Chapter 6: Trust, Faith and Despair

Out of one fire and into the next. Daichi stared at the cold white ceiling. A headache accompanied him, exhaustion tied to his back. Rising to his feet, he checked the clock. Late for school, again.

Body running through the motions on autopilot, his mind wandered to the task at hand. First he needed to disarm the situation with Shizuka. That girl had escalated the situation to his parents working in China. Last night was a frustrating mess of controlling the damage done. His parents would have a talk with him when they get back to Tokyo planned in the coming week. He'll have to arrange something within the few days.

Best to get Archer into the loop.

Refreshed and dressed, he knocked on the door. Archer called to enter. Opening the door, Daichi saw Archer studying at the models he had collected by the cabinet. "What do you need to talk about Kid? You sounded frustrated." Daichi blinked. "I can hear your grunting from this part of the house."

That makes things easier. "Yes, there have been some problems. Shizuka was raising a fuss and my parents are involved now. They're planning to come back earlier than planned."

Archer raised a brow. "I warned you to sort it out with her earlier."

He bit his lip. "I know but I hadn't found a good moment."

"You can dream for a good moment. The result is the price you've paid."

"Come on, cut me some slack will you?" This is not his day.

"If you wanted some slack, you would have backed off in the first place. This is a war kid, there is no time to be soft."

Archer didn't need to be that harsh. Yet he does it anyway. To heck with that. "Thank you very much for your wisdom oh great one. I came to let you know about it but I guess it wasn't needed." Daichi turned to leave. "Since you have a new home now, it would straighten things up while I sort out this mess."

"Kid." A sigh before facing the guardian. "Thinking on your emotions will never let you off the foot. Do not let anger control you."

"Do not be angry? How can I not be? Sure we got the house back. A nice bed and all that but there's another fire ongoing now that needs to be set straight. You becoming all grand and mighty with the 'I've told you so' vibe isn't going to make things any better."

"If that was what it took you to fall, then you haven't fall hard enough. You have much to learn Kid."

Red bled into the edge. Daichi turned to leave. "I have enough listening to you."

"Are you sure when I can do this?" Daichi heard the cabinet being opened. A twist of the neck around to see Archer reaching into the cabinet, picking out that model.

Daichi glared. "Put her down, properly."

Archer placed the figurine model on the table. He gestured at the small row of similar models. "You must have liked Saber. More than half of them are about her."

"Leave my stuff alone. I'm the one giving you space to sleep in here after all."

Archer grinned. "So tell me, do you like her?"

Daichi wanted to wipe that look from his face. "Why the hell are you asking such a question?"

"Just answer the question." Archer tapped a finger on top of the Saber Lily. "Do you or do you not like Arturia Pendragon, the king of Britain?"

Daichi grunted. "Yeah, I did. What about it?" Sure he could have gotten only one but each of them had a distinct flair. It was important to get them.

"Feeling attracted to her?" What the hell he's going about now? Another headache thinking things over isn't his day.

"I still don't get-"

"Sit down, think and answer." Archer interrupted, the stern instruction prompting an automatic response. The swirling mess in his head turned inside out. The calm face of the Guardian locked it down to something manageable.

The Great and noble king. The way that she compelled to his heart years ago. The state of growing to like her during her debut in Fate Stay Night. Attraction grew and it struck in conjunction with Shirou Emiya's own realisation.

Daichi felt a red flush. "It's absolutely normal. She's great, noble with her code of honour. Why do I even need to say it, I mean you're the one who loved her. Your younger self did manage to …you know what." He pointed at the models. "Tell me Archer, didn't you love them? Those girls that you have sworn to protect?"

"That is a good question but to the wrong person. I am not the Shirou that had been in love with any three."

"You did develop feelings for Rin didn't you?" That was how it was supposed to be.

"More nostalgia and hope than love. We've worked together in the Clock Tower for some time. That girl wouldn't be right for me. She'd probably keep that knucklehead in line though."

Daichi pointed out. "In Unlimited Blade Works." Archer nods. "Think of it this way, at least you are taking care of her indirectly. Ah, that doesn't sound right."

"So you say." Archer pointed at the green book by the table. "I noticed also that you write."

Daichi explained. "I used to. I've been busy studying for the exams so I shelved it aside." Another few months and the blasted problem would be gone soon. "While this is your room for now but you shouldn't be prying into my stuff."

"Nothing I can do if it's on the table." He picked up the stack. "I wonder if there's any fantasies you have in there."

"No, no, no, absolutely not." Looking through his work isn't a given right.

Archer flipped through the pages. "I don't read often but this doesn't look that bad."

Daichi shook his head. "I am not a real writer yet. Fan fiction is easier to get started. Once I'm done studying the exams, I was thinking of getting back to it."

"As you say." Archer returned him the papers. "Word of advice. Don't encourage anyone to follow my path. As noble that you think it can be, it isn't for the kind hearted." Archer returned him the book. The open page had one line written in pen.

I want to be a hero of Justice

Daichi closed the book. "Why? You're a living embodiment of hope. That we have to keep believing in making our actions right. You have pursued it all the way without relenting."

"I had been given the tools and skills to do it. In return, I was seen as distorted with an obsession to protect others before myself. You as a real normal human being have no reason nor ability to follow it. A hero of justice is a lonely man. If you want to do it right, join the police or something else. Protect the people in another way. You'll do more good that way."

Daichi returned the book to its place. "You may be right that we can't fight like you. That doesn't mean you're wrong."

"I am not a hero. End of discussion." The cold eye was convincing enough. "Now then Kid, feeling better now?"

"Come to think of it, yes." Daichi jabbed a finger. "You planned this all along didn't you?"

Archer smirked. "I've dealt with the worst of people. You are just a piece of cake. Your judgement was clouded with anger. Angry decisions are always bad ones."

"Thanks. I needed it."

"Good. I can't otherwise have the guy who condemned us to go screaming about and getting himself killed. Now go fix it before it's too late. Friends are the most important assets that you can have."

