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Prologue
-.O.0.o.0.O.-
Hell.
Inside this hell, flames brake loose, screams of agony and dispair filled the area. Pain and suffering only exists there.
A child in the middle of all of this hears it, the screaming of hopelessness consumed with flames that brought death and darkness.
Help me!...
Save us!...
Please, I beg of you!...
Somebody! Anybody!...
Their hope crushed by the endless sea of flames. Like hell, there was no mercy to begin with.
Buildings and the surroundings were all in flames and are destroyed, not leaving a single safe-haven.
Everyone was not safe in this hell. Children and people turned to ashes, burnt charcoal bodies as they walk through the flames of hell.
Mommy!...
Baby! Where are you?!...
Onii-chan!..
Don't worry, I'm here...
Parents searching for their sons and daughters. Children and siblings all alone, scared and hugging each other as they continue crying in an area of hell, waiting for somebody to help them. But as they wait, could only be claimed by death.
Screaming only to find their loved ones dead. They await for the flames to consume their very life. As they too joined them, leaving corpses of ashes.
The child continues on his straight path, struggling to the bitter end, ignoring the pleas and cries of the people around him as he found himself coughing.
Noticing his eyesight failing on him, his body aching to stop, the pain to keep moving forward. All of it demands rest. But the child continues on, trying to stand tall.
The night shines bright, the smoke filled the air, corpses all around here and there, in all this hell, to those who dare, flames combust and came to life, red flowers grew and rise from strife, consume and end their lives, to those who survives, for not at dawn, become ashes to come.
On the brightest night and the brightest flames, the child, Noctis, collapsed.
In all his adventures, full of near- death experience. This was not the first experience for him.
Seeing the moon and its light, all in thought that came again and again.
"Is this my end?"
Before this very scene was like the time he had tried to save his kingdom. The former king said, his eyes closing in full regret.
"I am very sorry Luna, Prompto, Gladiolus, Ignis.
I could not finish my promise, dad."
"I will soon join you all."
As he closes his eyes from this thought, ready to give out.
But before he let rest envelope him, something wet came contact to his face.
As Noctis opened his eyes once more, only to see someone holding him and eyes full of relief and happiness as tears falling towards Noctis' own face.
He didn't feel like suffocating anymore. And more than that, he felt refreshed. Though the tears that was holding him still falls, he felt its warmth.
And at this moment. A thought came in mind for the king as he saw the face of his savior.
The face that was very complicated yet, it focused more on the positive emotions. There was happiness, hope, relief and... sadness.
"Will I... be as happy as him?"
Looking at the face of happiness,
the night shines endless,
showered with its light,
as the king shuts his eyes tight.
And thus a miracle happend in this hell.
Had ever to dwell.
News came to tell.
That ends the 4th Holy Grail War.
Another will come but not as far.
For this time it will choose its start.
As the Grail will soon take a heart.
Making wishes that grants with art.
-.O.0.o.0.O.-
10 years later...
In the middle of the only school of Fuyuki City. In Class-C, second year high. A student on his chair naps in the middle of class. The teachers already are not bothered by this.
Because even if you wake up this snorlax to answer the question, said question would be immedietly answered by a barrage of questions with different kinds. In simple words, he never bothered to answer. And it all happened when Noctis started going to school. Though he already have finished school, twice if not mistaken.
He absolutely have no problems in the other subjects but concerning in history would make him hopeless. This was not his world after all, though he was fascinated by how close it looked to his world. But still, there was no flying cars in this modern era unlike to said prediction of the 90's or 80's.
Noctis enjoyed the quiet life, sleeping here and there, not much chaos truly happens. And he still never forget to train himself, the same Gladiolus routine way. Though he sometimes do the "Immortal One's way" of training which was told to bring nightmares.
Why train? Because of the body change, he could not even hold any weapons from his arsenal. Even daggers were kinda hard to hold in doing it for a long time. But his change was also good, he was getting better in his attack speed and attacks like he was attributed to swords.
