A/N: Hey peeps, here's the first chapter of Book 1.5 of my King of Wrought Iron Series. For those who were asking, this first chapter and possibly either the first two or even the third one will be set in the same world before moving onto the next one. Shirou's first world is that of OneChanbara, which is literally a hack and slash video game and movie franchise about a literal Zombie Slayer in a skimpy bikini wearing a cowgirl hat and a scarf of all thing as her attire. This chapter takes place in the first chapter of the latest game in the franchise I know of, OneChanbara Z: Kagura, with the halfway point between this arc occurring during the events of OneChanbara ZII: Chaos. Suffice to say, if any of you didn't get the reference to a cowgirl stripper or a high-school yakuza, the descriptions fit both Aya and Saki along with Kagura and Saaya to a tee. Not that that is out of the way, onto the disclaimer.

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own any franchise mentioned in this fic, and any references made are credited as used to the best of my abilities. This story is based as a FANFIC of a FANFIC, as in a FAN-MADE FICTION of a FAN-MADE FICTION using Marcus Galen Sands' own fic 'God Slaying Blade Works' as the basis for the fic and its continuation. I do not own any of the franchise materials referenced in my fic, as they are the respective properties of their respective publishers, owners, authors, and creators. If you paid to read this, then you got ripped off. And if you do not like it, then you do not have to read it. Nobody is making you.

And now...

STORY START:

K.O.W.I. Book 1.5: Shirou's Parallel World Adventures

First World: Hacking Up Undead, Chanbara Style-Part I

Tokyo Babel, Japan

Shirou P.O.V.

"This guy's certainly a slippery one, Saaya."

"Indeed he is, Sis...could it be he's used to fights like this?"

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THE WOMEN HERE?! HOW is THAT an APPROPRIATE Undead Hunting attire?! Are ALL the Undead Hunter's female members some kind of sick fetishists?! You are the second cowgirl stripper I practically ran into for the last WEEK!"

I shouted at the top of my lungs while colorfully cursing in twenty six-no, scratch that, make that twenty-SEVEN different languages now as I began screaming expletives out as these two as I just barely managed to ditch the other pair of crazy sisters. Now I have to deal with another pair of insane siblings with an all too eager desire to either carve me up into human sashimi or pound me into ground hamburger meat.

As I ran away screaming in my justified shouts of expletives obscene enough to make a whole shipyard full of sailors blush and make their faces spontaneously combust if they knew what I was screaming, the two seemed to have slowed down at that, as their eyes seemed to widen, the 'Saaya' girl in realization of something as the cowgirl stripper wearing a freaking skimpy swimsuit of all things in a battle against the undead simply had her eyes sparkle with a look I knew all too well from that blonde idiot's antics as her grin widened…

...oh fuck me with surprise butt-sex...dear sweet Root...by the Blue's tits of the sweet divine whore who felt heaven, please please PLEASE tell me she isn't going to-

"Let's get him Saaya! He knows where our targets are!"

...she did...she and that moronic idiot Doni must NEVER meet, or else there will be an apocalypse born of two Cheery Berserkers birthing a whole family of Cheery Berserkers...that thought alone makes me shudder at the idea of the two ever meeting...but that's for later worries! I turn to run, only to find myself dodging the sisters attempts to grapple me as I run in an even more desperate bid to escape them, until the Undead start showing up yet again!

Oh screw this shit! Running to the open balcony with nothing but a dead drop all the way down forty meters to the ground of the building's basement level parking, the two chased after me, but a bunch of bigger Undead suddenly appeared as a barrier started to form by rising up to block off escape. Like HELL I was going through this shit a second time! I already dealt with this shit from the other crazy sisters, I was NOT doing a repeat of that bullshit again so soon!

"I am the Bone of my Sword"

Before the barrier had the time to properly seal myself off with these two, I chanted the first verse of my Aria as I took full advantage of the passive effects of my [Flames of Creation] and [Raijin] Authorities. The two actually resonated rather well with my magic, allowing me to literally turn the mobile forge that was created using my version of the [Territory Creation] spell into a literal protective barrier for myself where the only thing capable of safely passing through the flames unharmed would be me or someone with ludicrous levels of fire resistance.

