Actually, you know what? Yes, I created and own everything here, come in and sue me, bwa ha ha ha ha...!
(Breaks down crying.)
No, actually, I didn't and don't. Well, like, duh!
Just be thankful you don't live in Venezuela and that your life is most likely better than mine (which would most likely be true even if I did NOT live in Venezuela.) If you DO live in Venezuela too, my sincere condolences, and I hope I die long before you do.
Don't put reviews, why to break a tradition after all. Right?
Unequally Rational and Emotional: Carnival Phantasm.
Nervous Breakdown.
I Have Issues.
God sat at his computer, and despaired.
"Why do I even do this thing...?" God wondered.
"What have I gained from it?" he asked himself. "Where has it taken me? Has any of this been worth it?"
God looked at his creation, and saw a vast stretch of unfulfilled promises, of half realized dreams, of efforts that had sputtered and flailed into a myriad different paths, all of them just as unsuccessful.
"How many others things," he pondered, "could I have done instead, with this time that will never come back now?"
The gut ache hit God again, for he was old and grew tired and weary now, and he wanted to just rest so much, but rest would only increase his suffering further, for it brought the realization of his many failures to achieve anything.
"I don't know..." he said. "I'm not sure I can keep going anymore..."
Starting over all over again was not even an option anymore, either.
"I'm such a pitiful, disgusting farce for a God..."
Once again, he only could get up from the chair and walk away, melding back into the gray misery where, once again, he was the furthest thing apart from God one could imagine.
Within the realm God had created, Negi, Chisame, and all the others sat and waited, holding hands in silence.
Shinji the Magus.
A darkened shot of Clock Tower at midnight, surrounded by the cracking thunder of a mighty storm.
A single figure walks out this fortress, hooded in rich purple and black, and holding the jeweled staff of a sage.
Behold the Magus.
Beware his powers.
Unspeakable powers...!
Amidst a sea of flames, the figure boldly pulls his hood back, letting a headful of wavy purple hair flow free, and manly gesturing with his staff to summon a gigantic silver dragon, bursting from the blazing ground.
Under the gaze of the necromancer.
A silver gateway starts to rise.
(Matou Shinji stands before the door of his house's garage, smirking madly while using the remote to open and close it over and over, gesturing with it as if flashily using a wand. Sakura stands aside, blinking and wondering when they even got a garage installed.)
People stand around and marvel at the power shooting from his eyes.
Cold food becomes hot again,
When his spell unfolds
Shinji the Magus haughtily casts a spell at several incoming Phantasmal Beasts and assorted creatures, including Astolfo's Hypogriffin, Tarasque, Lobo and Fenrir. Instantly, they burst into flames and become delicious dishes complete with silver plates to be served in.
With a mere wave of his hand, Ryuudou Temple will explode!
In the presence of the Magus,
History will stop at his whim.
He can brave the worlds, no problem, as the Crypters bow down in front of him.
Penthesilea, Arcueid, Ciel, Scathach, Lorelei, Consort Yu, Hippolyta, Atalante and Bazett all surround Shinji the Magus from all sides, in a deserted plain, under a blood red sky. He, lazily, draws a rune circle with a pointer finger in the air before himself and effortlessly blasts magic at them, stripping them all in a blink and making them flee amidst girlish screams.
Channels on the TV change.
He's still in his chair.
Then he pulls his magic wand, and reclines in the air.
(Shinji smugly rings a bell, a sighing Sakura comes by, brings him a big glass of orange juice while fixing the cushions on the chair he's in before the television.)
(Shinji closes his eyes, leans his head back, and envisions himself in an opulent throne, surrounded by a mostly naked Artoria, Lancer Artoria, Rin, Luvia, Medb, Kohaku, Hisui, Tamamo-no-Mae and Raikou all serving him slavishly and feeding him grapes.)
By the dim light of the dream realm's black sun, the Magus climbs the frozen waterfall of Gotterdammerung in search of Kiara, the guardian of infinite sexy power.
Magus Shinji is seen, haughtily, marching up frozen wastelands, ascending towards a vaguelly phallic crystal tower in the distance.
When suddenly a terrible Lancer appears and attacks with ferocity, but the Magus is undeterred!
Lancer drops from above, spear first, but Magus Shinji pulls back with no effort, and Lancer smashes himself on his face into the ice covered rock.
The Lancer roars like a Berserker and plows ahead like the most sinister wind, but the Magus is undeterred!