"I will."

Emiya glanced at his future base of operations. Cabinet Government Building Number Four. The building was normal, rows of offices and corridors to work the administration of the nation. Old, organised and structured. Something worth appreciating sometimes.

People around the building paid no mind. The regular people would not know his existence. Those that do expected him. The woman Kikuchihara had arranged the necessary papers for collection. Afterwards, it will be up to his own prerogative to decide the next step despite the ad-hoc alliance. Understanding Altair was vital. Research somewhere quiet and give the boy some space. The boy will need space to handle his personal issues with the girl. Just don't fall the same way I had.

A presence, familiar with energy. Taking a short detour, he walked to one of the other corridors. The casual swing of the sword was enough to give out a sign. They met face to face. "Yuya Mirokuji."

The purple haired man grinned. "Yo, so they brought you in as well. You've been going solo. What's up with you?"

"Some changes to the plan." Emiya answered. "I've thought you are too rebellious for your own good."

"Rebellious doesn't mean being an idiot. There's a line being drawn now." Yuya drew a finger between them. "Two sides. Ours and the Military Uniformed Kid."

"Who are on the other side?"

"An old geezer, a cranky knight and the hopeful magical girl." Four against five. A usable numerical advantage. Yuya rubbed the ridge of his nose. "There was supposed to be another one of us in the fight yesterday but she disappeared midway of the fight."

"Who is this girl supposed to be?"

Yuya shrugged. "I don't know much about her. Just that I don't like the vibe she's giving. You can talk to the others for more details. I'm going to get myself some more of that ice cream. Catch you later." He walked away, sword resting on his shoulder.

Emiya continued following the directions given. A knock on Kikuchihara's office door before entering. The room was spacious. Enough to fit a few metal shelves, work desk and a few chairs. The window behind the desk gave the room the morning light it needed. A simple and practical for work. His host had been working at the computer, probably resolving the enormous pile of papers stacked beside it. "Welcome Mr. Archer. You are right on time."

Emiya waved it off. "No need for the honorifics. I'm used to go without them."

A nod before she reached for a file in a drawer. She handed it towards him. "Here are your papers, Archer." Emiya studied the information within. Identification papers and certificates, no aliases. An address and set of keys to living quarters somewhere in the Chiyoda Ward. Good place, centre of Tokyo, easy to get around.

He closed the file. "Thanks. I'll be going."

Kikuchihara asked. "Before you go, can I have a moment of your time?" Emiya gestured to continue. "We've started a search for your Creator since we knew your identity a few days ago."

Emiya interjected. "Something went wrong didn't it?"

Kikuchihara lowered her head. "Yes, we couldn't find him."

"I presume you want some help from me."

"I want to ask if you have any information that can help with the investigation. It remains our responsibility to resolve the case."

Emiya pointed out. "You probably know better than I do. There wasn't much time to study about my Creator" He did manage to get a gist of the company that created him.

Type-Moon, originally a Doujin comic circle before growing into an organisation with its line of visual novels. Fate Stay Night was one of the few series of games made several decades ago.

Being occupied with more urgent matters, he had paid no mind to visit his creator. Now would have been a good opportunity. Maybe threaten him a little with his own machinations. Nudge the direction for the next sequel that bastard makes. Alas, fate has something else in store. Just as always.

"I'll update you of the situation when I have more information. I am sorry that you didn't have the opportunity to meet your Creator."

Emiya shook his head. "No. There are more important things to worry about first. It'd be pointless for that woman to take him hostage." Altair wouldn't think about such acts. No reason to change her plan when you have a very capable hammer.

However given the current situation, there may be more parties involved than just the three of them. One involved with his world and present far longer. "What would be the chance for another Creation to be involved in the case? One that has no allegiance to the Princess."

Kikuchihara nodded. "That possibility certainly exists but from my understanding, there shouldn't be anyone else besides her."

"When you mean her, you meant someone new so I've heard."

"Yes, that is correct. We have identified her identity and she is not related to your story."

"If that's the case, doesn't help much to think about it." Let the police investigate the matter. Altair remains the priority.

Kikuchihara nodded. "In the meantime, we will do our best to continue searching for him."

Emiya turned for the door. "I need a word with Meteora about this girl. Where are they?"

"They're at one of the rooms in the other wing. I'll take you to them." The walk took them across to the other side of the building. Emiya paid great heed to the surroundings. If he was in Altair's shoes, this building would be his first target.

Upon arriving to the black door, Kikuchihara returned to her office. The Counter Guardian opened and entered. Meteora and Selesia were seated around a large table. Pages of newspaper were spread across the table. A stack of books at the table's edge, photographs on the other. The television in the room was showing a news program. "Busy place. I have some questions for you."

"Questions." Selesia stood up. "I have some of my own."

Emiya interrupted. "I've heard you met this new Creation. Tell me about her." The redhead girl clicked her tongue.

Meteora answered. "Yes, we've met her hours before finding you last night." She reached for a book and opened a page. "Magane Chikujoin from the Yasoukiroku. Her ability is called Infinite Deception of Words."

Emiya studied the picture. Purple haired. Typical looking teenager with black high school clothes. Experience assessed the threat to be low until the eyes. The cold yellow eyes that stared at him. She would kill without compunction and knows how to do it. "How do they work?"

"According to her story, it uses deception and lies to bend reality. I have yet to see it actually in motion. Its result however was disturbing." Now the bloody crime scene pictures on the table made sense.

"What are her motivations?" Another shake of the head. "Nothing?"

"I have yet to study her enough to know her mindset. I do know that she is not someone we would prefer as an ally."

"That is all I need to know." Emiya turned when he felt danger from behind.

"We're not done yet." He turned to meet glaring blue eyes. Selesia said. "Those eyes of yours are dangerous. You're planning to kill her."

Emiya raised a brow. "I intend to do so. Is it wrong to eliminate a potential problem?"

Selesia raised a fist. "She should be taken into custody."

