Author's Note: Shit. I overdid it. Hi guys, my reviews will be post to the next chapter, two days from now, alright?
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'Monster.' My mind cries, paralyzing my cognitive and reactive instinct to process the upcoming threat in front of me.
'Danger.' My soul screams, tugging the reconstructed and forgotten history directly into reality. The huge white hands acquainted with an exact white body and hair materializes in my property. Its humungous size and eerie murmurings dent the image of a Titan older than the gods and goddesses in myths is here, standing and threatening- the very embodiment of a fantastical beast.
'Fear.' My body weeps, trembling in fear, frozen in time while my systems breaks down in clusters and its functions clashing in tandem to the chaos around.
My blood runs cold.
My eyes won't blink.
My nose won't inhale.
My throat won't scream.
My arms went limp.
My stomach churns in.
My hands went numb.
My legs grew frozen.
And my feet won't step aback.
But even with all of these reactions of the body-
'She's... beautiful.' – My heart can't help but whisper inside of me. Putting the negative mindset aside, I graze the look of amazement in the Titan's body – or more specifically, Altera's humanoid form. Her vermilion eyes align with twinkling constellations and sparks, the symbols circling her body deficits sumptuousness and luminescence. Her hair, long and silver falls like a curtain of a theatre in heaven. Altera's splendor, the hidden flower the Umbral Star sent is breathtaking... And if parallel worlds exist with me as its center, I'll for sure guarantee that I will fall for this maiden in white.
But with all those magnificence comes the ugliness of her creation. She speaks and the earth trembles. She turns and the molecular substance in air will part in asunder. She will simply stand... and everything around her will wilt in hopeless creatures; scared and afraid... just like me.
No, it's nor her personally, it is because her very existence desolates elimination.
Destruction.
Death.
"Why..." I muttered, my heart bleeds in agony and my eyes tear up for the maiden in white. "How can such beauty be called the vanguard of our apocalypse?"
Why?
-STATtttiiiiiccc...-
"Why don't you want me to save you... Altera?" I asked the Vanguard, before her colossal hand bends down and seizes me.
Suffocating me.
Crushing me.
With Archimedes maniacal laugh at the background, gut- laughing his joy out.
-!?&!^)% &*$^(#^!-
I'm floating... far way down in a sea of cerulean, Zero and One as bubbles, light as deem as an obscured meadow...
I tried to blink and surprisingly, I did.
I move to inhale and most astoundingly, I can totally breathe.
I remember the first time I'm in this state... two years ago, in a cold hospital bed in my world.. Someone's calling for my name, yet I can't voice out my response... I can't even complain... My body is paralyze in this Sea... the pain of being here is nowhere to be found, the heavy mocking thump of my heart is silent, out for the calm. What is going on? Am I... in heaven?
But that's impossible. Heaven is described to be a paradise above, not far down below. Hell then? No, presumptuous as it is. I should be burning by now- the most sin I only done is by loving a person the same gender as mine, albeit it is not much as a sin for me... religious based perhaps... but I'm not into religion, and nay I believe in the two places a person can go to after their death.
Yet, with these thoughts in mind I saw how the world felt... compressing... at the same time, familiar. It seems like I've been here for so many times other than an actual dream.
Wait a minute... is this real? Or is this yet again, a dream?
I hug myself like a babe, a seeming confliction of reality gnawing in me. Then and there, my eyes will flick in every direction, to the eternal sea of blue around, seeming afraid- incompetent to be brave. Moreover, it seems my fall will not end, the time... seems unelaborate that I can't put into place. But then I hear the voices again- the thing I could not escape to, even my hands secure my ears to mute any sounds from entering. It speaks of ungodly words or demonic, like a rubbish talk of a program voice in a computer but static and deep- like a rumble of thunder in the storm. I could only wait for the end of this moment, where they taunt me to submit myself in my subconciousness, and close my eyes and think thoroughly.
... but what will I think about?
My lover?
Who am I truly?
... { Encode: Or my broken memories?}
Broken?
[Encode: My memories... when I was in Moon Cell.]
Moon Cell?
[Encode: A Serial Phantasm World, where the Holy Grail War of the future was held... I am the Victor... and my Servant is my lover.]
Victor? Servant? With all the questions I ask, the more I am overwhelmed with vertigo... before I knew it, rushed of voices amplify their tone, automaton and programmed. Like an Artificial Intelligence send in a far off Universe. I was engrossed by the voices... even though they spoke nonsense...
Or is it?
[Encode: Victor, the sole Master accessing the Moon Cell Core. Servant, Mordred Pendragon, wielder of Clarent... History: Knights of the Round Table, end the life of King of Knights. King of Moon Cell Capital- Camelot. Wielder of Regalia. Husband of Kishinami Hakuno.]
That does not sound right... but it seems not wrong also. It's surreal enough that I'm a Magus [Encode: Wizard]... a magic user, much less have a past worth ganging up the history of the world.
[Encode: Don't you believe it?]
Of course I don't.
[Encode; State your profile.]
I'm Hakuno Kishinami, 16 years old, a senior high schooler and in a relationship with Mordred Pendragon. Let's see... uh, a world jumper? A wizard who only knew a few Mystic Codes. I'm also a big fun of candies, sweets and mapo tofu, sincerely created by Father Kotomine. I dreamt.. of my little girlfriend too many times and just now, with a remain of the two percent crust of a dream I had with a titan Sephyr.. a form gouge in different universe. Anyway, I'm female, with a modern house living with my girlfriend... my childhood?
...
... I.. don't know. I can't even recall my life before my awakening at the hospital at my world. I... I don't even know how I can put my history on a lecture books. It's like... it's like all this time, something vital is missing... something important...
Something like...
"Something like a part of you?" I heard a voice whispering in the sea.
"!?" Without me knowing, the world blurs into complete darkness. The sky, walls and floors... all void of colors. Constricting as tight as a single hole.
-Static!-
Victor: Hakuno Kishinami. Initiating Scan... loading... COMPLETE.
Accessing internal systems... SYSTEM IN CRUCIAL RISK... REBOOTING... REBOOTING FAILED.
ATTEMPTING DEEP SCANNING... DIGITAL SYSTEM UNCOMFIRMED... FORMATTING DATA... WARNING: CORRUPTED DATA DETECTED...
CORRUPTED DATA CLEANSING... ALL CLEAR... WARNING: VICTOR; HAKUNO KISHINAMI SPIRITRON MOLECULES DIVERTED... CANNOT ACCESS SYTEM PROGRAMMING...
SEARCHING FOR MALFUNCTIONS... 75% IN RED... MISSING FUNCTIONS... [MIND, BODY, SOUL]... ACCESSING DATA [MEMORIES]... CHAOTIC... CRUCIAL PROBLEM DETECTED...
ATTEMPT DATA [MEMORIES] REPAIR... ATTEMPTED REPAIR FAILED... REATTEMPTING... !... ATTEMPT SUCCESSFUL... DATA [MEMORIES] IMPRINTING... LOADING... ACCESSIBLE... [HALF COMPLETE!]
LOADING... [MOON CELL HOLY GRAIL DATA]... ACCESIBLE... [SAKURA LABYRINTH DATA]... ACCESIBLE... [LIFE ON EARTH]... ! WARNING: DEEP INFECTED DATA... CLEANSING... ATTEMPT FAILED... [LIFE ON EARTH]... INACCESIBLE... ! –STATIC!- [MOON CELL PROTEC-!.?/":l22 #$%^&&&&&&!
SYSTEM SHUTTING DOWN... WARNING!... SY... TEM...
DDDOOoownnnn...
-STATIC!-
I moved and I find myself standing straight- mortifyingly glowing amidst the darkness, bare footed and wearing a sundress with a silver patterns in my collar part and sleeves? I discern that a silver ribbon is securing my lower back comfortably and a soft cloth wrap around my neck.. I process everything in and before I can blink, three figures emerge in the same place as I in, all female... wearing the same dress as I...
"And the same face as mine?" I whisper in surprise. The two, blue and red patterned share my expression with bewildered ones, but the black patterned brunette, merely gave an apologetic smile. With the same face, same feature and even the same breathing pattern, I knew they are me, and I am them. But it doesn't explain everything.
I'm not sure why, but I stretch my hand to another Hakuno Kishinami, wearing a white dress with black line and patterns adorning the supposed sleeves. She smiled at me, and together, we graze each other's hand with fleeting touches and assurance in the dark void we are in, together with the other Hakuno's wearing the same cloth but in different patterns of red and blue.
What's going on?
Four Hakuno Kishinami?
"Welcome, everyone. I'm hoping the operating data reach you before we enters this state?" The black patterned said. I'm not sure why, but I nod my head in affirmation.
"I'm very much confused right now, is this a dream?" the blue patterned Hakuno asked, sensing the lingering aforementioned place which sent chills down my spine.
"It is but a dream. What we see is but our consciousness. You may call it, A space of dimension. A room between universe and world: mind and matter. Time is undistinguishable: past, present and future are none but a sense of words to pronounce timelines of dimension. Minutes may be hours, seconds maybe millennia, or years may be days, this is a place of distortion; a place where there's no beginning or end." The black patterned Hakuno explains.
"But who are you all? Why are we here? Why am I here?" the red patterned Hakuno then asked,, she gave a short yelp, stumbling down next to me as I hurriedly support her side. She gave me a grateful nod, and together, we return to fix our stare to the black patterned.
"Well... how should I put this first..." she shakes in nervousness. Even though I can't see it in my own eyes, I know there's something bothering her to pause in the way she regard herself knowledgeable to the topic at hand. "... Would you believe me if I said we're technically the same person?"
Silence...
A blink...
Then there's my answer. "Well.. Everything is possible... right?" I mean, to tell the truth, I'm not surprise if some strange things come up again in my life. I already experience healing Mordred, world- jumping with her and meeting Servants with incredible powers... what is there to depute to? Me in four figures are completely mild than the first one I states... It is calming, believe or not- I can't quiet hide the... giddiness of knowing someone- even its technically myself experiencing everything I did.
"... That's one way to put down the surprise." The blue patterned sighs. "But how did that happened? I'm you and you're me... parallel worlds?"
"Or we could be the same person tear apart in four." The red patterned supply.
"That's impossible." Blue patterned Hakuno refute.
"Everything's possible, right?" I added, hiding a satisfied smile as the blue patterned Hakuno pouted in mock irritation. How can my face be cute is still out of the question-
Wait... did I just compliment myself?
"You're ganging up on me." She said, after she turns at black patterned Hakuno. "So how do you explain this?"
The black patterned Hakuno sighs, a sly smirk showing in her face. "Actually, we are four... all separated as Mind, Body, Soul, And Heart, formed out in emergency but we are One Hakuno Kishinami."
And just like that, we all but look at the black patterned Hakuno like she grows another head. Who wouldn't? If we are what she think of us, then how can we function independently and unconscious to every move of the remaining 'whole' until now?
"If you let me explain first before you all jump in conclusions, I would be grateful." She deadpanned. Oh.. okay, make sense. She then coughs in her hand, twirling it- a reminiscing habit of mine when I'm not in control of the situation. "First, what I said is true- no laminations or fabrications will happen here, because this is not only a place of distortion, it is also a place where lies cannot penetrate trough. You might say it is not, but I ask of you, even once when we're here, did you think of lying or saying out misunderstandings?"
We three shook are head in negative.
"Then, let's start dismantling the questions." She nodded to us all. "Why are we here? Honestly, it is because of me... the Body of Hakuno Kishinami. I gathered you here because of my situation- a grave one at that. We can say that my form is getting 'old' or 'infected' without you three- Blue Hakuno's the Soul, red's the Mind... and you.." she looks at me, truly gazing at me in wonder, a wide smile splitting her face in half.
".. You, the one that should not exist... the Heart."
I have no recollection of what she is talking about, but though it should bother me, it simply clarifies the thing she said without me knowing. It should be frustrating to be out of the loop, sure, but I sense not exasperation, but a genuine understanding of her reasons. Why? Why is that? Is it because I trust this person... whom is a part of the person named Kishinami Hakuno? Who am I truly? Just a tiny fraction of the so called Hakuno...
[Encode: Data accessible... data loaded... DATA CONFIRMED]
Ah, yes. That's it. This is the data Body is talking about or more specifically, my memories. I'm Hakuno Kishinami, once a Cyber Ghost in the Holy Grail War, a novice Wizard according to [Encode: Tohsaka Rin].I fought in the Holy Grail War as a spiritron hacker. I was one of the Masters who strived for the Moon Cell. I made a contract with a Servant, who fought for me. Okay, if I can remember that much now, what else can I remember? Who was my Servant... wait, no way!? It's Mordred? But-! But how did she become-! ... oh, that's it. I wished for it. I remember we fought all kinds of battles together. And... there is something I need to do, a drive burning in my chest.
'Protect S.E.R.A.P.H. Save Altera.' It says. But the message aside, I still have no memories of why we are tear apart. Putting that away for now...
"Woah... wait, what? What do you mean?" red patterned- no, the Mind reacted, showing a concern to my well- being.