The lightning based Authority also enhanced my reflexes, fast thinking, processing speed, and even cognitive ability. I could literally rival a supercomputer now with how much I could think with both [accelerated thought] and [parallel thinking] active with this Authority's passive effects in place. With both combined, I was turned into a human freight train with how fast I could accelerate both my body and mind to the point I could be mistaken for a human steam engine, especially since my body took a somewhat metallic sheen as the blades of my Reality Marble partially manifested internally to help ease the strain of doing this to my own body and began to burn the ground wherever I stood with electric fire and produced acrid smoke pouring out of my mouth and nose as I exhaled.

My body was crackling with silvery sparks of electricity and lines of burning orange primordial fire crackled just beneath my skin. My flesh was turning into metal as the partial manifestation of my Inner World internally within my body allowed me to maintain this far longer and better than if I didn't have it to increase my physical durability and resist the strain of doing this combination along with roasting my innards while frying my nervous system at the same time. If anyone else did this, they'd probably die, and as I ran, I think I heard the two gasp as they saw the changes to my body as I continued running and ignored them further in favor of my escape.

Right before the barrier sealed me in with these two crazy perverts and the Undead they were carving up, I jumped through the closing gap, over the ledge to the yawning forty-meter drop to the ground below, and threw out a familiar set of nameless chained daggers that Medusa used as her weapon of choice for battle and launched myself up in a swing that would have made the former Servant of the Mount proud in the display of athletic parkour and acrobatic agility after I traced them before I began to fall, using the momentum to increase the speed of my swing.

As I escaped, I could hear the profanities of the said cowgirl stripper shouting at me for running away from her in both very badly broken English that she horribly butchered and Japanese she spoke perfectly fluently...huh, despite myself I could not help but smirk in amusement at her rather colorful use of creative swearing in two different languages, no matter how badly she butchered one of them. She was a funny one, I'll give her that much. Better than that blonde sword idiot savant in my opinion, anyway, but I still do not want the two to ever meet up. Reaching the apex of my swing, I dismiss the chained daggers and launch myself at and over the ledge about two floors down from the top one.

"Mmmmph...I'm really feeling like I'm getting too old for this shit..." I grunted out as I landed near the top floor of the building, just outside the top penthouse suit of the building. I REALLY needed someplace to rest, and since there didn't seem to be anyone else here that was still alive aside from the pair of cowgirl strippers and their little high-school yakuza sisters, I decided to sneak into this apartment one this floor while silently apologizing for the breach in privacy for whoever owned this place. Maybe I'll leave a bit of money as an apology when I leave...

Carefully opening the door in a manner that it would not be so easily noticed that it was picked, I crept in after making sure it was not infested with the undead. After making myself certain there wasn't anyone there, dead or alive, I set up a quick bounded field to alert me to any enemies breaching the field and keeping the Undead at bay. After treating my wounds and raiding the kitchen, I discovered that, much to my chagrin, it was almost devoid of any food at all.

Needless to say that didn't help my mood. First kitchen I found that was actually an acceptable one for my standards, and it was useless without any food to cook a proper meal in. Suffice to say the only food I found was just some simple snacks and a bit of nonperishable junk food the owner of this apartment left behind in a hurry. Grumbling as I contemplated a way of getting me some much needed proper food after I ate the lousy excuse for a snack, I laid down for a quick rest as I went over what happened in my head to understand the situation I was in currently.

After dealing with [Zurvan] and giving him the proverbial middle finger before getting myself dragged to this world, I found myself in an abandoned alley with a LOT of what looked like blood smears on the ground, and I knew they weren't from me. These smears were old, as in a few days, maybe even a couple of weeks, old. That was my first sign something wasn't right when I noticed the whole town like that...right before the walking corpses appeared and tried to take a bite out of me. Suffice to say, I immediately sent them to the other side using [Lord of the Dead] to banish them from the mortal plane and put their tormented souls to rest, permanently.