"If she surrenders, maybe." Emiya returned her glare. "If she resists, there will be no hesitation."

A slight twitch of her lips. "Fine. Make sure you try before outright attempting to murder her."

"That I cannot guarantee." Emiya turned for the door.

"Don't think of leaving. It's my turn to ask the questions." She leaned forward onto the table. "I've read enough to know who you are Archer. You weren't the kind to accept our invitation easily last night. Why?"

The Counter Guardian raised a brow. "Huh. First you want us in, now you're having second thoughts. Perhaps you should have talked to your boss before making a decision in the first place."

"You were normally stubborn in your choices. Why the change?"

The sage stepped in. "Selesia, this isn't the time."

The woman's eyes continued to glare. "This is the time Meteora. If we want to resolve any doubt, it's best to do it early. Before we end up dead stabbed in the back."

Emiya answered. "First, it wasn't my decision. Second, given the circumstances, it was the better choice for everyone even if it meant dealing with an annoying woman like you."

"So says the man that decided who lives and dies."

"Ah, you know my role as Purgatory. Are you so against the fact that you're working with a man who had sacrificed hundreds to save thousands?"

Her face grew bitter. "Mirokuji was right. You were a man without pride."

"Pride gets you killed in battle." That was the undoing of the greatest king of Uruk. "You can dream all you like. Your Creator must be quite naive to believe that you can save anyone given the way you act."

Selesia frowned. Her voice hissed. "How dare you. You have no right to say that. You are no saint."

"Indeed, I never said I was one. That's the way I've been, a realist." Emiya turned and opened the door. "If you don't trust me, that's fine. I'll do my own thing as always." The conversation ended as the door closed shut.

Daichi splashed cold water against his face. The sink was turned off as he stepped out of the bathroom. The window outside was bright. It wasn't long for lunchtime. The dry piece of bread helped to soothe the stomach. Feeling in much better shape, he settled down onto the sofa.

Phone in hand, Daichi checked the time. The call wouldn't be made at the worst moment. Fix this once and for all. He dialled. The phone rang its dial tone. The automatic reply to leave a message. Another dial and still nothing. It took him another three tries before his call was answered. "What is it?"

Annoyed right off the bat. Keep calm and civil. Daichi said. "Shizuka, we need to talk."

"Oh, you want to talk. Yes Daichi after ignoring me for the whole day and night without any proper reason. I am definitely not interested to talk today."

Guilt crept along his back. "I am sorry for that, honest. I can tell you that much at least."

"That much at least." A sigh. "Daichi, it is very frustrating to talk like this to you. I have asked you so many times yet you brushed me aside like nothing."

"I can't tell you about everything."

Her voice grew louder. "Why? Was it a guy only matter? You keep rambling about it not being safe but you never tell me what this danger is."

Daichi felt it harder to avoid raising his voice in return. "It's better that you don't know. You would be far safer not knowing about it."

"That makes absolutely no sense. Can't you hear it from your own words?"

"I have it now under control. You didn't need to raise it up to my parents."

"If you were in my shoes, what would you have done? You won't listen to me. One day you disappeared suddenly for no reason. My calls and messages aren't answered. Nobody knows where you were. Random strangers came asking about you. How can I not be worried? What were you expecting me to do? Sit there and be quiet about it? Is this what you expect from me?"

The tone in her voice was painful to hear. "No but…"

"You're now living alone with some guy whom I have never met or heard before. A man that I can't trust. This is not normal. You're hiding so much from me. It was never like this." Silence filled in between. Her voice was sad, disappointed. "Can you blame me?"

"Sorry."

A new fire bloomed. "I'm so sorry, forgive me. That's all you have been saying these few days. How can I not be worried when you are not normal? This is so tiring Daichi. I have enough of it."

Daichi took a long slow breath. Stay calm. Just stay calm and move slowly. "Can we can meet up and sort this out?"

A pause. "Where are you in school?"

"I am not in school. Can you come over to my place after school?"

"Is that Emiya going to be there?"

"No, he won't be here."

Another long pause before she answered. "Fine. I will see you later. You better have all the answers prepared." The call ended.

Selesia stepped under the police tape and entered the apartment. The curtains were drawn. The single light in the room flickered on and off. Each flicker casted shadows into the hallway. The main spectacle was in the centre of the room. A thick strand of rope hanging from the ceiling carrying a former life. She turned away as it gave her a bitter taste. Selesia said as Meteora joined her. "This is the second murder."

Meteora studied the scene, avoiding to touch anything such as the kitchen tools and stains on the floor. The forensic staff worked carefully, setting up markers for evidence and photographing them. She reached into her coat and pulled out a picture. "It is confirmed to be Tenkyu Kurakuma." Meteora asked the staff preparing to lower the body. "When did he pass away?"

The team leader answered. "Estimated time of death is around ten o clock last night."

Meteora gestured for Selesia to follow her. Outside the apartment, she continued while reaching for her phone. "This must be Chikujoin's doing. I'll warn the others to be careful."

The bright sunshine outside were a boon to the mood. Selesia glanced back towards the open door. "This is distasteful, to kill your own Creator." The story that Magane lived in would turn to a halt. What would be life inside a story stopped in time? If Matsubara died before finishing his work…A shiver went down her spine. She didn't want to find out. Best not to think too much about it.

Meteora finished her call and turned to Selesia. "There's probably some reason why she did it."

Selesia answered. "It's been a day, she could be anywhere by now." Tokyo was fortunate to have a very efficient public transportation system. However in this case, it made tracking someone difficult.

Meteora tapped a few commands. "I'll ask Archer to scout the surrounding areas while we gather clues here."

Selesia sighed. "That's assuming he will even accept it. That man has his own agenda." I'm not liking it any one bit.

"It is still worth trying despite such concerns. It would be in the best interest for the city after all."

"He didn't look happy about hearing Magane. Maybe he'll make a racket finding her. Speaking about incidents, Kikuchihara did say there was an unusual report about at Kita district last night. Could it be related to him?"

