Warning: Minor spoilers for Fate/Stay Night Heaven's Feel at the end.

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The passage was long.

After grabbing his God Arcs, Shirou had walked down the flight of stairs. When a few minutes had passed, he began to count the number of steps he was taking. After passing 1000, he tried running.

Almost slipping persuaded him from that course of action. So now, he was fighting his irritation, instead taking note of the tunnel's condition.

As he went deeper, the stairs and walls became more slippery and haggard with moss. Even the somehow lit sconces were looking old, not just in appearance, but also in the strength of its flame.

Deeper Shirou went. Deeper and deeper and deeper, until it suddenly evened out, becoming a hallway that ended in a wooden door.

Blinking from the break in monotony, Shirou then reassumed a cautious stance as he walked to the door. The hallway was more similar to the beginning of the stairwell than the end.

Reaching the door, Shirou put his ear against it, trying to hear what was on the other side. There was nothing but the slight sound of slithering.

Breathing in, Shirou took one step away from the door, before kicking the door open. Jumping through, Shirou immediately went to attack whatever was there, only to see...

Nothing. It was a large empty room, with a stairwell leading from the door to the ground, and a pit in the centre.

But where was the slithering coming from? Looking around, Shirou decided to start with the most suspicious place first. Walking towards the pit, he knelt over to look inside.

It was empty, but at the base, there were slight groove marks. Wanting to investigate, Shirou dropped into the pit, and walked to the centre, where the deepest grooves were.

This was a mistake.

"Grooooooaaaaaaaarrraaaaa!!!"

With a roar, the ground below Shirou broke, and from below came tendrils.

The same tendrils from before. Wrapping around his arms, and aiming the unused tendrils blade first at him.

Looking down, Shirou saw the hulking form of Shinji, only now it was less composed than before, constantly moving.

"Hahahahaha..."

Shirou's attention was then captured by the sound of a dry chuckle, which then grew to a bellowing laugh on the edge of a coughing fit.

"Hahahahahahahahahaha!!!"

The noise was coming from an old, frail looking man, more in line with a skeleton than a person.

"Ah, good show Emiya. But it seems your adventure has come to an end."

The voice was familiar. Racking his brain, Shirou realized who the figure before him was.

"No way... Zouken? What happened to you?"

The old man was named Zouken Matou, and was the grandfather of Shinji and Sakura. Normally he was a normal looking old man. Frizzy hair, similar to Shinji's, but shorter and white, and grey eyes like Shinji too.

"Heh. This? This is the fruits of my labour."

"The fruits of your labour? Whatever, where's Sakura!?"

Smirking disgustingly, Zouken replied,

"Oh, her? My most successful failure? Why, she's nearby. But you'll see her later. For now, you should worry for yourself."

As he said that, the tendrils binding Shirou's arms seemed to tighten, before throwing him into the wall.

Hitting the wall, Shirou fell, then rolled to his feet. As he did, Shinji leapt straight towards him.

Stepping forward, Shirou leapt underneath Shinji, before turning to begin his assault.

Shirou slashed diagonally with Bakuya, severing 3 tendrils on Shinji's back, before slashing sideways with Kanshou, severing another 2.

Before he could continue, Shinji spun around, striking him with his bladed tendrils, causing a slight cut on his abdomen, and pushing him back.

"Graroooooaaaa!!!"

With a roar, Shinji leapt towards Shirou, bringing his tendril-like arms down to crush him.

Getting back to his feet, Shirou jumped back to avoid the slam attack, before trying to throw Bakuya at Shinji's right arm.

Instead of cutting all the way through the arm, or even cutting some tendrils off and flying away, it became impaled in between two tendrils, sticking in Shinji's right shoulder.

With a light curse from Shirou, and a roar from Shinji, the two ran at each other, Shinji with his arms out, ready to crush Shirou, and Shirou aiming for Bakuya.

As Shinji clapped his tendril arms together, Shirou jumped above them, before landing on it and using it as a stepping stone to leap for his God Arc.

Wrapping his empty right hand around the handle, he used it as a support to stand on Shinji's shoulder, before raising Kanshou and sawing through the tendrils holding Bakuya.

He was only able to saw down to halfway through the second layer before Shinji began to buck his shoulders, trying to remove Shirou. Gritting his teeth, Shirou just sawed faster, until Shinji realized bucking wasn't working, and sent his left tendrils to attack Shirou.

Noticing the tendrils, Shirou jumped off of Shinji's shoulder, rolling onto the floor. Most of Shinji's tendrils pierced into his right shoulder, but a few tracked after Shirou. Using just Kanshou, he deflected and cut dodown those tendrils.