Magus Shinji easily parries Lancer's swift dash attack, then bops him in the back of the head with his staff.
The Lancer throws the unavoidable Spear of Perdition, but the Magus is undeterred!
The Magus Shinji simply sidesteps the Gae Bolg Lancer is throwing at him easily, then blasts him with fire and into an abyss, where he's ripped apart and swallowed by a gigantic Fou.
Calling upon the powers of the ancient, the wizard conjures a sacred fire and casts his foe into the furry maw of an insatiable Fou. Thanks, Fou.
"Fou!"
Ahh, Kiara. I think you're going to enjoy this.
Magus Shinji walks into the inner sanctum of the great Kiara, an impossibly alluring presence who smiles at him most sultrily.
The Magus stands on the precipice of ultimate power. And getting laid!
They move ever closer together, drawing each other for a passionate kiss. They are about to make most intimate contact thusly.
The gates open to reveal...
"Wake up already, you good for nothing!" Zouken shouted, kicking him on a shin.
"Wha? What?!" Shinji snapped back into consciousness, blinking and straightening on the chair. "Ooh! H-How long was I asleep?"
"The best part of a whole blasted day! You have a damned Grail War ahead of you to fight, you know!" his grandfather yelled, waving his staff at him.
Shinji squirmed. "That can't be done on an empty stomach. I'm starving! I gotta get something to eat."
Famished from his latest quest, the Magus seeks a snack.
He sets sail for ecstasy at the Benienma Shack.
He is the Magus!
The mystical Magus...!
It's late at night. Matou Shinji, satisfied, walks back home through deserted streets, absently picking his teeth clean with a finger. Suddenly, he blinks, and a gigantic shadow falls on him from behind. A muscular giant of dark mass holding a titantic slab of rock towers over him, with a demonically grinning tiny pale imp in winter furs sitting on his shoulder.
As a scream of agony rips through the night, a blindfolded curvaceous beauty in black and purple smiles from a nearby rooftop, turns around, and gracefully leaps back into the darkness.
Fade to Black.
The Secret Origin of Unequally Rational and Emotional Lurch.
"Well, Batman, I have got to hand it to you," District Attorney Janet Van Dorn acknowledged dryly, taking her large round glasses off. "It was thanks to you that we got Mr. Grundy's testimony to put Valestra and Thorne behind bars, at last..."
"Dhhhrrrr..." the pale skinned hulking man in the black suit said.
Van Dorn turned back from the Dark Knight standing at her office to nod at the behemoth. "Yes, of course we will fulfill the terms of our agreement with you. You will be placed under a new identity elsewhere, in a most safe place where nobody will ever think of or dare going after you..."
"Rrrrhhhr..." Grundy nodded, perhaps satisfied.
Gomez Addams smiled, taking the cigar out of his mouth and fondly patting the thick arm of the giant in a suit standing by his side, before his family. "Addams, meet Lurch! Our new butler, fresh from Gotham City!"
Wednesday's cold, dead eyes briefly lit up with a shine of fascinated interest. "Gotham..."
"Rrrrrrrr..." Lurch said.
And they lived happily ever after. Sort of.
Let's Learn with Futa Order!
This segment is to be read while thinking of Riyo's designs.
"Look," Da Vinci tossed her hands up, finally losing her patience at Male Protagonist. "If you want to look at someone who 'has one' so badly, go ask Artoria, will you?! But leave me alone already!"
Male Protagonist blinked, then looked towards the Saber, who casually was passing by eating a large hot bun. "Ehhhh?! Is Da Vinci-chan right, Saber-san?! Do you really have one?!"
Artoria never stopped munching in absolute silence, and just pointed towards Merlin, who was casually standing by doing nothing at all, with her free hand.
"Oh, so you don't have it anymore?" Male Protagonist said. "Too bad... But, are you saying he could give anyone 'those'? That, that, that is wonderful!" he began overheating, twitching giddily as his face flushed. "Just imagine, a whole Chaldea full of awesome, incredibly, really cute-!"
Then he felt a knife pressed against his throat from behind, and the harsh hissing of Female Protagonist burning into his ear, like the devil's breath. "Don't do it," he was warned, "or you'll be the only one in Chaldea without 'one'. But since I'm so nice, I'll give you an alternative..."
Male Protagonist smiled at Holmes and Berserker Lancelot. "Okay. I've been told you can take anyone else's form, and I assume that includes just from the waist up, so this is what I need you to do for me..."
Claim Jumping.