"She should not exist, because she is part of a Body... me." Body said in a serious manner, silencing us again. "With the Soul, who holds Hakuno Kishinami's sense of reality and instinct- she can survive longer even without all of us into the .PH, with the overall structure of AI's and Wizards in the Moon Cell created with spiritrons- the chance to survive an eternity is impossible to none. Spiritrons- is mainly, the Soul of a human being from the world, so by far, the Soul holds reality, the main reason she thinks this is 'impossible', for she retain the instinct of a human that this... is not real."
"I'm totally agreeing to that," the Soul said, nodding in the statement. "So while the feeling of on air or floaty... must be because I don't have a container.. like a real body?"
"Correct. Soul holds reality and instinct, and so thus the Mind holds the passions and emotions of us all entirely, but with all she took, comes a price that she is all the most vulnerable. Memory loss and frequent migraines- you may call yourself an spiritron also, but without a soul to keep even a data intact, the Mind are but the information of the being called Hakuno Kishinami. She won't last for long if we don't hurry back to her. Yes, she may latch to a vessel... but it needs to be compatible- the same and mirrored, a single flow of decision must be in accord... if not, two things might happen: the Mind will long lost in the vessel's thoughts... or the vessel will be possessed by the Mind forever, obscuring the vessel's own thoughts and decisions."
"Tha.. that's terrible.. But that won't happen in a short notice..." Mind blinks, "Altera says so.."
We all look at the Mind: did she just say what I think she just said?!
"Altera?!" the Body, shocked at the revelation places her hands to her mouth. "You're with Altera!? But I thought-! Where is your location?"
"Just another dimension, away from troubles... why?"
"You- you get acquainted with the titan... wow, that's amazing!" the Body shouts... hold up, why does the Body's more emotional than the Mind? In fact, I'm having a bad feeling at this at all.
"Amazing? Not really, it's just normal for me. Titan? But Altera's a cute little girl..." The Mind proclaims, aligning her hands to her bosom for a short while, "Just this tall and soft. She's a good kid, saying that I'm her Prisoner.. but moreover, it's nothing to concern yourself for. Anyway, on with the explanation." She added, motioning with her hand in a rotation. The Body, pulling her acts together nodded in agreement to the short interruption.
"Ahem. So on with the Body. The Body holds the affinity and hostility of Hakuno Kishinami. I sense danger more than others, I have the body's function and the circuits created by the various battles of a whole Hakuno Kishinami. Say that I am the most human, but I do not have the urge of making decisions myself- that's the Hearts function, reasoning. I do not have the bonds of trust from the companions, unlike the Heart, who holds everything in. The Heart as I said, should not exist, but with Hakuno's Servant intervening the spell of Diversion, a piece of a molecule of the Heart, grips into the Regalia of her Servant- a promise ring of their journey on the Earth after the battle of Sakura Labyrinth.. but that's a story from another time. Anywho, with the creation of the Heart involve, my Body... or our body for that matter is but a container. It can't move on its own, just awaiting for its missing function to piece together. Void of emotions, reason. This consciousness you're talking to?" she points at herself.
"Are a message overlapping dimensions sent from the Moon Cell Core, a small data of what she knows- the Hakuno Kishinami from the farthest branch of parallel worlds. You might not recall your experiences after Sakura Labyrinth, just as the container out in the Throne, but do not worry, as long as you find each other, everything will fit in place."
Which reminds me... "What about my childhood? Is it with the Past you mentioned?" the three Hakuno looks at me sadly, a forlorn look in their faces "What?"
"Heart..." Soul sighs, reaching out to smooth my locks. "Even though I can't remember mostly everything, I knew I... you- the Heart, decided to buried and delete it in existence. There are memories the whole Hakuno Kishinami wanted to forget, because it's better to leave behind a past that will bring us down and all our ambitions."
"Simply put, it is a memory of how the world ends in front our eyes." The Body bluntly added, chuckling at my indescribable expression. "Year 2030, December 30, exactly 12' o clock- the China, North Korea and Russia launch nuclear missiles which dooms the Earth. United States of America? All out bombards the Asian continent without warning. Reason? Unidentified. Families behind? Harway and Romaniadiad."
But... but that's! How? The place is so serene and boring when we leave unwilling! Did we just truly see the old world that way to not regard the happenings in our surrounding? "That's like 40 days away before Mordred and I-!"
"... Was brought back in time? 18 years before 2030?"
"... How did you know?" flabbergasted, I choke on my words. Is this the power of 'seeing the future?'
Or is it just truly me this whole time, in another timeline?
"From the whole Hakuno Kishinami's data, of course."
"Intriguing... I never think of myself more than a novice Wizard but..." the Mind summarized, narrowing her eyes at the Body smiling so freely in front of me. "That's the way things are done. Speaking of, who is this Mordred?" she then asked me the question, yet as though she know the answer, the Soul pipes in- two brows raised in surprise.
"If I have the guts to be mad at you, I will absolutely say you have no right to be called Saber's Master. Or lover. Or Wife, for that matter."
Wait... what? Just as I think of the obvious reference to myself as Mordred's wife, the Soul continues.
"I can't say any details about how or when our relationship escalates, but I sure do know she's our Main Servant Saber. Typically known as the Berserk Saber, King of Moon Cell, a Knight in silver armor? Have you recognized her?" she asked the Mind, who pressed a hand to her head, thinking deeply until a hiss spreads out in the open.
"I... I can't remember... The name's familiar... but... but I can't put it into words..." the Mind whispers in pain, "... I think the toll is taking effect on me. The back of my brain seems paralyzed and frozen by time. But on second thought, if this... Mordred is our Servant, why is she with the Heart? I thought Servant's transferred automatically into the Throne of Heroes?"
"Hmm..." The Body ponders, crossing her arms in wonder. "To tell you the truth... the data did not know either. But she's for sure admitting that the Servant experienced a Diversion too... I just... don't know where they go yet."
"Let's say they're at least four Mordred also; Heart, Mind, Body and Soul. If I were to guess, the Heart is with the Heart, and the Others should be close to Others. Simple as that." Mind added.
"We can't be sure, but we need to see what we can get." Soul nodded in agreement.
"I understand this problem well, although I called us here for another reason, we need to actually help the Mind first and foremost. My problems aside, you cannot access the Throne without combining- so it is a must that you three find your way before the time elapse and I'll be no more. Heart, Soul- this is a request I may not be of help in a long run... but could you please hear a request send from the whole form of ours? A few forces had been moving in their own accord to help the Future World, sooner than the Heart expects you'll be acquainted, for they'll in the same dimension you are in. Now that it's settled..."
It's no problem. I will help the best I can. I may not be appropriate for smart missions in reality but-
"Would it be a bother to call you to the future?" the Body actually said it in flourish.
-Okay.. did I just here it right?
"Sure," Soul nodded. "I have a few companion whom take care of me after I woke up. They knew how to nag the Moon Cell and breakthrough systems. It won't be easy, but I'll try the best I can."
"Wait, hold on!" I protested, "Traversing to the future? I'm on Earth, I can't initiate hacks outside .PH remember?"
"Oh, you're right. Then I guess you have to ask the Organization in 2012... Chaldea, is it? Or you can just wait for the companions I spoke of, don't worry, they know how to tweak systems just right."
"Just who are they?" If I would guess right... no, that's impossible. "Is it Nero and Tamamo?"
"I'm sorry, what?" all three look at me in the dullest gaze.
"Uh... Nero and Tamamo?" I answer with the same bored look as them.
"Huh... so they survive the Deletion, huh." The Body sigh, smiling at the end. "Good to hear they are safe. However, no. They're not what I talk about... I know it sounds confusing... (with all the Saber faces).." she whispers the last bit with a frown. "... but you have to find four person named Altria, Jalter or Jeanne Alter, Jack the Ripper and Enkidu. That Organization is vast, but I know fate will lead you to-!"
-static!-
"Ah!" the Body quickly shudders in pain, bawling in her toes as we three scramble to get to her first. With her in circle, the sweat and her pale skin dreads us of the inevitable.
"Just what is the cost of this meeting?" Soul demanded, wiping the Body's sweaty brow.
"Ahaha... I'm sorry for asking you this.. to come here in a very undisputable time, I mean." the Hakuno I'm holding apologizes, but her serene smile do not waver, just like my determination to discover the truth did not.
"Don't worry about it for now, just end this here and get some rest. I met the 'Altria' you mention, it is my duty to continue this from now on.." I comforted, patting her head, just as the Soul and the Mind encircle us too, hugging each other in a dog pile- smiling... feeling complete and warm against one another.
"But how will I guide you? You're... you're the most uninformed-"
"I can handle it. Remember, I have companions to search- they know how to do the deeds in the future..."
"I wish I can give more assistance... but," the Body sighs, "There is nothing more than I can do. Making us all meet in this world between mind and matter requires all I stored for many weeks."
"Hey, don't sweat it," Soul giggles, nuzzling us like a kitten. "We're all in this together. Not everything is on our side, but I know..." she then looks at me, the Mind continues, affectionately looking at my orbs... "I know, from the bottom of my Heart everything will be fine. As long as we stick together.."
Yes, I knew how this will entail.. And thus, I finished our spoken words, both happy and determine to pull a stunt worth giving all the bet for...
"As long as we stick together... Hakuno Kishinami will not fall."
Hakuno groans, throwing out the blanket and sitting up. She grasps her erratically beating chest, scratching her nails at the skin to reduce its deafening thud taking her breath away.
She remembered! She remembered bits of her past!
"A memory.. It's real... it's so real..." Hakuno rasped, gripping her head with her unoccupied hand, pulling her hair in frantic, the same time her nails dig deeper in her chest. The spell binding memories emits a perspective that perfectly captivates the unstoppable information of her life. Hakuno beholds a memory not in the point of view where she's the inspector of such character, but the sublime miracle that she- herself, experience the memory within and out the confines of her real body. Moreover, she valiantly did not just replicate or enacted an assumption that it is her in that situation, because she- the person in the white bed's enlighten about who she is and the unimaginable truce she have with herself.
Yes. She is the Heart. The heart with a mission to bond all of the functions as one. She remembered the conversation thoroughly in the back of her mind. She must act quickly, time is running out.
"Hakuno?" her lover's voice rung in the cold room, as her feet unconsciously trail to the tone and place her hand at the door.
Mordred. Her Mordred's been with her all the time after all. Hakuno let a single tear fell from her eyes in happiness, ever thankful that her Saber is the one who receive the call. She wave her hand in front of her and the metallic door vanished in replace is a transparent mirror, where she saw how Mordred had pushed her forehead into the door, sighing in tiredness.
Oh her poor little lover. She silently kissed the door, directly to her girl's forehead in affection. She also recalls how the complete Mordred had act, contradicting to this free willed blonde of hers, but she loves her nonetheless. Nothing can change what she feels for her Mordred.
Then, the transparent view disappeared, the same time she heard a company approaching her lover. She does not know the reason of Mordred's drastic and perturbed actions the night before. Hakuno knows she passed out, true, and in the middle of her needs to booth, but she's more concern in the blonde's being than her desires. Besides, it's not like a very cold shower can't relieve the stress of her 'between'. And by the time she woke Mordred up, the young blonde's panicking like a headless chicken, doing this and that in a blur before situating herself at the hallway in front of their door, kneeling with her head bowed low on the ground. She pacifies the blonde, to come back inside and forget all that happened, but it seems to make her even more depressed, so Hakuno let her be. It's not like her stubbornness can win over Mordred's.
True, she's a bit sulky and pouty to her lover, but she cannot hold a grudge or a semblance of reason to throw the blonde herself. Mordred's just prone by harming her self and her pride by making things 'forgivable' and downright equal to her immorality. It's example is the barricade of pillow unobstructed by their agreement, and she can't detect if Mordred's just frisky or protective of her.
With that in mind, and an urge to eat a meal, she pushed the door of the closet, beholding clothes primarily white and black top wear and black fitted pants. She chose one black long sleeve, pants and stylish white clothing with two belts below and above the breast line and a single belt for the waistline.
A little disturbed and insulted by the two upper belts, Hakuno squeezed her breast in wonder...
'Can I pull it through?'
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How did it come up to this?
"Hakuno? I don't think this is enough, what should I do?" Mordred sleepily ask, blinking away her tiredness as her body genuflects in mercy out of their Private Room. She stares at the transparent window behind her, where the sun has rose to the gray sky in accordance to her somber spirit.
The redness and the bags in her eyes are visible, the result of her sweltering sentence to herself. Mordred's night progressed in a complete failure to soothe and receive forgiveness for passing out in a very treasurable moment of their relationship. And due to her uncool way of dodging the bullet, she forced her throat to eat her lover's deadly Mapo tofu flavoring to prevent napping in her mission, including the scarceness of a blanket to ward off the corridor's eerie coldness of air conditions. Moreover, the unbearable part of all is the subjection of her body to the punishment to cleanse her sin.
She knew her laps are bleeding for kneeling at the very start she all but push herself out, but she stand against it even if the blood circulation and function will adhere to future trials. Fortunately, or more than surprisingly, not a single soul has cross or passes the long and wide hallway she is knelt. One or two robots pass the other way; sure, but Mordred can't think of a good reason why everything's so... empty. Of course, her fatigue's a great source of her jumbled reasoning and while the waiting is getting on her nerves, she'll endure everything... Anything, to attain her goals...
