Author's Note: Damn, guys important thing, a few chapters from now there would be some… uh, mild something and I was wondering if I should change the rate to M? What do you think?
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It started with an interruption of a sensual moment between her and Modred, but it all happens in a blink of an eye that she associate with her frozen state, as she beholds a sight she usually saw when they are in school premises.
And that is Mordred, punching someone's face. It's a reflex, an impulse Mordred said, but Hakuno discerns that was all because of the talks and murmurs about them- their relationship and sin being together as a couple.
That is a bitter truth, since a person loving someone in a same gender is known as taboo or inappropriate when it comes to the society. She and Mordred have come into different lengths to be together, and gossips and bullies aside- none will dare hold a challenge in the face of the arrogant Mordred Pendragon, especially concerning herself.
But this is not a school, where students learn new things about the world. The person in front of her is not a student either, but a professional person in pain directly pulsing on his face.
And that punch was not a reflex, but with an objective to hurt someone rather than pointing sense in their deeds. So Hakuno abandoned her frozen position and approach the slump figure she recognize as Romani Archaman- the head doctor of Chaldea- trembling in agony, ignoring the cussing and blushing Mordred who locked herself on the bathroom. She kneels and helps the man, sitting him in the couch and hurrying to grab some ice and towel before dabbing it on the swollen part.
"Ah~ Thank you, Kishinami." Romani chuckles, looking from the peculiar sight of their private room, to the tons of pillows in the middle of the room. "You sure do keep yourself busy." He jabs casually while Hakuno settles on the single seat, directly at Romani's front with a small table as their middle.
"It's Mordred's creation." She supplied, eyes lock at the blonde figure swiftly and noiselessly skipping out of the bathroom to settle in her own futon, clearly still in state of bothered. Even if the consequences are problematic, she let her lover be as a substitute to their prevented moment, not acknowledging her presence until the head doctor should notice the fuming person. "Don't ruin it or she'll utterly be cross with you." Then she sums up the warning, making the doctor laugh at her monotone but lovely voice.
"It's one thing to be punched; I don't want to add something I'll regret in the future."
"You're wise." Hakuno complimented, clapping her hand in a single motion, creating an adorable scene like a doll. However, "But do keep that comment to yourself, Archaman- san. Mordred loves to turn the tides if she wants to." that warning makes her looks like a harbinger of a future massacre.
"I'm sure to keep an eye on that," he nods, clearly obliging the girl. "And speaking of uh…. Mordred, how's her condition doing?"
With a subtle hiccup of Mordred's name, the brown haired girl wonders why the doctor seems behaving nervously. "Her wounds are healed; she also said that it did not hurt anymore."
"For just two days?" surprised and a little taken aback, Romani forgot his eye to critically stare at Hakuno's doe ones. "No person who fell that high could recover that quick."
Truly, no ordinary human person could do such feat. Yet, for Hakuno, Mordred was not ordinary that seems farfetched and abrasive. With all this years they knew each other, certain facts are bound to be revealed. And two will be said to the world this moment; one is that Mordred- oblivious to her own body- could never be harmed that easily, like there was an armor protecting her from the very harsh reality.
Hakuno sees it, sense it and felt it, like an invisible barrier that holds everything together. Mordred is a bloodthirsty fighter, and no days will come that she does not join any street battles or fights out or inside the school. Hakuno saw Mordred get stabbed, shot, kick on the head, gash about, punched and thrown like a rag doll, smashed with heavy objects and almost in a brink of incapacitating- but she still stands undefeated, always coming back to her with a wild smile on her face and as the days gone by, the wounds will heal and no traces of scars will be left marring her skin.
"You're right, no one can recover that quick." Hakuno agreed to the doctor's statement, before she place her right hand to the man's swollen eye… revealing the second discovery with the calmest look in her brown eyes. "But with some assistance.." she pauses, channeling a small magic in her palm- that familiar reddish flowing pattern on her own arm flared- cooling the damaged eye of a frozen Romani within a matter of seconds before putting her palm again into her side, admiring the unharmed skin she held. "…. Of healing, everything is possible."
Against her will yesterday night, she was examined by the same man talking in front of her and asked about her condition and regarding their sudden appearance in Chaldea- especially concerning their route and the damage the fall creates on the building. Honest as a computer she is, Hakuno told the truth without any remorse- it's not like she wants to hide anything from them. Suspicion, anger, incredulity and confusion- she knew that impression were to be shown directly at her horrendous statement foreboding insane and unreal.
