Chapter 3: The King of Seduction

Kingdom of Vale

As promised, Gilgamesh allowed Lily to keep her stolen scroll along with all of its resources and whatnot while he secured his own funding. While the idea of reducing himself to a mere pickpocket was demeaning to his own pride, he still needed funds in order to operate with some level of anonymity. While walking with his newest charge, he swiped the scroll and the lien of some drunk buffoon. It felt more deserving to take from someone who was practically begging for something bad to happen to them. Once that was done, he set about to configure the device to work for him only, and then used the lien to obtain more funds.

All of that had been a few days ago.

Now, Gilgamesh was lazily lounging around on a rather expensive-looking sofa as he contemplated his next move while Lily sat on a chair that was just as luxurious as the sofa he laid on. The penthouse they were now residing in was a reflection of the expectations of living standards for the King of Heroes. It wasn't anything like his old palace in Uruk, but it was satisfactory enough. He could do with more space, but building an expensive residential palace would blow his cover instantly; it was easier to take what was readily available. It was just a matter of making an offer that the owner couldn't refuse. A large sum of lien was paid, but the demigod had no intention of letting that money go to waste. Everything that he paid would come back him within a month's time.

Gilgamesh, with his hands behind his head, and cushioned by a comfortable pillow, was swimming in his thoughts. This morning, it had occurred to him that the use of Sha Naqba Imuru would make life much easier for him, and yet the idea of using the noble phantasm did not sit well with him. Yes, it would essentially guarantee him a path to victory in whatever he chose to do. It was his pride that kept him from using it to its fullest power. It was one thing to use all of his noble phantasms suited for combat, but it was another to use a source that would make life far less interesting. Furthermore, Sha Naqba Imuru was meant to work on Earth, and this was Remnant. Despite similarities that both Earth and Remnant shared, it would not be able to tell him all the intricacies and details of this world, or at least that's what he believed.

The sound of an electronic noise coming from Lily made the demigod turn his head towards the little girl. He was allowing her a day of fun simply for the fact that he saw no harm in it. Training her to be his equal meant that she too could partake in the luxuries and riches that he had in his life. It only made sense, and he had a feeling that her new standing in life would be a way to keep her with him for a very long time. That said, he would have to take care not to spoil her too much lest riches and treasures become too boring and predictable for her. He needed to make sure she earned what she got.

"Aw, man." Lily frowned and threw the scroll on her lap. "I'm hungry."

"Lunch time." Gilgamesh then remembered something else. "That's right, I need to get ingredients."

The Gate of Babylon had ingredients he could use for anything culinary-related, but again, it felt like a waste to use his power in such a way. It really wasn't too much of a hassle to obtain ingredients from a nearby marketplace. He could go for a decent meal himself. He considered recruiting a helping hand, but then dismissed that idea. He couldn't trust anyone but himself to do what he needed and wanted. Besides, he didn't wish to be reduced to a lazy bum; he was many things, but sedentary was not one of them.

Even though he knew there was nothing in the fridge, he still walked to the kitchen and checked inside, just to be sure. As expected, he was greeted with an empty fridge. He closed the door and opened the freezer and came upon the same situation as in the fridge. The cupboards were all the same as well.

"We are in need of many supplies." Gilgamesh mumbled to himself.

Indeed time seemed to have passed rapidly. It felt like it hadn't been too long ago when they were both just sitting down and doing nothing since breakfast. Now, it was time for the second meal of the day. Honestly, doing these tasks for himself wasn't a hassle, but now that he was doing tasks for a child, his distaste for chores had begun.

"When I return, I will be teaching you how to cook a meal, little rogue." Gilgamesh informed Lily of his decision. "And you will pay attention."

"Okay." Lily's voice was idle just like her attention on him was. "Sure."

"Failing to heed me is not wise." Gilgamesh pulled her scroll from her hands. "I suggest that you pay attention."

His response got the response desired as she instantly was at attention. Her fear of him hadn't gone away, and he hoped it would remain with her for a good long while. It wasn't like she was going anywhere without his express know-how and permission.