Meteora said. "Possible, there hasn't been any new arrivals thus far. He was injured when we encountered him."

"You're probably right." Selesia recalled vaguely about the report mentioning a broken roof. One made of concrete blocks. "Things are just so complicated."

"We are not designed to be proficient in this role."

Meteora's answer was correct. "Yeah, I get you. I'd like things to be simpler. See an enemy and hit it as hard as you can. Not all this running around and searching for answers." The redhead sighed. "Where do we go next?"

"There has been rumours on the Net about another Creation in Shinjuku. We should investigate." A final glance to the deceased before they continued the search to stop more bodies from following.

A cup of tea had helped eased the growing pit of worry in Daichi's stomach. The morning was spent been planning for the conversations he need to resolve. Kazuko, Shizuka and his parents. A glance to the clock. Three and a half into the evening. She should be here soon. The doorbell rang. Daichi took a deep breath. It would be the moment of truth.

He opened the door. Shizuka stood waiting. He gave a smile. "Hi." Their eyes met with silence. "Please come in, have a seat."

"Thank you Hideaki. You are very polite today." Her first reply and it stung. Shizuka entered the apartment but stood at the Genkan. "I don't want to spend a lot of time. Let's be quick."

"Sure." A chit chat by the shoe racks. She isn't making it easy.

"So, you weren't in school again." Their eyes met again. The twitch of her brow didn't feel good to him.

"I needed to get something done." Daichi lied. Keeping that eye from twitching was hard.

She frowned. "Well, here I am. You can go right ahead."

The plan, stick to the plan. Daichi took a quiet breath. "Shizuka, I get the point. You're worried about me more than anything. I'm really glad that you are." The hardest part. "Despite it all, I just can't tell you about it."

Red eyes narrowed. "You're starting to ramble again. The same thing, same excuses again and again. You could be a good music player." She placed a hand on her chest. "Am I that untrustworthy to you?"

"You don't understand the risks involved."

Her hands jerked forward. "Because you won't tell me anything." Her voice grew louder. "You're making that roundabout again. This is a waste of time."

"I don't have a choice." Daichi said.

Her stare intensified. "There is a choice. You could just have told the truth." A harsh sigh. "How many times do I need to ask you? Ugh, why won't you tell me?"

Daichi returned the stare. "I can't tell. It's for your own good."

The hard gaze shattered. She closed her eyes. "I always thought that I could believe in you. The way that you've been acting these few days. It's so strange. I can't imagine it that you'd become this way but its real." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "It hurts that you think of me so low."

Sorrow coasted along the heart. He can't give up. "It has to be done Shizuka. There's no other way. I can't afford getting you involved. If you ever got hurt, it'd stain my conscience."

Her watery eyes made the sorrow grow root. "Really Daichi, is this how you treat your friend of eight years? After everything that we've been through, this is all there is to it? If it is so dangerous, why can't you tell me? Can't you trust me?" Daichi had no answer. Everything he planned for, utterly useless.

She turned around. "I'll leave. You don't need to see me again. You don't need to hear a word from me, any longer. Goodbye."

Daichi felt a stab as she walked away. His hands wanted to reach out to her. Yet they couldn't. The door slammed shut as his legs felt weak. Collapsing onto the floor, the body lost all strength. I've failed.

The door opened. He looked up with hopes that were dashed from the towering form of Archer. The cold gaze that scared men. He couldn't care less. "To think I'd take a look and I see a mess. Idiot."

"How did you know?" Daichi felt the throat turning dry as sand.

Archer's words were filled with scorn. "When she comes out running after a minute, it's obvious."

"Ah…" Daichi dropped onto his back. "I'm really the worst."

"What the hell are you standing there for? On your foot boy. Get going and chase her you idiot." Archer beckoned.

"It's pointless. I've screwed it all up. There's no hope to it." Daichi bit back the growing pain. Surprise struck when he was lifted into the air.

Archer's eyes met deep into his. They were full of conviction. "This failure means nothing kid. No lives have been lost. Emotions may hurt but you are still alive. You can still fix it but you need to chase it down and do it."

Archer dropped him onto his feet. What I really want. He was out the door in seconds.

Daichi turned around the corner. Sprinting through the crowds, darting in between people. Shizuka's home is a half dozen blocks away. If he moved fast enough, he might catch her. She might run elsewhere but there was a chance.

Traffic was lighter when he passed by Tekigaiso Park. He caught a familiar face walking on the opposite end of the street. His feet stopped. Isn't that Mamika? The young girl's brown school uniform stood out. It wasn't a mistake. That was her, the Magical Slayer.

Information. It could prove vital for Archer and the others to use in this entire mess. Maybe they can convince them over to their side and help fight this Military Kid. Their goal needed their support. He should follow them.

Shizuka. He couldn't leave it be. If he stalled, he might not be able to find her. Leaving her to calm down would be too late. Archer said that it could be fixed but it was hard to believe. Confidence at all-time low. He didn't know if he could do it a second time. His heart might not take it.

An impasse. There was time to do only one. Shizuka or the mission. The dilemma hurt. Choose one or the either. Eyes closed shut as he made the decision. I'm sorry. Daichi turned to follow the Magical Slayer.

The pursuit was slow. The Magical girl was not aware of her surroundings. She strolled at a casual pace with a small paper bag, enjoying sights and sounds. It frustrated him seeing the oblivious girl going about, taking an occasional look at the trees and houses. Time was short, he wanted it to be done and dealt with. Get the answers and move on. If it was fast enough, there just might be enough time.

The young girl absently led him towards a park. Otaguro Park. It wasn't a big park. Some trees decorated the open plains, split into half by a small stream. Her purpose remains to be seen, why was she here? Mamika walked towards a bench. The bench had a plastic bag filled with something. Odd as it was unoccupied.

