the expedition that was trapped here. In order to survive this long, they threw their humanity aside and had become evil spirits that fed on the souls of the living that were trapped here whose bodies they stole to retain some semblance of sanity due to their cursed existences. Each wraith was punished with a particular curse that was branded into their soul reflecting their sin which led to their imprisonment.

The wraiths who murdered the men were forced to possess a new body every few days even if they weren't 'killed' as they could no longer have a body to claim permanently as retribution for the lives they stole, being forced to turn to body-snatching just to maintain some semblance of a physical presence. Those who raped the villagers were trapped in a cycle of endless desire to rape any female they came across, yet could not ejaculate and were trapped in a state of perpetual blue balls, resulting in them being driven insane with lust. The wraiths who were pillaging the village had been cursed with any and every shred of their ill-gotten fortunes to literally disintegrate in their hands as punishment, rendering them eternally poor.

As for the leader of these cursed souls, he was branded with a combination of these curses, yet due to his strong ego, the lead wraith, 'Van Pyke', was able to retain control over 'himself' and not be driven insane by 'his' lust, while simultaneously hunt new, stronger bodies out every time. And any valuables 'he' found and tried to touch would crumble away in 'his' frustrated hands, with 'his' personal rifle being the sole exception. 'His' hunting rifle, which originally fired scatter shot pellets as well as solid slugs, had taken on a supernatural nature after two hundred years trapped in this place, though for them its been more like countless centuries, if not thousands of years.

It is now highly effective against supernatural entities like what the creature that were sealed in this prison alongside them originally. So even though normally, getting shot should not have had such an effect on Shirou like that, the unfortunate nature of exposure over time and the pop culture inadvertently surrounding cursed board games have inadvertently caused it to become a minor E ranked Noble Phantasm that under the right conditions can jump up to a whopping B- rank. Against Shirou, it was only a C++ ranked though, but it still caused enough damage that was able to bypass his natural defenses to blow a hole right through his heart.

As the lead wraith was chasing 'his' prey, 'he' eagerly sought to try and take on of the boy's bodies and use it to help satisfy 'himself' by partaking of the foreign, savage women in 'his' opinion. What 'he' didn't know however was that as Devils, they were mostly immune to possession, so it was doomed to fail from the start, but 'he' didn't know that, so 'he' was going to try anyway. 'He' finally cornered 'his' prey on a cliff face, and while normally they'd get away, they found out the hard way what happened if they tried to counter his gun nearly day one they were stuck here.

It was why they were patching up their clothes with leaves, considering they barely escaped death thanks to Asia's Twilight Healing. But even so, they were tired, wounded, hungry, and exhausted after two weeks straight of this game of cat and mouse that they've been playing with these wraiths. However, as 'he' was pointing 'his' rifle at them and preparing to end this hunt once and for all, that was when they all heard it…

ScreechScreech

'Van Pyke' paused, freezing in shock at that sound, knowing it from somewhere, yet couldn't figure it out from where. It was also when 'he' realized that something was wrong...the prey before 'him' had their eyes wide from the same reaction of shocked surprise 'he' had...

ScreechScreech

Trying to figure out what the sound was coming from, 'Van Pyke' started to look around. That damnable shrieking noise was infuriatingly familiar, yet 'he' just could not recall from where...before suddenly 'he' noticed something terrifying...

ScreechScreech

'He' noticed the shock on 'his' quarry's faces, yet it was also...relief? Confusion as well as a sudden dread began to grip 'Van Pyke' at that. The jungle had gone completely silent. It was NEVER completely silent like this. The only reason all the animals would this quiet was if there was something so dangerous they were trying not to draw attention to themselves. But what could 'his' prey be so relieved yet shocked over? And why is it 'he' couldn't-

ScreechScreech

'Van Pyke' suddenly stiffened, before slowly, almost mechanically turning 'his' head to look behind him, and a sudden terror welled up within 'his' chest as 'he' suddenly heard it, from right behind 'him' this time and realized just what it was now as he saw something that should have been impossible and an instinctive fear gripped 'his' very being down to the depths of 'his' soul...

ScreechScreech

...as the very prey whose heart 'he' had just shot out ten minutes ago was standing right behind 'him', the hole in his chest filled with a warped metal affront to nature in the form of an eldritch abomination in the form of a heart, beating in time to keep him alive...but that wasn't what frightened 'Van Pyke' so…

ScreechScreech

"Sacrifice and save..."

...oh no, it was the thing he held in his grip with a cold fury behind his hardened eyes. It looked like a sword, was shaped like a sword, yet 'Van Pyke' refused to call it such. The sheer curse was such that 'he' felt instinctive fear of that blade! Some instinct warned him to run and never get cut by that blade...but it was too late…

ScreechScreech

"...Blade of the Cursed Hero..."

...the second 'he' realized what was about to happen, 'Van Pyke' had turned to point 'his' rifle at that thing, only to have it wrenched from 'his' grasp...along with 'his' arms as they were sent flying after being cleaved right off in an inhumane level of speed, the pain reaching 'Van Pyke' down to the depths of 'his' accursed, rotten soul, as 'he' was cleaved, slashed, and hacked apart by the enraged monster 'he' had inadvertently drew the ire of, 'his' very soul being torn apart just by touching that blade for a few seconds in each of its slashes…

ScreechScreech

"...[Kiritsugu]!"

As soon as 'Van Pyke' was killed for good this time, Shirou passed out, yet the 'sword' he used kept every single jungle beast at bay by its presence alone, and Shirou held it in a death grip as his body stayed standing on his feet while passed out, the sheer pressure he emitted practically daring any of the local wildlife and carnivorous plants to try testing him. So they made camp while Asia used her Sacred Gear to heal Shirou's wounds a bit faster and so they could get some rest in shifts. As soon as he woke up, they'd be going home finally...

A/N: And that's part one. Just so you all know, the sword Shirou used was from the fanfic 'From Fake Dreams' by Third Fang. The whole 'eldritch abomination for a heart' thing as well is also a reference to that. My W.I. Shirou also has access to that sword as well, but just like FFD Shirou, he only draws it if and when negotiations are no longer on the table. He would have just spared those wraiths, ignoring them to get his friends out, but 'Van Pyke' decided to ruin that with his last stunt. The rest of what will happen, I'll explain next chapter in the second and final part. For any complaints, I'll try t explain them next chapter. Until then, PEACE OUT!