"So!" the Gambling King laughed, holding the contract before them. "As you can see, I'm the owner of this Dojo now...!"
"WHAAAAAAT?!" Akane, Soun and Ranma yelled at the same time.
"Um, actually, no," Nabiki pointed out. "Ranma will only come to inherit the Dojo once he has married Akane and Dad has passed away or signed the inheritance off to him. In the meanwhile, the Dojo is still Dad's..."
The King seemed to take this with an air of profund bafflement, and pulled back while humming loudly, stroking his curly beard. At last, he brightened, held a finger up, reached into a sleeve, and threw a razor sharp card towards Soun's throat.
"YIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!" Soun shrieked as, a picosecond later, Ranma clapped the card in the air, stopping it milimeters away from the older man's Adam's Apple.
Ranma clenched his teeth and snarled viciously at King, a thin line of blood trickling from his joined hands.
The gambler huffed petulantly, holding a confused and blinking Akane, suddenly stuffed into bridal attire, by his side. "You obviously aren't understanding how these things are supposed to be working, boy..."
Then, from behind, a long black ribbon wrapped itself around his neck and pulled back, at the same time a Chuí dropped down onto his head and several small sharp spatulas were flung into his back.
Reality Ensues.
The peasants looked at the gigantic patch of scorched earth, burnt grass, shattered rock, and shredded rubble up the foggy city.
"Sooooo..." one of them asked the one standing by him, "What was all that about, anyway?"
His longtime friend shrugged. "Beats me. They wanted to build some sorta 'Clock Tower' complex, spanning several buildings lent by the King, see? I did some work there for them, there was a lot of digging and tunneling involved. But they all were so much of a buncha backstabbing, psychowhatcallits, smug paranoid freaks they turned against each other while discussing how would it go, and, well..."
"Ahhhh..."
They kept on looking at the smoking ruins, still stinking of the stench of the dead. "Them were witches, if y'all ask me," an old woman commented. "Good riddance t' bad rubbish."
Slowly, they began to scatter away as the King's men commanded them to go home, and life returned to normal.
First in her Class.
"Hey, Average Fate Fan! Let's play Word Association, shall we?!"
"Sure thing! Sounds good!"
"Saber!"
"Altria, of course!"
"..."
"D-Did I say Altria? Artoria, that's what I meant, heh heh!"
"Archer!"
"EMIYA!"
"Berserker!"
"Heracles!"
"Caster!"
"Medea!"
"Lancer!"
"Cu Chulainn!"
"Assassin!"
"Kojiro! Or Hassan, I guess!"
"Rider!"
"Iskandar!" A pause. "Orrrrr... Astolfo, huh?"
(Cut to a corner, where Medusa crouches down quietly sobbing to herself. Artoria, EMIYA, Medea, Heracles, Cu and Kojiro stand back and take turns awkwardly patting her on the back.)
Assassin and Assassin Go to the Movies!
Cursed Arm Hassan began to laugh as the alien burst from Kane's chest.
Kojiro frowned. "Okay. Next time, we are watching a samurai drama."
Disappointment.
Peter Parker finished watching the first episode of Goblin Slayer, then turned the television off.
"This wasn't what I was expecting for," he quietly said to himself.
What's the Point?
"Oh, nooooo!" Shielder gasped at the massive explosion. "Ghandi-san has just sacrificed herself with her Noble Phantasm to cover our escape...!"
"Yeah, well," Ritsuka groaned, "Who the fuck cares?"
"Sempai!" Mash gasped. "That's no way to address Ghandi-san's heroic-"
"For the love of God, Mash, we'll summon her as soon as this Lostbelt is cleared and it'll be as if nothing has happened! She'll be making lame jokes about this and everything!" the Master threw his hands up. "For real, how many times have these," he pointed at the other Servants with them, "also died and given heartfelt sob farewell speeches while vanishing, only to be back the next day getting into the usual inane shanenigans?! I used to care and feel bad, too! But you know who'll be the only one of us not returning if he's blown up?! Me, that's who!"
The other Servants just hewed and looked aside somewhat guiltily.
Mash blinked. "Okay. That's, um, certainly a valid point you have there, but..."
"And then we'll also have Alter Ego Ghandi, and Foreigner Ghandi, and Swimsuit Ghandi, and-!"
"The Doctor died," the Phantom meekly pointed out, "and he's not returned since..."