But the impression she got from the man was not she expected at all. The worry in his eyes, the panic within it is visible and obvious to herself who knew how to hide an emotion quiet well. And the fact that he examine her again, with a serious face than last time, she saw something- unforgettable and familiar as she trace the glowing pattern she saw on Romani's raised hand unconsciously, stopping when Romani manly gasped and his eyes trained directly at her own.
Then it happened, the spark of mighty something within her pushed Romani's hand with force, making him stumbled back a few steps, with more questions than answers. And his words are compromise with a responsibility to explain her everything- before he went about and left her to deal with a shocked Gudako that night, ashen as the sky she saw before she and Mordred descended.
But it is not the time for dillydallying, for this is the time of confession and revelation; two things Hakuno needed to answer all the unearthed questions.
"You're a-!" the head doctor exclaimed, clearly amaze at the admission, patting his now unhurt eye.
"…. I do not know what I am, or what kind of person I am." She politely cuts, lowering her gaze at the floor to hide her hopeful eyes to the doctor. "And it seems you have knowledge about my questions in life, Archaman- san. If you may, will you answer it?"
Long silence ensues, before a combination of sigh and laugh of relief echoes in the room, with Romani laughing in absurdity- happy with what will happen from now on.
"Well then, Kishinami. What would you like to know?" he asked with finality, dropping the surprise to welcome the girl into Chaldea's secrecy.
"Anything you want to share, if you please." Hakuno said with joy, clearly pleased with a blush on her face. And Romani could not refuse no more.
'Who wouldn't? With that smile on her face.' He thought, starting his story- the History of Magi, ignoring the piercing green eyes needling his head.
"Cheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~." Mordred hmmed angrily, focusing on Romani like a predator to its prey, peeking out of her blanket with that death bringer glare, making the doctor sweat.
He really shouldn't cross path with Hakuno's Mordred.
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Mordred's patience starts to wear thin- can't say Hakuno's surprise- for being kept and prohibited to go out of the room they are assigned for the time being up to their encounter with Gudako and Gudao until now.
'That's two days and a half.' Mordred grumpily snarls to her thought. They are given food, clothes and a good company of games to forget their boredom by the same staff member every two hours. So far, the isolation can be quiet disconcerting for the school tomboy and noise- fight seeking blonde. Of course she's happy Hakuno's around, so happy the temptation of 'claiming' her is so over edge she created a large barrier of pillows between her side of area and Hakuno's for the reason of "Preserving chastity."
Oh the humiliation, she can't erase the incredulous downright look Hakuno throws at her out of her mind. Staining her little flower without any decent reason but boredom is not Mordred's kind after all. Besides, it's not like she can't just picture the thought of Hakuno under her, withering and beg-
"Ahem." Mordred coughs to her hand, turning her head away from the curious brown haired girl, reading a book on her own bed.
"Penny?" Hakuno asked.
"Don't have one, sorry." Mordred replied in a high pitch voice, pushing her head harder on her made futon. What Mordred just want to say is that they did that some time ago, and the very thought of it in the middle of the day dyed the blonde's face red in mortification. A few kisses and hugs is all she can be satisfied with for now, since disturbance is a timely incident she did not want to experience with.
The quietness, the growing desire, the uncomfortable white room and the building presence of anger fuels Mordred like a slow and steady rhythm of magma that the idea of escaping without permission was mentioned indeed. Yet she refused her own ideas for the better, and god willing she can last for as long as Gudao and Gudako can go back and voice out their freedom. She tried to stay optimistic per se, and ignore the world for a quiet time with her little angel.
But it was more than her patience that wears extremely close to snapping, as the offenders Hakuno called Nero and Tamamo seems to be searching her lover from day in and day out, walking and running passed their locked door like children in a game of Hide and Seek. Hakuno for the most part seems to be agitated and weary, dizzyingly gazing at the door when they pass by; even if she called out to her lover too many times it is not enough to garner Hakuno's hypnotizing gaze.
And it boils Mordred's possessiveness to the maximum, resulting of her ignoring Hakuno for the remaining time, pouting and snapping into the soft suggestions of her lover. It became difficult though, as Hakuno steps into her area and became affectionate, like a cat yearn being petted.
Well, did Mordred lose and succumb into the pleasure? Oh no, god forbid she didn't.
And that action completely turns the real thing into a sweet nightmare. With Hakuno there, pressing close and muttering sweet nothings was just the beginning.
Kisses on her jaws? 'Small thing.'
Straddling her like a sex goddess? 'Another small thing.'
