The First steps.

Morning at the Tohsaka manor came earlier than expected. For the new tenant it was bliss, for the owner, well let me come back at her later. However for the silver haired man, the newly summoned and proclaimed servant of the landlord, it was the first calm night he had. He felt like resurrected from the dead. The sun only peaked under the horizon but he was up and running. Dante walked up to the window and took his first good look at the city he was in. It looked different from his home town; it seemed much cleaner and by the looks of it much calmer. No need to worry about someone slitting your throat in an alley for a pocket charge.

He opened the window and took a deep sip of the morning air. It was cold and refreshing. He stood by, sunken in deep thought. So many things to do… He wanted to go scouting, meaning hanging around the city, eating quality food again, in other words pizza and ice-cream, and maybe some steak. By the way a new wardrobe would be nice to. But first and foremost, he needed a shower.

After a brief exploration he found the place of his desires, it was an added bonus that the aforementioned facility, which the Hell-realm considerably lacked, was indeed a shower and not one of those furos or whatever the japs are calling them. He closed the dressing room door and begun to strip to the buff, folding his clothes in the process, and piled them on a little shelf. The man even found a white towel ready for the take. In good spirits and Queen's "We are the champions" song on his lips he entered the shower.

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In a room not so far away, lay the master of the house in her cozy blankets doing her best to ignore the ringing of her alarm clock but to no avail. For Tohsaka Rin this morning was a morning of migraines. The girls still exhausted both mentally and physically by the events of last night. With great pain a lonely arm appeared under the blanket shutting up the irritating device for good. The girl got out of bed with the grace of a drunken sailor and slalomed trough her room in her nightgown in a stupor like mind state. With half-closed eyes she finally reached her door, desperately looking for the accursed knob. Her only humanly recognizable though being: "I really need a shower." As she reached her living room some minor thoughts have also entered her mind like: "Was my room always so spacious?" Or the little voice in her head, barely audible which was nagging her that maybe she have missed something important. But these were all dismissed in favor of the dominant one.

In blessed ignorance she phased trough the empty living room straight forward to her bathroom. She opened the door to the dressing area. In there she casually cast away her clothes. First the gown left her shapely bosom, and then the frilly panty was taken from her cute bottom. She just needed to grab her towel…"Ara! Where is it then? Ah, who cares?" With a shrug she opened the door to the showering area, tuning out the sight of red clothes folded nearby.

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In the bathing area a currently wet and by the looks of it, slightly displeased devil hunter was having a starring contest with his other self in the mirror. "This will be hard to explain." thought the man. Upon exiting the cabin, the man came eye to eye with his image reflected by a big mirror on the wall. Here comes the question: What is wrong in the picture? The answer: Him, or rather his age. Looks like spending a couple of years in Hell turned out to be quite beneficent for his health, which considered the implications is a major paradox itself, but hey who is he to complain. The man in the mirror looked exactly like him when he was twenty, and seemingly brought back some of his quirks which he was supposed to have lost through the ages. Well nothing to worry about, even if someone decided to push the reset switch on him. He had a good night sleep, a warm shower, and the only thing that was missing was a…

In that moment the door came open and in threshold stood his wannabe master. Butt naked. She also looked like someone suffering from a major hangover. It was apparent that the girl was still in the middle of waking up, and in the middle of giving him a great show ala gratis. He was only grateful that the towel he loaned cowered up all of his reactions to this unannounced meeting. Before he even had a chance to address the situation, the girl began to feel him up; caressing his chest, with a slightly disturbing smile, and eyeing his nether regions. Dante was apparent that someone was having a hell lot of fun at his expense. "Well two can play the game as well." thought the man, so he also took a good look at the eye candy presented to him, deducting that clothes didn't do the girl just. She was bustier then at first sight. A really good catch. "Stop! Temper man, temper!" Reprehended himself the hunter as his thoughts sailed to more dangerous waters. He was able to catch the aforementioned girl belittling herself being to desperate, to even thing on things like this so the ever helpful Dante decided to share his wisdom with the woman in need.

"Then you should get a boyfriend. I mean look at you! If I were a few years younger I would totally go for you." all is good thought the man, but a little late he added " Oh, and you're naked by the way, not that I mind Missy…"

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Rin Tohsaka, had a dark secret only a few were aware; she was not a morning person. In a mansion where you lived alone it hardly mattered, so she wasn't even trying to behave with the elegance a Tohsaka was supposed to. Yes, if you lived alone none of it mattered. So with the routine of years gone by she approached her morning routine like always: Only deal with the world after the shower!

