Shirou walks to the front door of his house and puts his hand on the handle.

"Oh right, there is one thing I wanted to tell you before I left." He turns around to Rider who is still laying on the couch.

"What is it Shirou?"

"Sakura is naked in my room. It would be great if you could get some clothes for her. As sexy as she is it would be a bit hard on me if she were to walk around here naked for the rest of the day." He explains, however he gets a serious sense of deja vu. It was like he'd already been here once but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"Well I don't think she would mind too much, but as you say it's probably a good idea." Rider opened up her book to the page where she left off.

Whatever. Rider mumbles something that sounds like, "You should be more worried about me since my mana has been low lately." Shirou ignores her and goes outside.

"Ah shit." The sun burns into Shirou's eyes so brightly he has to shield them with his hand. He almost forgot about his hangover, the minute he steps outside his head starts to throb. He bears it pretty easily and heads towards the bus station.

Luckily it's the weekend so Shirou doesn't have school today which was pricisely what was able to allow Rider to convince Shirou to drink with her last night. The pier was a short ride on the bus, Lancer would no doubt be there.

"Arrrgh. Fuck off!" Shirou yells up at the sun and shakes his fist at it. Which of course does no good at all. He gets off the bus at the downtown station, he walks across the street from it and enters the store to buy some sunglasses.

"Oh, Emiya." Shirou is greeted by Issei who was just leaving the store, wearing a stylish jacket and an even more stylish pair of sunglasses.

"Sup Issei." Shirou walks forward and the two of them bump knuckles in an extremely brotastic fashion which mades every woman within 100 meters cream their pants.

"It's rare to see you out alone Emiya. What brings you out this way?"

"A lot of things seem to have happened last night. The problem is I don't remember any of them." Shirou explains while turning his back on the sun after flipping the bird at it.

"I see. So you're on a mission to regain your lost memories?" As usual, Issei speaks strangely.

"Absolutley. A man can not let a memory of such an awesome night go to waste. It is my sworn duty to find those lost memories. To do that I am doing what my father always taught me."

"Become a hero wasn't it?" Issei asked.

"Huh? Hero? Where did you hear that garbage? "Follow the booze Emiya Shirou." That is what he always told me." He clenches his fist meaningfully.

"You had a troubled childhood didn't you?"

He shrugs. "Nah it wasn't that bad."

"Well, I guess I'll help you out since it seems like a noble cause." Issei take his sunglasses off his face and holds them out for Shirou. "You were going to buy a pair anyway right?"

He nods and takes them from Issei. "Thanks man, I owe you one."

ITEM ACQUIRED!

Badass Sunglasses of +1 headache resistance.

Shirou slips the sunglasses on his face and instantly feel his headache due to light sensitivity going away. "Fuck yeah."

"Now you are ready. Go Emiya Shirou. Go and fullfil your destiny!" Issei urges him onward and the two of them part ways with another brofist, the force of which made the skirts of all women within a 100 meter radius fly up for a split second. What a glorious second that was.

Shirou returns to the bus station and take the bus to the pier. The air at the pier is salty but at the same time sort of refreshing. There's a decent market for fish here too as there are a few people in Fuyuki who provide fish for the local shops in town. There is one guy whoever who only spends his time here catching fish because he doesn't have anything better to do. He doesn't often keep any unless they are really big, Shirou suspects he just like the ones that fight.

And it wasn't long before he spotted him at the end at one of the piers. Hawaiian style shirt, tight jeans, long ponytail hair. Yep. Definately Lancer. He's sitting down with a pole in his lap, and a couple cans of beer next to him. In his teeth he held a lit cigarette.

Apparently he heard Shirou's loud feet padding across the wooden pier as he approached him. Lancer turned his head to face Shirou.

"There he is." Lancer put his pole down and grins at him widely.

"You crazy bastard, I should drink with you guys more often. Why didn't you ever tell me it was that great?" Lancer laughs and claps Shirou on the back, and wraps his arm around Shirou's neck.

"That's just the thing. I can't remember jack. I was hoping you could tell me exactly what went down." Shirou says while shrugging off Lancer's arm.

"What? Seriously? You don't remember anything?" Lancer leans forward.

"Well, I think I put a lamp shade on my head and watched Rin do dirty things with her kaleidostick but after that I don't remember much." Shirou says as he scratches his head, a bit embarassed.

Lancer sighed. "Fukkin' lightweights man." He smacked his hand against his face. "When I saw that crap Rider was buying I just had to invervene a little. That girl can sure drink but the rest of you are practically kids."

"You going to tell me what happened or not?"

"I only saw about as much as you did. I got the hell out of there when Saber started to chase me around your house with a pair of handcuffs and a stuffed lion. You see I'm a guy that doesn't like to be tied down. Saber isn't exactly my type either." Lancer shrugged.

"How did Saber get so pissed off?"

"Oh right. It seems like Rin beat her in a game of mahjong." Lancer said after thinking for a moment.

"What? That's it?" Shirou says in disbelief.

"Eight times."

Shirou scratches his cheek and chuckles a bit. "Yeah, that might do it." Saber was pretty competitive. Losing once might not bother her but if she lost quite a few times in a row like that? That would potentially set her off.

Seems like Lancer doesn't know anything. Shirou heaves a disappointed sigh. "Man, I thought for sure you'd know something."

"Sorry kid. If it were me I'd ask Saber."

"Saber? Why her?"

"Well, as far as I know she drank the least out of everyone there. There's no guaranteees but it might be worth checking out. Then again, I didn't see Archer drink that much either." Lancer scratched his chin. "Whatever, I'll leave that up to you kid. I've got better things to do than play 20 questions with you all day. Lancer said as he returned to his fishing spot and sat down next to his pile of empty beer cans.

Well now at least Shirou has a couple options. Though Saber seemed kind of busy earlier and Archer is an asshole so Shirou would rather not talk to him if he can help it. However if Archer does in fact have answers Shirou can't just leave it be.