When in a very compromising situation, they said to run like hell is licking on your ankles trying to snatch you away.

They said run, but they didn't say where to go. So much for a deep shit load of wisdom. Fucking hell will it save me the effort to find the appropriate bunker for the hell bound life I have.

Those who conjure such amazing word must have literally run like there's no tomorrow, since such senseless words have been made since I was a child. Moreover, running requires usage of limbs and energy that my metabolism needs to burn in exchange, or the effing cardiovascular effort, wasted adrenaline to boost and muscular strain that compromise of running seems not so appealing to a sloth like me.

I ran once today, and scream myself raw. I have wasted valuable energy I rather not repeat.

The best course of action? Be calm and find a good old hiding spot. Perfect, right? Just a small effort with a lazy trout and a slow paced thinking equivalent into a lullaby for a baby who needs sleep like I do.

So here I am, in an irrelevant pursuit of tranquility at a library, where you will see fairly decent people who won't scream at you like they own the world and a bunch of shelves to fit my body and to hide my nonexistent ass.

I'm content at my pitiful state, knees bend in my chest and arms circling it, cashed in like books in the shelves at the lowest row (where tiles and shelve meet, yes, that's it stupid)- looking straight into a blank face of the Hassan Princess, in the same position as I do parallel to me. I gave her my best impassive impression, content just to spook each other out hoping we won't get to be found.

I snuggled in my red shirt, chilling like a burrito as I sighed in contentment, hoping my luck will not run out.

When trying to find a hideout ladywhore and gentlefuckers, know that they become a 'base' for someone who think faster than you, where they feel the same bullshit as I do and was, in fact, trying to be unseen into the very same people I am hiding from.

Take Angra Manyu for example. I had seen him in passing, when I jump into the vent out of my room the moment Da Vinci fled. He was in the darkest pits of those long ass ventilation systems, giggling all the while with a camera in hand. Don't know why he had that but like shit I care. He bid me bad luck for escaping the Master. Well, isn't he nice?

He might be the epitome of hatred but I'm a determined sloth. When sloth became motivated, they better hide than run.

That shit got what he deserved as I strangled him close to death. Nothing will find him there.

Or take a guess from Illyasviell. That twat's so traumatized by the kids her age to do anything in her power just to escape Kuro that she agreed to be in Media's pervert basement is so beyond me. I would've taken a hint with that bitch but everyone knows how lecherous that witch is so no. Just no.

Come to think of it, is that squirt aware she's on for a more problematic person than her sister? Eh, maybe she's masochist, whatever.

Then there was Passionlip. God, the poor wimp's trying to fit into the janitor's closet. She looked like a fished in a can by the way, all those flesh got to have some taste or somethin'.

I asked if I could hide in her cleavage, into the gaping trash bin in there. But the wimp starts crying; telling me Meltlilith and BB's occupying it now messing with her insides so she can take no further passengers in. Huh, that I can respect.

Then there's Alter Emiya who just blend in with the shadows because you know, he's a fucking piece of shit who tripped me when he didn't even move when I was walking trying to find a hiding spot.

Fuck you Emiya.

I saw Nightingale too, in the infirmary. She's cool I guessed, no one bothered her and no one entered her room. I would've go there if I didn't saw face like father trying a simple knock and was bombarded by grenades in the first three seconds, making a collateral damage. So yeah, no. I'm powerful, people but I am not that stupid when she just raised her middle finger and said, 'fuck off'.

Vladimir too, I saw that vampire between the space of a mirror and a wall, just chilling in there with his cup of coffee. The place was brilliant and it is covered by the bamboo shoots so no one notice the man. It's too small though, it would not fit us.

I then saw Gilgamesh the bookish, just sitting there in the main lobby minding his own business when I thought of his Gate.

"Oi Gilgamesh." I said and he gave me a big fucking 'Hn?'.

Common misconceptions about this man, is that he's a pompous ass who has a superior complex than everyone who ever lived…. Huh, it seems kind or a fact but, eh. He can be annoying and golden, but when you paid him the respect by treating him like a fucking living creature and not expecting an axe on your tail, he would be the greatest asset I could ever had.