"Now repeat back what I just said." The King of Heroes crossed his arms expectedly. "Word for word."

"Um…" The little thief didn't even hear the first word he said. "... wait here for food?"

"I'm disappointed."

"Um…"

The former ruler frowned as he tried to come up with a suitable punishment, and a few moments later, he had it.

"For your failure to heed me, I will not feed you for the rest of the day. "He felt that this was sufficient enough. "I will return with ingredients, but will not prepare and cook for you."

"No!" She began to break down. "I love your food!"

"Then don't ignore my words or take my generosity for granted. You are sitting in a place where few have been. Be thankful for that much."

There was no intense malice or annoyance in his words.

Fate/Stay Night - - - RWBY

True to his word, Gilgamesh had gone to the grocery story, purchased all ingredients he would need to last a while, returned home to stock them all, then left once again. Lily would have to find out how to feed herself. If she did not, then she would go the rest of the day with no food, only having breakfast and the occasional glass of water as her saving grace. It would not kill her either way, and he would feed her tomorrow.

It wasn't until he took off into the heart of the city that he considered that he was hungry himself. He had some cash to burn and he wasn't feeling up for cooking his own meals. To that end, he went downtown to search for a reputable restaurant or something that would satisfy his craving.

He started by going into the busier parts of the city. Thankfully, as his body was now somehow alive and and whole, he could continue to downplay his presence, although he would still have to contend with attention in all forms. His superiority wasn't just words he spouted out for nothing. If the looks he was receiving were any indication, it was that people saw something in him, something that couldn't be ignored at first glance. His only wish was that the people who looked upon be a little more interesting. The people of Remnant might not be as numerous as those on Earth, but they were just as worthless, going about their everyday lives with no real purpose other than to satisfy themselves.

Which is exactly what I'm doing. Gilgamesh noted to himself, albeit reluctantly. I really must find a goal to work towards, something other than merely living.

It was then that a smell caught him and reeled him in. It had the smell of meat, seafood to be more precise. There was also a thick aroma, very rich in its smell. It was hearty if his senses were correct. Craning his neck, he found that to his three o'clock was a noodle stand, a very simple one. It was just like one of those ramen noodle places that were bountiful in Fuyuki, only this one didn't have Japanese names attached to it. The sign was a large banner directly at the front.

A Simple Wok Noodle House

The fact that this place had caught his attention was more than enough reason to survey this place and see what they were serving. The golden-haired man stepped up, hands in his pockets as he surveyed the menu. Today's specials were ramen dishes with all manners of seafood in mind. All of the types of seafood were familiar, but it was still worth considering the numerous types available.

There was only one person staffing, an old man with no hair on top of his head yet had frizzy grey hair on his sides. His eyes were so narrow that he could be mistaken as blind if he weren't working in the culinary business, where eyes were an essential part to the business. In any event, an unremarkable person at first glance.

The demigod did a quick look over of the menu, then ordered.

"A bowl of Soupe de Poisson." Gilgamesh tossed the exact amount he needed to pay. "And be swift about it."

The old man seemed unperturbed by the demand, and disappeared behind the curtains. A few noises could be heard, and the King of Heroes tracked each and every sound, associating each with a preparation, yet the speed at which the tasks were being performed were quite astonishing. It was only mere seconds later that his food was put before him, steaming with a very pleasant aroma.

Gilgamesh wasted no time in digging in, and when he did, he was not disappointed. This old man might be nothing to look at, but behind that appearance was someone with some hidden skills and talents.

"Impressive." Gilgamesh had to admit that even his high expectations were being met quite well and maybe even surpassed. "Very impressive."

The rich flavor was coming from what appeared to be crushed lobster shells, quite a technique, yet it was very ingenious and it contributed to the overall value of the ramen bowl, and the former heroic spirit took care to eat everything in balance, so as not to have too much of any one thing left. He was quick to devour his food, yet he was still able to process everything with perfect clarity. He made a note to break apart every single detail of this ramen so that he could recreate it for his own use.

