Author's note: Warning for bad words but eh… Kids these days swear like sailors. Do I really need to alert my readers too?
It's a good day in Chaldea. The sun is shining passed the white clouds, the birds are chirping- basking into the warmth and most Servants are having a good old times communicating with their fists while Emiya cooks for everyone alive with those hazardous pink apron and spatula drawn like a knife.
It's a good day for everyone, right?
Wrong.
Fuck those who thought that.
It was a good day, until I remembered I'm in the middle of Antartic where no birds can survived and inside this old god- damned base, all kinds of Servants in different shapes and sizes have their unique personality I can't stomach for the life of me.
Welcome to Chaldea where it's cold all the time, there's a bunch of assholes, corpse are trying to populate the world, we're not getting paid, rations are almost gone and most of us will die before we were summoned again. Everyone is happy, long live the kings, there's entertainment in every direction they look, fuck Merlin and there's children who can assassinate you and I am a small target of their mischief just like any other else.
Add to the fact there's like a hundred different faces of father littering the halls, Golden Kings who bragged with their treasures, psychotic women, closet perverts and Knights who wants to have my head for god knows what and most of all we- no, they could only ascend in their fullest capability by having sex with one of the two Masters we have.
Pretty much a good life, no?
WRONG!
I'm so old for this shit! Even I forgot many, I knew I lived once as a daughter died as a King, twice as a Servant killed and betrayed, thrice as a human deleted as a Ruler and now I'm Servant yet again for the fourth time and I thought the craziness are sick with me but guess what? Fate plays with me.
If only Gudao and Gudako didn't begged for me to go out of my room besides my side missions with them, I would gladly stay away from the chaos of Chaldea playing my video games and sleeping like a sloth and eating like a bear. I might as well be spared the headaches these Neanderthal fools are drilling into my head blasting their fucking voices inside the cafeteria. It's hard enough to hide from the fox and that narcissistic empress.
But no. Gudao effing made me succumbed to those ugly puppy eyes, saying I must interact with those ass faced monkeys. And Gudako….
God. Who could escape that demon I would like to know. I have friends- few but true- yet they wanted me to be wild, make explosions, attack many face- like Fathers- which are wary of me (don't even know them personally)- and be loud and cheery and bold!
I'm so done with those stereotypical blonde bimbos. I don't want to have the same enthusiastic energy I had before.
I want silence, a good ol' nap and a boring ass television series and comfortable company in a tranquil place and those twins couldn't even afford it to me.
I don't even want to go into this cafeteria! It's like those banquets where I'm expected to behave proper for those common baboons until they brought ales and yell like savages!
Why, in my time breakfast in bed is a common theme! Who the heck thought it's a good idea bonding with food on their front? Foods are sacred, why should they ignore it in the expense of others?
And these noise, my effing ears. "I have a millennia of problems, can't even have a quiet time when I needed it the most." I told myself, pivoting away as Hercules ran straight towards the exit with Ajurna on his shoulder, sipping on his cup of tea.
See what I mean about crazy? These people are maniacs.
"Mordred, did you hear?" I huffed, spotting one of the few people I tolerate waving at me to come with a book on his hand. Thank the Masters for small mercies.
"What?" I grumbled, making my way next to Jekyll's table with Christian Andersen and Frankenstein, greeting me with a simple nod that I accept on the same term. Frankenstein pushed a full tray of foods to me. I smiled, grateful- that's why I like these silent types, they're the best people I can get.
"Master Gudao announced that there's a possible new Servant they will summoned today…" Jekyll stopped, looking at me up and down, chuckling. "… and good pajama's by the way." I gave him a stare, not the least bit concern. A red hooded shirt and black shorts are my common clothes, what on earth is he talking about? He saw me with this stuff all day.
Ah, must be my hair but who cares, I haven't combed it for weeks.
Whatever.
"Yay, wished Gudako would stop bothering me then." I respond, taking an apple to my tray and munching it slowly. "It's getting harder and harder to sleep, even in dreams she haunted me."
"If only you'd comply on their wishes and let them see your arsenal. You're one of the most difficult to level up and I think they wanted it to be over with." Andersen whispered but I still hear it all the same.
I shuddered, repulsed.
"If they want to have sex with me like they do to all of you-…" with that they flinched, "- then good luck dreaming for nothing because I shall not stoop so low to overpower my shit. I'm fine with what I have, level up or not they can eat my dang, I'm fit as it is." And with that, the case was closed. I know what those leveled up entails into, it's not like I wanted that to happen to me. Heck! Almost all of them had sex with those two! What the fuck is this, harem!? My energy reserves dwindle from the noise and my fuming hands shoveling rice, I would've raised my voice for them to understand but thank god we're Servants as the middle table gave a guttural laughs and howlers. Damn Men Kings.
"I mean, it is interesting…." Jekyll continued, placing down his book, focusing unto the topic he drawn. "Master says they would use that ring as a relic to find if it might call a Servant as unique as it is. How wonderful is that when it occurs?"
"The what now?"
"The Regalia? The ring which came out of nowhere when the last Ray Shift failed?"
I stopped mid- bite, frozen for a second before I shrug my concerns aside. I know of the failed Shift, not of what it brings. It doesn't concern me, as I will take fistful of sleep than those little murmuring gossips. I admit, hearing that word put a small strain in my chest but it's impossible that what I have in mind coincides with that of the ring he said. It's one of a million, and I am not amused they called it that.
