Author's Note: Unfortunately, I could not post earlier than this because I'm having the hell of my life in projects, clearance and examination in full blast. It will continue until October 13 since reality sucks. I'm posting this for further notice and a hell of a sincere 'sorry' 'cause this chapter is rush.
So the hell with this chap for now.
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The head doctor left not for long, after an emergency alarm appears claiming the Masters to be in danger. He fled in rush, with nothing but an apologetic face before he left with conviction.
Hakuno did not mind though, she prefers it this way. Alone amidst her never ending curiosity seeping to the door of her soul. In company of silence, none with those prying eyes to see her amazed expression.
Hakuno reflects unaided, at the same sit she places herself through Romani's outline of the secrecy overshadowing the world and contemplates the difference between theirs and Romani's, like a silent doll tense and sitting still.
She reflects how mundane and boring it is, in a year 2030, living day by day with a peaceful serenity. She thought about the flow of their life- going to school, prancing in any alleyways for Mordred to beat something, going home in satisfaction and sleeping the night to greet another day. She did not mean that her relationship with Mordred is dull however, it is the only reason Hakuno kept living and praying for another time sun will rise- to see the light within Mordred- the only enjoyment in that unexciting world.
Yes, there's a war, famine, poverty, government and controversies. Yet could someone blame her for thinking that as 'normal'? None can refute after all, because it is a civilization- a human civilization, where human experience greed and containment to their own world, battling their way on top to conquer their dreams, where there is an unjust justice and unlawful legal. Walking unto the same motion the old eras did and isolating what community means to absorb any achievements because of desires or needs. They move into the rhythm set years back and cluster out the particles of information in media, to create an enjoyment for others- to bring color to the world devoid of excitement they sought in dramas, cartoons or anime.
It was simple, in motion and convicting. It consumes their time, repeating the same process over and over again as they were born today so they can die for tomorrow.
Their world is plain, preferable to those who want boring life, a world full of robotic humans- depending to technology, evolution and self-achievement. A world where the popular and famous are adored, the strange people are outcasts and the geniuses are viewed like Gods.
And for that reason, Hakuno and Mordred is not one of them.
In fact, they have never become one of them.
Yet here…. In this world…
18 years behind their own…..
In this different dimension…
Hakuno- smiling to herself, stands and exits the private room, to look beyond the barrier of transparent mirror, into the meadows dark and hollow. She reaches the huge window and places her hands into its cool surface. Accepting the truth, obtaining facts of reality beyond recognition of fiction and ludicrousness.
"…. I felt alive." Hakuno whispers, ghosting a single finger to touch her lips, looking as far as she could see- with the hidden hope and determination.
Unlike her old World, this one holds secrets and magic confronted by battles between predators and prey. Its structure is at Death's doorstep but humans' are- both equally struggling together to stabilize their legends- to prevent the execution of human race and to hold through human's capacity as weaklings resiliently upholding the future in their hands.
Yes, the world with a civilization would know the scuffles like Hakuno's, but it did not circle its agenda just to 'live and meet death'- it also ran to conquer the 'live to create your legend and die to be called upon' between normal people and overpowering slayers, heroes and villains.
Holy Grail, Magus, Servants, Grand Order. Truly, this uncanny discovery holds par outside control. Don't get her wrong, she does not want the destruction of this dimension- it is just….
"Fascinating to be part of its salvation.…." Hakuno surmise, recollecting the last statement Mordred spoke on their world and battles to present one conclusion- a choice destined to be chosen- a decision of her own free will.
"As a human yourself, a Magus with circuits greater than Gudako and Gudao combine- Hakuno Kishinami, will you join Chaldea's Order?"
She remembers it clearly; the question after that alarm went out- abruptly cutting the conversation and the answer unheard by a mere person.
"About time." Hakuno's mind blurted. "Can't wait!" her soul chimes. "…. I just need to get ready." The body responds in kind.
And her heart thumps erratically, drawing a short laugh to escape her lips.
Well, she won't elaborate further. And instead, leave the premises of the window- in search for her difficult lover.
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Mordred is smart.
Believe it or not, she can solve a problem without issue. She can perfect a quiz while she sleeps at classes. She can speak nine languages and writes it into words on their own format. She can beat computer programs like flies and cockroaches beneath her superior gaming skills. She can do tricks in her body that rivals both beast and dancer of ballet. She can wield things like weapons or an extension of her arm. She can strategically think of a solution in a blink of an eye without any loopholes to make it collapse.