Guessing that Bakuya was loose enough to come out, Shirou called for it. It slowly eased out of the tendrils, before shooting towards Shirou's right hand.

"Groooaraaaaaaarrr!!!"

Shinji roared, out of both frustration and pain, before leaping back into the pit, burrowing his tendrils into the floor beneath.

Shirou chased after Shinji, and was about to leap into the pit, before tendrils burst forth from the ground behind him. They lunged for him, and he flipped over them, before severing them.

As they fell, more rose, and Shirou sliced them apart. This continued until there were 40 severed tendrils on the floor.

"Grrraaaaaa!!!"

Roaring in pain, Shinji leapt out of the pit, only to be charged mid-air by Shirou, who began ripping and slashing Shinji's midsection, until his head was exposed.

Shirou stared at Shinji's head, which had only further deformed, and into his eyes, which had lost their original colour, turning red and only showing a primal fear and bloodlust.

"Aaaahhhh!!!"

With a cry of fear, Shinji used his now bladeless tendrils to wrap around his midsection and throw him away.

As Shinji landed with a confident growl, his vision was suddenly engulfed by red.

While Shirou was flying, he had put his God Arc into Bow mode. Just before he hit the wall, he drew back on the Oracle string to form an Oracle arrow, only for more Oracle than normal to siphon into the neon-green shot, turning it into a crimson-red.

As he released the string, Shirou's mind flashed to an image of a man kneeling, holding a large black bow and a spiral sword at the bowstring. Pulling it back, the man yelled,

"Calad-"

"-Bolg!"

With that cry, the Oracle arrow struck Shinji's face, and detonated in an explosion three times as big as normal.

Hitting the wall, and landing on his knees, Shirou stood up, bleeding from the few cuts he got and from his nose. He walked over to the smoking form of Shinji.

Stepping onto him, he then walked over to where Shinji's head was, only to see the surrounding tendrils eradicated, and further tendrils burnt, with Shinji's head almost completely intact.

Breathing hard was Shinji, his red eyes starting to turn back into a grey.

"Hey... Shirou..."

Kneeling down to Shinji, Shirou responded,

"Shinji... Shinji, I'm sorry..."

"Don't... worry abou... about it..."

With shaking hands, Shirou reached out for Shinji's head, only for Shinji to continue.

"Hey... Shirou... Was... Was I... a good friend?"

Blinking, both from confusion and the slight burning in his eyes, Shirou answered with a slightly dry voice.

"Yeah. Yeah, you were a great friend. My best."

Smiling slightly, or what Shirou imagined was smiling, Shinji continued.

"Good. That's... good. I was... jealous... of you... when we were younger... How you could... say with conviction... your dreams... I'm glad... I never betrayed you... You'll achieve... your dream... I know it... Shirou..."

Gritting his teeth, Shirou closed his eyes, and cursed. He cursed Zouken, he cursed himself, he cursed the world that let this happen. But he knew that if he had kept a better eye on Shinji, had investigated the Matou's earlier, this wouldn't have happened.

Shirou's self-loathing was interrupted by a groan from Shinji, and some twitching from his body.

"Sorry... Shirou... Looks like... my time is... almost up... So hurry... and end me..."

Clenching his fists, Shirou unattached his God Arcs and rose Bakuya, aiming the tip at Shinji's head.

"Save... Sakura..."

Lowering the blade in an instant, and feeling it sink through Shinji's skull and into his brain, Shirou cursed.

"Damnit Shinji..."

Letting go of his God Arcs, and putting his head in his hands, he ground his hands, and growled, and eventually yelled out his frustration.

"Aaaaahhhhh!!!"

Letting it all out, Shirou then just stayed on his knees, not moving.

After a while, he then began to move again, just slightly moving to grab his God Arcs, before...

"Gahh!"

Shirou was impaled through the chest by a black ribbon that was extending from the shadow of a girl. A familiar girl. A girl with white hair, and red eyes, and a red ribbon in her hair.

Next to her was Zouken, again smirking disgustingly, saying,

"How do you like her? This is my granddaughter, Sakura Matou. You said you wanted to see her?"

Then the girl, the one that couldn't be Sakura, but very much was Sakura, giggled, saying,

"Hello there, Senpai~."

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Thank you for reading. This is Cee and, hey, a one and a half thousand word chapter. I wanna say, again, I haven't watched or played Heaven's Feel, so I got no idea on Zouken's personality. Also, spoilers for Heaven's Feel. I may not have watched it, but I know the plot.

Second, this felt like a mess, but maybe that's what it's meant to be. I hope you guys enjoyed it at least.

Thank you army.skeleton, greatorian, NecrorexSparda Juubi-No-Kishin, and Manny190 for favouriting or following.

Goodbye.

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