However...
Sleep sounds a great idea right now. It whispers in her ears like a persistent mosquito, murmuring to lull her in obedience.
'Yeah.. sleep's great... maybe I can.. Nap just a little bit?' Mordred corruptly thought, her eyes drooping, promising to rest her mind for a little whi-
A groan.
Mordred tense like ford soldier, alert and straight to an upcoming intruder of her long greed siesta. Yet said intruder is not a personnel or stuff that she can literally punch in a blink of an eye. No. She would never do that to the interrupter, for that groan is coming from her beloved just a door away from her.
'No, no, no. Stay with me consciousness! Stay with me! The hell, I almost break my vow!' she jabbed her own insignificance after she place her arms at the door and slowly lean her ears to the cold metal.
"Hakuno?" she hopefully called the girl, trying to tell if the person she loves is still in her lively dreams or just plainly waking up from a weary and substandard escapade.
But no response came.
'Is she?... No, is she still asleep?' Mordred solemnly sighs, softly knocking to sight a clue to what the brunette is doing behind close door. "Hakuno? I won't get up unless you open the door, alright?" she repeats her inquiry yet again and met the same result.
If those from their world saw the full of pride, impatient, uncouth and disrespectful blonde right now, 'Odd.' is what they will depicts her behavior this instant. Always joining in a mob of gangs and coming out undefeated to the last minute of brawl, Mordred's reputation and status are no easy feat to accomplish by a mere wannabe of the Pendragon. She is known to be overconfident and foul- mouthed, and teachers and elders require a bait to keep the blonde moving to submit in their whims and initiate a good relationship with the badass asshole of Fuyuki.
Of course, a few have been entitled her 'friend', but this so called 'friends' knew nothing about how Mordred Pendragon's been placate by a certain brunette and hence, the incredible word of 'oddity' of her contemporary actions are simply... unexpected.
Mordred too, knew the two face of the same coin contradiction and accession of differentiation of her interaction to others and her lover. When she put it that way, her heart soared high with all the effort she place in her personality, even though it technically is inadequate, she could not refute that she set a good achievement of a very strong person ready to face the challenge head on without any gears to dull any injuries... but not with Hakuno though. No, she can never to that.
For she's her world.
Mordred has a weakness overshadowing everything she obtained, and that is the 'thing' she's feeling with her girl. She could take all the insults thrown by unworthy fool of a human, but a mere chastise of her beloved will put her in the lowest form dig underground. A plain jealousy and anger from the crowd is ignored from its very substance, but every tête-à-tête the brunette whispers are like the words of God for the little blonde.
'What's wrong with loving someone as greater as my goals or more so than all God's creatures?'
Yes, she's so whip.
Hence, the sensation of this 'love' is plastered in her brain. Simply put, rational thinking, expressing passion, reality, instinct, affinity and hostility notwithstanding, the words incapable to acknowledge without emotion are what entice Mordred for living. The body is the embodiment of affinity and hostility, the Soul holds the meaning of reality and instinct and the Mind grasp the passions and emotions of the human being, yet, even if the Mind are said to be the valuable because it has all everything what a person can be called quality of a human, the Heart- which holds bonds and overall reasoning - controls everything the three in its weak tiny little beats. Heart over Mind- Hakuno over her life, it is what it is- there's no further explanation she can identify to explain what wrought her to take a step every day in her life.
"Hakuno?" And with her explanation ending in a soft jazz music, so thus Mordred's internal self-indulgent and self- hatred. And at last, she is met with a rustle of blankets at inside the confines of the wall. Nevertheless, before the person inside can respond to the call, the real intruders appears in a form of a familiar blonde woman and a new girl with blonde hair braided to its tips wearing a casual white backed open shirt and purple skirt with purple stockings. And in that same kneeling pitying positon did Arturia and her companion, Jeanne D' Arc saw the young blonde, arms crossed to her clothed chest with a sulky look in her tired and dozy face.
"Mordred? Is that you?" Jeanne asked, confused: taking the first step in a conversation Arturia will likely turn into an awkward session.
"Hm?" Mordred tilts her head in Jeanne's direction, curious and questioning, with the thought 'Here we go again, another person who knows my name.' swirling in the swimming mind of Mordred. "Yes?" she continues.
"What are you doing here?" Jeanne worriedly asks, gripping one single hand into a fist to her chest.
"Kneeling obviously," Mordred sighs, with no energy to spare a great backlash or mirage of impatience. She sadly stares at the door, surprising the spectators due to the undistinguishable expression of a certain emotion. However, her words are mere wave of the ocean sea...
"My girlfriend stopped me but I shut myself out in our room and I made a terrible mistake last night, so I'm kneeling for penance to my actions." ... While her latest words bring out the tsunami.
With that spoken in a soft and whining voice, deafening silence ensues. Mordred's not in a mood to be a rebel so she gradually answers the question with all honesty, praying that her lover will hear her voice and give her the long awaited sweet forgiveness.
One.
Two.
Three.
Three long minutes passes and still, the two individual did not even make a sound.
Mordred, irritated and curious at the flabbergasted look of the two people, cutely tilt her head to the side. "What? Did I say something worth being stunned for?"
Oh, if only she knew.
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Surprises are neutrally acknowledged by Arturia. During her reign, surprise attacks, assassination and bandits are scoured upon. The seas for the matter are acknowledged as a waste rather than a beautiful place to relax and forget wars and upcoming conflicts. She also takes everything with her mask of kingly persona. And there she say, no one can shock the King of the Knights at all, except the existence of her child she rejected because of her incapability to see the people's emotion, as well as her own son's wishful simple goal. But now, surprises are mostly good, especially in a form of food, companion and celebration in Chaldea. And Arturia accepts it whole- heartedly, since it will fill the hollow void of her tummy.
However... this... this surprise have frozen and shock her entire being.
Truly, it overboard Mordred's actual denial and rejection yesterday morning which stings until now... because whatever plan Arturia might wrap to digest the word in, she could not fathom to do it without humiliating her own esteem.
"What? Are you just going to stand there all day and watch me all the time?" her son prompted yet again, albeit wearily to Jeanne.
"G- girlfriend?" She actually did it! She actually shamelessly stammers out the word!
"Oh... it's you again." Ouch, Arturia cringe at the pain. After all, the moment she's standing there, Mordred did definitely not see her presence.
"... You have a lover?" the King asked again, composing her voice, for her mind and heart is pulsing and running quite in haste.
"Yeah, totally said it right. Hakuno Kishinami's her name." Her son huffs in sadness, pinching her nose in... dizziness?
"Hakuno?" the Maid of Orleans venomously- calmly pipes up, clenching her fist so tight Arturia's concern the cloth in her chest will tear apart. "Is she a new employee? A Servant? Master?"
"Nope, nope and no. Who do you think she is, some kind of a petty worker?"
"I only like to know what her status in Chaldea is-"
"Possible Master Candidate- Romani said so, Unemployed. Guest. Surprise Visitor. Just got in a few days ago."
At Mordred's response, Arturia slightly grit her teeth in annoyance. Why would her son defend the propriety of such lover? She too, wanted to ask who the individual is, to question about the circumstances of her own son's well- being. To simply graze the face of the paramour her son pompously pronounces.
"Did she make you do this heinous act?" Jeanne continued, maintaining eye contact with the tired blonde. Mordred sniffles at the Maid of Orleans, displease coating her speech. "Don't be ridiculous. Hakuno can't hurt a fly much less orders me around unless she's really mad- which is I tell you, once in a blue moon happens."
"But why-!"
"I do this to myself." The young blonde cracks, conspicuous to the amethyst eyed girl. "I'm mistreating myself since I discern Hakuno will not be wrathful. By doing this, then I can discipline myself and remind me of my gaffes Hakuno will never have the guts to point it out."
"And what will you gain in return?" Jeanne complains, an angry brush of irritation trace its way in her soft and lovely voice.-
"Nothing." The answer, fast and resolute, punches Jeanne hard in complete halt. Mordred says it, without a pause to think her answer through... just a simple truth, directly in reality purchase in conundrum.
"N-nothing?"
"Ugh.. yes, it's nothing.." the young blonde growled in frustration. "Hakuno did say it and I'm positive she'll say it again, 'there's nothing to forgive'. I just did this for nothing, but it is the least that I could do..."
"This Hakuno... what does she look like?" Arturia intervenes, stopping the argument on hold, grateful that her voice has reached the ears of her son, tiredly munching her cheeks in a worrisome thought. 'What could her thoughts be?' the King rumored.
"... Nothing much... brown hair, brown eyes.. You know, 5' 3 in height, quiet and plain.. the same goes with her personality, I guess."
"Truly?" she raise a brow- not much mocking, but surprise is there none the less- hiding the fact that Jeanne went quiet in veto, bangs covering her brimming eyes. "To ascertain your... lady friend in a dismal fashion is..."
"What? It's not like I'm good at explaining stuffs..." Mordred shrug her shoulders in defeat. Until one long pause happens, and she take a breath of defeat- leering in an.. Embarrass manner, to the blonde in blue. "..Uh.. About the other day..."
And like that, Arturia tense up. The kneeling blonde looks down at Arturia's clothed feet, discerning a short bow of apology, stunning the standing duo the second time around. ".. I uh.. I want to apologize..."
"...!?"
"I'm kind of in a bad mood yesterday, and Hakuno made me realize how awful I reacted ..." she scratches her head in nervousness, peeking out like a puppy, staring at the ocean green. "So... yeah, I'm sorry."
Arturia, touch and exultant at the warm feeling of her cub's gaze, slips a calm and understanding smile on her face. Uncertain and shaky, she slid a hand at the young blonde's head, softly patting it and happily indulging the way how Mordred pressed her head even further in her palm.
"You need not apologize of your actions, I, myself have fault on my own." Arturia softly responds, the kindred apology of her son warms her heart and fills her with surprising happiness. One born out of her love to her son... Or is it the 'Papa' genes, perhaps?
"Still... it's not right to talk to elders."
"Un.." the King agreed. "It is, but you must not forget what you done, for it is full of supple lessons you must keep." Mordred chuckles but once more revert back into her solemn self.
"Yesterday... talking about 'parents' and family stuffs made me wish for something I lack... dad and mom, I mean." She whispers, unnoticing how Arturia stopped her ministration, as the pinch of pain settles in again in her system.
"But..." the King interrupted, challenging herself to take her fear head on. "But here I am..." she almost whimpered, catching Mordred off guard.
"No! I mean, real parents... Miss Arturia. The one who cares and support their children financially, physically and emotionally? That's them." The young blonde explains, like a child trying to teach her parent of what she understands.
"I.. Am... Am I not good to be one?" Quickly being disconsolate, Arturia turns gloomy, wilting like a grass in the heat of how the blatant words subdue her earlier delight.
"No! You got it all wrong!" the son complains, pulling her head in different direction. "What I mean is-!"
"We're not from this world."
"!?"
"Ah!?" the two Servants tensed up, readying their muscles in flash, almost calling for their weapons at the rigid and fluid voice when-
"H- Hakuno!" Mordred happily stutters, hugs the legs in front of her, squeezing the limb so tight the owner stumbled back. Dressed in a formal female Chaldean Uniform, the average height and simple looking girl stepped out the room Arturia's son is facing, a bored yet innocent face greeted the Servants on hold.
'This.. is Mordred's lover?' the King and The Maid of Orleans could not help but thought.
Normal.
Common.
A girl with no good attributes to be reminded for quite a long time. Her feature looks refine yet undistinguishable, a common folk to both their timeline. Her height holds no quality to accurately be compromised as beautiful and so thus her brown wavy hair. However, they both knew not to judge a person by their physical appearance provided by reality, especially if they behold one superfluous thing about the girl.
Her eyes.
It's not the eyes of a naïve girl living in a subjugating or peaceful life. No. It is the eyes with experience.
It is the eyes who knew pain.
It is the eyes of a ruler, forevermore buried in the brown eyes covering the sacred secret to the world.
"Mordred." The brown haired girl sighs, confused although frowning when she saw the state the young blonde is in. "What are you doing? You look like you didn't sleep."
"Yes!" Mordred nods, a blaze of firmness in her gaze, looking at 'Hakuno' with such pitiful expression, Arturia cannot help but feel resentful to the girl.
"Yes?" Hakuno dubiously asked, hoisting Mordred up, only to realize the bleeding knees and blood smudge floor. "Mordred, what did you do all this time?" the surprising wintry breeze behind the voice is almost chilling. Arturia knew that voice before, from the recess past of her form- Guinevere's voice echoes, just like how she was in recovery of her deathma. It's neither commanding like a ruler nor angry like a mother, but lace with worry like a true lover... shame Guinevere use that voice to another.
"M-mostly kneeling?" Mordred blink, trying to testify her mind if she's answering correctly. "Trying not to fall asleep with your favorite flavoring? And.. Uh, singing looping 'Philippine Anthem'?"
"Philippine Anthem? You knew it's illegal." The brunette stares her down.