Once the bowl was emptied, Gilgamesh drained his remaining soup in one gulp, then slammed his bowl down, noticing from the bowl's reflection that his face was a mess. He retrieved a napkin and wiped his face with all the grace and elegance befitting him. Once done, he set down the used napkin next to his spoon and chopsticks.

"For the above-average effort, a tip is in order." Gilgamesh tossed a large wad of cash to the old man. "Our business is concluded."

With his stomach now filled to his liking, it was now time find some entertainment. The humans and faunus of this world appeared to have similar forms of entertainment venues, so he wasn't going in completely in the dark. The afternoon sun was beginning to dip into the horizon, indicating that it was probably close to the time that night clubs were opening. Sampling some of the local alcohol seemed like a good idea.

Wait, the afternoon sky? Had he already wasted so much time in his search for the perfect dish of food?

Well, no matter, he had nothing but time on his hands.

"So far, this world has been… entertaining." Gilgamesh let a small smile appear on his lips. "Let's hopes its drinks are comparable."

Looking at a map might have been more efficient, but there was a sort of thrill to going in and see what would be. Besides, he was more than capable of handling whatever this world would throw at him, and it was with this in mind that Gilgamesh resumed his walk, his senses on the lookout for a decent place that sold alcohol.

I wonder if Lily knows to prepare frozen meals...

RWBY - - - Fate/Stay Night

Lily grumbled in frustration. Her efforts to cook had all been for naught. The only thing that she had managed to cook was a complete mess in the kitchen, and that would only serve to anger Gilgamesh when he returned. Now she had to cook for herself and clean up a mess. Things were looking really bad.

"Okay, calm down, Lily." The six-year-old spoke to herself. "You've got this. You've survived on your own before."

Admittedly, she was out of her element. She was a thief, one of the best if she did say so herself. Her life revolved around taking complete things and using them for her own survival. The concept of creating something for herself felt more than confusing. It was downright alien to her.

Naturally, the first thing she did was find a stool so that she could stand and reach for things. Then, she got out ingredients that she had seen others use for food, or at least the ones she remembered people using from the brief memories that she recalled, and then tried to combine them into the ways she remembered. Well, she got a result, but not one that was tasty, or even edible in any sense. Half-cooked meat, veggies not properly prepared, baking ingredients somehow getting in to the mix.

It was a disaster.

Lily crumbled onto the kitchen floor, really not sure what to do. She was now angry and hungry. If only she had kept her big mouth shut then she would have something to eat and wouldn't have had to put in effort. The thought of her guardian made her frustrated. He had provided her with shelter yet refused to feed her because she didn't listen to him. It just wasn't fair.

"I need help." She couldn't deny that part now.

But asking her guardian wouldn't be a good idea. She had no guarantee that he would help her even if she asked for it, and she had absolutely no one else to call a friend. Really, asking anyone for help at all was out of the question now that she considered her situation, leaving her alone once more.

"Damn."

Her scroll began to beep and she rushed to see what it was. She thought it was a call at first, but to her dismay, she discovered it was a message, and not one addressed to her. She had forgotten to change the settings of the scroll, so she was receiving calls from people that were probably friends with the former owner of this scroll. She didn't dare answer back, but she really had no idea what to do other than ignore the messages.

Then she remembered something; there was a saying that anything could be found if one had a connection to a network. All she had to do was type in a question concerning what she wanted and it would all work itself out.

Lily began to type in the scroll and began a search. The results were almost instantaneous and she wasn't lacking choices, and that was the problem. She wasn't even sure where to start.

"I had no idea that so many meals existed." She scrolled down the list. "Where do they all come from?"

Maybe it would be better to make something simple than try to be all complicated. Why was she even trying to do this stuff in the first place?

"Big bro would have probably been able to make something amazing." Lily grumbled as she threw her arms up. "I've got no idea what to do."

Deciding to clean up her mess before trying anything else, she found a rag and a trash bag and began to clean up her mess. While she hadn't made a complete world-ending catastrophe, it still took ten minutes to fully erase the mess.

