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Chapter 9: Re-Do (2)

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"Fuha~ that was scary-scary, Master!"

A mere nod was enough to draw his agreement to his Servant. He wasn't still sure how this was all possible, but he could tell he was the closest to find the one name that his amnesiac mind still gripped upon. It's been years now, but he was sure he was here somewhere.

To the man known at this time as Weather Report, things had gone quite bizarre ever since he found his way to Fuyuki.

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He had tracked down the priest, Enrico Pucci, in a meticulous fashion as to not let him get away from his grasp once more, and he was sure he had to have been there. Then, something happened and he was sure that the pesky man he was hunting down was responsible for it.

A different night, a different sky, a different air. Weather Report got confirmation of this through his Stand after he was done dealing with the strange fool that had tried to call him a demon, confusing the horns on his hat as 'demonic sign' or something like that.

Ludicruous, but the bloodshed he was 'woken up' to 'admire' was enough to confirm the fool's insanity. Likewise, he hadn't been alone. A kid that had been put to sleep for the Police to find and assist in finding a new family after losing his parents and... her.

As much as Weather Report prided himself as a stoic individual, something about this 'Servant' lady just made his instinct scream in panic. The way she moved, the smoothness of her steps and the fragility of her frame... it was all clouded and shattered by the sheer intensity channeled by her body. The air around her just felt wrong, inhuman even, and it was clear that she held more than she was willing to show.

Still, there was a bigger problem for Weather Report to face as this new ally was quite loyal to him due to the 'seals' on his left arm.

This is not the Fuyuki he explored previously. It was darker, the atmosphere heavier and... something didn't feel right. He just could feel it in his guts. The vibrant light-blue long hair, the sharp green eyes and that interesting fashion as she 'borrowed' some of the deceased parents' clothes to create herself a disguise before departing from the crime scene.

Her name was a mistery, but she gave the young man a denomination.

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"Where do we go next?" The 'Servant' identified as Foreigner inquired. "Shouldn't we be setting up a base or do you prefer to just go around smashing things? Either way would be fine for-"

"I care not for this war, Foreigner. I am still seeking that man."

A low whistle ensued. "Yes, yes- this Enrico Pucci... why are you looking for him?"

"He is the key to my missing memories," Weather mumbled. "I know he is. I remember his name, I know he has a major role in what I lost."

"Well, the Grail could restore them if you were to-"

"No."

The girl paused, then gave him a perplexed look. "You sound sure it wouldn't-"

"The Holy Grail, as you described it, is meant to bring forth something through unnatural means. Memories are meant to be naturally handled, even though I am sure some trickery was used to steal mine. I know that it could be fake memories, a lie a Genie would sell and... I have to find the priest."

"Hmm," The young woman hummed thoughtfully about this, then nodded. "Sure thing, you are the Master after all."

And that didn't sit well with him. The denomination of 'superior' left a degree of disgust in his tongue and, right as they were wandering the cold streets of Fuyuki. It wasn't like he was upset of having a 'leash' to keep her under check as he could tell she was a dangerous thing to left without control but...

"...Foreigner?"

"Yes, Master?"

"Are you sure you prefer to be addressed as such? Since I am not pursuing the Grail, then we are not part of this war."

She looked a bit surprised at this comment, but the Servant pondered on this a bit as they were still talking, their current destination not set just yet and... she smiled at the idea of it.

"I wouldn't mind being addressed by my name but... would it be fine if I used yours?"

A very odd request, but one that Weather Report found no issue nodding at.

"Well, my name is Kukulkan and I am a bit of an 'explorer' right now."

"Nice to meet you... Kukulkan."

She smiled brightly. "Then I hope we can make some shining stars shine brighter together, Wes."

...

Wes.

Something sharp stabbed inside his head, right through his brain. It was like an attempt to reach out to a comfortable aspect of his mind, but only finding nothing and thus sending a notion of pain back. That something was wrong. Wes, why was this name so important?

Weather Report felt his steps missing as he could only utter a single question.

"W-What did you call me?"

Kukulkan paused, then frowned. "Wes? That's your name."

"...I-Is it?"

"M-Mast- I mean, Wes, why are you- wait."

He almost fell down to his knee as he felt his chest compressing on itself and he felt his world wrapped in a warm curtain.

No, it wasn't a curtain... a pair of arms. A hug. Kukulkan was hugging him. It was odd for something that had frightened him to the core to show this much compassion and... his eyes were blurring due to tears now flooding out. There was an indefinite amount of pleasant silence and Kukulkan slowly 'hatched' out of the embrace.

"Better?"

A slow nod.

"I am really sorry. It seems it is really that bad and... how long has it been since you have been calling yourself something else?"

"...Too long."

She merely nodded, but for Weather Report... No, Wes, this was just the beginning. Something deep within had awakened inside him and he knew now it was his name.

Wes.

He was Wes and Pucci was going to pay for ruining his life. Which is why their first location to check will be the local church. The Priest had to be somewhere near. He had to. And with Kukulkan by his side, he knew he could make it.

It was time to draw an end to this suffering of his!

AN

I wasn't quite sure of Weather Report's Servant situation until while I was writing this chapter and... I think this works. These two are quite 'well-deserving' of each other. Plus, I like the shipping name of 'Heavy Weather On Mercury's Heart'