Chapter 4 : Oh Emiya
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Logic's a Product of Insanity
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Heroic Spirit Emiya.
He was a Counter Guardian from the future and thus not a true Heroic Spirit as he had no 'true' Noble Phantasm
But somehow...
"Me? With a Lily? Unbelievable.."
A man without a legend was able to have a Lily just because he existed as a Heroic Spirit...what a vexing phenomenon
He had to go into his shift at the kitchen Hah...
I mean he does love his work, cooking is one of the only small things that keeps him calm and happy...
But he doesn't deserve it
He doesn't deserve a single moment of happiness for the amount of sins he has committed the amount of people he's killed
Despite he deminor he hates needless killing he always has and always will That is a constant for the exist of Emiya Sh-
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He was in another world
No No No...
He was in his own world
The world that had an uncountable amount of blades
But that left only one question
"Why.."
"Why am i here..?"
He was able to look into his reality marble through his head, but this was more than that it felt like his consciousness was in that world of swords
A sharp pain entered his left arm like magical circuits had misfired in there But in his left hand had felt like it was stabbed
He had opened his left hand to find out what kind of injury it was
Only to find the tip of a sword poking outwards from his hand
Emiya knew this sword, he knew it well..
This was the tip of Caliburn, a sword of someone who meant alot to him a pupil if you will
His pupil meant alot to him she was incredibly kind and naive which reminded him of the 'boy' But what made him happy is that she always listened to his advice and his words
And she improved very fast due to this, as a teacher that made him happy... He blinked at the sword but when he did the sword vanished without a trace His back felt an odd sensation of familiarity, He looked behind him to see-
"Caliburn!?"
He exclaimed audibly to no one or maybe at the sword itself? Who knows... But what truly befoundled Emiya the most was that-
The Sword was completely faithful to the original there was not one imperfection inbetween the holy swords
Before Emiya realised it he was running towards it
He probably could've called it to him but that didn't matter at the moment
A strong wind attempted to push him back to no avail
Emiya knew that if he didn't grab hold of that sword He'd utterly lose his mind
It wasn't as if he hadn't lost it before but he just knew that this time he wouldn't come back Counter Guardian Emiya would lose everything again with no chance of return
Luckily for him he was able to grab it
The world turned white
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In the real world he had awakened
"What kind of dream-"
The man was about to amount what happened to a weird dream, that's it
But reality couldn't be called cruel if it wasn't honest
He was holding the sword he grabbed from his dream..no his Reality Marble..
He didn't understand
Counter Guardian Emiya was only capable of projecting copies,faithful to the original but worse nonetheless
But this..
This was a perfect copy of Caliburn
There wasn't a single flaw about it
It didn't even cost an extreme amount of mana
So how did he-
He realised a truth
No matter what this phenomenon was connected to the boy that was a truth, plain and simple
And Caliburn only has one user here in chaldea
Emiya rushed out of his room not realising he still had Caliburn in hand It was perfected to the point where it didn't even feel like a projection
Sadly his e-rank luck had kicked in
He had ran into his Sabe-No not his just Saber
"My Apologies-"
Emiya had tried to recall the projection as fast as possible but it wasn't enough
Arturia had already caught a glimpse of it
Knowing the futility of his actions he simply tried to get away from his Saber
Saber wasn't so easily escapable sadly and was able to grab tightly ahold of his left arm much to his own wishes
"Archer..."
"..."
He had stayed silent he couldn't muster anything up to her he couldn't lie to her...not again.. "I need the truth Archer."
Her voice commanded respect he was still pulling at his arm hoping to get away "Archer...Please..."
At this moment It didn't matter to him that the boy caused this he just wanted to get away to run as fast as he could he couldn't run he'd walk if he couldn't walk he'd limp if he couldn't do that he'd crawl
But by any means he wouldn't stop even if he died he'd just keep running Hell he didn't even realize that his own haircut was down
"Please just talk to me."