It wasn't until the kitchen looked pristine once again that the girl noticed that there was a microwave. Although not fully acquainted with all the modern amenities of life due to her former life as a thief, she at least knew what this appliance was for, and now that she was seeing it, she felt like hitting her head against something.

At first, she felt like blaming her big brother, but then recanted that desire. The only thing she would manage to accomplish by pushing blame on him was further invoking his annoyance at her, and she'd already done that now and was being punished for it. It was better that she keep this experience in mind and improve. Only then would things look up for herself.

Is this what tough love is about? Lily had heard the words before, but didn't know what that meant, but she was beginning to understand.

Grabbing one of the pre prepared meals from the freezer, following the instructions on the package, and 'cooking' her meal, she took it to the table and began to eat. It felt like a much more quiet atmosphere, almost unnaturally so without Gilgamesh around. His presence was just a thing that she knew quite well, and she had grown used to him. Whenever she did think of him, she recalled his promise to make her as strong as he was. Maybe when she was that strong she could then help other Faunus.

But what would big brother think? The green-haired girl asked herself. Would he call my idea stupid?

Honestly, getting a read on his thoughts was like trying to read a brick wall. He would not talk about his thoughts or whatever went through his head, not unless he wished it so, but he did seem to act mean to a lot of people, even to Lily too. That being said, he did keep her with him, and even thought she had aggravated him, he still hadn't hurt her in the same way that other humans had hurt her. That meant that he cared about her, right?

A searing pain on the roof of her mouth forced her to stop eating and rush for a glass of water. Apparently, cooking frozen food in the microwave made it VERY hot.

Fate/Stay Night - - - RWBY

Gilgamesh had wandered into some random club without really giving it too much thought. It had gotten to a point where he desired getting a drink more than he desired a location with adequate decorum and sights, at least on the outside, so he just walked into the next place that he came across.

The first thing that the King of Heroes noticed was the lighting of the main room. It was simplistic, yet it was enough for him to get an idea of how big the place. For a club, it was quite spacious in terms of height. He actually had to crane his head in order for his eyes to see it all. The floor space wasn't half bad either. It was an open place, and that suited him perfectly. If need be, he could open the Gate of Babylon and rain death down upon any and all who would ruin his night.

The guard at the door gave him a once-over, but otherwise didn't seem to care despite the fact that his body was that of a teenager. The demigod paused for a second at this notion, then shrugged his shoulders. He expected more of a hassle as those not of a certain age could not drink, at least that's what common law said. Perhaps this place didn't care one way or the other about age, or at least had a much more liberal sense of maturity. Either way, he walked into the place almost as if he owned the place.

His first stop was a bar at the far end. Once he was there, a bartender waited for him, and simply looked at him, a prompt to order a drink. With no knowledge of any of the drinks, it seemed like the only thing he could do was be adventurous.

"A bottle of your strongest." Gilgamesh threw a few bills on the counter. "Straight-up."

The man nodded, grabbing a bottle, popping the cap off, and sliding it into the hands of the former King of Uruk. The blonde-haired man proceeded to drink it, letting the sensation of burning alcohol run down his throat. He wasn't expecting much in terms of strength, but he got more of a stinging than he had anticipated. It wasn't painful per say, but he definitely felt it all the same.

Gilgamesh's aura exuded power, authority, and elegance. The men in the room seemed to avoid him as if he would kill them. The women took a lot of interest in him, even the ones that appeared older than himself. The King of Heroes gave no indication that he cared for any single person in this place.

"You're a new face, blondie." A gruff voice said to the said. "You got a name?"

The former Heroic Spirit angled his head to see who had spoken to him. It was a man who was quite a bit taller than himself, probably by a foot at least. He was dressed professionally in a white suit, a tie, a black vest, and black dress pants and shoes. His hair was short yet still neatly combed. His beard and mustache were also orderly. In short, he looked like a gentleman at first glance.

Gilgamesh wasn't so easily fooled. A quick read of his mind told him what he needed to know.