The problem was that he didn't look the same as he used to before, his black hair turned auburn (or orange/red if you look more closely) and more importantly his blue eyes that of the same color of his mom was turned into amber(gold). It was a big deal for him, it was his only connection and resemblance for his mother. Even though his body has changed, his blood still remains the same.
He was adopted by Emiya Kiritsugu after the events of Fuyuki Fire. Kiritsugu had told Noctis that he was a magnus, ones that walk with death, wields magecraft etc., etc., he really never bothered with it. After all he already have magic flowing in him, for the reason is his royal blood. The Lucis Caelum bloodline, the one that holds the power of kings.
Kiritsugu wished for Noctis only to have a simple life and the former king agreed. Leaving Noctis from any magic or magecraft shenanigens. Kiritsugu had still kept his blank face, yet something was bothering him.
Noctis admired Kiritsugu for all his deeds. If possible, Kiritsugu would be awarded when Noctis was a king back then.
The former king's waking call came like usual.
"Senpai, its time to wake up." A voice reached his ears. Noctis opening his eyes to see a beautiful purple-haired girl smiling at him, even though his vision is still blurry.
He gathered his focus as he saw her. Matou Sakura. At one time, Noctis with his disgust for bullies, was fighting them. Due to the reality of someone not to use magic in the surrounding of modern people, he could not use Phase or Warp but is still very knowlegable when it came to fighting. Though he was still injured in the brawl, Sakura came and bandaged for him.
"Can I still have some sleep, please?" Noctis blinking his eyes, still drowsy and yawning. So he asked and was slightly scared after the change on her face.
Sakura giggled,"Ufufu... No Senpai, the bell has already rung for quite a while. Almost all of the students and teachers have already left."
"Is that-" Before Noctis was ever to complete his sentence, he was cut of by her.
She smiled as she interuppted,"And again, you must have picked this rooftop spot after you awoken from class during the afternoon-" The giggle in her voice was threatening,"-Fufu. Oh Senpai, please try to remember?"
Being forced to. Noctis, closing his eyes to focus back to when he woke up as he left for the rooftops. Then led to a wry smile at her.
The air around got tensed as she continued,"Senpai always have different spots to sleep on. So I had a little difficulty on searching for Senpai."
Though Noctis began to doubt if there was something like an illusion behind her. That said, it was at the level of the daemons he was used to fighting against.
The petrification and turning into stone.' Noctis thought as he shivered.
"Ah, I guess its time to go then." Noctis replied when he finally remembered the titim
As he got up and stopped himself from getting drowsy due to the purple-haired girl's smile.
For the poor king, that smile of her was akin to something he seriously did not want to see. Though it looked like it was full of warmth, it could seriously burn.
"Don't worry, I'll give you another reward. So what kind of request would you like, Sakura?" Noctis was trying to change the flow of the situation and still yawning. Lifting his hand up as the wave at her, reassuring that he would do it though not daring to look at her.
Sakura smiled then declared as she pointed her finger at him,"Then let me be the one to cook tommorrows food for the evening."
"But-" Noctis turned his head to say but was interrupted by her.
"No buts, Senpai! You said that you will let me request anything and I requested you to let me be the one to cook for you tommorrow evening." Sakura giving an intense stare at him. Her hands on her hips making her figure more dominating. Thus making himself cornered with his situation.
"...Fine, you can do it." Noctis shrugged and immediately gave up as soon he saw this. For everytime he communicated with Sakura, it was best to give up when she does the glare.
Sakura smiled as she cheered happily,"Yay~."
For when Sakura met Noctis, she didn't know how to cook so she asked Noctis to teach her as seeing he can cook for himself everytime she visited his house.
Noctis was already a great cook due to Ignis and his situation. And that would be everytime his father if ever cook, would end up making all the food either powder, burnt or turn into charcoal. This was not a surprise anymore for everytime he does it would end up turning the kitchen and the house on fire, Noctis had to call the firefighters for goodness sake. And so making his father banned from the kitchen and taking control of it, he was enjoying it.