Nibbling her ears? 'Third small thing.'
Listening to that pleading voice? 'Okay, time up.'
Those adorable eyes expressing a rare hurtful and longing emotion?
'Oh the hell with it!' Mordred thought in defeat. Honor and virtues pushed aside, she pounce on her girl with lingering kisses and affection. Mordred's desires spike in uncontrollable moments, almost making Hakuno hers when Romani Archaman saw them in such compromising position, with his nose bleeding for some reason.
And not only Mordred learned her lessons, Archaman too, learned to not enter a locked door without any permission, courtesy of a black eye from Mordred for a small reminder.
It should be the common visit and greetings like ought it would be, realizing Romani Archaman is the supposed leader of the facility- Chaldea they are in.
Then, Hakuno told the truth about her fast and complete recovery-a secret they kept for too long- and in exchange, they were told the truth- swift and abrupt, like a whirlwind toss in the ocean cliffs.
Human Extinction, the impending doom of the present that can only last for about a century, until the Chaldea discovered a distortion in space in Fuyuki called the Singularity 'F' between year 2015 and 2018, and from the other parts of the world with different timeframe, different history with similar results; the end of human race.
Chaldea Security Organization, created organization of professional scientist and magus of all ages-with an objective to maintain 'Human Order', wish upon the Grail for the salvation of humanity and the end of evil that may lurk on the past, present and future histories.
Magus, people with spiritual circuits containing crest, or hereditary spells passed into the new generation from the elder ones with different types of affinity and skills, born to achieve their goal- living on the road of death.
Masters, a magus with a potential to summon a Servant in the Throne of Heroes. Just like Gudao and Gudako, now fighting in another timeframe in Babylonia with their Servants in tow, fighting the distortion-a smudge of wrongness in history.
Servants, heroes of the past, some in the present and seldom was called in the future, classified as Saber, Lancer, Archer, Berserker, Rider, Caster and Assassin. There are a few rare classes like Shielder, Ruler, Avenger and many more. They are the familiars of the Holy Grail Masters fighting for their past and future wishes to come true and whisper in the Grail. Slaughtering each other, turning the world into a massive battlefield- claiming many lives, battling until the end of their second lives.
Holy Grail, a one of a kind artifact that grants wishes and pursued by many Magus all over the world where a War is born and the victor of the survival of the fittest death match could achieve their desired Wish. It was created by three ancestral family; Tohsaka, Kiri (Matou) and Einzbern to achieved the Root of All or the Akasha Roots.
The information so strange became so illogical, Mordred explodes with a mighty yell, stopping the story- telling, surprising the man as she storm with "I'M DONE WITH THIS SHIT!" before she dash outside the Private Room and run for all she care where her feet will lead her to.
She explodes not because she wants to, but the aching pain in her mind and heart tells another story of her deprivation to be free. She felt guilty for leaving Hakuno behind, but her stubbornness takes the bait and wins her action against her goal.
Hakuno's words are the only thing she believed in whole- heartedly, whether it is unreasonable or not, Mordred will do everything to keep them as real as fuck.
Her survival capabilities and Hakuno's healing are the exception to the rule of law of Physics in Mordred's mind.
Not Human Extinction.
Not Holy Grail.
Not magic users Organization.
And not freaking powerful Servants.
But these emotions she is currently feeling, the reminiscence of a buried voice, the words so familiar yet so foreign…. It made her so sick.
Magus.
Master.
Servant.
Holy Grail.
-STATIC!-
"Grant me my wish."
-STATIC!&^%$##!-
"Augh!"
"Oof!"
Mordred grips her head while she is taking right turn, tumbling forward in a warm object as a sudden strike of pain appears and vanishes out of the blue. Her mind collapse like the other day, shutting down without warning, varying images both clear and distant flashing in front of her vision, blocking her consciousness to the world.
"Damn headache…" Mordred grumbles as she closes her eyes tightly, gripping the warm object like a lifeline- missing out the quiet gasp and the tense state of what she is currently hugging, before the sense of calmness flows back into her nerve, cooling her sweating form.
"Jeez, what…. what the heck is happening to me? Stupid pain.." She pouts and grips the waist she is hugging to stand straight and back to her business-
Wait.
'Waist?' Mordred's mind halted into this one single information. Staring straight into a white corset beneath a blue clothes, Mordred fearfully looks up slowly, fearing that the girl she toppled with are mad enough to warrant her a slap on her cheek which she likes to avoid.