Mamika appeared confused. Did something happen? His balance shifted before the squeeze in the neck. Vision flickered black before he realised the tight grip around the neck. It was hard to breathe. A harsh feminine voice in his ear. "Who are you? What are your intentions?"

Panic spiked. Limbs flailed but strength rapidly faded to nothing. Mamika turned around and squeaked. "Wah, a stalker."

She let go a little for him to speak. A small gasp before he could say. "I'm… hoping to talk, with Mamika actually."

"How do you know about us?" The woman reeked of suspicion.

"I'm, a bystander, in all this." Daichi said.

Iron clad grip squeezed tighter. Reality flickered. "You are no bystander. Are you alone?"

It loosened enough for him to croak. "Yes, I am alone."

"Don't you realise how foolish you are to step into enemy territory without a weapon?" The grip tightened again around him. Uncomfortable became difficult to bear.

"I know. I am harmless so there's no danger." Daichi gasped through the choke.

"That is for us to say. I could kill you right here." The grip was tightening. Panic stricken, growing to overwhelm. He didn't want to die. Not like this.

He tried to scream, making a loud whisper. Black crawled deeper into his sight. No air left. A gamble he had to try. "Hold on. I'm here because I want to understand." Chest started to burn. "I want to know the reasons that you are fighting for."

"You creators know the reasons I fight for. That much is obvious."

"No, I don't. I haven't read your story or Mamika's in fact." Whoever she is, he didn't recognise her voice. A story that he had never watched. A pause from the woman. The burning was growing uncomfortable. "Can you tell me the story of your life?"

Waiting for the answer had never felt this long. The grip around his neck was lifted. Collapsing onto knees, he rubbed the neck to ease the gagging feeling. Fresh air never felt so good. A sick sense in the stomach churned as the throat felt sore. It took a moment to resist the urge to puke. Standing up on wobbly legs, he turned around to meet the attacker.

The woman was the knight on the flying horse the other day. Dressed in a black tunic with a skirt and green leggings, a complete contrast against the bulky armour. He remembered her name now. Alicetaria February, the main character from the Alicetaria of the Scarlet. Mamika's stare was discerning. The pink haired girl said. "Who are you?" He introduced himself with a raspy voice. "You could have just asked."

Daichi paused, unsure to answer. Was this girl too open about it? Alicetaria's face was similar to his opinion. The knight was an unknown factor. True to his word, he didn't know her well. Just enough to recognise the hot trends on the anime market.

"You are a fool for trying something like this." She nodded. "However, we have time to spare and you shall suffer."

The blonde pointed at the floor. "Settle down boy. It will be a long tale." He sat crossed legged onto the grass while the two girls had the bench. All three seated, Alicetaria began her story. "My world was dangerous. In a land where every living being fought to survive. Barring that would be annihilation."

"My kingdom, Holy Ulterstein had been in the war for decades. It could be against the demons, harpies or even amongst our own humankind. Killing and bloodshed had never been sold short." Alicetaria leaned back against the seat, eyes closed. "My upbringing as a young girl was peaceful for most part. Being a noble, a princess, I was kept safe in the deepest part of the capital."

"I thought life would be simple for me. Reach fifteen years old, find a prince of a neighbouring kingdom to marry and continue until I age and wither. When I think of it, that kind of life would kill me with its boredom."

"I always wanted to go out to the city. My father had been very adamant about it, being his only daughter and in turn, heir to the throne." Alicetaria smiled. "It was like yesterday when I sneaked out of the castle using a group of horse wagons. I didn't know where it was going or what it was for, all I appreciated it for was taking me out of the castle."

"At first I thought it would be going into the city. It didn't stop. The wagon continued on. Outside the city walls and onto the open plains. I was mesmerised more of the outside than terrified at my father's expected anger."

Mamika leaned forward. "What happened?"

"The convoy kept going until it reached the nearby village. There, I saw the unthinkable." The knight's eyes darkened. "A village, burnt to cinders with bodies within. The wagons were meant to carry the dead to their final resting place."

"I was terrified. Seeing those bodies, mutilated beyond recognition. Heads with cold frozen eyes that stare into you. The fear in their lips, frozen forever. The nearby river was fresh with their blood."

Mamika looked down, despondent. "That's horrible."

Daichi felt his voice cold as ice. "That is why you became a knight."

Alicetaria's eyes lit with fire. "I wanted to stop it from happening. As a princess and noble, it was my duty. My people had suffered for decades. I decided it was enough and started my training to become a knight."

"What about your father?"

"My father rejected the idea but I persisted. I trained my body every day. I would join the castle guards during their morning exercises. Despite my small stature, I would try to practice with the lance. My father eventually relented after seeing my efforts and endorsed my training to be a fully-fledged knight."

A gauntlet appeared out of thin air along her arm. The shape of a dragon's head. She stroked along its metallic surface. "Gotz von Berlichingen was passed down to me upon my graduation."

Daichi asked. "Have you ever regretted fighting for as long you have lived?"

Alicetaria smiled. "Never."

Daichi had nothing to say against such genuine emotion from the knight. He decided to ask. "Thank you very much for your story. Can I ask a question?"

"Speak your mind boy."

"I understand." He rubbed his head. "That we are not on the best terms but can we get along? There isn't a reason for us to fight each other. We can work together to make a compromise and resolve all this."

"Unfortunately, no." Alicetaria's features hardened. "That sage was saying that we cannot change the world or it would destroy this world." A twitch of the cheek. "Despite what she might say, I must try anyway. I cannot compromise anything for the safety of my kingdom. That is my one and only goal. You are now aware of that." He noticed a downcast gaze from the Magical Girl.

"I could try to do something about it. Maybe talk with your Creator-"

"Do not interfere. That is all I ask of you." A stern answer, eyes hard as steel. The knight glanced around. "It's getting late boy. You best run off now. The streets aren't safe these days."

"I can protect him." Mamika stood up and volunteered.

A hand pulled the magical girl down from the shoulder. "You will bring him more trouble by attracting the others. A bystander like him will have no chance of surviving." The younger girl's shoulders drooped in response.