She ignored the little voice in her head already screaming at her, and opened the door to her shower. There she did find something amiss. Or rather something added. In the room before her eyes stood a man, barely three feet away, with muscular built, tall and wet. His shoulders steamed lightly indicating he must have recently finished his shower, and his fuzzy hair gave him this wild look, that screamed sexuality. Oh and he only had a white towel on his waist barely covering his tight. He stood there like a present from the good to desperate women. He was too good to be true.

"There is no way something like this actually happening" Concluded the petite mage "I must be still half asleep." The next words, involuntary or not, came out of her mouth in a resigned manner. "I must be really desperate if I have dreams like this." She shifted her right arm, and pushed against the illusion trying to cast it away, only to feel resistance. This illusion turned out to be very sturdy. And felt kinda nice… "Hmm…not bad. I wonder…" She held her thoughts for a moment as her sight wandered to some place, more gender specific. "I must have arrived at a low point to even consider something like that." whined the girl. She was about to pinch herself when a strangely familiar sound greeted her ears. Something about her being attractive enough to get a boyfriend, and calling her…Missy!? Wait a minute, she knew that voice. That annoying, irritating, smug, and…and…and… Oh God please no! Her face dimmed and her eyes widened as recognition finally settled in. "No, no, no, no!" Screamed the girl in her mind, thus then time seemed to stop.

Rin's mind entered into a reboot process. She was considered a genius and prided herself being absolutely analytical. Those traits came handy by magecraft and schoolwork, unfortunately the same mind was trying to give her some desperately sought answers to the everlasting question: Why? Only to came up empty. After a couple of seconds as she calmed and collected herself did she realize the more scary implications this encounter brought.

First, she showed herself to a man. Second she felt up the aforementioned man. But the worst part was that she was sure that she enjoyed it. She had to get rid of these thoughts, fast. Fortunately the man was nowhere to be seen, thus she could finish her quest for the long, very cold shower.

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In the kitchen a very irritated woman was eyeing up a white haired man, sitting across her at the table musing over some of the context of throwaways. His legs were stocked up on a second chair, and before him was a cup of tea filling the room with nice aroma. The silence was deafening. After a couple of minutes the pigtailed girl had enough and decided to break the stalemate. "That never happened! Understood?"

"Sure." Spoke the man, uncaring and oblivious to the fact that his behavior only further irritated his little Mistress.

"You seem to be rather calm about this." inquired the girl. After the incident she made sure her Sevant wasn't around when she went back to her room. When she finished dressing she found the man fully dressed, sitting by the kitchen table. He was reading some junk mail, and asked her if she wanted some tea. But otherwise nothing! He didn't apologized, nor had he the decency to blush when she came out of her room and met her again. Rin, even if she considered herself a magus first and for all, was still a girl. Being in shape thanks to martial art training, and occupying the most sought after girl in school gave her a couple of gimmicks, her being "hot" as some of her classmates called her. In a nutshell she was prided about her body, but this…thing across her regarded her like chopped liver. The girls pride took a serious blow even if it was subconscious.

"I used to live with three women at one go." In Dantes eyes this thing was not even worth mentioning. Sure he got an eyeful but, nothing else. In his opinion the girl was making needless fuss about it. With this comment he considered the conversation finished.

Unfortunately it had the opposite effect. The girl gaping at him stuttering "With th...three!?" it was a surprise for Rin even if it shouldn't. In many epic stories the hero had more than one romantic encounter, and some of them were known to have had harems. It was in a twisted way logical; the poor girl simply never had the need to take these things into consideration. "I should have prepared better" thought Rin desperately.

Dante suddenly looked up from his pares, and puckered his brows indicating some deep thoughts. "Actually make that two women and a child" continued the hunter after a brief pause.

"Whut?" was the only intelligent word the Tohsaka heir could muster. Then she saw him frown again.

In Dante's head a very irritate guitar was currently giving him a strafe with all her might. "You ungrateful cur! Two…no, three-timing idiot! Am I not even worth mentioning anymore? Do I really count so little to you?"

"Really after all this time one would assume he learned how to manage his affairs better, but no…" remarked the now fully awake Gilgamesh.