About a week later of digging through what happened and what the situation of the world I found myself currently in was, I discovered information about these Undead Spirits, this Z.P.C. organization dedicated to exterminating them, learned of these Undead Hunters...and had a rather unfortunate encounter with what looked to be four of them...two of which were cowgirl strippers with the same perverted fashion sense and the other two being a couple of high-school yakuza with their respective personalities and shared goth-Lolita style choice of wardrobe.

As I got away finally from them, I made my way to the top of this tower, which I learned from looking at the signage hung throughout the hall as I swung up to the upper floors was an apartment building called Tokyo Babel...huh...the irony of that name is not lost on me. I just hope this one isn't destroyed with me in it like its namesake and all the people building it...that would be some seriously bad-*BA-BOOM* *RMMMMmmMMMBBLLbbLLbbBLE*

As the building came down on my head, I could only say one thing in response as my attempt to rest peacefully was interrupted once again for the umpteenth time the past week, right before everything went black as I was crushed to death by the rubble. I knew it wouldn't kill me permanently, but still...

"ROOT-DAMN MY FUCKING SHITTY E-RANK LUCK!"

...I just hate it when this happens…

Scene Change

Zombie Prevention Control H.Q., Japanese Branch Field Office

Anna P.O.V.

After the botched mission to the Tokyo Babel building where both Aya and her sister Saki were declared missing, possibly dead, we dug through the rubble and discovered three bodies. The first two were identified as both Kagura and her half-sister, Saaya, but neither Aya nor Saki were ever found. Not long after retrieval, the two of them began to regenerate as their vampiric blood healed their wounds and reversed the damage done to them. The two of them were easy enough to handle, given they were both especially pissed at being betrayed by their own organization and gave us everything we wanted to know and more.

It was the third body we found that gave us more than a few headaches to deal with. First of all it was a male cadaver with no ID on him, no records of him either fingerprints, DNA, or what dental records we could pull. Surprisingly, his head was in remarkably good condition, as it seemed he shielded it above all else. But there was nothing on the guy. Second thing we noticed was he was found in what looked to be the remains of the floor just beneath the one Kagura and Saaya were found on. It looked as if he had hid there and had strips of rags from torn clothes as makeshift bandages, clear signs he had been injured prior to the collapse.

I was listening to the trio of Z.P.C. members following me to check up on the body. From what we gathered, his remains were in remarkably good shape, considering he had a whole two floors, including the roof, collapse on him with a full six stories between him and the ground. Not only that, but they discovered he wore a mantle with what looked like a coat-of-arms in the form of an anvil with a sword stabbed into the top of it encircled by a gear. We looked it up, but there was nothing. The best we could guess it was some kind custom-made overcoat the guy wore, but whoever made it and where it was made are completely unknown.

"...kay, the John Doe is right in-?! The fuck?!" The Z.P.C. scientist who was to perform the autopsy froze and began swearing as the table in the morgue here had the blanket and all the tools needed to dissect a body, but no body was lying on the steel slab and the blanket had obviously been shifted, as if somebody woke up from a sleep and got out of bed...shit...

"...hey doc, where's the dead body?" One of the other Z.P.C. guys who walked with me asked as he and I both began to get rather itchy fingers for the triggers of our respective firearms...not good…

"...it was right here on this slab...our John Doe was right here just a few minutes ago, I just left him right here...shit..." The scientist began to nervously look at the door to the ridge housing the samples of unusual Undead the Z.P.C. has been known to take for study in how best to deal with them. There was no other place for the cadaver to have gone, and if it got back up…

I reached for one of my uzis as the third Z.P.C. member reached for his shotgun with one hand and the door handle with the other. With his free hand not holding his handgun pointed at the door, my other fellow Z.P.C. agent counted down from three and the door was yanked open. Yet what we found surprised us…

"WHAT THE FU-" "LOOK AT THE SIZE OF THAT WHAMMER!"

...as standing right in the fridge glaring daggers, no swords at us, was the John Doe from the Tokyo Babel collapse, standing right there as a number of literal swords began to manifest in motes of golden light, cutting off the first guy and making this John Doe's already frosty glare give an even steelier edge to it as he spoke his next words in response to the second's comment about his...sword and twin flails...hanging between his legs.

