#0 ¿Sientes el calor?
He could feel it in his mouth.
The taste of iron was the only thing on his tongue as the vital liquid trickled out of the corners of his mouth.
His body seemed to perfectly imitate a scene from a horror movie, guts scattered on the floor.
Arms and legs broken or extracted from the body itself. It would not be wrong to call it a torso with a head.
Truly a pathetic sight.
Thought the boy with no small amount of contempt.
Every second the heat was leaving his body as his eyes lost the glow of life. Like a faint flame about to be extinguished, his end was not far off.
An agonized scream escaped from his mouth, breaking with the silent atmosphere of the night.
No one could help him.
Emiya Shirou would die in silence. Alone and abandoned in the gloomy streets of Fuyuki.
...
...
...
An unprecedented anomaly occurred, the boy awoke in a familiar looking dojo while being instructed by what appeared to be his beloved older sister, the great tiger of Fuyuki.
The rules were meant to be broken.
With a window and a text before his eyes, the red-haired boy made a decision. One that would change everything.
For there to be happiness, destiny had to be changed.
[New Game]
Stiffening his resolve he unhesitatingly pressed the affirmative option. What did he have to lose?
He had already died, and in a rather agonizing way, he didn't think there was anything worse than that.
He was not going to back down, and if to change fate he had to get his hands dirty. He was not going to hesitate to do so.
The journey of the Fake Foreigner thus saw its beginning...
His bitter and painful quest without end.
...
Shirou's mind went blank for a few small moments. He could not believe it.
A figure that looked familiar from the thousands of memories of his alternate selves made his head ache.
The figure in front of him was definitely not one that he would have believed could be present.
Much less one that would have answered his call.
Not after how awkward those times had been and on the terms they had parted on that occasion.
- ...Emiya - She murmured as she looked at him with longing and restrained anger.
Shirou couldn't help but blink and feel his mouth go dry.
Beautiful long white hair slicked back...
Moonlight shining as if it were a spotlight present just for her.
For the first time, Emiya Shirou questioned himself about whether he had some sort of strange fetish.
Perhaps it was a thing shared by father and son. Both had ended up under the spell of whitish-haired women.
He wore a black suit somewhat tight to his body highlighting his excellent figure, gloves of the same color on his hands.
A blue trench coat with golden touches that accentuated that malevolent and arrogant aura that surrounded her.
He swallowed what little saliva he had in his mouth as he watched her scowl at him. A fixed disdain in her eyes, she held a great grudge against him and there was no way he couldn't tell.
A black Katana sheathed at her side.
Obviously ignoring Lancer, who was beginning to feel annoyed and somewhat uncomfortable with how he was being ignored.
Even with an annoyed expression, her face did not lose its great beauty.
Without a doubt she was a demon, without smiling, laughing or even the slightest hint of positive recognition.
She could already dominate you with her charm.
It may not have been a skill of Sparda's daughter, but it was definitely one of her talents.
- I ask you, are you my Master? - He could hear her teeth gnashing with fury, the tone used far from being respectful was almost mechanical, as if she had said it more out of obligation than because she really wanted to say it.
It really wouldn't surprise him if that was the case.
Shirou was surprised when he found himself smiling in her direction... Even if he knew that smiling at her only irritated her even more.
He was sure, even if the path he was following led him to hell.
This moment would forever remain etched in his memories.
...
Immediately after saying what she should, Saber moved at full speed, intercepting the surprise attack that Lancer had sent.
Watching the battle, the boy came out of his reverie.
- Trace On - Words with great power were spoken softly, one that would be hard to hear even without the sound of battle being present.
Virginia actually enjoyed toying with her opponents a bit, if anything as much as she wouldn't admit it she and Dante shared that same trait.
The forge was initiated.
Ebony and Ivory appeared in her hands. She knew that if Dante found out she had created two pistols and had taken the name of her own to name them he probably would have choked with laughter.
...Or he would have been pissed off at how he had blatantly created a fake of his babies, who knows.
In any case, it was time for the lead actor to come out to introduce himself. He couldn't leave all the fun to Saber.
The start was wrong, the method was not right.
But the anomaly had been influenced by its various incarnations. Therefore it was considered a success.
With a smile hanging on his face, the sound of bullets being fired.
His body strengthened to the max and he lunged forward. He let himself go completely, what little rationality he had had been completely flushed down the toilet.
He just wanted to let loose and fight.
No more good boy.
The war was on, being proactive was necessary.
Staying like a turtle with his head in his shell was tempting, but the idea of fighting alongside his Servant was much more so.
He had already made his decision. One he was sure he would not regret.
The passive approach was not going to give him the happy ending he wanted so badly, if he wanted it he would have to take it tooth and nail.
Gotta let it out.
Lancer wouldn't even know what hit him.
Pull the Trigger.
...
Rin panicked as she had Archer take her to Emiya's home.
Her Servant sighed exaggeratedly to annoy her on purpose.
Which did nothing besides annoy her, though she appreciated the gesture of at least trying to distract her so she could relax a bit.
Dressed like an old-fashioned Rocker, with white hair with black locks. His violet eyes carried an incessant weariness. An aura both frivolous and powerful surrounded him.
Disappointment was clear in the girl's gaze as she thought of the Servant she had summoned.
Who was Grey supposed to be, was he really sure enough that she would know of his legend?
Perhaps a pseudonym and nothing more, it wasn't uncommon for a Servant to use them with their Masters. Much less that they preferred to be called by that kind of over-name than by that of their Servant Class.
Savage and obedient.
They were definitely the right words to describe the man.
In fact, he was surprised his class wasn't Berserker. But they were unimportant things if held in comparison to the fact that he had to stop Lancer.
If Emiya managed to live, at least the gem he spent on him would not have been an object used in vain. She couldn't wait to rub it in Kotomine's face as she made it clear that although a novice she could certainly corner Lancer and not only that defeat him.
And all using only one Archer.
Grey sighed regretfully, in his mind the idea of leaving the heiress tied up in a tree and using her as bait began to form.
Wanting to give in to that shrill little voice telling him to do it was the last thing he needed.
I couldn't resist it, I wanted to get it out earlier but I hadn't finished it XD
I'm sleepy so I'll most likely edit it tomorrow as soon as I get a chance.