Another situation would be the constant visit of a certain hungry tiger. Their neighbor, Fujimura Taiga, was a English teacher in their school and his guardian. But for everyone, it was questionable on how on earth was he able to tame her and who the guardian was supposed to be. Supposed to be known as Tiger of Fuyuki, beating up some people that could give her some relief and bringing her shinai which Noctis thought was a weapon of demonic power equivalent to his Gae Bolg or other weapons in his arsenal.
And to begin with, Ignis lectured him on the importance of vegetables and etc. which was a lot to take in. Truth be told, Noctis' attitude in hating vegetables changed a long time ago before he came to this cultural world which was Japan.
So he began to think and try to guess what was gonna be the food for the evening with his left arm holding his chin,"The usual?"
"Nice try Senpai, but you will have to wait to see." Sakura sweetly said as she wave goodbye and opened the dond to leave. Leaving him alone again.
The former king sighed, there were plenty of situations like this he could not comprehend. In the past he was a prince during school but now, he was nothing but a civilian. So he tried his best to look natural with every situation, though he would not notice his noble aura always flowing in the air with his presence that make students with weird expressions.
Noctis sighed again when he looked upon the setting sun then looked up at the dark sky.
He thought while clenching his right hand tighter.
"Will I really be able to avenge you all?"
For Noctis, this was yet another day without being to do what he came for.
-.O.0.o.0.O.-
Entering the house(or should say mansion), he said,"I'm home."
Leaving his shoes behind near the door. This was Japanese culture, it was a form of respect for entering a house.
Next to his shoes was Sakura's but this was what she had left behind in case of an emergancy, she said. Noctis already gave her a copy of the key to his house as he trusted her to the level likely the same as his brothers. So Sakura would be already at his house without even his permission, students have already questioned Sakura if they were in a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship without Noctis' knowing.
The person interrogated in question would blush like the color of an apple. She rapidly shook her head, acting all shy.
Even Noctis was wondering why some boys stare at him or would pat his shoulder(read:punch) as they say,"I'm proud of you."
Though they said that, there was something on their foreheads. That Noctis didn't register.
He thinks its because of his aura in some way due to being the time when he was still a prince at school. To his eyes it would remind him of the past, but this is leading him in daily frustrations and furthur confusion.
Turning all the lights on, he began walking to the living room to seek his apron. In this world that was vastly different from his, he had to create new dishes rather than all the recipes he had gotten. Thoughm still took note of them.
Walking towards to his room to start changing his clothes, he paused as he noticed an opened door. That very scene. One that made him reminisce his final time with his father in this world, Kiritsugu Emiya.
The same moon, the same air and the same background.
This was how he had become alone again.
And without knowing, a tear left from his eyes.
So he turned to walk to that place and positioned himself to a sitting posture. Feeling the past like it was yesterday.
Rubbing the wooden planks with his hands around where he was. He started to remember.
Looking at the moon. He quitly closed his eyes and let out a small smile.
This time, his heart ached. Returning back to the past.
-.O.0.o.0.O.-
-Flash Back-
Years ago...
The moon shines as the two figures watch over its beauty.
Both figures sitting in the same manner, not facing each other as they continue to stare at the illuminated dark sky.
One that is tall, excluding an air of emptiness and the old.
The other was smaller, an air that exluded a noble aura yet it displays exhaustion and the young.
They enjoy this peace together.
The serene air and the cooling of the wind.
The swaying of leafs as breeze flows with the air.
For moon that is up in space, it brightens the darkness that covered half of the world.
Yet for certain, the world around darkness gives it peace... and rest.
...Rest, the only time when we accept the darkness.
...Rest, the warmth of the light would take over the body.
Yet they gaze upon the complimented elements that has completed harmony.
Before them was the grace that happens at night.
Though they both only wish this to stay forever, the light always return and shall give people rise. Losing the darkness in return, along with the longing peace.