"Eh. Don't know. Don't care." Uncommitted for another round, I dove into my food, swallowing what I'm able, waiting to get the hell out of here and put my body in a cocoon of blankets for me to lazed all day. I incidentally let my eyes roam to my left and saw a few feet away a Servant with my father's face, blue gown and all with indescribable stare towards me. I ignore that persistent eyes just like any other day. I have enough to deal with than talk to a midget looking father.
I need to get away fast, because the longer I am here, the bigger the crowd would notice me there. Fuck, it's not my fault I'm better looking than them and their history named me as their killer. Hah! Talk who!? I guess they want me to talk to them about that, unfortunately. Eh, who cares, I'm not from their timeline so they can get the fuck off.
I won't let them destroy my day as it is.
But here comes Karma, and the lights suddenly blurred and statics sounds appeared the same time the whole Chaldea structure shook in waves. The cafeteria was silenced and the Servants tense up for an upcoming battle. While me? Nah.
"This is good." I complimented Emiya's omelet, unhindered to the disbelief of those around me. It takes no genius to know many have done their weapons, I might as well enjoy the peace while it lasted ya know? The heck would I do, dog pile with them when the dangers near? What stupid asshole would attack a Servants base in the first place?
The silence was broken yet again, as the door to the cafeteria opens and came the twin Masters, with hushed murmur beneath their lips. I dare not look at them, unconcerned as the Servants laughs their relief to see them safety. My tablemates are entranced to the twins, eyes with interest and curiosity that I remind myself they came from the summoning room. I conclude they come with the new Servant, but truly? I just don't care. Breathe and talk all they want, I'm so done with the noise for today.
I eat the remaining rice, drink my glass of milk and stands to walk to the other direction away from Gudako and Gudao. I hope their new play thing's interesting for them to be disturbed enough for me to take at least a week of hibernation before they egg me again to go into their callous missions. It's not like I'm hiding my skills, I just don't want them prodding into my memories.
I am a few feet away from the exit when I hear that blasted name spoken in deep confusion and sweet tone. I was struck numb, a painful twist coiled on my stomach.
Yes, my name.
But not just any other name.
It's my freaking nickname. And I do not let anyone knows it exist.
Except for one.
And that one died long ago.
But the owner of the voice uttered it, in hopes of confirmation. As if they are looking in a credulous possibility.
I stopped, tensed. Slowly I heard the hushed whispers died down, and feet softly making a pitter patter sounds on a marble floor. I feel the presence a few feet away from me and there, it stopped.
I can feel their gazes. Can feel the tension that fucking nickname brings. I raised my shoulder, self- conscious, but definitely angry at the unwanted attention when suddenly;
"Morry? Is that you?"
My head whipped, cracking as the bone unpleasantly pressured to move in friction of second and there, I saw her.
She was smiling, and innocent eyes shining when our eyes met.
Green to brown. Her features are terrifyingly down the very dot of spot. Same hair, eyes and clothes-, silver lining coiled on her neckline and silver ribbon held her white dress close to her frame.
My chest ached. She looked like her.
Shit. She looks like Weiss!
"Morry? Now that's a funny name!" it dawned on me right of the bat. I shuddered as Gudako and Weiss- looking brunette stared me down.
Great.
Two sadist devils come to life.
I blame Gudako for the cut, but part of me is glad to the intervention, lest I want to be consumed by fear. I used that chance to pursued the escape of my life as those brown orbs locks with that of Gudako, masked of indifference raise like a banner.
"The hell are you?"
But my mouth has a different agenda, and I'm forever doomed for it. The moment it leaves my traitorous mouth her eyes widened, surprised. I bolt, embarrassed as those eyes follows me.
The surprised yell of the others I do not bother. I must find Da Vinci at once.
"MORDRED!" Gudako called to me. Shit, it's Gudako!
Gotta run for my life y'all.
Yup. Totally. Definitely needs Da Vinci.
I need a new soundproofed dorm and a hundred door locks to keep those fucking orange haired Master at bay. But first I need to evacuate my things and so I fled.
Unfortunately, Da Vinci has a different idea.
"What the hell are you doing here!?" I can only uttered, jaw slacked.
"Fufufufu, I heard you have a wife, how devious of you to hide that~. It's the talk, you know? The resident E-MOrdred having a secret wife in a Servant [Master] Class. Why, Chaldea's all on the nose sniffing for gossips like I do~!" Leonardo Da Vince trotted, placing one good arm into my shoulders, bumping in jest.
Hold up! What the hell is she talking about?
Wife?
Talk!?
"So I took advantage and place necessities she needed for the day~, I hope you don't mind though, you have enough space for two so instead of placing a second one, a king sized bed would suffice to the both of you, no~?"
I could only watched, eyes twitching staring down at the small trinkets and luggage awaiting me at the back of my room.
I heard her sigh, and a hand holding my chin.
"Dear, close your mouth or you'll catch a fly~. So for my payment, let me know something everyone don't, aye~?"
"I have one." I draw strength, inhaling deeply as much as I can.
"What is it, dearie~?"
"Who the fuck told everyone I have a wife!? Why don't I know I have a wife?!" I gripped my hair in despair, growling to the heavens.