"What does it matter it to the likes of you, Hei Xiong?" Gilgamesh downed the rest of his bottle, then slammed it on the counter. "Or should I call you Junior?"

"So you know who I am." The taller man only visibly tensed by a bit, but resumed a casual nature. "Do I know you?"

"No, but I've heard of you. They say you know quite a bit about a lot of things." Gilgamesh looked him up and down. "And I have to say… I expected something a bit more… impressive."

"If you're not in the market for info, then why are you here?" Junior sounded just a bit more on-edge than a few moments ago.

"A drink for now." The demigod glanced back out at the crowd. "I do not expect much else."

"Whatever floats your boat." Junior seemed to not really care. "Just keep your nose clean."

The man walked off to pursue something or someone else, leaving Gilgamesh to casually flick off the man. How dare the cur tell him how to do his business. He would do what he wanted whenever he wanted.

"Ahem."

The sound of a girl clearing her throat made him adopt his neutral face again and turn to the new source of annoyance, or rather, the two sources of annoyance. That was before he had gotten a good look.

They were twins with faces that were so close to being perfectly the same. One sported a red dress with short hair while the other had a white dress with long hair. Judging from the way they carried themselves, they were haughty, arrogant, and thought the world of themselves. It was laughable.

"Can I help you?" Gilgamesh regarded them both, looking up and down their forms, then back to their faces with a tinge of approval.

"You'd better watch yourself." The girl in white stepped forward. "If you cause a scene in here, we'll kick your ass."

"I have no reason to cause a commotion." Gilgamesh looked them both in the eye. "And even if I did want to cause trouble, I would be the only one standing."

"You talk big." The girl in red cocked her hip to one side. "But can you put your money where your mouth is?"

Although not obvious to the unknowing mind, it was clear that the two girls in front of him were more than a little interested in him, and he wasn't even using any special abilities or powers. It was just him and his own raw talent and skills. It was a sort of test for himself to see if he still could be amazing without overwhelming power.

"If you desire a fight, I would be more than happy to entertain, but I have a better idea." Gilgamesh's posture relaxed as his small small smile. "Now, how about we play a little game?"

RWBY - - - Fate/Stay Night

Melanie and Miltia both couldn't help but be impressed by this guy. Unlike most men that came their way, he wasn't throwing stupid pickup lines or making blatantly obvious attempts to get some. They did notice him checking them out, but he gave no further indication as to any desire to take it up a notch, at least not as far as they could see.

Plus, while he was boasting, there was a gut feeling in their hearts that told them that he was more than just hot air and smoke. If anything, that look on his face was more than just him being nonchalant and confident.

There was also the fact that he was extremely easy on the eyes. Out of all the guys that they had seen, he blew them out of the water and then some. Those golden locks of hair, those red eyes, that perfectly-sculpted face. There was absolutely nothing about him that was unattractive. Still, regardless of what they felt, they kept that to themselves. They weren't that easy to mess with.

The two of them sensed something behind them, and the moment they saw what was behind them, they both tensed up, not daring to move an inch. Two blades were poised perfectly horizontal to the floor and aimed at their backs. What made this even worse was the fact that someone in their conversation, the blonde had maneuvered them all in a way that had the twins' backs against the bar and his back against the crowd of dancers. Also, the blades were so small that anyone at the bar could hardly notice that they were there.

"Nice trick." Melanie huffed a bit. "But in case you didn't realize it, our auras are unlocked, so there's-"

She didn't get to finish as their opponent simply flicked his hand barely, but enough so that the blades moved. The two of them anticipated their auras to intercept the damage and that they would be fine. To their surprise, they felt a tiny stab of pain as the blades poked them in the back, not enough to cause a lot of pain, but enough for them to know that the blades were there. Neither the twins nor the blades moved.

"Aura is easy to bypass if you know how." He maintained his small smile and his composed stance. "But like I said before, I did not come here to fight. I believe I said I had a little game."

"...go on." Miltia was the first to recover.

Both twins felt the blades' threatening presence disappear, and knowing that they were in the clear for now, their stiff demeanor changed.