However, as true as that sound- she has a few weaknesses….
And one of those is recklessness.
And that recklessness happened for a while, while she waits for the frozen wide- eyed woman to confirm her rude inquiry. She looks at the labyrinth of corridors and the uniform patterns she is seeing from both direction and can't help but held an annoyed huff. She's lost, that much was confirmed. God only knows where she ran away much less know the direction of their private room.
'How will I return to Hakuno now?' she objects to herself and narrows her eyes at the person in front of her. It's not like this woman can help her, can't she?
In turmoil, Mordred hesitates to speak a small guidance when she took a glimpse in the woman's conflicted gaze. Surprise, panic, sadness and many more are swirling like a wave on the green ocean- penetrating to the reality but somehow those emotions are keep far too locked up with the woman's resilient mentality.
And thus, Mordred Pendragon- a rude person with a soft heart could only wait for the woman.
"Well? Are you her or not?" she asked again, without the hatred and impatience of a lion cub, but a softer side she solely conveys to an important person of her life.
"… No." At last, the woman responds, her regal posture rises up to build a wall on her emotions- keeping all things… hiding something. But Mordred is not a push over, so she let it slide.
"Jeez, isn't that hard to pronounce?"
"…. No."
"Are you telling the truth?"
".. Yes."
"Are you making fun of me?"
"No."
Mordred's eyebrows twitch at the all too soon cold shoulder. Here she is, patiently waiting for the answer and now she was being rudely pushed aside. "What's wrong with you? I'm trying to be polite here!" she outburst, like a child on a tantrum.
"…It does not look like it." The blonde woman sighs, almost mocking the angered youngster with a deadpanned expression when-
"Eh?"
-she raised her left palm in pursuit to touch Mordred's face. Two fingers ghost on her cheeks like a feather, down to her jaws and up and about on her ruffled hair. Its movement ragged and trembling portrays the woman's hesitance to her own action, but the clear curiosity within those orbs steadied the little blonde on her toes. The woman's hands were cold and sweating, yet it does not decrease the soothing or calming effect which eliminates her future aggression.
Mordred did not move and confusingly argued within herself why would she let a complete stranger do her actions upon herself. She wanted to asked and make a remark…
But this feeling…
Longing?
Creep up her spine, immobilizing both physical and mental stability to act or think, submerging her with a sense of tranquility, sweetness, safeness….
-!&*^*%&*$$## !-
"FATHHEEEEEEEERRRR!"
-STATIC!-
… And bitterness.
"….Mordred." the woman breathes out- contemplating, unsure, yet firm and resolute.
In flash, Mordred automatically slap the hand away- glaring at the woman with an intention to rebuke. "Now what was the heck is with your creepiness, woman? I never mention it before, but how do you know my name?" she murmurs, voice full of serious persona- stepping aback farther away the refute woman- glancing at her slapped hand.
"… The same reason you know mine." She answered Mordred's inquiry- lost and hollow, penetrating nothing but the heart of the lone figure upfront. Mordred gave a snort of refusal, meeting the identical eyes of the blonde woman.
"I have no recollection of your name, woman."
"Truly? Must you deny the fact you slew me as I slain you?" the blonde woman tersely attempt to rattle Mordred's mind- which in fact running a mile of confusion and delegates to find a motion to justify the woman's words- and none came out.
"I killed no one, for your information." She harrumphs, puffing her chest out- challenging the woman to retort.
"Ho?" surprisingly, the woman's calm green eyes were ablaze with frost rivaling Mordred's fire, step forward and stood toe to toe with her- breath a mere inch to their faces. Their posture spokes of an image of a lion and a cub, and a dragon to its hatchling- baring their fangs yet blood remains strong and no further action was mentioned other than verbal confrontations.
"Will you repudiate you sins? The people you execute upon your sword? The blood in your hands? How you became one of the people who reduce Camelot to ruins?" the older blonde spats, an angry frown smearing her perfectly beautiful face.
"Will you shut the fuck up!? Where did you get that fake information!? I eliminate none and destroyed no one! You're accusing me of something I did not do!" Mordred growled, straining to stop herself for punching in retribution.
