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EMIYA

Archer

One glance.

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And a second.

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It was the final one that alerted Kagome to a problem and she sighed, putting down the knife that he had given to her on Valentine's Day.

"Emiya?" She finally called out, sensing him watching her in his spirit form, "Is something wrong?" She asked, looking in the direction where the Archer was materializing.

Grey eyes stared at her intently and Kagome was taken back by the intensity of said gaze, but she stayed firm in her spot and stared right back at him while a silence overtaken them.

"My gift is not satisfactory." Emiya finally broke that deafening silence, causing Kagome to blink when he looked away and scratched his white hair and seemed to struggle for words.

The Miko simply waited for what he wanted to say.

"I installed alarms on those knives just in case you were to accidentally cut yourself, but your knife skills are very good, so that was not necessary," A sudden determination appeared on his tanned face, "It may be late, but I will get you another Valentine's Day gift that will be more useful to you."

A hand grabbed his arm before he could dematerialize.

"There isn't a need for that," Kagome smiled at the Archer and he felt his heart skip a little faster once he noticed the cute apron she had on and combined with her bright smile, he fell a little more, "I really like kitchen set you got me," She said brightly, "I have always wanted to help you and the few other kitchen Servants. I like to cook."

"But my gift is of no value to you," Emiya retorted, "As you have just received many return gifts from the male Servants, mine is clearly inferior."

Kagome laughed, "Of course it isn't!" She stated, "Actually, your gift was one of the most useful," She grinned, "After all, what would I do with a key to Fergus mac Róich's room? Or what Saber Gilles gave to me – a Jeanne fan club set?"

Emiya recoiled back before he quickly placed his hands on Kagome's shoulders in a tight grip, causing her to blink, "Don't tell me you will use that key to Fergus mac Róich's room!?" He shuddered internally at the very thought of what could possibly happen.

"Emiya?" Kagome tilted her head at him and it felt like Cupid's arrow had just pierced his heart at her adorable look, "What use is that key to me?" She asked, looking thoughtful, "Why would Fergus give me the key to his room anyway?"

The Archer hung his head, 'Does she not understand it's a blatant invitation into his bed?!' He could only wonder about his Master's innocence, 'She must be a virgin if didn't understand the meaning behind that.'

That meant...

That meant she was not in a relationship with anyone, including the many Servants that wanted her beyond that of a Master.

He had a chance still!

"I loved your gift!" Kagome continued, "I can use it every day and you even went through the trouble of installing an alarm on those knives, just for me!" She beamed at him, "Even if my knife skills are decent, I could still always cut myself, but you made sure I wouldn't."

"Then, my gift was satisfactory?" Emiya asked, looking down at the cute apron she was wearing – another part of the kitchen set he had gotten her.

"You know me much better than most," Kagome patted Emiya's muscled arm, "You were, after all, one of the first Servants I summoned and have the most bond points with!" She stood on her toes, lightly pressing her lips against Emiya's tanned cheeks, which stiffened and heated at the contact.

Emiya could only stare at the petite Master as she stepped away with that bright smile and he could not help the one that was beginning to form on his own face.

"Emiya, would you mind helping me?" Kagome asked, turning back to whatever she had been making before, "Baking is a little harder than I thought." She smiled when she felt a hand pat her head affectionately as he stepped up beside her.

"I wouldn't mind at all."