A/N: Hey peeps. Here's the next chapter for the arc and K.O.W.I Book 1.5. Not too many review this time, so I'll just skip them and do the disclaimer.

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own any franchise referenced or used in this series. This fic is the continuation of an AU, as in an ALTERNATE UNIVERSE of one of Marcus Galen Sands own fic, 'God Slaying Blade Works' as its basis. Any references to other franchises or fanfics will be credited as used to the best of my abilities, and any relevant lore will be meshed in a manner that makes sense. This is a FREE FANFIV of a FANFIC, as in a FAN-MADE FICTION of a FAN-MADE FICTION that I wrote for ABSOLUTELY NUDDIN'. So 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:

World Travels of the King of Wrought Iron: Shirou's Parallel World Adventures

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

Heli-plan to Z.P.C. Field Office

Shirou P.O.V.

As we were flying back to the field office with Dan receiving in-field medical attention for his busted leg and the rest of us were chatting and recuperating from the last few hours, I was sitting in silence as I held in my hands the weapon of the Undead Baneful we just put to rest as the tragic past of its creator and original wielder became known to me in full, while my anger at Evange only grew more so for what I learned from reading it. I picked it and the shattered remnants of this whip-sword up right before we left. It just didn't feel right to me for us to leave it behind to rust, especially not with the tragic history behind it.

"So Shirou. What exactly did you learn, and who was this one woman you said you killed, Sangui-something or other?" Kagura asked, heavily butchering the foreign name before she just gave up halfway through trying to pronounce it. I didn't take my eyes off the weapon in my lap as I responded to her question.

"Sanguine Maria, or 'Bloody Mary', as its translation. Her real name was Maria La Muerta, and she was a necromantress, a practitioner of necromancry, the mystical forbidden and dark art of raising the dead from their graves. In my particular community, there are actually various branches of the mystic arts ranging from various specializations, but those that touch upon forbidden branches of research are typically rewarded with what's known as a sealing designation, meaning they either discovered something too valuable or too dangerous to allow them to roam free. Usually its the later, though. In fact, if it wasn't for my status as a Sorcerer, I'd actually be branded with one, due to my own form of forbidden spell that is the basis of most of my spells, my Reality Marble, being a little bit of both."

Their eyes widened at the reveal of my possession of something that could have got me branded as a fugitive if it weren't for my status as a Sorcerer making any attempts to do so pure suicide. I didn't say anything, but from what they could gather just from that response, being a Sorcerer makes me somewhat more dangerous than they believed I initially was in their opinion. The sudden wariness at this admission on my part was proof enough of that...

"But while my magic only poses a threat to myself as it brings the ire of the world down upon me by rejecting and defying the laws of the world itself, hers was utterly insane in what she tried to do. I was actually asked by another Sorcerer, who is also known as the Wizard Marshal, to help stop her as she had stupidly encroached upon his domain of magic in her madness, yet could not stop her himself due to his own circumstances as a Dead Apostle, a higher form of ancient vampire basically, meaning she could have used her research into vampirism to manipulate him if he got too close to her due to just WHAT she was dabbling in."

This got both Kagura and Saaya's attention. A vampire bein older than even Carmilla was would most certainly interest them, meaning they might have had others of their kin around, just as Aya and Saki did, but typically ended up having to hunt them down due to them going insane rather than meeting happily. I however continued my explanations, though...

"I tracked her down, but by the time I found her, it was too late. She was far too gone, and an entire city of hundreds had been reduced to a literal City of the Undead with Sanguine Maria as their Queen. The best I could do was take out the Undead and leave the city as intact as possible, but even so, taking out Sanguine Maria was no small feat to achieve. She had turned herself into a Revenant, had ludicrous regenerative abilities, and even by blasting half her Root-damned body to bits and even destroying part of her head, it meant nothing unless there were no sources of blood nearby, and she never went anywhere without at least a few undead thralls for that purpose."

I recalled the memories of that encounter. The sheer depth of the utter madness that was Sanguine Maria's convoluted stupidity in her attempt to create an 'Ultimate Undead' with vampiric traits. She succeeded in that somewhat, depending on what your perspective was on the matter, but still..

"Took me four hours of firing off weapons at her nonstop from two-thousand meters away just to finally put an end to her...and now I find out she was just as much of a victim of Evange as Misery was...she used HER research to turn people into Undead, to turn her own SISTER into the undead we fought earlier...and you know the worst part of it all? I know everything from her weapons point of view as it happened to her, just by reading its history with my magic...one of the things I am utterly the best at...yet even I find by Magi standards, who are typically as morally bankrupt as you can get, that what Evange has done to be considered utterly beyond redemption...not even some of the most ruthless mage families I know of would even DARE stoop to the levels that Evange has gone..."