Because an angry and jealous Hakuno is a thing that Mordred knew not to release, for her grave may not be enough to stop Hakuno's wrath on her 'infidelity'.
But that fear was replace with something more, as her eyes laid upon the girl- no, a woman she is hugging.
Green eyes wide and in disbelief, with golden tresses like sun rays placed in an intricate bun with a blue ribbon holding it securely. White corset and blue gown of medieval fashion hugs the woman perfectly, a beauty none can resist is holding Mordred's arm protectively. "Ah…" she unconsciously spoke out, dumbstruck and a little disarray from the happenings.
The woman looks disturbingly like Mordred- if a little soft and mature looking, compare to Mordred's slight chubby cheeks- she's still growing- and ruffled hair in a ponytail. If Mordred were to state the feeling she are hypnotize in, it was happiness, anger, panic and embarrassment place together to form a peculiar and overrated emotion, almost topping off her love for Hakuno.
Mordred backs out slowly, not too slow to linger and not too fast either to disrespect the help the beautiful woman gave her. Frowning while blushing, Mordred looks down, scratching her head in adorable manner as a pout- or is it an embarrass smile?- made its way into her face.
"Eeeer….. Th- thank you.." she murmured, playing with the sole of her shoes like a child who done a mischievous thing.
"!?" like she is struck by a lightning, the woman inhaled sharply, those green eyes searching within Mordred- clearly and utterly baffled. "W-… What?" the woman spoke in a regal voice, so steady and beautiful with a hint of uncertainty to it.
Blushing madly, Mordred fumed- it seems her murmur was not enough, and thus, she said her magic words again- with a shy but loud voice. "I- I said T-th- thank you!" and it came out so cute to her liking Mordred growled and ruffled her untamed head more, blabbering like an idiot. "Waaahh! What the actual freak!? Eew, eew, eew! I hate my voice! Oh no, no, no, no! Stop cracking!" she bashed herself on the head, ignoring the frozen woman clearly paralyzed at the show she is watching.
Mordred tries to think of her calm and brash attitude, her loyalty as Hakuno's lover and the not so soft attitude of hers to the others. However, all of it became ineffective when it comes to this woman, like a secret expose that will never get rid of for the rest of her life.
"AGH! Gah DANG IT! ALRIGHT!" she then finally regard the woman, pointing a finger like a commander- but her cute red face still steaming out hot air of horror decrease the appeal from adorable to all out cuteness. "Don't tell anyone about this or I'll find you and…. And!... Ugh! I just said thank you, what's wrong with that!?"
"Um…." The blonde woman, reduce to an amused and conflicted person clamps a hand to her mouth, sending misunderstood signals of laughing to Mordred who grew angry and turn her back to the woman, biting her lips in frustration as a single tear slips pass her eyelid. She does not know whether it's because she's utterly humiliated, happy or angry but she brushed it off with her left arm, walking briskly away from the woman.
"Stupid." She whispered, clenching her fist that it whitens incredibly.
"W-wait!"
"Don't follow me!" Mordred growled, her step fastening to get rid of the woman walking behind her, clearly wanting to apologize- albeit its resolve are shaky and reluctant.
"M-Mordred!"
And when she heard her name, it seems time stops and Mordred halts in her tracks. The woman shakenly exhales as she approaches the untamed blonde, cautiously side- stepping to stand at Mordred's way again.
"F-forgive me…." She clears her throat, a thing Mordred do not bothered to ask why she needs to do the impractical.
"Tsk! Why are you apologizing!? It's not like you killed me or something!" Mordred huff in frustration crossing her arms defensively while the woman recovers her bearings and state her reason, however, the dubious and pale complexion starting to move on the woman's face perplexed Mordred.
Yet, she doesn't know her words hold a great impact to the woman, disoriented and speechless to bone. Mordred waited patiently, awaiting her answers- ignoring the way a certain idea came to mind. And as the blonde woman was about to speak, she cuts in quiet perfectly…
This time, lace with venomous warning and a call for a challenge of possession.
"Wait a second, are you Nero? 'Cause if you are, then I'm going to kill you."
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Arturia Pendragon was called by many things.
A Perfect King.
A swordswoman.
A pseudo- husband.
A capable Servant.
A trusted friend.
A potential lover.
And the last but the least, a father.
Yet out of those, the last one is the only thing she never admittedly and truly made a progress with, let alone become one because of the rift she have with her own Son, Mordred Pendragon.