And so before taller figure would let that to happen, he had to ask something of his uncertainty.
To finally make a decision.
His choice would make a heavy impact, but that would be entirely depending to the one to answer.
So he, Kiritsugu Emiya, had finally said while not turning his body to the one beside him,"Shirou."
The smaller figure began to shiver. His name, Noctis Lucis Caelum, had change into the name that had adopted him. He could not use the name that he has given at birth.
But would gladly change his name to changed himself for the better.
The name he had, turned into Shirou Emiya.
The name Shirou, had just came into his mind. He didn't know how or why but it just flew into his mind when he was still resting in the hospital.
They questioned about his family, he didn't have them anymore but dead after all that had happened to his world.
They question for his name, the word Shirou was something he had blurted out without thinking.
So his name was not Noctis anymore but Shirou.
The proposal of adoption from Kiritsugu led him to this life.
Noctis... no, Shirou turned his attention to his foster-father.
Kiritsugu didn't really leave the house often.
Not going outside, he would just laze around the house carelessly like Shirou. But the adult was lazy that of a child but not to the level of a certain tiger.
...He regret remembering the time he... maybe it was better to not say. Inappropriate stuff he was forced to watch, it was full of embarrassment.
The excuse for it was to have puberty on a earlier time, it was all because of the teacher that was visiting them. And Kiritsugu tried it, he really cannot understand being a parent and so that happened.
But around time, Shirou noticed the eyes of his father. It made him sure that it was like the actions of the monsters and animals that knows the time of their death.
"I wanted to be a superhero when I was a child." Shirou was surprised by the words coming from Kiritsugu. The only thing that he could say while turning his head to look at his father was,"What?"
Thinking about Kiritsugu's action that have saved his life, he could see that his father was yearning for it. But knowing that it was but a childish dream, he had to ask,"What do you mean by 'wanted'?"
Other than knowing that his father was a magus, Kiritsugu had chosen the path to save people. Shirou was curios of Kiritsugu's will to do his dream,"Did you give up?"
The area was filled with laughter, it was full of sadness and hopelessness.
Kiritsugu's laugh made his next word truly heavy,"Yeah."
Kiritsugu let his eyes wonder the skies.
Shirou... or Noctis, back to when he was a king. Plenty of people did try to become one yet they still die like a usual routine of eating breakfast. They would say that they died an honorable death.
To Noctis, it was nothing but an excuse for their death. It meant nothing in the face of the public, the people would say that they are heroic yet the next day would already forgoten about them.
He had already understood why he had given up. It was hard to take the burden of who you cannot save, yet people would still see a hero or in other words, a king. They see fit of a great somebody who beaten up and slay the bad guys. Simply forgetting the true heroes who had fought for them and look at the obvious pillar.
Noctis could not help but sigh at those words with grim, frowning towards of the past.
Kiritsugu explained,"It's unfortunate but... Being a hero is a limited-time thing. When you grow yourself up, it gets harder to say it. I'd wish I found that out earlier."
Noctis agreed. Being a king was akin of being a hero to someones life but the words of Kiritsugu made sense because of how many had died on that path. Some quit and become broken. Some triumphed yet not been acknowledged, in a fit of anger they had killed others.
Noctis had met plenty, in fact face-to-face. But it was only to his perspective, they had abandoned their very lives to protect him so he could deliver the said prophecy. And that was being a hero would always do. Protect for the greater good.
Noctis... no, he was Shirou this time. He promised he would do better, become someone greater than a king. He had enough of people dying around him and for him. Now that he is free from inheriting his kingdom. He now had chosen to save his people for repaying the ones that had died for him, though he knows that it would not heal from the time he was but a young prince to the becoming of a king.
Sacrificing plenty of lives just for the greater good, even he knew that Kiritsugu would gladly do so.
Hating the fact that his 1st father, King Regis, had done so only to lead to the destruction to Insomnia.