Their eyes were obviously widening by what they heard me say, as I told them about what I knew, and why I found myself so haunted by seeing that picture as I handed it to Aya for her to show everyone and the video feed for Anna. My own voice even sounded hollow to myself, much as I was feeling as I was reflecting my memories as I recalled that incident that to this day I see as one of my greatest failures as I spoke. Dan simply spoke up and asked the question about something that got his attention, though didn't move from the seat he was at to stay off his leg as much as possible.

"Hang on. You said you can read a weapon down to its history." The ex-soldier's bespectacled eyes were narrowed in suspicion as he said, not asked, his thoughts clear in the bland tone he gave. The look he gave was pretty obvious what he felt of such an invasion of privacy. I looked away from the weapon and responded to Dan in the eyes as I told him the honest truth of his unasked question.

"Yes, and before you ask Dan, the answer is no, I didn't read your shotgun's history. Or more like I can't unless I physically touched it. [Structural Analysis] is a basic spell that I am the absolute best at which allows one to read the base structure, basic composition and components, what the materials used were, or even the history of whatever it is used on if your proficiency is high enough. But unless its a bladed weapon, I have either greater difficulty or need to physically touch what I want to 'scan', for lack of a better word. But even if I could, I wouldn't do that to your shotgun. Like I said, my Old Man used to have the same look in his eyes before he died that you had. Didn't feel right prying into your past if you didn't feel like sharing."

At this Dan calmed down, with a look of thankfulness that I didn't pry. I knew whatever was on its history was painful for the guy. Plus, I liked him; Dan was a fun guy to be around. His creatively colorful swearing was also rather amusing for me to hear. The only thing I'd miss in the next few hours was hearing him cursing as profusely as he had. Let's just say the guy could give some rather inventive ways to swear that I didn't mind learning and leave it at that.

"What I found when I read Misery's weapon, though..." I turned my eyes back to the weapon in my lap as I spoke. The sense of solemnity I felt from it was saddening what she went through. It actually made my glass heart break a bit at what I found. "While all weapons have a form of soul, a sentience of steel where they know their purpose, they also tend to reflect their wielders who best can make use of them...or the ones who forged them...but Misery's nameless whip-sword..."

At this I felt the overwhelming sense of sadness and pain wash through me from the weapon as I read its history. I can do a far deeper delving into the history of a weapon if I touch or trace it, but this is just...

"I can feel it as I touch it. Her pain. Her agony. Her madness. But most of all...I could feel the one driving force that kept what was left of her mind from crumbling; the one thing that Misery refused to lose, no matter what else she lost or had taken from her...her loyalty to her sister, to Evange...even after their parents died, even when she was abandoned by her own sister, even with the murder of her master taking him from her, after Evange tortured her, broke her, drove her insane, sent her to her death against Aya and Saki, and even as the grip of madness clamped down upon her mind, the one and only thing driving her, was her loyalty. Unshakable. Unbending. The one and only thing she had even as insanity consumed her in its entirety and it was to the one person least deserving in the world to receive it..."

At this everyone's eyes were widened by this fact, with Dan, Kagura, and Saaya looking at Aya and Saki, while the Baneful Sisters and Anna were staring at me with their mouths gaping like fishes in disbelief of what I just said. I simply held the ruined weapon in my hands as I actually shed tears of sorrow in sympathetic pain for the two tragic souls affiliated with this weapon; one being Misery's who forged and wielded it, the other being the sentience of steel within the nameless weapon itself.

For something as truly tragic as this, I could do only one thing in response, something I normally am completely against, but in this case, I'll make an exception to taking a warrior's weapon from their grave as I am about to do. I don't think Misery would object to my plan, either…

"Thou sentient steel who so tread the tragic fate of carving the thorny path of madness, yet ne'er lost thine loyalty even if all that awaited at the end was betrayal, awaken, to hear thine name..."

...as I spoke these words, the remnants of the ruined weapon began to glow somewhat in what looked like a baleful, yet not maliciously dark glow, as the blackened steel and blood-soaked metal began to warp and repair itself, before reforming into something that made Aya and Saki's eyes both widened in shocked disbelief of what they saw, while I tuned out the shouts of surprise of what I was doing to continue unimpeded.