"I know, but I just felt like it?"
"Mordred.." a soft warning, and there and there, Mordred turns even more cuter- crumbling in the smoldering blankness of Hakuno's gaze.
"I uh... find it adequate for my repentance?"
"I told you it's fine, right?"
"But I messed up our night!"
"You did not."
"Of course I did!" the two lovers humor back and forth, engrossed to their passionate disagreement to realize the Servants frozen and undetermined facial reactions. Nonetheless, the King's mind is focused in the matter of how Mordred's lover replied to her previous question.
"From... another world?" The King could only mutter, raising questions bigger than answers.
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Jeanne D' Arc, the Saint of New Orleans is painfully watching, listening and absorbing the incapacitating pain of seeing her love interest be taken away in her very own eyes. Summoned as the second Ruler in Fate/ Apocrypha war with a vessel Laetecia- who fell in love with the homunculus Sieg, Jeanne- who by far- mixed her feeligs in her duty, created a forbidden bond and relationship to the Knight of Treachery.
At first, their relationship was of that Servant and superior leader which give orders to stabilize the flow of such Holy Grail War. Depositing everything in making Sieg safe and prioritizing the defeat of the rogue Servants of the past Holy Grail, Jeanne did not realize when or how her infatuation came to be... so much more. Saber Mordred is a rare and powerful Servant, a trump card competing with the aces. She holds the Knight close and attended, though how Mordred and her Master stole the Grail is still a mystery to her- she finds the Knight's actions to be juvenile and endearing, bursting out in excitement or yelling out her proclamation and anger. Truly, she finds the treasonous Knight quite amusing to behold, and not a day had come that she do not see the blonde, albeit lesser than Laetecia wants to be with Sieg.
Then, a night in a beautiful field happened.
It was a night full of stars shinning and twinkling atop the dark and elysian sky, with a bright moon that do not lessen the quality of the night's glittering glamour. The clouds intertwining in the far side of the mountain ranges create a mirage of calm blues reflecting the shine of the moon, out and about the Yggdmillennia castle, the temporary base of their group. Jeanne walked at the valley of literally lightening, shining, and sparkling flowers of various colors, creating a heavenly sight which calms her heart at such time. Some of the small mana implant flowers float like helium based firefly if touched or grazed by her white sundress, straight to the sky following the blow of the wind. She is in bliss, happy and once more, she felt so free.
Not like her life as a farm girl whom is blessed by the God's objective and message, not a ruler or a soldier accompanying a war full of dread nor a Servant summoned just so the Grail will be delivered in succession at the very end.
No.
She's just Jeanne D' Arc. A girl with blonde hair and an innocent smile, laughing to her hearts content.
And then there's Mordred, sitting in the field of flowers, looking at the sky in amazement, with a goofy smile on her face. Jeanne thought her happiness will end back then, for a Servant who clearly knows her in the most vulnerable form.
It ended, at least, not yet: as Mordred did saw her not to berate her for interrupting her alone time, but to simply beckon Jeanne on her side, with the same innocent and dazzling smile mirroring.
"Oi, Jeanne! Come here and look! There's a fallen stars!"
Not booby lady Mordred always insults her.
Not ruler who leads their group against Shirou.
Not Saint angrily spat by the sinner.
But Jeanne... Just Jeanne. No insult, no authority involved. And Jeanne ought to experience the first beat for the blonde in that beautiful meadow.
And that single beat increases in number the more they are alone together. There's the time where she was given a fair half of the Knight's food- a first ever seen person to be given willingly by the rowdy Knight without remorse or any debt to be paid. Mordred just... gave her a fill to eat, stunning even her Master Kairi to the jiffies incredulity.
She all recalls how Mordred convince her to play with the orphans even if they have no time to dawdle and make room amidst the search for Jack the Ripper.. but they did so anyway, just so to see the joyful and honest laughs of the Knight of Treachery, not some curse words in a cocky grin or smirk. She remembers how she was mummified in paralyzed fear as the Knight walks bare as she was born to the meeting with the 'no- care' demeanor on her steed, supporting the roughish snicker, and the run on how she lectures the blonde with her trusted sword.
Then there's the time at the same beautiful night and wondrous meadow behind the castle atop a hill, where Mordred embarrassedly offer to dance Jeanne in preparation to Laetecia's date to Sieg the upcoming day. She still recalls the warmth of Mordred's callous but soft hands, the cool and minty breathe of a humming blonde, and the shining eyes focused at her own, warm, strong, powerful... and so loveable. That is the time Jeanne knows she's in a very complicated situation, where her vessel desires Sieg's contact while her- the Ruler of the Grail calls for Mordred's heart.
Gender is no matter for Jeanne, since the world they are in are not accurate and holds flaws of genders of the heroes and legends, so she knows not if Mordred truly is a girl or not. But problems identified at such a short notice, Jeanne sacrifices her own happiness and gave Laetecia the free reign to her relationship.
Her reason?
They are servants, and Servants cannot last in that timeline... yet the vessel and the homunculus can... albeit it doesn't lessen the pain of the withdrawal to the infatuation.
Then the time came where even her, lose hope to the battle between their group and Shirou's, crumbling their Servants into a wreckage, in no condition to fight and trudge in continuation. With that, they painfully admitted retreat... but not defeat.
They brainstorm and planned, but that too, are fruitless and close to suicide, succumbing her in stress and close to tears. She almost give up, just a single step into the line of subjection... when Mordred came up and holds her hand, taking her to the town... straight to an abandoned and unoccupied Church. Saber Mordred all but push her inside, frowning and disappointedly glowering at her depressing face-
"Pray," she told Jeanne with such trust the Saint could only be breathless. "Pray.." Saber Mordred continues.
"Pray to your God to guide us to victory. Pray to your God, for He is our only chance we have."
And that was the time Jeanne absolutely realizes her love to the blonde. Hence, she pray like Saber Mordred told her to, crying, pleading to her Lord with all her heart, which results to their impossible success, ending Shirou Kotomine's salvation, the Hanging Babylon's function, as well as the Servants who joins their force... including the Knight she adored, saving her life and the homunculus Sieg, breaking her heart into shards and pieces.
But like the heroes of every story, Saber Mordred's final words rang true...
"Heh, Gosh. Sooner or later you'll crumble, Jeanne. Try not to end up like a whining baby, alright? Second chances are made just for people like you."
The chance to confess her growing love was gone- swipe away by fate.
She's devastated, sad and mourning, for she did not properly say a goodbye to the Knight..
Just a simple 'good luck'.. Nothing more, nothing less. She all but return to the Throne of Heroes with heavy heart, and the tears overcoming her thick self- defense. But thankfully, Jeanne's prayer was heard again as she was summoned in Chaldea, to fight the evil forces trying to exterminate the Humanity, where she met Mordred again: wild, immature and charming, but oh so preciously alive. She waste no time clinging to Mordred again, following and joining in the blonde's racket over and over again. They are happy, like children at the field of flowers once more- innocent and blissfully unaware- so close in expressing their love... so close to drew each other's breathes and kiss at the beautiful sky alight with Columbus clouds above... At least, that should have happened if not Mordred drew back and convulse in pain at the ground.
She scream in agony, the tongue of a hellish fire burning Mordred's body from her head down to her toes, alike how Jeanne's flesh burn in the cross. The mash of flesh are still sticking out the confines of a nightmare while she nurse the unconscious blonde. She did all she can to help the Masters in acquiring cure for Mordred and acquired it, she did.
However, Mordred had become so distant and off character lately, with a tendency to lash out or surprisingly, hide with the swiftness of an Assassin. Not only her, but Jack the Ripper, the Avenger: Jeanne Alter and Altria have the exact predisposition of characters, isolating them from the others. She converse less with the Saint and time slows down too much and Jeanne find herself searching for the blonde. And now, with the aid of the King of Knights who by far witnessed and experience talking to the appearing Mordred circulating in Chaldea, they discovered the blonde in all night dash of labyrinths till this moment, awaiting her 'girlfriend'. Moreover, what bothers Jeanne the most is the almost nonexistent power hardly in presence of the Saber, as if her whole nature have become that of a human.
No. It's not it. Is it because of her lover? Jeanne knew the implication of 'last night' and what should be set aside , so anyone who knew her adoration to the blonde also knew the pain she is in, especially if two suspects are doing stuffs she dreamed of doing with Mordred.
A very reason- eating emotion crept up in her heart.
Jealousy.
She's absolutely jealous of the brunette.
"Jeanne." Arturia warned, but she ignored it to pull the surprising light blonde away from the brunette, cold and menacing, challenging.
"Hey! What are you-" Mordred protested, finding her center of gravity.
"Since an argument would be inappropriate to start a wonderful morning, why don't we partake in delicious breakfast at the cafeteria, hm?"
"... Cafeteria?" the brunette blinks her confusion, looking at the blonde in confirmation. "Are you hungry, Mordred?"
"Food sounds good..." Mordred sighs, suspiciously humming her uncomfortable position of where she is pressed into before pulling out of Jeanne's embrace to support herself to the wall. "... but I rather sleep, right now."
"...You'll trade food over a time to slumber?" Arturia asked, dumbfounded. All of the Servants can testify the hereditary trait of the Pendragon when it comes to eating like an army in visage of a bounty feast.
"Well, yeah? Eating is my hobby, but sleep is a top prior- Augh! Hakuno!" Modred whines, after her statement was cut off by her lover with a pinch of her cheeks sideways.
"If only you stay like I told you last night."
"Oh come on now, my pride's on the line, Hakuno!"
"Eat before you sleep."
"Eh? Why? It's not like I'm-" a stomach growls astoundingly loud. "Hun... gry...?" the three blondes- surprise, confused and neutral- looks at one another, before their piercing gaze fall at the blushing brunette as another growl permits the place.
Like a lightbulb, Mordred gaze down at Hakuno's tummy, all but pleading everyone to give it a semblance of piece to consume. "Uh... eat?" Mordred foolishly snickers, pinching Hakuno's stomach playfully.
"... Eat." Hakuno stoically huffs, nodding at the offering Jeanne.
"But first... Mordred, let me heal your knees."
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In a night undisputed by time at the once beautiful Fuyuki City, a flame lit the skies and fields in a blazing red inferno, as the cries of children and the weeping of mothers penetrates the once peaceful day of a sacred place. The building, tall and mighty, crumbles into dust by the metallic birds crashing and dropping explosives from different nations.
In that day at the end of year 2030, the world is in full pandemonium. Human turns their back to each other. Powerful families declaring wars from one another. Government system and laws are drag to the grave since as no people care's to be civil and bends to the rules.
Famine is worse as of poverty.
Killings are the most common cause of death.
Pollution has become a mass effect that destroys nature.
Torture... is the easiest way to die.
The forest wilts until they run dry. The once breathtaking blue and beautiful sea had become a trash of poison killing underwater creatures. With an intoxicating air inside, the Earth's natural barrier collapse under the pressure, dismantled by the sun's ever growing heat and Earth's slowly incapacitating nature. Average people are forced to drink their sweat, feed their children with their blood, and tolerate the cancerous effect of the glowing ball of light.
Survival of the fittest.
If you're strong, you'll live and if you're weak... you'll die.
That is reality.
That's the way of life.
Those families in the lowest part below the richest or influence will not see a future or will they breed for the next generation. And with this revelation, two opposing groups known as the Harway and the Freedom Fighters bend the world as their battleground, taking everything with them from the dust, or sacrificing others for the good of many.
The world... Is not a place for living beings anymore... so a new family discovers the impossible miracle and a new habitant for humans to survive the apocalypse of their race... the habitant called the Moon.
The Harway family, the most influential people in the world made a trip to the Moon where they find a place of serial phantasm- a virtual world which can sustain both digital and reality with its system: a system desired by them...
The System of the Holy Grail: a way to obtain the Moon Cell Core or more specifically, The Eye of the God.
They are in a journey to acquire it, to wish for humanity's salvation under their rule... but humans have their own decisions, choices and free will.
And so Freedom Fighters are created, led by Mages and terrorists in different ranks and expertise controlled by three families: Tohsaka, Emiya and Einzbern.
Their motto?
"It's better to live in misery than be the puppets of the impossible and senseless reverie."
Yes, they defy the rules of their own choosing- known as One but branch out in a clustered formation of rebellion to the Harway's. Einzbern are against Harway's usage of ancient mage craft mixing with technological development to provide a new life form with both knowledge of full blood ancient magic and advance millennial technological games as weapons to start a war. Emiya's- a family reaching for justice for the people are against the Harway's brutal experiments to commoners and kin to perfectly creates One True Leader which will aid everything in salvation. And Tohsaka... completely and devastatingly rejected the overall explanation of Harway's ambition; a peaceful earth under the reign of their famiy, like how God rules the Garden of Eden.
But for Tohsaka Rin- the fourteen year old Head of her family knew Adam and Eve- the dwellers of such Garden have break into the oblivious peace due to prompting. And that is what she'll do- to the people hoping for that belief. Her hatred to the Harway, did not root into how they kill her Father and Mother in front of her own little eyes- No.
Her complete reason?