Daichi glanced at the sky. Sunset was ending. There was nothing he can do now. He stood up. "Thank you for your time. I hope we can speak on better terms the next time we meet."

Mamika called out. "If you can, drop by again sometime. Just not with that mean Archer." Daichi nodded before turning to leave. A wave of the hand before he was off. Walking out of the park, he prayed in hopes. That there was still a chance to reconcile with a dear friend.

I really ought to exercise more. Sweat glistened as Daichi recovered his breath after running twelve blocks. Standing before the goal, the red door felt like the gate to Hell. The neighbours in the apartment wouldn't be around. She would be alone, her parents often worked late until the night. Nobody should interfere. He must do it. A cold finger rang the doorbell.

No response. He rang the bell few more times, holding back his voice. Don't Daichi. The door won't open if you speak a word. The door remained still. His eyes closed. The squeeze inside his chest was hard. She might not be in. Should he wait here or try to find her? Indecision ate at him. Worry grew, blanking thought.

He slammed an arm against the concrete balustrade. Pain throbbed but it let him think. Taking a deep breath, he waited. Staring at the wooden door felt forever. Sometimes, his eyes were playing tricks at him, movement of an inch. Only to realise it wasn't. The pain faded but the decision didn't.

It opened. The first he saw was red puffy eyes. It struck a chord through the heart. It must have hurt so painfully. His voice felt wobbly."Shizuka." She reached to close the door. He lunged his right arm. Pain exploded as the door jammed against his arm.

"Let go or I will call the police." Her voice was harsh to hear.

The door squeezed against his arm. He said through clenched teeth. "Listen to me. Please. That's all I ask." A pause before the pressure subsided. The door remained firmly in place as the arm throbbed painfully. "I want to say I'm sorry that I hurt you."

"It's too late to be sorry."

"Even so, I must say it."

"It doesn't stop the pain." Her voice, a sob. "You know that."

"I messed up horribly. I know you're frustrated. That you're trying to do the right thing." The pain throbbed. "Even so, my feelings are still true. I don't want you to be hurt. It hurts me not to be able to tell you about it but I don't have a choice. People can die if they knew about it. I don't want to lose you because of such a mistake. Because of one chance, it's too scary to think about it."

"How can you say such things?" The door pulled away. The dried lines along her cheek was another stab through him. "Can't you stop trying to be a hero? Why, are you trying to be, a martyr?"

Daichi squeezed a fist. "I'm sorry. I need to do this or I won't be able to live with myself."

"You've hurt yourself once to save me. Isn't that enough?" A tear. "You're, already my hero." It started to rain. "Just let it go."

Daichi turned away, unable to stand the sight. It was hard. To take any more of it. Feet urged to run, avoid seeing those painful eyes. "I can't. Others are counting on me."

Her gaze turned away. "I can't bear the idea of losing you. I've fallen for you ever since that accident four years ago."

Daichi stepped through the door. Their faces a step away. "I know."

"Then why. Why didn't you say anything?"

Daichi reached forward, a thumb brushing the tears away. "I, I was scared of saying anything. I was afraid of breaking the status quo. That you might run away for good. You think like I'm some hero but I'm not. I can't consider myself one."

She stroked gently across his cheek. "Don't be silly. You broke your legs to save me from that car." She leaned forward into his chest. "It was enough to be my hero."

"It was the right thing to do." Daichi felt the warmth in his chest. A silence as she nuzzled deeper. "I'm sorry. I really am." Staring at the red mess of hair, he reached out to stroke her hair. Silk to the touch that reached down to her neck.

"Once this is all over, can we start dating? For real." Shizuka nodded against his shirt. "Thank you. Shizuka, Thank you so much." He wished for this to last a little longer but it wouldn't be right. His hands pulled hers away with a gentle touch. "It's getting late. I'll…be going now." Lithe arms dived through and wrapped along his back.

"Stay with me tonight, please." Daichi nodded as his own arms dived around her. The floral scent of jasmine rushed through the nose. The clock ticked as they held each other in quiet embrace.

"I'm sorry for asking you to come here," Sota said as he glanced at the street. The brown benches outside the UDX Building made do as a comfortable place to sit and talk with a good eye for traffic in the area.

Meteora shook her head. "It's okay. Nakanogane said this place is perfect for doing research." Akihabara served as the central hub for anime and manga. The best choice to gather information on the Creations. "Right now he's searching a bookstore and I'll meet him later."

She will join the hunt for information with the Creator. As the common sayings in this world go, two birds with one stone. Moving back to the conversation, she asked. "What would you like to talk about?"

Sota mumbled something too soft to be heard before silence. Sota's shy demeanour was odd. Excessive compared to his usual self. "What happened Sota?"

"Nothing." Sota spoke. A bit too loud. Words that are too hasty. A questionable act.

She pushed the issue. Firm but gentle. "You must have some business with me. That's why you contacted me isn't it?"

Sota paused before staring at the ground. "Yes." It puzzled her. What would he be so doubtful about? It'll be best to wait until he is ready. Shy as he is, there was no harm to give him time.

She observed the streets. The crowds of people walked around to enjoy the weekends. A few tourists travelled about, talking with the maid girls in the cafes. These girls were a new cultural insight to her but they didn't pose as much interest compared to the food they were offering. She remember hearing one of the restaurants in Alizen was operating on a similar concept. Perhaps its birthplace was from here.

Sota clicked his tongue a few times. The indecision was troubling to hear. Perhaps a helping hand would do. She turned towards him as he asked. "By the way, did you get any new information?"

"Information. For now, we have managed to convinced Archer and Hideaki to join us." Selesia had been resistant on the idea about the Guardian. Meteora hoped that their relationship will smooth out as time permits.

"Anything else… like finding the person you are looking for?" A peculiar question from him. The way he was behaving felt odd even to her lack of social sense. Too tense.