Opening my eyes as its restoration was being finalized, my left eye burned with golden hellfire, my right sparked with silvery divine lightning, while behind my gaze, the world of infinite swords that was my soul was seen by all present as they opened. And as they did, I saw it as my gaze fell upon the weapon before me…

...a little girl with silvery white hair and fair skin, looking up to a familiar head of green hair and eyes of equally green emerald, seeking her approval, wanting to be of aid to her, yet the path she took ending up being one of nothing but betrayal and blood-shed, despite her loyalty driving her to the point of insanity even in death, yet her loyalty never once wavered, nor once ever crumbled as it went unrewarded…

...her mind was broken, her body battered, the agony of simply going about so great that she should have by all intents and purposes been dead from the shock alone, yet her loyalty pushed all that back simply to keep going even as she tore her body, mind, and soul asunder, for her loyalty was still forever unbending, even to the moment she was abandoned to die on that rooftop after being turned into an Undead…

...thus I gifted this remnant vestige of a truly tragic soul with the one name I felt fit both her weapon and its original wielder and creator most of all…a reflection of the maddened path of thorny brambles and suffering they both walked and carved out for themselves...it's name...

"...I hereby dub thee...[Misery]...the Lamentation of Sorrowful Agony."

As I finished, I wept tears of crimson as the sheer depth of the pain found within the weapon alone is one that was actually comparable to my own suffering. Everyone simply stared at me in shock at the blood streaming like tears from my eyes, before they realized I hadn't cried in so long, my tear ducts don't shed anything but tears of blood if I do ever cry. As I gazed upon the newly reformed weapon in my hands, the blackened steel and blood-soaked metal still showed its corruption, but unlike before, it was lessened, and some of the original silvery steel was restored. The general shape and form remained the same, but less brutal and more refined than the barbarically twisted form it had when Misery had been turned into an Undead.

"What...did you just do, Shirou..." Anna asked over the video feed, after she saw what I did to the weapon in my lap, as well as the changes made to it.

"I awakened the dormant steel soul within this weapon. All nameless weapons have the potential to develop a soul, a sentience of steel; I simply have the power to awaken this soul by gifting upon them a name. Names have power, as they bestow a sense of purpose for those who receive them. Though normally I don't do this for warriors who died, but I don't think either Misery, neither the person nor the weapon here in my hands, would mind me taking this one to use in place of its original wielder...I still don't like taking from the dead very much, but in this case, I think I'll make an exception in order to give this truly tragic soul some measure of peace by showing it the beauty of the world it was denied when I continue along on my travels..."

I said in response as I transferred the sword into my vault in a shower of golden motes of light as I stored the newly dubbed [Misery] alongside the others within the [Gates of Babylon] and formed a trio of new whip-swords from its blueprints among the countless weapons surrounding the Hill of Swords within my soul. One as it originally was, one as its tainted form, and the last as the restored and named form of this whip-sword, each resonating with the departed soul of Misery as she is memorialized in the world within my soul.

"Hey Dan, when you get off, I'll come along with you. I don't like doing this for a reason, as awakening the soul of a weapon whose wielder is dead is more taxing on me than if said wielder was still alive and could take the strain off my own mind as they left an impression of themselves upon the weapon, so I'm going to need some time to sort out what I saw just now. More so this time since the dead wielder was an Undead, which makes it somewhat more straining for me mentally. All I will say is this: Misery was truly one tragic soul whose pain is actually comparable to my own, and I survived being bathed in the curses of All the Worlds Evils and touched All Sins of the World. And that was when I was seven years old. That's not a level of suffering ANYONE should ever have to got through alone like she did and was forced to bare the burden of all by herself..."

I then proceeded to lay down to take a nap for the remainder of the flight. I noticed the shocked looks of what I just said, but was too tired mentally from doing this to bother mentioning anything else. But before I went to sleep, I made one request of the four Undead Hunters present. "Also, Cowgirl Strippers. High-school Yakuzas. Do me a favor and give Evange a message from me before you put her down. Tell her I said that Misery deserved far better than her. She ought to know what you're talking about when you do."

Ignoring their indignant squawks of disapproval of my nicknames for them, I took a nap for the rest of the flight as we dropped off the four of them via airdrop so Dan and I could get to the Z.P.C. Field Office that Anna was operating out of. When we landed, I got word of the mission success and how Evange was now slain by the four, and that a heli-plane was in route to extract them. Right now Dan and I just wanted a nap though, so Dan was taken to the infirmary while Anna had me stay at her place, much to my reluctance before deciding to make it up to her by cooking for her as a compromise.