Their relationship is clearly ruined, stomp upon by the madness, insecurities and misplace anger for her part and the blame she shoulders as well as her own son. It's been a year since she's a member of Chaldea and she undeniably remembers the day her son was summoned, with a confidence and pride rivaling the Golden King- Gilgamesh and the poor attitude everyone shows to Mordred. She watched in the sidelines and as guilt squeezes her heart, the more Mordred wants to be free, creating havoc and fights- both playful and deadly- which smeared her reputation even more and was punished by just being called a Collective Servant, prohibited to apply in any missions.
She wanted to talk to her son, to mend the lost connection and gave her a chance to stand next to her again, like the time they rule in prosperity and Camelot is at her peak of righteousness. She dearly wanted to…
But Fate did not give her this wish, as her son grew colder and she distanced herself to others except her friends from her 'Apocrypha' timeline and add the London Order Jekyl and the sunshine Master Gudako. However, Arturia wondered how many friends her son truly has? Seven? Ten? Or much less? Compared to herself who befriended others through combat and reputation as a King, Mordred's can be counted with just the fingers of her hands.
She felt the deep feeling inside of her reaching out to Mordred, especially when she saw that expression in the time of the fourth month of her son in Chaldea. She saw how everyone gathered around her, praising and conversing with her in a middle of the cafeteria while Mordred sits there alone- at the shadowy corner, with no one to talk to and the way she seems to brush her eyes pulls Arturia's strings towards her son.
Don't get her wrong, Arturia do not pity her son, but the- dare she say it, love for her offspring are screaming for her to move, and she waited and waited for the right time.
Until days turns to weeks.
And weeks turn to months.
And those months turn into a year, Arturia lose hope of seeing just a strand of her son's hair, until this happened.
Imagine her surprise after she was done training in a classified dojo with Siegfried and Sakura Saber, planning to Rayshift and be the support Gudao and Gudako needed in case there is a code red in Babylonia. And imagine the hope that lit up in that usual corridor when a figure cross paths with her, hugging her all of a sudden and straining to keep ahold of her body.
She tensed up- a usual reflex of hers when she was hugged by a stranger. And there, as the untamed blonde hair gives way to the person's identity, that was the time the lit hope turns into a bonfire. Her son- Mordred is in her arms, grumbling like she used to be in their first mission, cussing out the non- living. She should be concern of what cause her son to tripped over her own, but the joy- the words- the unspeakable-
Is stuck in her tongue.
So she stands there like an imbecile, watching how her son step back and become adorable- a once in a lifetime scene to behold, and she watch in absolute mixed feelings as Mordred rambles on and about to herself.
Arturia's son, her Mordred is standing in front of her. She likes to be livid and optimistic….. Yet there is something not right about this scenario.
Her Mordred, the son she rejected would never say any gratitude towards her after all the things Arturia did to her, and that's the reason she was completely surprise by the ordeal.
And what's more, Mordred repeated it again with her voice cracking cutely, before having another feat.
She sees it as a miracle blessed by the God, how her son's eyes and face will light up in embarrassment- an event she never knew would come true straight to her locked away desires. Moreover, the attitude, the personality, the face- it is truly Mordred…
"But why does this feels so wrong?" she mumbled to herself, cupping her mouth to hide the words.
Big mistake on her part, as her son walks away from her again, wearing that same expression-
-STATIC-
Brushing her eyes with her arm-
-STATIC!-
And Arturia made a move, the strings pulling and stretching out as Mordred walks too far to her liking. She called her name, a strange but sweet words leaving a refreshing taste on her mouth as Mordred stopped in attention, standing still and waiting for the father.
Then, the confrontation continues and the abomination of a truth spears her heart and twists it for more.
"Tsk! Why are you apologizing!? It's not like you killed me or something!" Mordred snaps, dragging Arturia's mind and heart in a complete mess.
The pain drips on the floor.
The blame she throws to the helmed Knight.
The word of rejection she spoked.
The mutated body of her own son, presented upon her in the Battle of Camlamn.
Arturia open her mouth to speak her words but her throat dries up like a dessert, trapping the lies and ensuring the truth may come first.
But still, she was rescued by her own son, with words so honest and voice dripping with malice. A question that shots deep-
"Wait a second, are you Nero? 'Cause if you are, then I'm going to kill you."
For that solidifies her two suspicions. One is that her son forgets her all together.
And two… this is another summoned Mordred who knew nothing about her being her own Father.
And Arturia do not know what hurts the most.
The thing about Mordred eliminating her existence in her life?
Or the fact that she was not there for this Mordred, like a Father should have done?