After collecting all of his thoughts, he turned them into words,"I see. Then I guess it couldn't be helped."
'Wrong, it was wrong. He could have become one but he just had to have the right path. Heroes were made, not born after all.' Shirou thought when he said those words.
"Yeah, it really couldn't be helped." Kiritsugu sighed as he answered.
Determined. That was what Shirou felt from this. He was determined to show that Kiritsugu was completely wrong. He was determined to stay on the right path of becoming a hero.
"Yeah, it can't be helped." Shirou replied as he copies the words coming his father. Yet this time he was determined, making a smile as he continue where he left,"So I'll take your place."
He had to believe he can do it this time, in a new life. He could strive for the right path.
After a moment of silence, Shirou found himself flushing from his own words. So he reasoned,"Since you couldn't do it. I'll do it for you."
From his gaze upon Kirirsugu, though as time moved with experience. He could tell that Kiritsugu could not do any longer.
"You're an adult now," But that was quite questionable for what his father was lazing about the house. Even at the adult age, they are still but a child if they knew nothing to take care of themselves. He knew that Kiritsugu was only tired from doing hero. Understanding the time left, Shirou said as he looked at the figure of his father,"So you can't do it. But I can."
From the gaze of Kiritsugu, he had gotten the attention from Kiritsugu. So Shirou relaxed himself.
"Leave it to me." Those words made his father smile. So he further made his vow in a smile,"Your dream,-"
Shirou promised with his new goal in this life,"-I'll make it come true."
Before he could finish his other sentence, he was cut of by the laughter of the other.
Staring at his face, he could tell that his father didn't need to hear the rest of the sentences.
Breathing in from a moment of silence, Emiya Kiritsugu whispered as he said,"Yeah... I'm relieved."
He quitely closed his eyes, whispering what he had longing for,"I can now be at peace."
His uncertainty had been answered, so he had finally made his decision of ending his life.
Shirou didn't cry because of how his father looked calm, as if he was to wake up in the next morning. But he couldn't stop clenching his hands into fists. He had already lost his father again and again but to this one, he had died peacefully near him. He was gonna be alone again, with nothing beside to support him.
He knew that his guardian tiger had other plans, though it was not so bad to have company once in a while.
The death of Emiya Kiritsugu was peaceful, he could not deny that. But as he silently looked upon the winter moon, near him was his sleeping father. He was in pain of losing another that was close to him.
There was no sounds of the insects in the garden, nor the breezing winds. All was but silent.
In the bright night, he could not stop his eyes from burning. He had felt this much sadness, the very same feeling of losing someone else. Dealing with sadness is out of the question. Tears running out from his eyes, though he stopped his cry from the moment. He could not resist to endure just like that, so he let it all out, crying as it his shouts grew stronger. The pain in his heart became stronger and stronger as he releases his emotions.
Tears, he could not care to stop flowing out. Shouting with all his heart and emotion, his cries filled the night sky. Showing his pain to the whole world. It echoes deep into the night.
That night, full of shouts of the crying boy that had mourned for his father's death until the moon sank.
-Flashback end-
-.O.0.o.0.O.-
That was the story from a winter 5 years ago.
Perhaps he had cried 10 years worth of tears, since after that, there was nothing.
He had started living in the house by himself, his guardian, Fuji-nee, his nickname for her, has her father planned the funeral.
Even though Kiritsugu was gone, nothing had change. But that was enough to change the world for Shirou.
Emiya Shirou would become a hero just like Emiya Kiritsugu, though he still sought out some fun.
...Yes, he had clearly remembered that time. The figure of a man that had save his life from the inferno. Emiya Kiritsugu held up the dying child and said,"Thank you."
He had seen the face of Kiritsugu when that happened, that was what saved him. He had to seek out if he can ever have that familiar feeling, the emotion that shown happiness.
Since then, he had became part of his admiration to become a hero.
Everyone died to save him, in that hell, they died and no one could save him nor themselves.
He could not save everyone of them from death.