"It's really quite simple." His eye contact was getting to them both. "With such high expectations, your chances of finding someone worth your while are very low."

"And you're proposing yourself." Melanie knew where this was going. "What makes you any better?"

He looked to the dancing crowd. "Do you see anyone here who is remotely close to my level?"

The answer was no of course, but their own pride wouldn't let the answer come so easily. Frankly, in all the time that the two of them had worked for junior, neither could recall many faces that they remembered long-term. People came and went, some more than others, and even with regulars, they were forgettable. It hadn't even been ten minutes and this one was leaving a greater impression than anyone had before.

"I didn't think so." They didn't speak, but he didn't need words it would seem. "If I had to guess, I'm one of the few people that's held your attention for more than a minute, but my company is more than words, and I only need a few minutes to prove that my actions speak better than my words can."

His advance came with absolutely no hesitation and it came with a sort of delivery that was practiced, yet got the point across. While he hadn't said it out loud, they couldn't possibly mistake what he was getting at. All of that didn't matter though, because it was his attitude that was getting him to a place where no one else had gotten to before. Besides, they had gotten a taste of what he could do, and they weren't about to forget the feeling of being caught between a rock and a hard place.

"Even if we agreed, we're on the clock." Miltia said with a still-defiant tone. "We can't leave for anything, no matter how… tempting it might be."

"That can be easily remedied." He held a scroll in his hand. "Name your boss's price and I'll pay it."

"...give us a minute." Melanie pulled her sister away so that they could discuss this.

The sister found a secluded spot in the club. The minute that they did, they began to argue back and forth. Decisions like this one were difficult. They wouldn't just do this with anyone. They had high standards to begin with, but considering those high standards, this might be the one time that they couldn't pass up.

"Why are we even agreeing to this?" Miltia asked with discontent.

"Because why the hell not." Melanie gave a weak reason. "I mean, sure he's got a mouth on him, but you can't say that you're not at least a little interested."

"But what if he sucks?" Miltia demanded. "You ever think about that?"

"Then we forget about it." Melanie answered back. "Although I've got a good feeling about this one."

Miltia regarded her sister. "Are we sure we're not doing this because he threatened us?"

"It's always a risk in this job, sis." Melanie already knew what to say. "Besides, if it comes down to it, we'll fight if we need to. We might not win, but better than dying on our knees."

"...that doesn't make sense… but whatever, I guess." Miltia said with a resigned tone. "It's not like this night can get any worse."

Melanie nodded. "Then I guess we're hitting up Junior for another favor."

I apologize for the week of delay, but I felt that I needed it in order to complete this chapter.

You might call this a filler chapter, but remember, this story is about how Gilgamesh affects Remnant, so I don't really consider this so much a filler chapter as it is another way that he's messing with the timeline.

In regards to Sha Naqba Imuru (I believe I spelled that right), based on what I've read and learned about it, it's the ultimate cheat sheet for life, and to me, that's a story breaker right there. It leaves no room for imagination or creativity if a protagonist simply knows everything, so it won't be a very prevalent part of the story. Anyone who wishes to discuss or argue this more with me can PM me, but as of this chapter, this is where I stand in regards to Sha Naqba Imuru. Trust me guys, Gilgamesh can find ways without it.

Finally, I didn't leave this chapter on a cliffhanger just to cockblock all of you. Next chapter, I intend to give a proper smut scene. This will also be my first attempt at sexual encounter, so I hope to do it right. I'll admit I'm really nervous about it, but hey, this is Gilgamesh and don't intend to pull punches in regards to what he does.

To the Guest reviewer whom I can't answer via PM, no I don't ask for reviews for the sake of reviews. Of course getting reviews is something that I like, but I do so because I really want to know what people are thinking. I write these stories with the intent to be faithful to the source material yet also novel in how I use that source material to drive the plot forward.

And speaking of feedback, I would like to know what you all think about this chapter. Like I said before, if anyone has ideas or concepts that need lots of elaboration, feel free to PM me.

I hope you all enjoyed reading this chapter.

"Facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored."

Aldous Huxley