His feelings couldn't refuse but his own mind was betraying them
How did it get like this... How did it get so bad..?
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A week before Lily's arrival
The King of Knights had woken up in the battlefield she had ended up in life
It lost almost all purpose to her instead of "King Arthur's Final Battle" it was just a field of dead men
A man made his appearence in her dreams again
"Who...are you..?"
She asked in a hoarse voice
Maybe calling him a 'man' was a bit much he was still just an adolescent boy "S(&&!!&&*b887e)!!*@@("
She couldn't understand her nor could she make out his face
It was the same thing everytime
But this was usually the part where she woke up and yet...
Her thoughts were cut off by the boy walking up to her speaking as he did
"It's alright...you can smile for your own shake..."
Arturia's eyes widened at the fact the boy spoke and the familiarity of the words... She then spoke out of pure instinct
"Shi-...Why..?"
She had almost said a name a name she did not recognize nor know
"Saber...isn't this enough? You've done your best. You even fought by yourself..."
The words resonated within her
something in her had moved
"You've fulfilled your oath...you can go back to being Arturia..!"
Again on pure instinct she had spoken again
"Wha-Why are you still talking about that..!"
"Yeah, I'll keep on saying it...! I can't help it because I've fallen in love with you...! That's why, Saber, no, you can go back to being Arturia"
Her mind had froze, at his point the boy made it up to her and extended his hand to her
She wanted to hold his hand for some unseen reason but her body was being held done by the corpses that surrounded her
The boy gave her a somber look before turning around and walking away
What Arturia saw the boy was walking towards what could best be described as hell
The boy picked up a sword and walked though the flames which burned everything about him
He was lost in the flames
And when she saw the boy again
It was...Archer...?
He looked back at her as they made eye contact Arturia had caught glimpses of a world filled with swords
And then-
She woke up in a cold sweat
These dreams had something to do with the Archer in Red...
Somehow...
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"I'm sorry i don't quite understand..?"
These words came out from the Holy Maiden of France Joan of Arc or Jeanne D'Arc as that was her original name
"My apologies it is not easy to explain."
It was a conversation between the two Saberfaces the original and the not-actually King Arthur one
"No! No! Go on!"
"Well how can i explain...i've never seen the Archer In Red before but whenether i'm with him i always get so..so.."
"Angry?"
"Well yes but-wait no! I mean-...ughh"
This explanation was going practically nowhere
"Hmmm...Maybe it's familiarity? Nostalgia even?"
This conclusion made Arturia perk up in excitement
"That's it..!"
She had slammed the table almost breaking it on accident
Almost as if on cue the Archer in question made his appearence, his hair was down at the moment but he didn't care it was obvious he was having a good day
"Now now Saber...we aren't trying to break the table yes?"
The Archer hadn't spoken in a condescending tone which caught both the Holy Maiden & The King of Knights attention
He was almost..kind even
For Arturia it gave her even more nostalgia But now was not the time for hesitating!
"Archer!"
"Hmm? Yes?"
"Allow me to accompany you!"
Growl*
"...After i finish my food..."
And here lies the fragile ego of the king of knights pay it rest in peace...or pieces depending on how mad it is-
The Archer simply sighed
"Well...it's not like i could refuse a king..."
Success!!
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The daily life of Archer was a life that would be considered mundane to most but to someone with E-rank luck you had to take you victories when you could
And cooking was one of them
Of course Arturia was no cook but no cook was better than Gawain so...
"Hey Saber?"
"Yes Archer?"
"Could you cut some of the vegetables?"
Saber's face immediately soured a little bit not that she didn't like vegetables but because whenever she tried to cut vegetables she'd end up cutting the cutting board
"Deep Breathing Arturia...you're the king of knights..you can cut some vegetables"
She tried to cut some onions and she successfully did!
"Ahah! I did it! See that Archer?"