"And that's why I don't have my pills anymore!" the stressing and freaking out Master screamed. "My pills, my precious pills! Why did you have to take the only one I really needed away for good, whyyyyyyyyy!"
What if Winnie the Pooh were a Harem Anime?
Fresh off the city, young, good natured but slightly dim graduate Winslow 'Winnie' Pooh comes back to take over managing duties at the Hundred Acres Inn in the countryside he grew up at.
There, he meets his old childhood friend, Christine Robin; young mother Kanna and her lovable little daughter; the affable, slightly scatterbrained loving matron Mrs. Owsley; fussy, dutiful and hardworking Bunny; small, petite and shy Peggy; hyper, ever festive Taiga, always bouncing with energy; and melancholic, depressive Eevory, very much in need of someone to pick her up.
All of these women will start tugging at the heartstrings of Pooh, in a story as sweet as h-
"Wait, wait, wait, we just can't do that," the head of the Executive Board stopped him. "I have no doubt it'd do great in Japan, but, well... globally, that's not the image we want to present for ourselves, see? And besides, the Milne state would never approve..."
"Oh," he said. "Well, maybe you'll like this next proposal better. It's Winnie the Pooh, but Christopher Robin is a mech pilot, Pooh is a ten stories tall mechanic abomination, and all other animals are hideous mutated Kaiju..."
The head of the Board nodded. "Go on, go on. I think we can make our next action franchise out of this..."
Archer's True Identity.
Please don't ask which route this is, but Shirou, Saber, Rin, Archer, Shinji and Rider had just all pulled back from a violent three way battle at the park, each Servant silently flinching as they subtly nursed fresh, large wounds.
Well, Shirou, Saber, Rin, Archer and Rider were pulling back. Shinji had stood back the whole time. That had been mere strategic acumen and not cowardice, really, and he would prove so, by boldly standing behind Rider while pointing and saying, "Archer! Wait! Before this goes any further... listen to me!"
Shirou blinked. "Shinji? You still are here? I thought you had ran away!"
"I'm not talking to you, Emiya!" Shinji snapped.
"Well, actually-" Archer groaned, then shook his head. "Never mind. What do you want, then? Giving up already?"
"I have figured your identity out!" Shinji told him. "And that's why there's no reason for us to fight!"
"Oh, really?" Archer snorted, while Rin looked about to vomit all of a sudden, and Shirou, Rider and Saber only frowned in confusion.
Shinji smiled and nodded. "You are no famous, renowned hero in this era, that's for sure. Nothing about your attire or weapons, or even your fighting style, refers to any famous fighter from any particular legend. Yet you're obviously skilled, I'll give you that. And handsome."
Shirou blinked. "Shinji, are you trying to seduce Tohsaka's Servant?!"
"Well, I guess it's the best he could do by this point..." Rin snarked bitterly.
"I'm not!" Shinji stomped a foot down. "Archer, I've read on all there's available to learn about the Throne of Heroes. My family started the means to contact the damn place, after all! I know the leading theories are it's timeless, spanning past, present and future. That's why your legend isn't known to us; it hasn't been written yet! But it will, oh yes! You come from the future! And since Tohsaka is piss poor now and couldn't allow herself a catalyst, she must have summoned you through compatibility-"
"Spoken by the guy who lives in the Addams Family manor about to break down and covered in bugs!" Rin yelled at him. "When was the last time you could allow yourselves a decent exterminator?!"
Archer, meanwhile, was just scowling at this rambling idiot. Had he understimated him somehow?
Shinji kept on pointing at him, confidently. "And I've also learned use of several types of magic, mostly those allowing shortcuts to hardworking but otherwise... differently gifted types, may darken the sky and bleach the hair down! So, let's recap! Who is no doubt fated for a future of greatness, has a compatibility with Tohsaka, is a clever combat strategist, and is devastatingly good looking and cool?"
"Are you trying to tell us," a jaded Rin said, "Archer is me from the future?"
"Archer, you're clearly ME!" Shinji grinned. "You can drop the pretenses, Heroic Spirit MATOU! I know you have come here to witness my, nay, our triumph, and so now I welcome you as my ally, Handsome...!"
While Saber, Rin and Rider only blanched out in disgust, Archer blinked, clenched his teeth, looked as if brimming with untold white hot fury for several seconds, tightening the grip on his blades...
And then he began laughing hysterically, just at the same time as Shinji.
Shirou blinked, looking back and forth between them. "... wow. I suppose this explains why both of them hate me so much, then...!"
Fate Netorare Night.