"Hide me in your Gate." I doted him to, when he simply opened them and I sunk in his limitless treasures. It's golden I'm telling you. I am perfectly satisfied in my position, thinking ahead on how many hours, if not days or years will I stay there. I almost hoped bookish Goldie would forget about me so I can live my Servant life in a relative peace.

Key word: almost, if I didn't saw something which puts green hue on my palette.

That fucker has more stash of porn with face like father in it that I could ever count. He had a collection of father's faces statues in very provocative and nude positions. I saw miniature versions, CD, shirts and pillows and picture frames.

Yeeeeaaaaaah…. no. The hell no. Who would have thought bookish Goldie is a fucking debauch leech?

I might not like those who have my father's face but I knew disrespect when I see one.

Hey brain cells, delete my praise to Gilgamesh up there.

So the best course of action?

I burned it all and there goes my privilege of entering his Gate ever again.

Eh, at least I do them favors. I'm a God, bitch fear me.

I found Brynhildr too, but that bitch is psychotic, I didn't fucking waste my time with her.

The sociopath dragon lady with a green hair was cool, like, absolutely. Why? Because the fucking cunt has bigger balls than I am that Gudako is running away from her! So green haired dragon lady and I were cool, 'cause we have a freaking understanding that I hate Gudako and they can fucking take everything about Gudako as her own. Why she loves that demon so much, I'm not gonna ask.

I tried exiting the premises of the Chaldea and trying to nap into the snowstorm outside.

Well, it takes me ten minutes of laying down there trying to doze off when those fucking pipsqueaks asking for Illya happened. They taunted me they will tell where I was to Gudako so without further I do revealed it where the wimp be hiding with.

But know this, children can say anything they want to anybody they want and they would be listened and everyone would believe them, because they are children, right? Those little fuckers. They lied! I let the fuckers get the best of me! That's the reason I don't like squirts, they remind me of myself when I was a kid! How my father put up with me, I'll never know.

I heard her voice coming up the roof! And let me tell you, god forbid Goldie would be envious at Gudako's laugh.

So you all be asking why I am taking my precious time of napping to find a perfect spot of hiding in this dig old Chaldea? I have two things in fact;

One, Gudako's a demon I didn't want to face. One hopeful indication of boosting my skills coming from her and I will slit my throat just to leave that demon sucking on her own chance gone.

But I'm not that suicidal, so there's that.

And the last reason is for me not to meet Weiss like brunette, which is the effing new Servant just summoned hours ago. Because new Servant means a Master nearby. Masters means trouble. And trouble is tiringly bothersome. And bothersome is not what I want. Add to the fact she is expected to join me into my own room like some partner.

Hah! She was even called my wife! Let me be clear, I am not amused when Da Vinci told me it.

I want to hibernate. I want freedom. I want quiet.

And that brunette would not give me it when she was the reason Gudako's on my very tail with vigor in the first place.

So with it, comes the present with the Princess Hassan, dozing off in her little hiding hole.

I should have known it would not last, as a limb stopped in our spot, or more specifically; directly facing my body.

It is a feet of a woman, little and bare- footed. I should've known it is her, when she bends down to peak at my disgruntled expression, brown eyes calculatingly boring in my own.

I should have reacted better but this day has been tiring. I don't want a part of it.

Maybe it's better if I slit my throat now so I could rest at the Throne of Heroes? But ehhh, that place was littered with a bunch of people a hundred times bigger than the Servants here in Chaldea.

"You're avoiding me."

"No shit Sherlock," I automatically sneered back. Don't blame me, it's my defense mechanism. "I'm just looking for a perfect place to sleep you know, 'cause this place is sooo comfy and everyone can totally know I'm here so I'm expecting a very cheerful welcome back party courtesy of Gudako so I can live long and happy that you thought it good to say you're my wife. So, you know, that's awesomely fuck you because totally I appreciated it. Very."

Cue sarcasm.