"There's no peace without chaos, there's no salvation without sacrifices, no light without darkness, no leaders without subjects and no good wishes without bad effects. So a false dream without sadness and remorse is laughable! Peace you say? You are no God to prevent a rule imprinted in human nature, and we are not your creations to abide in your somnolence theatrical drama created by your ambition!" proclaimed the heiress, mocking the Harway once.
And thus, war do not end. The sky bleed ashes and the world is covered in dread. The neutral group despairs and forced to be the shadows- silent, untouchable and untraceable in darkness with no sense of objective to survive the catastrophe... but with just one human instinct guiding them in both fear and resilience: dead by the light and the harbinger of death.
"We want to live."
Hence, when the time came the shadows are seen by the light [Harway], they are eradicated and experimented in the most gruesome and inhumane way possible, for 'heavenly and good' purposes of the world. Thankfully, Freedom Fighters saved the future generations: children and teenagers at the age of 18 and below. And with an adaptability in the lowest point below zero to the harsh climate of Earth, many died and the surviving few had been put to a coma: capsulated, without a cure to awaken them, except one man named Twice Pieceman who unfortunately been killed during a siege of bases.
The Eye of the God, silent and observing, saw the extinction of human race in a mere millennial it is watching the human culture grow and flourish- until it come up to this moment of total destruction of the planet. With a small part of it functioning as the human observer or more importantly, an embodiment of humanity itself- the Moon Cell act on accord in preserving the race for its own- creating a world of serial phantasm based on Earth, copying the landscapes and functions of the Earth... and activated a War of the Century, to access its Core by a mere person- to absorb the best of the best... and reward a grand wish.
Of course, by hearing the message from the Eye of the God at the year 2032, Wizards, Magi, Hackers and riches all over the world grasp the chance of attaining the hope of their needs. However, Moon Cell do not side living nor non- living creatures, hence, the brain- dead and the dead spirits known as Cyber Ghosts are also accepted, at a cost that their virtual body pact with molecules named spiritrons will be cleared off of imperfections, 'if' they won the Grail.
One such Cyber Ghost, Hakuno Kishinami, enters the bloody battle with no memories of how she gets in... or who she really is for that matter. With no recollection whatsoever, she still persevere and retain her want to actually 'live'. Blessed by a powerful Servant, she survives and fought with all she lacks, between enemies and friends... potential lovers and best friends.
The Freedom Fighters bowed down in her brilliance. Even the heir of the Harway: Leonardo- the future King of the world was mesmerized, outshone by a mere cyber ghost who learns what she is, but still, she walks forward with shine and beauty of the soul blinding even those who are dead- overcoming obstacles and finally... attaining her wish.
A selfless wish for the humanity to be saved.
Not like the Freedom Fighters who wants to have their own will amidst the short- life on Earth in misery... nor it is like the Harway's goal to bring peace to the world in their shoulders, burdening themselves with responsibility and fame.
No.
She merely wanted how things are always been before. She wanted to bring back the past where family can eat three times a day without any worries about their lives in Erebus' lair.
She wanted to bring the civilization where people are far from senseless squabble, cooperating out of pure choice and will.
She wanted to bring the days where children are free to play in the green scenery with their father's in tow, and mother's talking about their long awaited education and interviews.
And she only wanted... her Servant to live a life of her own choice. Free from expectations. Free from duty... and free from the humiliation of her birth. To just be human and enjoy the world she is living in. But her journey did not end at the year 2032... No. Because 10 years after her wish was granted, it is surprisingly altered by a forgotten prophecy.
A few might know it.. No, The Moon Cell assures the owner of the Regalia- the Organization in the year 2012, had met the prophecy in a RayShift adventures and Singularity.
A prophecy older than the Epic of Gilgamesh, King of Uruk, older than the gods and goddesses roaming the Earth.. Yes, the White Titan of the Roman Singularity, is what is recorded in the past.
The maiden in white: Sephyr. A titan which do not die, but will respawn over and over again for thousand years to destroy.
In 2043, a Zero Dark dimension have been identified buried and initiating its own system inside the Moon- where the Vanguard of the Umbral Star sleeps- corrupting S.E.R.A.P.H, gaining allies of the highest caliber... including the System Operator... Archimedes.
The tainted Archimedes led the Regalia owner-Hakuno Kishinami into a trap, earning the gentle Master's trust and unleashing the White Titan in the capital of her Servant, in place called Camelot. And with Regalia in hand, Hakuno splits herself into four: the Body, Mind, Soul and Heart... so she can warn us... from the past...
"Of the upcoming danger not only in S.E.R.A.P.H..." Romani murmured, but was immediately plunge back into reality as Saber Mordred grunted in his unidentified expression. They are all in the Command Room, whispering words to not disturbed the employees on active jobs, while Romani braze himself at his chair and Saber Mordred along with companions are leaning on the far wall, relax and unperturbed.
"Believe it or not, that's my-... No," Saber Mordred shakes her head, "The Mind's story. Everything about the future is accompanied by her Generals in battle, they too, knew the ordeal they must went through. So by skipping stone and breaking bones, she is mixed up in this body of mine."
"Generals..." Romani huffs, sitting down at his seat, directly behind the control panels and employers, absorb in the imperial codex of data connected to the functions and buzzles of the Singularity. "This Generals you spoke to, are the Servants beside you perhaps?"
Saber Mordred confusedly look at side to side, from King Mordred's father, to cookie eating Jack and at last, to Jeanne Alter, silently watching her with unamused scowl in her face, doubling Saber Mordred's confusion with cuteness.. but a sly remark in his obliviousness. "Are you nuts?" she then asked. "Of course they are! Why would I invite the uninvolved rascals in here? Do you want to them to know the fraction of their future?"
Altria barely hid a smirk at her daughter's blunt attitude.
"I do not see the point in your argument," the figure head said, earning an angry growl from alter Jeanne. "You reveal secrets to me so Chaldea can help in the dilemma of the Moon Cell, in extension to that are the Servants engaging in the actual missions unscarred to what might disable their strength. So why must you hide it for a few trusted friends?"
"Because, we know not who to trust, Romani." Jeanne Alter's hoarse and cold voice silences the repartee, straight ahead honest to her words. "You might think it would be wise but what we don't tell you are whom we fought in there."
"I recall you are summoned in the Capital of Mordred as Generals, and so I conclude you do not join the Holy Grail in what Mordred-"
"The Mind." Saber Mordred interjected, tapping her head patiently.
Romani sighs, but proceed anyway. "... In what the Mindsaid as Fate/ Extra escapades."
"Oh, we did." now it's Altria's turn to chime in, holding her chin in a professional manner. "We fought gallantly, with Master's I deem not worthy to know their name. We inflict upon heartwarming battles of course, but such things are gone to waste when said Master, commands me to kill myself for a petty affair of her 4th challenger."
"Umhmm! Me too! Me too~" Jack jumps up and down, giggling like a little child she is. "But instead of Master commanding me, I killed him too! Such a waste~ I like how he feed me with fresh limbs, yum yum!"
"Hmm... then what about Jeanne Alter?" Romani urged, but back down as the Avenger hiss at him, annoyed.
"I made it until the 6th round. Got acquainted with Master Hakuno sometimes, and then I was defeated by Leonardo Harway and his Servant, Gawain." She then said. "But we did not actually say those we fought in the Holy Grail, Romani. We meant the other Generals of the white titan, Sephyr."
"She has one?"
"Not one, but three." The Avenger corrected, raising three fingers to enumerate. "Jeanne D' Arc, Iskandar... and the vilest man, Gilgamesh."
"Oh dear," the figure head released a very agitated huffs, patting his ever raising heart in nervousness, his sweat trickling down his brow. "What in a world have happen into our future generations..." he solemnly murmured to himself in misery, digesting everything he condone when suddenly-
"Sir! General and Frontier's directing an immediate retreat! Repeat! The Masters are directing an emergency retreat!" an employee shouted out in alarm. Romani turned in instant, a gravely pale complexion greeting the guides.
"Huh!? Why!?"
"Servant Archer Gilgamesh and Enemy Servant Gilgamesh are using Ea, Sir!"
"What!? Hold on! What are they talking about!?" Romani cries out. Then, the communication link lit up, with Gudao and Gudako's face plastered in horror, as well as the remaining conscious Servants with a skin rivaling the snow in the harsh winter for all in the base to see.
"IT MEANS THEY'RE SLICING THE WORLD IN HALF AGAIN SIR!"
"WHAT!?" Just as he said that, the communication link went off, dooming them all. "Fudge!" he cussed.
"Sir?"
"Caules! Reboot the communication system in thirty seconds!"
"Roger!"
"Edna, try and see if the problems connected to the Generators!"
"Understood!"
"Kaimi, are the Masters body function stable!?"
"Master [codename:] 'General' is stabilizing, Sir. Master [codename:] Frontier's cardiac points are increasing in 0. 65 nanoseconds! Initializing internal scanning... All clear!"
"Good! Now Peter, access the Mana Room, double the transfer in 80%!"
"But Sir! Increasing the mana transfer will result in-!"
"It won't happen!" Romani yells, slamming his hands at his desk in rush. "They're in the middle of a battle, and the Masters can't properly support the Servants with their number! Hurry, the transferred mana will not store in their body for a long time in such urgent danger!"
"I- I understand!"
"Everyone, do not let the Masters fight unassisted! Work the best of your ability, their safety is our responsibility!"
"HAI!" Everyone yelled in determination, clicking boards and undergoing stressful fabrications of data needed in the current battle happening at the Past field or dunes of Babylon.
"You're so tense, Romani guy." Saber Mordred sighs behind the ruffled haired man giving orders to the Engineers and Magus in charge of the Babylonian Singularity. Her father, Jeanne Alter and Jack are completely silent and enamored by the hundred monitors and binary codes flashing in and out the programmed virtual projectors while she- herself are awaiting the response of the man she shared her story about.
"And half of it is your fault, Mordred." Romani shot back, his hands a blur of a limb, typing and encoding passwords and data Servants could not interpret even with Gaia's automatic programming of Heroes and Villains. "Now try not to distract me further! The sooner this case is solved, the sooner we can confront the problem you spoke."
"Hey! It's not like I made the plot on my forsaken adventures."
"Yes, you did- Christ! Eugene! Stop encoding Trojan's!" Romani yelled in surprise, "My word! Francis, get your damn brother out the maintenance pluck!"
"A- aye, sir!" the employer, Francis scurried away at the order.
"Jeez... Such a pain. Fine, do whatever you want now, Romani. But you don't have time to dawdle as well as I, you know that." Saber Mordred snorted, smirking at the back of the man, clearly pleased at the way he tried to indicate how important their future can be. She can really be persuasive, believe it or not.
"Worry not, I know how to backtrack deadlines." Romani deadpanned, getting back to his work in flash, disintegrating the viruses invested in the network system.
Undisturbed in the undisputable chaos around, Saber Mordred made a sound of relief, lowering down her tense shoulders and engrave her way next to her Father, who gently place a warm hand in her shoulder- hugging her close.
"Your thoughts are running wild, cub." Altria said, leaning her head against Saber Mordred. "What is it that bothers you?"
"Father... Am I cruel to drop this bomb into that guy?" Saber Mordred whispers, pushing her head in her father's warm neck, finding a sense of security. Thoughts hidden away, Altria all but smile at her little hatchling- sad yet serene, a smile that can lift up the spirit of the doubting Saber in her side.
"As a King, we must know how to sacrifice one way or another- for the sake of many, one must know how to let a few go."
"Here you go again, teaching me something with skeptic words! Why not be direct about it so I won't peel meaning in your statements, Father?" Saber Mordred groaned.
"You must learn to think wisely, Cub." Altria affectionately kiss the brow of the young blonde, certainly not mocking or leering, but with a glint of the eyes from a very experienced individual. "All I wanted is for you to learn the hard way. Everything comes with a price, and while it is burdening to Archaman, we must focus our eyes ahead. Not too long we will adjourned in this Peace, and so must not doubt your decisions at the past- walk forward, just as how Master walks beside you all the time."
And just like that, Saber Mordred nods in understanding, her Father's words swirling over her head. However, her musing was cut off-
"Ah! Father! Father~!" as Jack quickly bound herself in her waist, squeezing hard as a stone, pointing at a small monitor at the far side of the room towards-
"Look! It's Mother!" Jack squealed in delight, tugging the frozen state Saber Mordred, eyes glued to the figure inside the virtual screen.
"H... Ha- Haku... no." she muttered, before something snap inside her head- pushing herself forward out the Command Room...
... Possessed by the Mind in rush to meet her Master.
"...Aren't you going to follow her?" Altria turned to Jeanne Alter, eyes ahead and bored, but the inclination of concern is visible, so much as she can't help but gave a sly smirk in return.
"You know me well." She said, before she dashes in pursuit to the lion.
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"... Holy shit."
"Language, Mordred." Jeanne berates the young blonde with passion.
"Can't help it. There's a bunch of stuffs."
"And so far, they are staring at us." Hakuno fears a few. She could not amplify barricades of self impose confidence of braveness to ward off her fear of tight spaces, darkness and soon, with will all bloom in to more... like mass population and eye phobias with all the attention directed at them. At the very least, she would retain her sense of wanting to be invincible, yet- with the exact moment she walks with her lover by her side, everything slightly shift off the saddle.