Scene Change

About One Week Later-Anna's Apartment

Third-person P.O.V.

"Anna? Shirou? Ya here? We're coming in." A key slide into the door to unlock it as a Dan walking on crutches with a cast on his leg limped into the apartment, with a very nervous Kagura, followed by Saaya, Saki, and Aya walking behind him. They came to check up the two of them since they haven't heard from them for the last three days. Kagura had a rather smug and knowing look, until Dan found out what she did right before they dropped out of contact…

Flashback

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, there little missy. You are WAY too young to be thinking about having little ones running around!"

Dan said as he snatched the bottle that Kagura had been holding with a proud smirk on her face after Shirou left to meet up with Anna at her place. The response he got was not what he expected.

"HUH?! What are you talking about?! Those are laxatives!" Kagura screamed in outrage as the ex-military man simply raised a single bespectacled brow at that in incredulous disbelief before answering with a perfect deadpan tone as he just looked at her unblinkingly.

"Laxatives?! Can't ya read the label?! I know what these are little missy, and laxatives they are not. This ain't shitting juice. This is a fertility enhancement supplement for couples having a hard time conceiving. And before ya ask, I only know this because this is the exact same shit my best bud and his missus used before she popped out the cute little twin buggers who affectionately called me their favorite and fun 'Uncle Dan'. She suffered from infertility. But one little drop o' this later, and she and my best bud, may he rest in peace, had two rambunctious twins in their lives afterwards..."

When Dan explained this to her, the look of horrified shock on her face caused Dan, Saaya, Aya, and Saki to look at her in worry, before Dan made the connection and noticed the bottle was half-full. Oh damn…

"...please tell me you didn't take this yourself."

"...no..."

"But you slipped it into Shirou's food while he was cooking just now when he wasn't looking, didn't you."

"...yes..."

"...please tell me you only gave them a few spoonful's and this bottle was already opened when you used it."

The silence Kagura gave him was answer enough, and Dan could not believe her stupidity at giving an entire HALF-BOTTLE of baby-making drugs to ANNA of all people. Sure, he knew she needed to find a guy in her life, but Dan sure as hell didn't think she'd be too happy with getting one this way! He'd been on the receiving end of her rage for poking at her love life enough to know you do NOT ever poke THAT sleeping behemoth. He could only say one thing to her in response to Kagura's impending funeral.

"...whelp, you're dead." Dan just turned around and began to limp away on his crutches before Saaya, Aya, and Saki stopped him by standing in his way to ask what he was talking about. Suffice to say, the response he gave them made them understand just how royally fucked at that moment Kagura was, and NOT in a fun way.

"That food Shirou was making was a surprise dinner he was cooking for Anna and himself. But I don't think the surprise he planned for her included anywhere in them for the two of them to have a bunch of little ones running around in the near future."

End Flashback

The looks of sheer horror on the four's faces was matched only by the furious blushes of embarrassment at the idea of such a thing. All four knew they'd need heirs for themselves when they needed to pass on their training to the next generation, but they still didn't need that image of Anna and Shirou in bed together in such a blunt manner as Dan's description.

It's been three days since then, and neither hide nor hair of either Anna or Shirou has been seen or heard from. They haven't even been returning their texts or calls. So the five of them decided to check and see what was going on. They made their way through the apartment, and there were signs of the two having apparently shoved a few things aside, but when they got to the bedroom, that was when things got rather...explicit…

Dan opened the door, and the first thing to hit all five of them was the stench. It was raw, undiluted, and reeked of sex. The second thing to register was the sight of a butt-ass naked Anna straddling a very prominent bulge with two dark caramel colored hands clamped onto her pale white ass as the two were rocking her bed, the legs of the piece of furniture long since broken from the obvious force behind the nonstop lovemaking breaking it in as the two fucked like bunnies in the woods. Finally, the sound of wanton moaning and beastial groaning as Shirou unleashed further into his partner's very prominent belly bulge as she expanded further from the intense impregnation as a very thick, steaming, and sticky wetness spread over the sheets and giving an idea of just HOW big a package the two were milking being exposed as the sheets barely covering the two became see-through in the midst of their throes of passionate lovemaking so intense that neither Anna nor Shirou noticed their surprise audience getting an unexpected show of just how intense sex with him was.