"Thanks Saber...but you somehow managed to cut the counter-"
The rest of the counter fell apart much to Saber's despair
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Archer was now heading towards his room after a long day of cooking He was content with what he did today
But his 'companion' did not as she was still following him
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.
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Maybe he should break the silence...
"So King of Knights that was my daily life...anything else?"
"Appreciated Archer but i would like to see something else..."
"And what would that be now..?"
"U-Uhm...well.."
The Archer had been dealing with her for the majority of his day and he enjoyed every bit of it he would never tell anyone that though
Oh well let's just give her whatever she wants
"I'd like to know your true name.."
Briefly a look of utter shock came to his face only to be gone the very next second
"Saber...did you forget i don't have a legend? You could look for years and you wouldn't find my name anywhere.."
It was an excuse he just needed to change the subject this one would not end well for himself
"It's not that...well i just feel like i've met you before..."
"That's silly Saber, You were in the 4th and the 5th holy grail war yes?"
"..Yes..."
"Did you see a tall tanned man with white hair in any of those?"
"No..."
"Then it's just your imagination then..."
"Maybe..."
She was contemplating giving up but then she had remembered something important That world of swords...it was Archer's Reality Marble..!
"Archer!"
"H-Huh? Yes?"
The Archer was startled at her energy but on the inside he was more annoyed now that he had to deal with this
"Show me your Reality Marble!"
"No."
Arturia quickly frowned at the oh so sudden response
"I shouldn't use a type of magecraft that allows me to rewrite reality in my image..."
"Well.."
"Look i'll even ask master."
Entering the link between him and his master he started to speak to him
"Hey Master?"
"Yeah Emiya?"
"Can i use my reality marble?
"Sure"
A deadpan look worked it's way onto Archer's face causing Arturia's to gleam with joy
"...Very well.."
Emiya took a deep breath before citing his chant
"I am The Bone of My Sword"
"Steel is My Body, Fire is My Blood"
"I Have Created Over a Thousand Blades"
"Unknown to Death"
"Nor Known to Life"
"Withstood Pain to Create Many Weapons" "Yet These Hands Will Never Hold Anything.."
"So as i Pray.."
"Unlimited Blade Works"
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Unlimited Blade Works
That was the name of this Fake Noble Phantasm per say
"So...Happy?"
Emiya was cleary tired of the constant nagging but luckily for Arturia he liked her so he didn't mind too much
"..Hmm.."
The Saber in blue was looking around at each sword and the area in general
This place was important she was sure of it..!
And luckily she found her answer
Behind her was her sword the sword she had pulled out of the stone oh so many years ago
Why it was in so close proximity? Who knows, maybe Arturia being here attracted Caliburn to this area, maybe it was simply Emiya's unconscious preference of it towards other swords
Or maybe...
It was Fate
The moment Arturia grabbed Caliburn
His brain suffered a horrible thobbing
Emiya had felt like someone had violated his mind and allowed a good amount of memories to comeback
After a second of feeling his own memories he looked over to Arturia She was crying with a plain expression on her face
Emiya immediately undid his reality marble, returning them to chaldea
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"...Arturia..?"
"Archer...who is Emiya Shirou..?"
"...He was a boy...very similar to me..."
Arturia stared at him
"You Liar.."
These words hit Emiya hard...how much had she learnt?
"You're lying...i don't why but i know you're lying.."
He hated it he hated lying to someone he lov-
...Where did that come from..?
"When will you tell me the truth Archer..?"
Who was it? Who was the boy named Emiya Shirou and why did he walk into hell with a straight face..?
"..."
Saber had wiped her tears away
"Can you at least tell me more about him...?"
As much as these memories hurt him he owed the king at least some answers "...Yeah...just come to me at dinner and i'll tell you all about him.."
"Thank you...Archer.."
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And that's chapter 4!
Holy hell this took forever to finish
I had a lot of writers block so rip
And that i'm currently watching Hunter X Hunter
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See you in chapter 5!
Word Count : 2400 and something idc
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