I was trying to be polite in this moment, I never know how crybaby she was if she can't take such slight jab. I don't like crying. Or tears. Just, no. I don't want to be a handkerchief to clean snots if it does. Thankfully (or unnervingly), she didn't comment, nor were her expression altered. She looked like she's used to it and it makes me jittery in my place.

I almost felt guilty if I'm totally not sleep deprived right now.

"How'd you find me?" I asked, because shit the world this is the best hiding spot and this brunette must have an antenna to detect which is where.

Now she smiled. It creep me out a little but I persevere.

"You aren't exactly subtle. Better yet, you're not trying to be elusive."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I growled. She sat in front of me, legs tuck in. She let a finger brushed a stray strand and I find myself trailing the limb. I saw a glint on her eyes.

The little bitch, I can't believe I fall for that.

"Please come out of there. I would like to speak to you and I find it uncomfortable with you that way."

"It's really comfy, no thank you." I rebuked her request, who does she think she is? Doesn't mean she's a girl that I'll gave her a free pass to order me around and-

-She gives me this look and I was suddenly out, crossed leg and spine straighten.

What. Hey brain cells, still there?

Yu- uh. Thre's two more.

She smiled and it brings me eminent dread 'cause really, how did she do that!?

"For one, this is a very popular spot for activity if you needed privacy in uhm….. different purposes." I flinched, so thus a depressing aura emitting from behind the brunette, as if agreeing. "It was also an obvious choice. It is clever to hide in a spot anyone would thought but would not think to look about, for they knew you will find somewhere more secretive than plain sight. The irony was astounding or I just know you better than I thought. You might searched for more but failed to do so, means backing into the first place where it's been searched in time, we never know."

I scowled, mulling her statement as if she had drained me like water. It is one to know the obvious but to confirm that we have a past is another thing.

She said more things in fact but my brains not with me right now.

"Are you Weiss?" I asked, trying and failing to clamp my thoughts.

She pressed her lips into a thin line. I don't know what that means, it gives no solid impression or how it changes her reaction to me. It's not from anger, disappointment or reminiscing thoughts. Just plain thinning of the lips, indifferent and unsettling.

Yes, it unnerved me, because if this silence continues, I will think I done something wrong which I don't in amount of bullshit will get into my head. Shit, this woman had me in my balls and it's not even evening.

"I'm Hakuno Kishinami….. I'm not Weiss." When she said that, I felt relief even though she definitely hesitated. I love Weiss and all, but that demon would leash me if she was able. Hakuno Kishinami though, hmmm…

"It's familiar but I don't care," I told her bluntly, shrugging my shoulders as I gave her my best impression of indifference.

"I see… you didn't remember me at all." Was her hollow words.

The desire to not disappoint the girl struck me hard and fast. "I won't if you won't remind me, so spill." I didn't know why I offered, it's not like it's my place to care if I recall or not if she's not Weiss. Must be her tone though, there's just something in there that I can't cope.

And those eyes.

Yeah, definitely the eyes.

Fuck it, I'm a sucker for brown eyes and I never know why!

"We fought side by side in many wars." She spoke, albeit slowly. "We were inseparable, Master and Servant, we won and rule. Don't you remember?"

I tensed, all posture of indifference gone, annoyance on halt.

"I had lived three lives." I raise three fingers, staring in focus. My pasts are a sore topic for me, almost as sore on how I died. But when I reminiscent and those lives would graze me with a loving peak, it was redemptive. It was with a sensation that grips my heart. Not of hatred or anger. Not of embarrassment or pride. I yearned to know what it is. "I have glimpse of my pasts, but no concrete evidence of what happened in them. Which life were you?"

"Five." She quickly amended, pulling the bent fingers on my hand with a soft caress. She must have seen my confusion and shook her head, melancholic and apologetic at best.

"You had lived five lives. Four of it was with me… a Holy Grail Master, a friend, a lover…. and a wife. Your wife."

I don't know what happened, but my last two remaining brain cells must have shut down. Ya know, I have these trait on running my mouth when I'm in a dreadful end. But I guess having no brain cells not that problematic.

Because there's just a big fucking 'What the FUCK' in there, who can't even in my effort, leave my mouth.

She gave me this look and smiled like it was not her fucking fault.