"Bwa ha ha!" Illya laughed, sitting on the shoulders of her hulking Berserker. "Prepare yourself, Onii-chan! You and your ugly Servant will now be crushed by the powerful Lu Bu, General of Repetition!"
"Curses!" Shinji said. "Rider! Aim at the little troll, now!"
Drake grinned, turning her flintlocks at Illya's head. "Right between the eyes, Boss!"
"Shinji, no!" Shirou shouted. "Saber, do something!"
"Umu! Of course, Praetor!" the blonde charged ahead, her sword ready, only to be stopped when an austere man in a gray suit blocked her way, kicking her in the chin and back. "What felony-?!"
"Uh hu hu hu!" chuckled the rose haired Caster, stopping by her man's side. "I'll have your head yet, Saber! I have magically charged my dear husband, making him more than a match for your pathetic skills...!"
"Kuzuki-sensei!" Rin gasped. "Quick, Archer!" she turned to her Servant. "We'll have to ally ourselves with Emiya... again!"
"Geez, what a bother..." Robin Hood sighed, preparing his bow.
"Don't mind me, I'm just passing by, trying not to die, thank you," Elizabeth Bathory casually said, walking past them with her spear thrown over her shoulders.
Then the room's door flew open from the outside, and they all froze in place. Artoria, EMIYA, Cu Chulainn, Heracles, Medea, Hakuno, another Shinji, Rani VIII and Dan Blackmore all now stood tightly crowded at the doorstep, gaping and livid.
"How could you...!" Artoria finally said, outraged. "And you!" she turned on to Gilgamesh, who sat aside on a couch lazily caressing himself. "You were just watching...?!"
"This is the King's patrician fetish," Gilgamesh aloofly said, nose upturned.
Tamamo hiccuped a few times, then shook a fist high and screamed, "ASSASSIIIIIIIIIIN...! YOU HAD A JOB...!"
Outside, sitting at the gates, Li Shuwen and Sasaki Kojiro listened to the scream and shared a small smile, bumping fists. "Worth it," one of them said.
Julius grimly stood aside, hands in the pockets of his coat. "Someday, perhaps, I'll understand what the devil has transpired here..."
Faith.
One day, the Joker simply stopped killing.
He stopped robbing banks.
He stopped escaping Arkham altogether.
Batman couldn't believe it at first, naturally, so he kept a close eye on him whenever he could, busy as he was.
When dragging the latest escapee back to the asylum, he'd pass by the clown's cell, ask, "What are you planning now?" and would always be answered, "Nothiiiiiiiing."
There never was any explanation of why he stopped. But as the months became years, it grew more and more obvious this wouldn't change anytime soon. When Arkham released Joker on good behavior, deeming him cured, Batman knew he'd now strike for sure, but he never did. When, some few added years later, he disappeared without a trace after some time in well watched anonimity and poverty, Batman thought, again, this would be his big reappearance, but, again, nothing happened. Even more years passed, and Bruce Wayne grew too old and tired, and passed the mantle in a peace he never thought would ever arrive. He married and spent his twilight years in relative bliss with his family, watching over the new generation of crimefighters, and the Joker was just a faded memory now.
Until that morning, when he entered his dinning room on old tired legs, and gasped in horror at the collection of grinning corpses that were his loved ones now, stiffly sitting all around the large table, with a feeble, frail, pale old grinning man waving at him with the hand not supported on a cane.
The Joker wheezed happily, letting a shaky greeting out. "Gotchaaaa! You know how humor is! The best of punchlines need a long wait for the surprise delivery!"
Wayne, oddly, even through the horror, even through the disgust, even through the burning hatred hurting his heart, had to ask, had to know. "What..." he gargled, advancing slowly on him, ready for the final act. "What would have you done, if anyone else had killed me first...?"
"Oh, no, no, no, no. I... I knew that wouldn't happen. I always had the utmost faith on you."
And this had been, in return, his apotheosis.
Rule of Three.
EMIYA and Ritsuka watched on as Goldorf passed by, widely smiling and happily humming to himself.
"Man, it's good to see the Director in such good spirits again, don't you think?" Ritsuka told the Servant. "I'd have thought he'd be all depressed after being betrayed and then forced in the run with us, but he's taking it remarkably well!"
The Archer sighed. "Master. I have long doubted whether telling you or not is for the best, but... you've got the right to know. I apologize over not telling you this before. But, you at least must suspect the real reason why he's so happy, right?"