Dante closed his eyes and lifted up his index finger with a stoic expression. "I stand corrected" Begun the man, but was interrupted by Rin. "Stop! Too much info." She stood up calmly examining her watch. Inside she was anything but calm. As her Servant begun to…well…think, she for some reason felt most uncomfortable. It was weird; she felt something change within her Servant. Still she had more important matters to attend to, like keeping her perfect attendance. She took her bag already prepared at the door ready to depart. "Hurry up will you!" called the petite Master.

Dante slowly disengaged from the table, he walked up to the girl taking his jacket from the hanger.

"Where are we going?" asked the man, now giving her full of his attention.

"School." answered Rin immediately.

"Come again?" Dante was sure he misunderstood something. "You want to play urban war and go to school at the same time?" Stopping just a couple of inches ahead of the girl, looking at her like she grew a second head.

"You heard right, even though I am a Master I don't intend to change my lifestyle." explained Rin "Besides a battle between Masters is something that should be done out of public view. So if we are at school, where there are lots of people, I don't think we'll see any kind of surprise attacks."

"I suppose." told the man uneasy. "Well lead the way missy."

"I told you to not call me that." With this out of her system Rin opened her front door and stepped out on the streets of Fuyuki.

It was still early by most standards, although today was warmer, and more people were on the streets as usual. Rin finally was feeling content, waltzing down the street greeted by the friendly neighborhood. She also could feel the envious eyes of the women on her. Come to think of it. Why were the by passers eyeing her so intensely? And why were some of them chanting; gaijin…oh wait! No he can't be that stupid can he? Surely her Servant would turn into spirit form before venturing out. "Please whatever god there is; don't let him stand behind me." Pleaded the girl, but alas god must have had more urgent business, because sure there he stood, the bane of her existence. Without thinking she grabbed the man and showed him in the nearest alley, and gave him the meanest look she could muster. In a tone that was more like hissing she asked: "Why?"

"What why?"

"Why are you not in spirit form?" to give weight to her irritation she was holding the man by his shirt pressing him on the wall of the alley.

"Is that a problem?" answered the man.

"Just what about the word secrecy do you don't understand?" Her hands were beginning to turn white by the force she squeezed his choker. "Do you want me to get killed? Or are you just this plain stupid!"

"Alright I get it" tried Dante "spirit form it is. Now how do you do that?"

"Don't mock me!" hissed Rin.

"I am not." They stayed there a couple of seconds staring at each other "Well, you are right this set isn't really good for blending in" indicated Dante his red attire "I am going to get something more appropriate." He took a couple of steps "I saw a boutique nearby, just give me a sec."

Rin didn't know that to do. First time in her life and she was without options. With every second left The Grail seemed more distant than ever. There was only one thing she could try, but she really didn't want: Kotomine Kirei. Even if the man was no better than any propitious priest, he at least knew his way around the ritual. There was no way around it…unfortunately.

"Rin? That's a rare sight. What are you doing here?"A familiar voice echoed in Rins ear. She got knocked out of her musings, she immediately turned around to face the source. It was Mitsuzuri Ayako. Again.

"Mitsuzuri sempai! What are you doing here?" gasped Rin. This was bad. If she had heard the conversation… "No she couldn't, you only have to smile. Let's just play it cool." thought the girl and put on her most convincing smile.

"I live just around the corner. My parents have a small shop right there." pointed the girl toward a building in the opposite direction."More importantly wasn't here someone with you? I could swear I…"

"No, of course not! I barely know anybody around here…" Rin was sweating bullets "Please just take it, don't ask, don't ask."

"You are suspicious!" declared Ayako in monotone.

"And you are over thinking things as usual! "Countered Rin.

"Am I…?" Asked Ayako in a bored tone "Then who is that?"

"Who is who?" asked Rin feigning ignorance.

Ayako only raised an eyebrow and pointed her indexfinger behind Rin, before answering "The hunk behind you."

"Bummer" thought Rin. She turned around expecting the worse but she got a pleasant surprise. Her Servant was wearing casual clothes made up by a dark jeans and a blue t-shirt. She also took notion of a silver necklace ornate with a huge red gem. If it weren't for the hair he could pass as a normal human being.

"Well?" asked Mitsuzuri.

Note: the first chapter has been rewritten and updated. It is done. Also my beta is in Hell because of my grammar and phonetics.

He is correcting chapter 5-6 now and I am writing chapter 7. We will update faster probably...