"...would one of you please be so kind as to tell me where my clothes are and why the FUCKING HELL IN ROOT'S NAME you have an entire FREEZER full of UNDEAD BODY PARTS FOR?!"

My mind utterly froze as I felt a bizarre sense of what could only be called pure instinct as I saw the supposed John Doe before me in all his naked glory. He was ripped. Nothing too over the top, but his body was literally a swimmers build in how perfectly proportioned he was; a build fit for a warrior, and his posture was seemingly relaxed yet poised to move without a moment's warning if he did. There were obvious scars over his dark caramel colored skin, but that made it all the more apparent by the enormity of the...package...hanging between his legs, as yes, he was butt ass nude, yet the fridge's freezing temperature didn't seem to phase him in the slightest. He had a tribal sword tattoo along his right arm up to the shoulder and a scar on his left shoulder with old burn scars along the arm itself.

My eyes were widening as I felt my face burn hotter and hotter from the image being burned permanently into my memory of his goods and all his naked glory along with treacherous thoughts of what I could not help imagining myself feeling and doing with said large specimen of masculine perfection...

His hair and eyebrow on the left half was a rust-red while the hair and eyebrow on the right side was pure ash-white. But his eyes were what drew one's eyes right after we got over the shock of a well-hung and NAKED cadaver that began suddenly walking around making demands and summoning swords out of thin air. His left eye was a molten gold that burned like the metal in a forge and seemed to have hellfire emanating from within it, while his right was pure silver with what looked to be silvery sparks of divine lightning pouring from it.

But it was the sheer look in his eyes that made me and my coworkers freeze in place...'Old'...that was the one and only thought running through my head the second I saw his eyes. There was a depth of pain to his gaze far beyond his seemingly twenty-something years that showed something was not normal with him, as if some key aspect of his humanity were lost and he simply tries to continue with his compromised humanity as best he can...though his body was-

"Oi, I get I'm a bit exotic in appearance, but it's rude to stare you know. Sorry to tell you boys I am completely straight, so stop staring at my junk. And as for you Miss...pick your jaw up and wipe that drool when your done staring at me like a piece of meat already, will you? It's very uncomfortable being looked at like that..."

Suddenly my cheeks burned an even deeper red as I realized that, yes, yes I was indeed drooling over the guy. The man was most certainly alive, given the fact the scientist confirmed he had a pulse when he offered his arm to tell them that he WASN'T an Undead Spirit. Which begs two very important questions…

"..if you don't mind answering two questions: Who are you and how did you survive having Tokyo Babel collapse with you in it?" I asked him with my best attempt at a business face with utmost professionalism...at least as best I could given the major blush still burning across my face as I tried and failed to get the image of his very delicious body out of my head and my mind out of the gutter...I REALLY needed to find a guy to date again and soon...this dry spell of mine is killing me here...

"Well, my name is Emiya Shirou, better known to my friends as the Daemon King of Wrought Iron. But to answer your other question, allow me one of my own: Do you believe in magic?" The newly identified Emiya Shirou explained as he snapped his fingers with his right hand, dismissing the danger of the weapons that was hovering in mid-air threatening to impale us if we tried to fire upon him in a shower of the same golden light they manifested in, as a blanket manifested over his nude form to cover his body until he got some clothes, much to my surprising disappointment at being denied such a provocative sight...must have been WAY too long since my last boyfriend. I really need to get laid soon at this rate...

A/N: And that's the first chapter of Book 1.5 peeps. I bet you all can already guess, but Shirou and Anna are oh so definitely going to be having a difficult time by the time Shirou has to leave for the next world. Suffice to say I ha quite a bit of fun with that one. Anna comes of as such a serious person from what I've seen of the gameplay and interactions, so the idea of her being pent up is most certainly fun to play with. I plan for Shirou to have a few different worlds before he gets to the world of DxD for the events of Book 2. Until next chapter, PEACE OUT!