In it all, he was saved, and the person again had come to save him. Thoughts of every time he had come bear death would someone save him from it. It would not end until he had given up. Thats why he had replaced his name to Emiya Shirou, to become like him.
He wants to become a superhero, so that he could save people and not let anyone die again and be killed like he had experienced... he wanted to be like his father, a superhero.
He had the power to do so. So he could very well try the path.
Emiya Kiritsugu died peacefully on that night, passing his dream to Shirou of becoming a superhero than of a king.
It was natural that it had come up to this, they were father and son after all.
Before, Noctis Lucis Caelum must become a king so he could save everyone and bring the light, he did yet still the darkness continues and killed everyone.
Now he, Emiya Shirou must become a superhero to save someone like the past him. He swore an oath at that night as someone else new. To fulfill the dream of the man he had admired most.
He slowly opened his eyes, lifting his hands as they rub his eyes to clear out the tears.
He let out a sigh as he got up and left the area, returning back to his room.
Changing his clothes, with an apron on, he gets ready to cook with relaxation. Humming, when he noticed something off. He pauses.
But when he looks at the area, he shout out what he had missed,"I forgot that I put the kitchen set on the bag!"
Rushing back to his room, searching for the bag. He held one conclusion while scratching his head out of frustration,"I left it at school when I was sleeping!"
Changing his clothes, with a jersey jacket on. He set out during the cold night.
-.O.0.o.0.O.-
Omake: Something Shirou was wearing
Yesterday...
"Um... Senpai?" Sakura asked when she looked at Shirou.
Shirou was not having his day out with something bad, so he smiled at her while saying,"Yes, Sakura?"
Confused of the situation, she stutters to say what was on her mind,"S-senpai, w-what would that be on your h-head?"
Yes, he was wearing something on top of his head. But Shirou was not affected at all when he replied,"Why, it's a chicken bucket."
"I know that Senpai but why?!" She could not help shouting at the ridiculous thing he was wearing.
"Nothing of the sort. I wear it sometimes." Shirou answered without a care for his sentence.
Out from frustration, Sakura immediately made a swipe at the bucket he was wearing. Which Shirou dodges swiftly, and gazed at the purple-haired girl while he shouted,"Hey!"
"Give me that Senpai, you look ridiculous." Making another effort to take the bucket of. While Shirou dodges it with a side step.
"Why, Sakura? It only looks natural." He turned to look towards the crowd and asked,"Right guys?"
They replied in nodding as they looked upon each other in agreement, making Shirou look back at Sakura and said,"See? It's normal."
However, he flinched when he saw Sakura smiled at him. Her purple hair floating and hovering, the light turned dark behind her. She intensified her gaze on Shirou.
Like the effects of the Mystic Eyes of Petrification, he turned stone cold as he stopped. Without moving in fright.
His battle instincts crying out everywhere, he knew he couldn't stop this one nor could he run away from it.
And so she giggled,"Ufufu... Senpai, I think we have to talk about... your fashion sense."
The world turned for the worse to Shirou at the next scene, holding his chicken bucket as he runs for his life.
-to be continued...
-.O.0.o.0.O.-
Hey hey, Harmony here!
So chapter 1 is out. Don't worry I won't spoil out much.
The reason for the long update is that I can't edit when I was helping out my relatives.
No Internet, no WiFi and worst of all, no signal. I could not even use the damn data that I have been saving.
Heck back to the story!, I'm frustrated.
If you think that they are out of character then I have a reason because so.
And notice that I used the lines coming from the scene of that night.
Well hope you had a fine read!
Next chapter would start the fighting scenes.
Be sure to have google opened because I would need you to search the meaning or effects of said items.
Or I'll just explain the effects of said items in the story itself and the chapter.
Weapons and item effects would be include in the bottom that had been mention.
Be sure to review your thoughts while your at it!
Be sure cause I hope that I get to be 'Noctis me Senpai'.
Signing in and out!
[Edited:2018.04.02]