Since when they walk in a dome of place Jeanne called 'cafeteria', all eyes were on them and the silence it lurks grind Hakuno's self- esteem. ' So much for being average.' Hakuno thought, unconsciously shifting at her lover's back, shamefully hiding her average looks to the breathtaking individuals all pointedly staring at them with inquisitiveness, happiness... or all moreover, emotions a person can express.
It's revolting, and might be a positive feedback... but still...
The numerous antic and absurd fashions of clothes immensely disregard Hakuno's propriety for common clothing at once. With all colors there is to it, the cafeteria seems...
"Okay..." Mordred's sigh booms in the silence like a thunderclap. "I didn't ask this to anyone before but seriously, is this place in some kind of a cosplay party?"
... just like what Mordred says. All mirages of colors are in the same room as them, impossible to imagine clothes worn like a second skin to their saliva- drying beauty and majestic atmosphere.
And just like that, the room explodes in laughter in response to her lover's honest question, different people and genders walking, running and leaping forward to their position, making Hakuno even more demure. Then, not a second passed, a whole bunch of group is on them, patting and congratulating Mordred for her... recovery? Strange children in excessive clothing from the Abyss of the Wonderland jumps up and down before latching at the tired young blonde, yelling and whooping, cheering for their 'big sister Mordred' to play with them.
"Hu... Mor...dred!" Hercules (Berserker) roars, beating the close Servants eardrums with his monstrous gibberish yelling. Mordred yells in fright, and move in the way as the stone colored man run straight ahead at her direction, that even the wall, could not sustain its firmness due to the man's incredible strength.
"W- What was that!?" she stammers turning her head at the laughing bunch of maniacs, pointing at the damage wall.
Okita giggles at her unpainted expression. "Hehe, Hercules just misses you as much as we do, Mordred!"
"MISSES!? IT SEEMS LIKE HE WANTS TO CRUSHED ME!"
"Yeah?" Okita blink in innocence, "That's the only way he can expressed his feelings, have you forgotten?"
"Whaaaat?!"
"Un, we missed our little Knight wreaking havoc in here. Mah, so long as you entertain me, everything is at its boring and neutral calm." Charlemagne chortled, beating back a toast of rum.
"YOISH! A TOAST FOR THE LITTLE GIRL!" Iskandar's voice boom across the room and back, rising his mug of beer in to the air with the manly Servants.
"AU!" As they too, drinks their beverage in succession to the remark.
"W- what's going on!?" in her justice, Mordred is confuse as Hakuno's regarding this super models of a people getting all feely- touchy with her. Just what's with all these people? And what's with the beer!? It's freaking morning!
"Kakaka!" Mordred made a surprisingly genuine yelp of surprise, as a red haired man appears at her side. Come to think of it, is he there all this time? "I see your body has recovered, but your spirit disseminates quite low. Kakaka, oh what foe you had made yourself."
"Li Shuwen, a fair morning." Arturia suddenly said, despite the words ought to be for her son, she block the interaction with a few select words, stepping at Mordred and Li Shuwen's view, prompting the Assassin to leave the young blonde exultantly trashing off the exchange. Shaken to an uncomfortable ooze of the all chummy presence, with all the luck she have- quickly pull away to the embrace of children to wallow back into her semblance of comfort, hugging their body in tandem, both equally and absolutely terrified to the commotion.
"So many people... So overwhelming." Hakuno gushed, swallowing back her shaking whines.
"And I have no single clue who they are."
"Friend gamers?"
"I don't play with children, and we're in different year- the goons I'm playing with are not even born yet."
"Relative?"
"Now, you're just being mean to me."
"Do you think they're making fun of us?"
"They already did with their costumes, Hakuno. What is there to point out?"
Undisturbed by the odd behavior of the gallant 'Knight of Treason' whispering and hugging a new girl with an equal depressed and pale complexion, the children: consisting of Kuro, Illya, Alice, Nobunaga and Kid Gil surrounds the two curiously. "Ne ne, big sister Mordred? What are you doing?" Alice innocently asked, tugging at Mordred's loose white shirt. "Do you want a hug? Why don't you say so? Alice is free!"
"Nu- uh!" Kuro shakes her head, hugging Mordred's waist while sticking her tongue out to her sister in crimes. "She needs a hug from me! Am I right, big sister~?"
"Uh... not really?" Mordred foolishly blink, sweating at the provocative question. 'What have I gotten myself into?'
"No way! Big sister needs me!"
"Are are~, they're at it again." Amakusa Shirou chuckled, eating a spoonful of rice given by his lover, Semiramis. "Un," agreed the Queen of Babylon, suspiciously looking at the knight up and down in wonder. "Though, I must say... is Mordred felt different?"
"Hmm..." Amakusa Shirou hmmed with his mysterious smile, placing his chin in his palm and hiding a scene behind his lids – thanks to his clairvoyance- before chuckling at the lover's silent inquiry. "Just wait and see, yes?"
"No! ME!"
"No! She needs me!"
"Oh yeah!? She wants me! How 'bout that!?"
"No! Meeeeeee!" the children quarrel in front of the out of the loop duo, contrary to the amused Adult Servants, Jeanne's eyes twitch when Hakuno buried her face to Mordred's neck, seeking cover. However, Jeanne's profusely not the only one who witness the act, as Arturia (already sign Li Shuwen as her opponent in her next match), the Round Table Knights (Tristan's hard to guess), Karna, Siegfried, David, Medea, Astolfo, Medusa, Serenity and Christian Andersen too, saw how the blonde accepts the contact, shielding the average looking girl with her hand.
Bewildered with a silent speculation of their movements bring the officious side of the seers about the looming affectionate embroiled next to the named of the Knight of Treason, especially the ever male cross- dressing Rider whom hikes close to the two- specified at the spot where he'll meet the brunette's vision who tense and buried herself in embarrassment even more. "Hello~!" the Rider called out cheerfully, evading the duo's personal space as he lean his head almost nose to nose with Hakuno, perplexing and provoking Mordred (squeeze between them).
"..." Hakuno dared to peak one eye and bit back a shriek as the Rider prod her cheeks with a gloved finger. "Mou~! Why won't you look at me~! You're cute too, maybe we can get along?" he flirted, much to the blonde's dismay, wriggling in between, cussing a 'Will you get off of me!'.
"Personal space, you damn mutt! Stop harassing Hakuno!" Mordred growled, pushing Astolfo with her shoulder- clumping her girl like a burrito. Blinking in question, Astolfo then huffed to the unfairness of her friend- a little off friend in fact-, but he trudge out anyway with a mischievous smile in his face.
"Eh~? Why are you so unfair, dear friend of mine? It's been months since I last saw you and now you're coddling up with a cute girl!"
"First, I'm not your dear-y friend and second, I'm not even here for a whole week! And of course I'll coddle with Hakuno, just what is up with you all!?" grunt the young blonde, oblivious to the intense gaze thrown by the most expertise. "You're getting all touchy feely to me yet I don't even know what made you all do what you done. What's with the congratulatory remarks and patting? What recovery? Is it because the fall Hakuno and I suffered? All I know is Gudako and Gudao are there with us, not a single strand of your hair is in sight."
"Oh~! Did you transfer in another Chaldea branch?"
"Do you even hear my speech at all!?" Mordred fumed in irritation to the air headed pink haired 'girl', clearly dismissing what she spoke in a pesky manner. Astolfo laugh in joy, hands both in his waist in confidence, it seems she truly did not understand the implication of Mordred's words. The two banters back and forth with a ghastly pale Hakuno at their center, holding tight to Mordred's arms if running away is needed.
"Oh~ Now that's the fire! That's how I like it! Now on with our journey, Mordred! Let's catch the base aflame with our joy in your recovery!" Astolfo declared, now pushing Hakuno away from Mordred, but the young blonde relents in the abrasive actions towards her lover. The children around them pout in the unfairness of the Rider- forgotten by his charismatic [irritating] attitude.
"Could you please stop!?" Mordred cut off with a swipe of her arm, Astolfo barely move an inch to dodge the limb in confusion. Jeanne move to intervene, but Arturia holds an arm to prevent her, thoughts hidden away from the Saint. "You're so persistent! Why can't you realize I don't want anyone clinging so much to me!"
"Hey, hey," Astolfo pacifies, holding two palm in the air to dissipate the growing temper of whom he is mocking. "No hard feelings~! I just want us to hang out just like old times!"
"We don't have old times!"
"Oh come on now," with the way Astolfo said it with a playful smile in her face, Mordred felt the familiar tug of... wanting to punch someone in the face. With every syllables leaving the Rider's mouth, so much as the blonde's eyes become narrower... a trail of memories jumbling out in her brain. With that unnoticed, Astolfo continues like it was nothing.
"Are you really..."
-Static!-
"... Going to ditch us with that boring girl?" Mordred's Game Club Members snickered at the bully's words, pointing at the girl in question, hanging her bangs low.
-Static-
"... going to waste your time with that boring girl over me~? Who is she anyway? Your girlfriend?"
'Oh dear, I heard of this before.' Hakuno mentally gulp in horror, fancying for the Earth to swallow her in mortification.
"What if she is, huh!?" Mordred yelled, not taking the pink haired girl's insult to her Hakuno lightly. "Got a problem with that!?" she challenges, gritting her teeth in silent prevention for her left hook to appear in sight. "Hakuno Kishinami's my girlfriend! What about it!? I'll marry her someday and sooner than later she'll have my last name! We'll enjoy our night of honeymoon and have kids and an awesome house to stay! Is that what you want me to say, huh!? Do you want some more!?"
Those who takes a spoonful of their dish, chokes in their food.
Those who drink their favored beverages, spits it out in seconds.
Those who merely walked to their own tables tripped and stumbles on the floor.
Those who watch the interaction gawked and let their jaw drops to the ground in complete bafflement of what they actually caught.
"Whoa..." Astolfo- the ever wonderful and cheerful Paladin is also left to dust by the declaration, even the robots- despite their programmed data, malfunctioned.
Shirou Kotomine drew a short chuckle, cleansing his face as his lover spit her favorite tea directly at him. "This is getting interesting."
Cu Chulainn (Caster), along with Alexander the Great and free willed Male Servants hoots in advance, gut laughing to the obvious innuendo of the 'honeymoon', slamming their hands in their table, creating mess for the others. "Little Missy sure is lucky with Mordred! HA! The days I've boast my domestic pride to the blooming gorgeousness of my land! Trampled with the young Knight's conviction to her lady! Haha!" Julius Caesar guffaws, his chalice almost bending to his hand.
Arturia wheeze an air of dawn, setting her jaw align to prevent from making it fall farther as it is. She could not remain stoic at all times when it comes to her son- now discovered as a new Mordred, given that she's attracting troubles more than luck in her life. 'But goodness, heavens above. If I were truly this hatchling's father...' Arturia gulped in defeat. '... I may not stay in the world for long with this shame.'
"... Is it what I think it is?" Jekyll- at the moment entering the cafeteria with Serenity in tow, both clearly impressed at the young blonde- oblivious to the racket that happened. They both look back to where they came from, and whistle in unison. "Wow, Mordred! How do you do that? I thought you're heading straight to Command Room, can't say I'm surprise if you use [skill: Prana Burst.]."
Mordred spare a glance at the new intruders and glare with all her might. With her fatigue, the realization of whom she was seeing all over the place drew her at the wall, expression in disbelief, materializing a sense of intensity to grip her throat in brazen freeze. Then, she summarized her conversation to Hakuno and Jeanne- about the status of people acquainted in Chaldea. Have she slept, she will know the difference of their presence to a normal human, but now- bearing suspect to the outstandingly irritating group of people... Could this be...?
'This is the heroes of myths and legends?' Mordred huffs in annoyance- disappointment unseen, securing a small squeeze in Hakuno's clenched hand, before she crossed her arms and looked at the 'Astolfo' again. Should she be surprise?
Nope. Not really. But she does hope she won't have a seizure for thinking back in these moments with them when her original energy and optimistic viewpoint for the day returns. Now with their nature in mind, Mordred drew a cautious line on how she fight- mere words are enough, giving in to the impulse to scuffle may not be a good idea if her opponent is a known hero or heroine of their time.
"Now... what did you say to my girlfriend again, you dirty motherfucker?" yet, she won't bypass this opportunity to breach the line impose by herself when it comes to Hakuno. Astolfo, in the front of the brunt of her anger, could only laugh sheepishly, the rage of a dragon is mystifying- dare not will he pushed a button more.
"Na- ahaha~, Nothing~ Nothing~ Just carry on with uh... w- with your beautiful girlfriend, pal~ Hmhm~ Don't mind me at all~!" and like that, he went with a poof, disappearing without a trace.
"Coward!" Mordred yells, raising a fist in the air- fuming like a kid. "Next time I see you, ready your face to my knuckles! Believe it, doooooolt!"
"Ah, there they are yelling deeper meaning of insults! Ah~ how the mighty have fallen~!" Kuroyukihime moans, swiveling back and forth, buried in her fantasies.