His Master blinked. "What do you mean?"
EMIYA rasped uneasily, arms folded behind his back. "Well, he's a fat man, you're always surrounded by lots of beautiful women in love with you, and this is a Japanese work of fiction. You surely can imagine the rest from here."
"Eh?"
"I'll give you another hint, Master," EMIYA coldly said. "You can sum it up in three simple letters."
"ABC?"
EMIYA threw his hands up and began walking away. "Never mind..."
"SOS? CIA? FBI? KGB? MIA? LOL? Archeeeeer! At least tell me what's the first letter, will you...?!"
Omake! A Mini Review Sure to Earn Me a Lot of Friends Howling for my Head!
Something that really irked me off about the latest The Lost Shards (from the same author of Fragments of Chaldea): As stated several times on the tumblr, this will be the sole direct 'show' of Kuro being Kuro.
I mean, WTF. If you don't want the characters being themselves, why are you using them in the first place. Just stick with the characters you feel actually fit your watching-the-paint-dry dull style. Nothing's forcing your hand to write characters who offend your delicate sensibilities.
Because you are a very talented writer, technically speaking. You have an impressive output capacity and as a pure writer you are certainly so many leagues and leagues above me it's not even funny. I won't even take your strange spelling of classes in all lowercaps (like 'assasssin' instead of 'Assassin') as a point against you no matter how much it irks me. That's just a triviality and me being triggered on a minor detail with no real relevance. But, gosh in Heaven, this, this part made me so upset, and it's nowhere as easy to overlook.
I mean, jeez, there's sure a lot to find grating about the way several GO characters are portrayed in the game itself. And I'll readily admit your story has improved upon a lot of it (like cutting back on the alternate Servant nonsense.)
Blackbeard's become so incredibly pathetic it's just annoying and cringeworthy to watch, rather than funny at all.
The cardboard misanthropy of characters like Consort Yu or Meltryllis is just fingernails on the chalkboard levels of edgelord annoyance.
'Saint Graph' becomes cheap shorthand excuse for 'We want to change this character's personality by just making them put on a swimsuit' or 'The character can't change too much without changing classes and becoming another chara for the gacha because that's the way their Saint Graph is set', soon forcing them to become a huge cast of Flanderized tagalongs repeating routines.
Even when characters like Andersen call others out on their flaws, there's no catharsis because not only he's as much of an asshole as those he's roasting (and that he acknowledges it and still keeps being that way only makes it worse) but the called out characters will keep their routine regardless.
BB, who was actually funny and awesome in CCC, is an one trick pony with her shtick. By the time of the GO CCC Event, she's... tolerable. By the time of Summer 2018 it's just like Why are you putting up with this bitch's shit anymore.
But of course, Guda will put with anyone because there's no character to them. Part of what made prior Fate stories interesting is there could be friction between Masters and Servants. Even Saber and Shirou would butt heads, and that only strenghtened their relationship. Guda and their ilk are just tagalongs with no personality who can't offer an interesting counterpart to their Servants- they fall to Guda, even those who will parrot edgelord shit against mankind and heroism, for the most generic reasons- because Guda's 'nice', or 'brave', or 'reminds them of someone'. Are history's finest that shallow, that invariably the most charismatic person for them would be a doormat that doesn't even really count as a fucking person? Why is that, just because he won't put them in their place when they deserve it and actually force them to change past the basic 'ah, in this singularity I tried to kill you but now I'll follow you to the end Because Reasons'?
And Assassin Kiritsugu is like the worst pile of shit ever, crap. People complain about EMIYA Alter, but at least he's got more of an excuse, I believe.
But. As a writer, if you want to deal with that, you must take the good along with the bad. Your job, unless you're going full AU, in which case I'll just shove my own tongue up my ass and let you do as you please without a peep, is following the setting warts and all, even the parts you don't like. You don't like Kuro being a pervert? Fine, then either don't include her Because Gacha or fucking commit to write Kuro as fucking Kuro, dammit. Don't halfass it into writing a Kuro who is not Kuro but a Kuro shaped figure for you to write your pretense of Kuro actually being there around. It's not like I'm expecting anyone who has I do not take story creation requests, nor am I interested in any joint-works. The "Fragments" Series is the only story/collection I will ever write in their profile to take any serious fan input on how to write seriously at all anymore than Type-Moon and DelightWorks themselves would, should it be given to them, but still, goddammit, Ghost Xavier.
The End. Most Likely.