Meteora obliged. "At the moment, we haven't found the identity of the Military Princess. That is why Nakagone is doing research in the nearby doujin stores for ideas. I will be joining him afterwards."

Sota turned away. "I, I see."

"There isn't anything conclusive but one of these locations must have an answer or a direction that we can use. It is a basis to our Creation after all." She noticed Sota returning his gaze to the floor. It was troubling. She said. "Are you worried about something?"

"No, no, not at all." Sota was a nervous boy.

Meteora felt the situation difficult to assess. What would be the optimal solution to answer for a boy who does not know how to speak about it? She decided to offer a lesson learnt during her younger days. "Being reflective and thinking quietly on your own is a good action. However if your burden is heavy, sharing it with someone isn't a bad idea."

Sota closed his eyes. "I recently… a lot has happened. I'm not sure where to start. Meteora, do you, never mind." He stood up.

She reached out. Her fingers grasped his hand. Cold, clammy skin. He turned down to see her smile. "I'm your friend. It's okay, please continue."

Her words worked for Sota said. "For example, what if there was a person and that person had a really important friend and that friend had a lot of talent."

Sota was entering his own world. "But, the harder that person tried, the more frustrated he felt. That person felt the world is unfair. Why did he have to struggle so hard while someone else was making it look so easy?"

Meteora understood the brevity of the situation. Not a simple matter. Sota continued. "That person started to resent that person's friend and feelings started to change. That person grew cold towards his friend. But I never meant it."

Meteora continued to listen asSota closed his eyes. "In the end, what should have that person done?"

A regret in the past. A broken hole that needs to be mended. There wasn't much in her social experience to guide her on this matter. Meteora gave the best answer she knew. "Does that person want to be forgiven?" He looked at her. "If he does want to be forgiven then there is only one path. That person should try to get better than his friend and then help his friend. One can go travel fast on a path alone, however a group can travel farther than their original limits."

A memory returned. Youth filled with solitude and loneliness. There were no children in the library excepting her. "Jealousy and envy, we shouldn't deny that we feel these emotions. We should use them as hints to help us work on things seriously. However if you pretend they don't exist, they turn into filth and it will build up inside you."

It was a difficult lesson and carried a price. "Once it grows too much, it will leak out somewhere and contaminate your heart and harm the other person. A negative cycle begins which will spiral deeper until it is stopped." She stopped, there was no need for the gritty details. "I hope I was able to answer your questions. What do you think Sota?"

"I…think so." Sota gave a faint smile. A small change but a good one.

Meteora stood up. "I am glad to hear that. Do you feel better talking about it?"

"A little. I'm glad, that you are willing to talk." He said.

"Think nothing of it. We are willing to help when we have the chance."

"I didn't feel so sure about that. I'm sorry for thinking otherwise."

"Because of Archer is he not? I admit that he has not been on friendly terms."

Sota turned away. "He's not a sociable person but he can be a good ally. Archer is strong that it's scary when you know the limits of his abilities."

"I understand that he has an ability to create a pseudo reality. However heroes like us are not invulnerable. We feel pain and emotions just as anyone other person. We just persevere better against the odds." She wrapped her hand around his. A tad more warmth to it. "If you need to talk more, do not hesitate to call me. I am your friend and you can trust me."

"Thank you Meteora. I really do."

Sota Mizushino let his mind wander while walking along the streets of Akihabara. The quiet moment with Meteora helped to lift his shoulders. A spark of light in the cloud of darkness. That threatened to engulf him with its bile of envy and jealousy. Her advice are well met, just some far too late.

He hadn't realised how far he had walked, reaching towards the end of the street. He was too absorbed in his thoughts. Somewhere within, there just might be an answer. That light, a small hope in redemption.

"Maid Cafe, Warming Heart." A feminine voice rang in his ears. The girl dressed in a maid uniform came closer as he walked on. "You over there with the straight face, how about it?"

Spending time in a maid cafe? No, it wasn't right. He should go home since the train station was a few corners away. "No, I'm…"

He didn't finish. "You finished your date with Meteora."

Blood froze. Cold worry flushed across the skin. Widened eyes turned to see a familiar face. A face that shouldn't be here. "Chikujoin."

The girl struck a finger at his face. "Best answer. Bingo I turned into a Miracle Maid." She spun around before cupping her hands to her smiling face. "That's right, I'm Magane Chikujoin. Peace Yeah." Sota did not understand. How was she here? Standing out in the open just like that?

"Well, that's enough of that." Chikujoin darted forward, reaching for his arm. He was dragged to the dark corner around the store. "Even I was shocked and amazed. I've never heard someone gloss over so many things at once. Right Sota?"

Huh? They never met before. What did she mean? Impossible. Just…how? "How, do you know my name?"

"It's me. Magane knows anything and everything." That grin of hers grew wider by the moment. "Meteora said your name just now." That smile of hers. The chortling laugh. They were scary. No, terrifying. "Anyone could find that out just by listening carefully for a bit."

Did she hear everything? That moment supposed to be private! Angry, that's what he needs to be yet all he felt was the fear tingling in his bones. Why can't he say anything? Why did he feel so powerless?

Chikujoin held a pamphlet in front of him. "That reminds me, you were talking to the enemy magical girl in secret in a cafe the other day too." She tore it in half. "You've let your guard down, Sota."

Even… that? There was no voice to answer her. She rambled on. "Well anyway, beautiful stories are nice aren't they? They're so soft and fluffy without even the slightest hint of responsibility." Papers ripped into quarter their size. "You on the other hand, you're not the main character of a story like that right?"

Sota was at a loss. What was she doing? How much more was known? How far had she dived into his past? Did she know about that? The shivers in his back grew closer.

Her eyes gleamed. "Do you think you can get off that easily?" Her canines were razor sharp and hungry. He was the prey. Powerless to stop against her. Quarters shredded into eighths. "In a world that's as messed up as this. Well that doesn't matter but it was fun listening even though you were mincing your words."

Strength to answer finally returned, feeble to her energy. "What are you talking about?"