"Do you even see yourself in the mirror, bitch!?" Mordred responded, almost throwing a tantrum.
The remaining Servants could not help but laugh at the endearing mannerism of the blonde, but soon their gazes trail to the side, to the equivalent curious little thing. Hakuno clenched her fists in Mordred's waist one last time, before pulling away- a stoic but reddened cheeks greeted the Servants of Chaldea. She bravely looks at everyone to the eyes before gulping down and staring straight at the eyes of her lover, tired but firm, protective and loving. "... I lose my appetite. I'm not hungry anymore." Hakuno faltered, skirmish in her stand.
"Hmph. You're not good at lying, dummy. Come on." Mordred huffs at last, releasing the tyrannous tension in her body. "You're hungry, right? Admit it."
Hakuno half- heartedly nodded. "Ye- yes, but I can still-"
"Then we will eat." Mordred firmly states, strong and determine to stand her ground amidst the strangers' piercing gazes. She will not back down from the pressure and never will she held the chance to feed her beloved with nutritious foods, even if it means she won't sleep for the day to watch her lover eat her meal.
"Mordred..." Hakuno whispered, monotonous to others, self- conscious for the blonde's ears.
"You'll eat. We'll eat." This time, she does not state. She orders, sumptuous this time, sending a quick kiss to finalize her decision. While half of the Servants are accustomed to never ending strange things happening in Chaldea- lesser than the incredulity happenings in Ahenerbere Café- open affection between the same genders elicit a fair mixed surprises, more so with an arrogant blonde rivaling Nero and Gilgamesh's audacity to outclass themselves.
With a pat on each child's head, a murmur of apology and a promise of continuing the paused 'play time', the alienated duo walks at the center of the cafeteria, passing tables of Servants respectably congratulating them in a manner they dare not blush in predicament, searching for an unoccupied table. With no luck, Mordred swallows her pride and made her way to the two awaiting 'rivals', shredding tears of happiness to the wonderful gift for breakfast.
"May we... sit here?" Mordred choke down the lead of bile coming, while it did not compare on how Hakuno whither then and there, stomping down the instinct to run at the familiar lustful gazes of the two familiar Servants.
"UMU! With all I have, Praetor needs not permission! Come, little Mordred! Join a feast granted for the both of you!" Nero clapped in joy.
"Mou~, though my heart could not take how you own Master, Mordred, I cannot turn my back when she is in need of me now, can I~? Come~, My husband~!" Tamamo flirted, pouncing the brunette, making Mordred doubt if this is even a good idea.
'Ah... Whatever. What's done is done'. And so, with that thought in mind, Mordred bend down to the unoccupied seat.
Meanwhile...
"Have you truly... seen Mordred in the Command Room?" Jeanne ask, drop dead serious striking down Jekyll's eyeglasses in ferocity.
"Affirmative. Need I mention that the kids saw her too? They're running wild with her through the designated room. I could not identify where she find the brunette with her, though I must say she's with the Avenger version of you, Altria and Jack not moments ago."
"Then..." Jeanne sweats in pain when she gazes at the two. "... Who is the Mordred we came next to?"
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'Stop... stop... Stop... STOP... STOP! STOP! STOP!'
[... Uk! WALK, bitch! MOVE! FUCKING WALK!]
[Mind, STOP! She won't go anywhere, I swear! STOP IT OR SHE'LL DIE! WE'LL DIE, DAMN IT!"
[I DON'T FUCKING CARE! HAKUNO NEED'S ME... UNGH!... UGH, GRAH! JUST LET ME HANDLE THIS! HAKUNO NEEDS ME! DON'T GET IT MY WAY!]
[Fucking- CALM DOWN, WILL YOU!? We know she's here and she's not going anywhere! Your Heart is with her, so be at ease she's safe!]
[No! NO! I must go back! No! Hakuno needs me! I. MUST. GO. BACK!]
"GAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" Saber Mordred yells, cracking her neck sideways to slammed her head into a rough wall, over and over again.
"Mordred!" Altria is in motion, supporting her in seconds of need.
"F... F... Fa- father!" Saber Mordred huffs in exhaustion, coming back to consciousness for the fourth time she smashed her own head into the wall. With the attribute of a Servant, immense jostling of her head would result but a mild concussion for her, yet at the same time it would be enough to ward off the deathly wasp of the Mind, infecting and possessing her body in shambles. Tone still rough and lingering with subdue assistance of King Mordred to ease the Mind, Altria gather her daughter in her arms, concern at the same time, pitying the wrecked wall due to Saber Mordred's doing.
"Cub? Talk to me, what is it you need?" Altria hushes, wearing off the young Servant's brow to cleanse the dirt.
"... Stop... S-Stop m- me, father," Saber Mordred plead, clenching and unclenching her fist amidst the turbulent quake of her body. "Th- the m- m- Mind-d's p- power... powerful I-! We c- can't hand- dle her.. She's.. she's taking... c- control... Pl- please, father."
[NO! DON'T! YOU! DARE!]
"Urk!" Saber Mordred spits out blood, promptly due to her biting of her inner cheeks and mashing her tongue to dare not speak. But the Mind of Mordred Pendragon is so strong, her body violently gripped into its control and before she knew it-
[Ack! Woah, damn!] the embodiment of King Mordred in her Sea of Soul squeak in rush, holding Saber Mordred's embodiment beneath the arms, both looking up at the rust door of a humongous cage they are in, golden yet in so many ways, contrastingly ugly.
'Holy fuck!' Saber Mordred cussed, yellowish diamond patterns emerging in her arms skin in scorching hot sense, worrying the dweller and the Vessel's soul, jutting down plans with all their might to prevent the [infection] from spreading close to her chest.
[It's fast, the Mind's repulsive- I thought she's the calmest f us three!] King Mordred tittered in nervousness, pulling Saber Mordred to her feet. [Let's get away from this, quick! We have no time left!]
'Don't you think I knew that!?' Saber Mordred growled, together smashing their way into the cage's door- trying to dismantle it with the resilience of their Soul.
Up in reality, Altria barely dodge the swipe of Clarent before she dare raise a hand to her daughter and grip the weak wrist. "Cub, calm down." She tried to talk sense to her daughter... but-
"General. Stand aside." Saber Mordred ordered.
–This is not her daughter. She remember the days which her daughter's eyes shine like the evergreen field of grass in a murky weather, it's vibrancy subpar from her yellowish one's, bearing the love in return she gave to her daughter. Saber Mordred's like the mixed colour of a placid sea and a mountainous beauty, reflecting off the light with pride and confidence and sending Monsters in their death with a striking dark green iris capable of making even the King of Conqueror's cry. But this, the eyes she behold to- is not the warm or confident orbs of what she knew. This eyes she face in the present knew no happiness, no serenity and passion for everything. Her eyes are like a frozen grass in a wintry season, a shed of ample green is but a fraction of the cold eyes covering the external door of the soul. This is the eyes deprived of her hope, stolen to her in the sweet moments in her life, stomp upon by the Titan, it's warm center presented only to her wondrous wife.
Yes, this is Mordred. King of Moon Cell, Servant of Kishinami Hakuno. The RULER of the TOP SERVANTS in the future.
"My King," Altria gulped down her fear, clenching her left fist to where her heart is, the other is still holding Saber Mordred's wrist shakily. "... Please, have mercy to my daughter and to the Vessel, My King." She begged, so imperfect, humiliating to others, a small sacrifice for her daughter.
"Hn," the possessed Saber Mordred, no, the Mind grunted- pulling back her wrist, glaring at her General coldly. "If I show no mercy, they should be dead from the very start I latch to them."
"But, my King-!"
"Stand aside, General. The sooner I'll come in close to my Wife, the sooner these feelings of mine will cease infecting the two. Do you understand." Altria dare not speak, for her King state what she wanted to say. She made no peep, but her body blocked the way in rebel to the King's wishes.
"... Mordred?" Jeanne Alter asked, doubtful, yet, as the eyes of her ruler pierce through her, she bowed with all her might, her silver tresses flowing like a curtain of flower from her back. "King."
"Alter." The Mind nods, a show of emotion scarce even to her trusted friend. "... Discipline General Altria Pendragon. Let her not passed unscathed into this walls." With her last words ringing like a bell to the two Generals, the body of the vessel erupt in a vermilion thunder and-
*BOOM!*
A shockwave leaves the walls tall and fortified to the quake. The two Servants, brace themselves from the impact of the immaculate [skill: Prana Burst] of their leader, leaving them in silence, not sure what to do... At least...
"Well... you heard it right," Jeanne Alter sighs. She will deliver her King's order, let them be friend or foe. She materialize her staff and point it at the Lancer, wearing the expression of a very irritable lion. "Mordred's orders. Unscathed is forbidden, Grumble everything to pieces."
"Let's see about that." Altria responded with an exaggerated click of her tongue, brows furrowed, reaching for Rhongomyniad. "Make this quick Alter, I have a daughter to punished right after."
'I guess... I had no choice but to do it... is that right, Master Hakuno?'
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'The mission, I need to tell Mordred what I discovered about myself. She also needs to know the truth.. She's not totally human after all.' Hakuno tried to smile, but whatever she did, her heart was not into it. She tried to stuff her face with food, but it seems tasteless and unappealing to her. She all pressed harder to eavesdrop in the Servant's talk, however, not a semblance of the required information about the future have reached her ears. Defeated and solemn, she plays with her food forlornly. Maybe... she needs to cool her head first and relax her nerves? It's not like something bad would happen... right?
"You're eyes have droop in sadness, Praetor." Nero said, her vibrant green eyes looking at her in concern, in front of the small round table. "What is it that marred your face with morose?"
Come to think of it... "Nero?" she asked, and the Emperor lit up to her call.
"Umu! What is it, Praetor?"
"Arara~ Am I being ignored again?" Tamamo pipes in, clinging to Hakuno's arm next to the brunette. (Mordred's to her left, Tamamo's on the right.) If she recall her memories correctly, Tamamo has become her Sub- Servant at the start of her fight with Julius Harway, Leonardo's brother. And then, when she was on the way to the Rani's maze of Secret Garden, Nero had appeared as a freelance Servant, assisting her with Sakura Matou's order. With her adventure ending with her saving BB...
Nothing. The recess part of her mind is still damaged, inaccessible without the function of Mind, Body, and Soul. Moreover, the problem is not how she can't remember here. It's how Nero and Tamamo disappeared and how she knew her even though she doesn't know them from the start. Could it be they are truly her Servants at the Grail and Labyrinth? Or are they just another summoned embodiment of the Sun and Emperor of Rome?
"Nero... Tamamo.."
"Praetor?"
"Yes, husband?" the two bickering woman stops at her call, eyes attentive- smothered by nothing but compassion.
"Who... do you think I am? No jokes intended, please. This is serious." She asked in secrecy- thankful that the Servants are focused to her lover immensely, looking at the doubtful gaze of the Emperor and Fox swirling at the room in deep sadness to their orbs.
"You... you're... You resemble our Master..." Nero sighs, sitting straight like a ruler once more. "Umu, you resemble our dear Master in the Moon greatly. We speak not of this to others, but we are from a future animatedly gorgeous and wonderful, with us to our Praetor's side, we are undefeated and achieve great quest of joy in our journey to save friends and lives." She said it in a sorrowful manner, a part of Hakuno twinge in pain. Could they really be..? "Yet, we are summoned here. Not a single farewell to our Praetor. So once you appear, immense ecstasies are we enveloped, for our dear yearning for our Master is so strong, we know not how to handle this magnificent emotion."
"Indeed." Tamamo agrees, her voice uncannily clever and serious, a contradiction to her flirty attitude before. "With gigantic apologies, we ask forgiveness for making you... oh, dear- I'm sorry to say this, but a substitute to Our Husband. But... we also like to take our penance back..."
'Wait a minute... does this means?' Hakuno has inkling on what she will say, and a genuine and small smile blooms on her face. Tamamo and Nero clasped her hands together, gazing at her with that affectionate emotion. "... Praetor, Is it you, am I right?" Nero hushed, tears brimming down her eyes. Hakuno's heart beats erratically, happiness and an ever without privacy reunion taking place in the watchful eyes of heroes. However, the Master do not care and nod her head in affirmation- almost seconds before she was engulf in hugs and squeals of the duo, alarming Mordred at once of what is happening to her lover.
"Oi... oi, at it again. Hands off Hakuno!" Mordred warns, but seeing a surprising smile of her lover directly to others, she stay low and watchful- warm blooming in her chest for no reason.
"Ah, right right~! Husband's lover is here~!" back to her original self, Tamamo pouts and stuck her tongue out to the blonde, but refrain from pouncing again- just as the Master breathe a sigh of relief.
"Umu! My Royal Privilege and Sense holds true to its words! See that, Caster! My foresight are true!"
"What foresight? We're sure she's Master from the very start, desu~!" and just like that, the sub- Servants are reduce to bickering again. But Hakuno is in bliss, a good fortune to successfully achieve a relationship created by the 'whole' Hakuno Kishinami. Hence with the idea of the 'whole', Hakuno looks at Tamamo and Nero again, observing their reactions and attitudes- striving to understand what clicks them together to form a bond with her.