"All I have spoken are facts. You cannot change the past deeds, son." And just like that, Mordred went silent, eyes locked with the greenest field of eyes, blinking like no care in the world, until that trance was broken with a bitter laugh.
"Past? Don't kid with me…" Mordred laughs, shaking her head from side to side. "Don't go commando with me! I have no past!" She says, tone hollow and void.
"Impossible. Everyone had one." the woman huffs, crossing her arms unto her chest. "Whether it was buried or it was deleted, memories forgotten and beliefs extinguished- it will resurface in a different meaning."
"Hah! Says who!? YOU!? Whether I had one is none of your business, everything you accused must be with a different person identical! So stop snooping, 'cause you know nothing about my past!" Mordred yells with finality, eyes derange and seclusion pronounces by a single tear. Then another.
And another.
And another.
Silencing the woman, listening to Mordred's words like it is her lifeline.
Silence consumes all, as well as Mordred's sobs and trembles. The woman- rooted from the spot tried to reach and brush the tears, but the burning gaze of the cub prevents it from happening . The older blonde once more, with that conflicted stare looks down upon their close feet.
'I…. do not foresee this… talk will escalate this way.' the blue gowned woman thought, enough to not sense the brunette a mere foot from them, but Mordred certainly does.
Yet out of option, the gowned blonde breaks the silence with a query of her own. "If you spoke the truth then, did you truly forget everything? …. Have you forgotten me, Mordred?..."
'I will not forget you for I have never met you before.' Mordred silently argued, listening to the solemn words of the older woman.
"…Have you forgotten your own 'father'? Have you forgotten Arturia Pendragon? Or do you prefer….. Arthur Pendragon?"
Like an automatic robot stolen of a power source, she went blank after those words came out.
"Don't fool me…" Mordred murmurs, glued to the spot- gnawing her tongue like a numb human, looking at her supposed to be 'father'- Arthur.
"I have no father." She proclaims, before she walk passed 'Arthur' and grab a hold of the brunette behind the woman, pulling Hakuno away from the uncomfortable scene…
While her senses are prickling from the phantom gaze of her 'father'.
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"Mordred." Hakuno gasps, steadying herself by the blonde's shoulder as the blonde mark her neck in anger- biting her like a dragon to its mate, securing her in between her body and a cold wall.
The bite is possessive but it did not hurt at all. The emotions though, rolling off on waves across the air concerns the brown haired girl the most, as it accompanied the tears drenching her white turtleneck.
"Mordred," she cooed, kissing the blonde's ear. "I'm here for you, whether you talk or not… just like old times."
Mordred merely nods and retracts her teeth to her skin, kissing the bruising part and nuzzling the brown locks passionately.
The two submits to a comfortable silence; tuck in a wide corridor devoid of any person roaming. The two are lock in an embrace, supporting one another in many ways than one, reminiscing about their past, the first time they met, the last time they fight, and the passionate night they had.
Their relationship that blooms in forgotten memories nourish into a wild bush tangled and strong, presenting their love and covering their hurting scars.
They will admit, they have so many flaws and holes within what makes them, 'them'.
They do not know their parents, which clearly affected the nurture seeking blonde.
They do not know how to trust, but one another until death will keep them apart.
They do not know how to express to other, but with a fleeting and short message they whispers at night.
They are the beacon and hope of the other, the guiding light and the road of their freedom.
Yet with their imperfectness comes the completeness when they are together, as an ally, friend or lover.
And this healthy relationship became the orbit of their existence, and the shelter and care they only needed to walk again to the depths of the living. Surviving, escaping death and running for the time.
And because of that, Mordred calms down in her arms- continually breathing to her neck- alive and well.
This serenity must be contagious… but serenity does not last with chaos around.
"Oh! There you are, little flower!"
"Mikon~ Husband~!"
Truly, it did not last to Hakuno's liking… as Nero and Tamamo appears within the intersection- seeing them in a romantic embrace with excited eyes and feral desires.
And Mordred?
'My headache's acting up.' Hakuno sighs, as she was abruptly released by Mordred, eyes focus to her prey…
"Alright, who the fuck is Nero to the two of you?" Mordred yelled in a sadistic roar, clearly protecting her lover to the offenders.
Rightfully claiming what is hers.