She leaned close towards his face. "I'm talking about something you want to hide no matter what. If you don't hide it, your wounds would get exposed. Your open, pus filled wounds. Your wounds. For example, that friend you were talking about. I wonder where that person is now and what she's doing. What if…"

"She doesn't exist anymore?" Mind blanked. A cold restart into panic. The fear was bolted along the skin. Cold sweat along the cheeks. The collar felt suffocating. Legs felt like giving way. Throat tightened, speechless. How did she know? She didn't exist then. The mind was on fire. He never spoke about it to anyone.

Her smiled widened. Scraps of paper were tossed to the sky. Just like his mind. "How does she know? That's what the look on your face says. I love looking at dumb faces like that." The laughing echoes of a devil rang in his ears. His body felt heavy like lead, leaning against the wall for support.

The maid sneered. "Don't worry. I haven't the slightest intention of spreading negative gossip. Would you believe me? Oh, you have no choice but to believe me. Yes, that's right. As a mark of our friendship, how about going on a lovey dovey date with me?"

No…

She grabbed his phone from his pocket. "We have to exchange info so that we can stay connected anywhere, anytime." No, she shouldn't do that. He was powerless to resist. Those eyes of hers. They don't belong to a normal person.

Chikujoin tapped a few keys on her phone. "Here we go." Putting them together, the phone beeped before she returned it to him. "If you ignore my messages, I'm going to cry."

Nothing makes sense. Why him? What does she want him for? Sota squeezed his throat before he forced an answer. "What, do you want from me?"

"You've glossed so many details with the young girl. I don't even know where to start. About your new party, about this Altair and all that. You feel so peculiar to hide everything inside yet you told everything to this girl that you don't know very well."

The talk with Mamika that day. It was only supposed to be the two of them. Chikujoin pressed her fingers together. "Say Sota, I want you to tell me more about this Archer."

Archer, the first man he feared. Now this girl surpassed him. Leagues ahead. The words were croaked out. "Why?"

"You were going oh wow he is so strong and scary with his abilities and everything. All that speech sounds interesting." Her smile was sinister to the core. "I want it."

Crickets echoed the lonely mood along with the occasional drop of water behind the wall. Gai Takarada lied down on the bed. A prisoner in his own country. The smallest slivers of light came from the grill of metal bars above him. A full moon tonight. How long had he been here? It hurt to be imprisoned by his own character. If Kiyoshi was here, he'd be laughing it up.

Alicetaria February, proud knight of Ulterstein. Proud with honour, that was what he expected to ingrain. When he first seen her, he was surprised. Astounded by the regal bearing and charisma that she carried with pride. The next was hope. His character became a reality. He didn't understand how it happened but it felt good. A light grown from the seed of the creation.

Surprise was crushed when she carried him out of his office on her horse, Silford. Made unconscious, she carried him somewhere far and casted him into a cage, forced to do her bidding. That hope was broken by the walls of deception. The red bricks carried a tinge of disappointment and growing resentment.

Imprisoned, the blasted woman asked, no, demanded him to do the impossible. Revise the story. Make it a happy ever after. She had brought his work to him, all intact fortunately. That was the most precious thing he had right now. Finding valuable ideas in the midst of deadlines was a nightmare.

Impossible, just impossible. Thinking about the idea made him reek with disgust. The challenge was too great. Every instinct in his author skills had no answer. They abhorred it. It was just not doable without it being a horrible mess. Nobody would accept it.

He swallowed his pride and broke every rule imaginable to achieve it. The revisions made apparently didn't satisfy Alicetaria. Brought before the young military girl, he had been brought to knees when the other Creations he surmised bickered about making the reality in this world change.

Back then he had thought. How could such things exist? This world had nothing special that defied Mother Nature. How could imaginary beings come to life? Yet they were there, talking without a care of his existence. The most important part of the argument was the word this 'Princess' said.

"Disturb the world enough, make it crack and crumble. Once you do that, the powers of the Creator becomes clear." The way that girl spoke, while so young was terrifying. For they were cold and without mercy.

Returned to the cage, Takarada was tasked to make more changes. More unreasonable changes to the story. A new deadline had been set and much closer. He had been staring at the page for hours. A blank piece of paper was the result.

There wasn't much time. She wanted the task done quickly or there would be consequences. Progress was abysmal and another two nights left until the deadline. He wrapped his cold hands together. They were shaking. Is this what despair feels like? He curled into a ball and prayed.

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Author's Notes:

Thanks for reading Beyond Worlds. I hope you enjoyed the chapter.

First and foremost apologies for the few days of delay. Work has been very busy and I didn't like the chapter in its current state (again). However after brainstorming about it, I decided to proceed.

Second, thanks for your comments and reviews. I hope to hear more from you readers. This chapter starts the process to cut down Daichi's screen time and expand further on our other casts such as our other Main Character – Sota Mizushino.

Shizuka now has a conclusion. Originally her purpose was nonexistent but opportunities appeared and I used them to make something of value for the original cast since nothing much happened during this part of the overall timeline. This also starts the blending for our beloved Fate Universe into this story and also inclusion of Fanfiction, a potential gold mine within this entire premise that has not been touched.

Third, I am struggling and will probably continue to struggle to bring better character for the Re:Creators side. That is a fact. Nevertheless with my weak skills, I'll continue to work on it and try to make something everyone can enjoy.

Fourth, the progress of the chapter updates will be listed on my profile so you can monitor it at your leisure and adjust expectations. Miscellaneous information will be displayed there. Beta reader request remains valid and I appreciate any help (review, PM, information) whatsoever.

I am unsure if I can maintain this pace due to the exponential increase of expected workload in the coming months. However I shall continue to maintain proceeding with the plan. In the case where I consider myself unable to finish it, this project will ideally be handed to someone else (Overall completion is at 75% excluding revisions and edits). This project will be completed, just finished by whom. That is my promise.

I thank you again for reading this chapter and see you soon.

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