Unfortunately, she can't find the answer. It seems the Mind and the Soul can say much, if not they are those who attract this Sub- Servants quite tightly in their grasp.
"Boo."
"!?" Rigid, Hakuno froze as the breathing of her lover graze the sensitive skin right below her right ear. She cupped the part quickly, overriding the goosebumps trailing her skin. She narrowed her eyes at her lover...
... And smiles as the blonde kiss her forehead in comfort, in the middle of the ogling eyes and leering jest about their supposed rank in sexiness in accordance to pairing. With the small interaction in for the close, the children bound to the brunette like cute little sheep: asking stories and gaining the gentle attention of Hakuno Kishinami. With that happening, Mordred trail her eyes to her seatmate, where they ask questions back and forth. She already talked to a bunch of guys (mostly the friendly and chatty ones) and woman ranging from the ever stoic Scathach and Medusa, to Serenity, Kuroyukihime (creepy by the way), Brynhildr, Frankeinstein and now, starting with the Alternate versions.
"What are Gudao and Gudako's role in this Organization anyway?"
"Masters, of course." Alter Matthew (Alter Shielder) huffed her answer, rolling her eyes impatiently at the inquisitive blonde.
"You mean, they gave you all mana? How many are you, hundreds?"
"Not really. The Prana Room sustain by the Core of Chaldea's keeping us in this form. The Master, however, is just the commanders or leaders we must obey in the field. They have three marks that can boost us or make us act against our will. They supply Mana too, but 98% of the actual powers we have comes from the Core." And with that short explanation, Alter Matthew walks away- satisfied to what she observe the young blonde. Until Mordred was noticed again as she shared information with her seatmates.
"So... you're from another world."
"Uh- huh, and you're the alternate version of Arturia Pendragon." Mordred comebacks, eating the piece of fries Hakuno's handling her absent mindedly, talking to one of almost, pact Servant's near their table, trying to eavesdrop in their conversation. And guess what? Modred do not care. They can hear all her words all they want, it's better to clear off misunderstandings right from the start. "Make sense you are. So does that means there simply no real history classified to be true? Or you're from another parallel world entirely just like we do?" she asked again, to the silverette and yellow eyed version of Arturia Pendragon (Arturia's busy mulling food, directly at the back of Hakuno).
"It is difficult to point out where we came from or how. However, parallel worlds holds true in this theory. I, myself believe it the moment I met my versions in Chaldea." Alteria (Alter Arturia) coolly replies, sipping in her coffee, with Mordred mesmerize to her awesome jacket.
"Oh, must be a pain to see so many faces like yours."
"It's less problematic than ten Koyukihime at once in the halls." Kuro whispered to herself while picking up her veggie food, but the Servant Archers do hear her, making them chuckle on their own.
"Un, but we must endure. Life can be so drastic but we just went with the flow with the Masters." Alteria huffs, opening one yellow eye to look at Mordred's lover. "Change topic, what does it feel like to you?"
"Excuse me?" Mordred blinked, biting small pieces from the apple.
"To hold someone dear, in the scrutinizing eyes of ours. Heroes. Heroine. Nemesis. Beast. Villains. The whole bit. You said you two are human with some skills of Wizards, against all of us, what does it feel like?" The young blonde hid a frown, and glance at her lover up and down, talking to the children one by one. The children- unusually still and behave, is mesmerized to her lover's story and voice about their life on the other world. Why would they find it interesting, Mordred don't know- yet, she answers anyways, an answer from the bottom of her heart.
"To tell you the truth, it doesn't bother me at all. You're you, the people in myths and legends- you hold the title, you attain and achieve adventures and majestic powers rivaling gods and goddesses..." she continues, seemingly ignoring the silence of the cafeteria, trying to hear the words coming from her mouth. "But you have no right to judge us, I love things you might dislike. I may hate things that you desires, but to me, we are nothing but mortals- equal to terms, treasure and blood aside. I felt no fear in opening up what we are, just because you're what you called yourself, we should felt inferior and ashamed." she firmly stated, looking at the eyes of her blushing lover, resolute in her decision to cast what she want to send to everyone. "I love Hakuno, that's simple as you said your own name. I love her, she loves me- we embraced and do stuffs in a relationship, what gives? Do we need your permission to do things? Do we need to act good to your taste? No. That's sucks, I don't care about your opinion. That's... just how things are."
Alteria hummed in agreement, supporting a smile on her face. "Must I feel humiliated?" she asked.
"Why?" the young blonde in question blink, "I just answer your honest question, what's there to feel humiliated about?" With that as a sign, the other Servants in the area gave applause to her speech, ruffling her head in content, much to the charge in of the young blonde. Medusa and Scathach clink their teacups together, in secrecy of their own relationship. Arturia, proudly gaze at her son, indulging to the fact everything seems to be working out for the day. She then, gave Jeanne a smile, the Saint has recovered from her misplaced jealousy, it seems the ricochet of the revelation placates Jeanne's heart after all. Just what happen to her original son, though?
And just like that, speak of the devil and she'll appear.
The room was caught off guard as a figure, walks down on the air, clearly using skills to trot back swiftly and lands... directly in front of Hakuno. The Servant in their Third Ascension and below, are knocked back by a strong force- drawing them farther but seemingly next in step in the fire of dragon. The Mordred they are all acquainted for are here at last, but the welcoming sunshine was no more, in place is a frozen atmosphere that made all Servants materialize their weapons in caution, alarmed as even the most powerful cannot figure out the presence of the blonde. With closer proximity, the harder it is to breathe. It felt..
Dry.
Dead.
Suffocating...
Seething?
They felt this before...
No, this swelling power... it bypass even Gilgamesh of Uruk?!
"... Mordred?" Arturia's arms are shaking... wait, is it? She stares down at her limb in horror... what is happening?
"Don't tell me..." Tamamo sniffed one last time- jumping a few feet with the Servants as Nero's, narrowing her eyes in confirmation. "... This feeling, it is you... Mordred Pendragon."
The said person did not even glance up from her view, eyes locked to the person in her dreams. Soft brown eyes met the orbs frozen by pain. The eyes of the Wife met the Husband's. Hakuno's doe colored hues mixing with the dullest green. "... Wife." And the King in possession of Saber Mordred's body is reduce to shred, she get down out the table to embrace and kissed the lips of her Queen- needing.. wanting... desiring her Queen for as long as she can remember. The Servants visibly went frozen on their spot, the tell a tale coldness wrapping their throats no more, but as much as they're grateful of it, the controversy of what is happening did not even smooth out the sour biles on their throat.
"Mph!? UMMH!?" And Hakuno tried to free away, stone shocked and petrified- who is this girl!? Why is she doing this to her!? Her lips... that was once taste the only thing she loves, are now clamp on the others mouth, wanting not to let go. The girl might be the same with her lover's face, the feature, the presence...
'But she's not my Mordred!'
However, it contrasts palely to what Mordred is feeling amidst the struggles of her lover. Something's wrong, but it feels right. Something just... don't add up in this picture viewed by all at once. She saw how her lover squirmed out in those arms, the gaze of panic... the sensation that her most treasure is being stolen by her doppelganger. This feeling...
Ah. This is rage.
Her heart's pump her veins with the blood there is to it, fueling her anger, warming her body-
-STATIC-
A silhouette of an object...
No- A sword... shines brightly in the field of dead...
... She's calling her trusted friend, arms stretch out... for CLARENT.
-Static!-
-making her body glow in a vermilion sparks of thunder.
"Arara~, what is this~!?" Astolfo reverted back in the cafeteria in flash, looking at the Servants tense faces, then back to the Mordreds on hold, the distance is uncanny to a boxing ring, wide enough to move and close enough to actually feel the scorching heat of the love and jealousy. "Is there a new competition of the same faces dueling out of love? Oh~! This is so exc-!"
"Be quiet, Astolfo." Medea reprimands, sweat trailing down her cheekbones coldly. "This not the time to fool around."
And as she said that, Amakusa Shirou gasped in horror, his clairvoyance shows him a scene from the future... A scene of-! "Everyone DEPART from the cafeteria at once!" he bellowed with all his might, carrying his confused lover bridal style and leaving the premises in quick hollowed dash. Disturbed by the seemingly calm person's outburst, and the 6th sense Users doubling back to retreat- the lesser Ascension Servants oblige in confusion, but a charge in that this will save their lives.
"Tsk... killjoy." Merlin tsked in annoyance but he too, depart as soon as he could.
Those who seems brave enough, or stubborn to back down, mainly, Arturia, Nero, Tamamo, Jeanne and Astolfo all but trail how Mordred's body crisp into a vermilion shine.
"Hands off my girl, bitch!" Mordred grasp the collar of another her, the fire of jealousy burning within her gaze in a dangerous manner- the residual image of a person not technically her kissing her lover in front of her very own eyes are taunting her to move... but the eyes she's staring do not back down one bit, and instead, grasp her collar too and grin with all ferocity there is in the Saber Mordred's system.
"Why don't we settle this into a brawl, bitch?" the Mind challenges, in reason to counter the Heart's love with her passion for their love. Truly, she'll be the only person who will fight herself just to obtain their wishful goals.
"Feisty, aren't you? Now before this escalates further, why don't you free my girl, eh?" Mordred leans so much as they're forehead battled in dominance of strength. Unknown to them, their two bodies sparks alight with a mix of blue and red lighting, wrapping around them- most gratefully it did not hurt their lover in between their thrust.
"Why? Afraid I'll take her away from you?"
"Oh, you wouldn't like it when I'm mad, you piece of shit."
"Taunt me all you want.." Saber Mordred, possessed by the Mind spits in the Heart in hatred, taking Hakuno with her, dazed and concerned at how her girlfriend's eyes turns into a wicked yellow. In the nick of time, Altria emerge to the wall- beaten Jeanne Alter in tow, breaking it with all her might, straight to her King's back-
"AVALON, [SKILL: RELEASE!]!"
And the cafeteria is bath in red, with a feral growl of a beast calling for her mate. The cafeteria explodes in the mightiest form of reaction- wrecking all to dust and consuming everything with a blaze of Mana dismantling the floor in obscured power of the release of the Mind from the Vessel, straight to the opened Heart.
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HOLY DANG! MY GOSH!
IDENTIFICATION AND EXPLANATION TIME!
HAKUNO KISHINAMI [PRESENT]: The lover of Mordred Pendragon, holds the title Heart from the four functions of the complete Hakuno. She remembered her Past (or you might call her experience from the future). Mission, traverse to the future. Master of the Main Servant and Sub- Servant, Nero and Tamamo.
MORDRED PENDRAGON (HAKUNO'S LOVER): Human, at least.. that's what she knew. Experience the activation of her circuits- almost attaining memories at the last scene. (Further indication would lead to a big spoiler.)
THE DISTORTION PLACE: The mind and matter thing, if you know Persona games or anime, that's what I based it. But its function is the trash bin of the Moon Cell Core, kind of like the box BB put Hakuno Kishinami in to in the Fate CCC route.
SABER MORDRED (POSSESED); Her body is that of a Vessel, but the Mind is controlling its owner. The infection they are talking about are the entirety of the cautious reminder that if the Mind were to force herself out, the Vessel's body will become hers, and the Vessel's Soul and the other dweller will be eliminated from the containers consciousness. She acquired the body, yet her presence is like in her form in the FUTURE. Just look at this way, if you play Fate Extra then you can actually level up Mordred in Level 80, add to that the Labyrinth which is... is it 100? Or 80 perhaps, so make it 180 or 160- sum up the Fate/ Extel- ahem... You know what I mean. That's why her presence is constricting.
THE THRONE: A place where the Body resides, the throne in the Capital- Camelot. (Further indication would lead to a big spoiler.)
DIVERSION: Mainly the separation of the four functions of what keeps the Hakuno Human. (The Heart, Mind, Body, and Soul.) The process of using the Regalia to do the impossible, simple as that, it makes a person tear apart in different data.
INFECTION: Infections may happen because of the possession to the Vessel (As indicate above too many times) and... okay, a little spoiler... if the Umbral Star infected the virtual body.
FREEDOM FIGHTERS: Should I really explain this one?
TIMELINES: This is important , you can jut down if you want, just make sure start at the middle of your page please, because this timeline is crucial. Let's say we start at 2030, where the Chapter 1 started, then, because Saber Mordred and friends tweaked the Shifts, they are brought back 18 years before 2030... got it? So, with this adjustment, the memories in shambles they are seeing in snippets and peeks are what they experience in the future. Mainly, at 2032, where the Fate Extra happened, year 2032- 2033 where the CCC happened, 2032- 2043 where they experience... stuffs. Sorry guys, but this is all I can give you for now. The timeline in this part is the spoilest as it is. {Further indication would lead to a big- BIG spoiler.)
RELEASE: A skill that requires [traced] Avalon, enacting a chain reaction of the molecular entity of a Servant to wash off possible corrupting data to an unwilling container. Its been used to kill Altria Pendragon to her timeline, the death blow she recieved willingly at the hands of her wife to eradicate the vengance if blood.