Quickly shutting the door as he tried and failed to forget what he just saw, while the other four were just burning a very good impression of a red traffic light as they just got an eye-full themselves, Dan just turned to Kagura right as the sound of screaming moans of unadulterated bliss muffled by the door as they continued their attempts at battling the population crisis was heard and said right to Kagura's disbelieving face of utter embarrassment and shocked disbelief...

"Congratulations. You just gave your Daemon-sensei the chance to terrorize you via his mini-mes when he leaves to continue his travels..."

All four Undead Hunters simply paled, then flushed, only to continue paling and flushing in an interesting manner as Dan corralled the four out of the apartment and left a note for the two love-birds when the two finally finished answering the call of nature to procreate and explain what happened as well as who was responsible.

'Bout damned time ya got yourself a man in your life, Anna. Your love-life was most certainly making me start to worry for yer happiness, and I saw you like a little sister back before our squad got wiped out just as much as David did before he died...bet he's looking down on this with a smile on his face to see ya finally got over the grief and self-blame for something that's not your fault...'

The bespectacled Texan couldn't help but think with a smirk, though he knew Kagura was most certainly going to receive one hell of a beating from the anger of the soon to be mother and the fury of one pissed-off Daemon-sensei she accidentally got together. The terror she was going to be subjected to was one he was not going to feel anything but pity for, but then again, she brought it upon herself…

...sure enough, Shirou's travels ended up delayed by about a full two weeks thanks to Kagura's little prank, and true to his word of warning, Kagura got the living shit beat out of her, by both Shirou using [Tora-shinai] and Anna with her uzis shooting the half-blood vampire full of holes…

...Shirou left for his travels, but not before ensuring Anna would have the money for their unplanned children, which was later revealed to be a whopping dozen twins, from the six eggs each released from both ovaries in Anna's drugged up and very overly fertile womb...Suffice to say, Kagura was forced to act as their Godmother to avoid being killed outright by a very angry pair of parents when it was revealed that her prank was the cause of their unplanned lovemaking…

Omake: Shirou and Anna's Four Days and Nights of Passion (Lemon Warning)

Shirou P.O.V.

Anna and I were still going and rocking the bed hard after I don't know how long ago. I was unable to stop myself as whatever came over the two of us made even my large girth even larger and more needy for release than normal and Anna more than soaked as she all but ripped her thoroughly soaked and ruined panties off to wrap her strong legs around my hips as she began milking my heavy and angrily throbbing balls by emptying them straight into her very thirsty womb. Anna and I have been going at this nonstop, the passion as her very wet, hot, and invitingly tight and soft tunnel grips and squeezes around my arm-sized girth in such an enticing manner, her pale skin was caked from the waist down in our combined releases.

I could not help myself either as the urge to just impregnate and breed was clouding my mind, and I could not resist it, before the loud and audible gurgling sound as my balls churned its next release made my already impressive girth expand with the sheer amount I was about to unleash...

"Shiroh...empty everyshing inshide..."

Anna's moans were slurred, and I wasn't able to refuse. Instinctively I knew what was going to happen after this, but I honestly could not bring myself to care as I obliged her wish. Gripping her soft pale buns tighter, I thrusted upwards, roaring a beast-like grunt as Anna moaned and screamed in absolute bliss, her belly further inflated like a balloon as the sheets beneath us were completely ruined as the overflow from the finishing release left us both spent and exhausted as the two of us basked in the warmth of the others presence and Anna's bloated belly sloshed as the thick potent loads found their marks long ago and branded Anna's belly, marking her as my woman.

She slumped forward, her bountiful breasts rubbing against my bare chest as my hot, thick seed oozed out like hardened jelly from within her womb and steam rolled off our groins as the heat of the spilled baby batter met the cooler open air. Anna and I were going to have to talk, but right now, that could wait, as I begun to gently thrust upwards into her as she began to moan right before screaming in bliss as we continued the next round once more...

A/N: And that's the end of the chapter and the end of this world. I took a few liberties, and if you all want an idea, think of my OC Dan as an American the same as Anna is to my understanding and stereotypical cowboy with glasses. Shirou also took Misery's nameless whip-sword, gave it a name, and now has it as a memento and a reminder of just why he fights and does what he does. For those of you who might be wondering, the drug that Kagura slipped Shirou and Anna was inspired by something I saw and read about in a few different sources. Suffice to say, the lemon omake at the end is almost exactly as everything that Shirou and Anna did as soon as the drug took effect on them. Next chapter will be in another world, with Shirou making quite the bit of a name for himself with when and where he ends up. Until next chapter, PEACE OUT!