Disclaimer: Goes without saying, I don't own High School DxD or anything related to Fate.
Note: Yes, I know, another DxD fic. What a shock, right? Oh well, had an idea in mind, and I really wanted to write an OC fic at some point. Always writing Naruto as the main character can get unbelievably boring, and a lot of ideas I get usually fit an OC a lot more instead of having to take shortcuts to make Naruto fit the bill.
So yeah, DxD and Fate, it takes place in the DxD world, but… uh, yeah, we'll get to the rest in a minute. Anyhow, let's continue on.
The full pairing for the fic so far is; Rossweisse, Kuroka, Tamamo, and Artoria. So yeah, small harem.
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-Chapter 1-
Morden Day Problems.
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A lot of people in this world were of the conviction that the smarter you were, the more fun your life would be.
And to some extent, they'd be correct. There wouldn't be much of a point arguing against it, if you had the answers, you could solve every problem you had.
However, it wasn't always that simple. Sure, you could solve your problems at the snap of a finger.
All except one.
If you had all the answers in the world, life would become easy. That might be the goal of some people, obtaining large amounts of knowledge to be able to swipe every problem off their plate should there be any.
Though, it was a bit like using cheat codes in games.
If you played a combat-focused game and entered a cheat code to make yourself invulnerable, sure, you'd laugh about it for the first ten minutes. Maybe twenty, if you were lucky.
Afterward, you'd be bored out of your mind. Because no matter what you were going to do, it wouldn't change anything.
Even if you only pressed one button the entire match you'd still win, either by dumb luck or forfeit.
Same thing with eating the same thing every day. Sure, a pizza with your favorite topping would most likely taste great for the first week. Then it'd start to wear off during the second week, and by the time the third week would come around…
You'd suddenly wish the delivery guy would've just given you a wrong order instead.
Short of the long; your life would be boring.
"Luka, are we boring you?"
A young man with short messy black hair and blue eyes slowly raised his head, clad in the typical uniform of the Kuoh Academy as he tapped his pen against the wooden desk he was sitting at.
Yeah, much rather drive a truck off a cliff to see what'd happen.
That is what he wanted to say at least, instead, he shook his head, "No, sorry about that. Just going over the formula that you're showing, y'know, make out how it works."
The teacher of the class gave him a skeptical look before shrugging, "If you say so. Be careful not to slack off, we all have tests next week. Wouldn't want your academics to drop and have your score ruined."
His score, ah yes, the very thing he cared about… well, not really.
As the man continued back to the lecture, Luka rested his head in the palm of his hand. His foot tapped idly against the floor as he stared out of the window.
Unlike the majority of students at Kuoh, he wasn't native. Instead, he was an exchange student if his name was any indication.
His parents hadn't liked it.
One day he abruptly left his home and traveled ashore. Thinking something interesting might happen in Kuoh, a whole different country, new culture, another language… Maybe there'd be a challenge.
Much to his dismay, that thrill didn't last long.
Barely took him a week to adjust to Japan, and now, it was the same old same old.
Go to school, skim flimsily through the papers, and still somehow end up with near-perfect grades. He was probably the dream student of every teacher, well, at least at first glance.
In reality, he couldn't care less. Getting a job that paid well would just make his life easier than it already was.
As the school bell rang out and dismissed the classes, the lone young man let out a soft sigh as he swung his back over his shoulder and began to clear his desk of his belongings. A rustling could be heard throughout the entire classroom as people were busy packing, steadily leaving the place more and more empty.
He ran a hand through his dark locks as he let his blue eyes wander throughout the place, his eyes catching a glimpse of another student that passed by the doorway as they had exited another classroom just down the hallway.
"Senpai? Are you alright?"
With a quick blink of surprise, he turned his head down to a slightly shorter girl that was eyeing him curiously, "Yuka? Oh, yeah. I'm good. Why what's up?" He asked with a curious expression, as he pushed his chair up under the table and prepared to leave the school for the day.
The girl tilted her head thoughtfully at his pretty distant response, "You sure? You look a bit spaced out."
After a chuckle, he nodded his head, "Yeah, I promise. I'm alright, don't worry."
"Okay then. I just wanted to thank you for lending me your notes and this book. I managed to pass today's test because of you. If there is ever anything I can do to return the favor, please let me know." She thanked him, bowing her head down in gratitude.
The young man scratched the back of his head uncomfortably as he waved her off, "It ain't no problem. Just uh, call me Luka. I'm never gonna get used to all those Japanese honorifics, probably why I didn't react. It still confuses the hell out of me."
Yuka hummed softly as she adjusted a few bangs of her hair, "Really? You seem alright with it when the teachers use them. And, I'm not sure I can. It'd be rude and disrespectful, and you've been a great help."
Luka sighed as he began walking out of the classroom with Yuka beside him, shooting her a glance as he pocketed the book she'd borrowed, "Is this the point where I'm supposed to say I'll find it rude if you don't just call me Luka?"
"Please don't put me in such a dilemma, senpai, that'd actually be rude." She huffed, though there was a sense of humor present.
He gave a quick shrug of his shoulders before they exited through the main door, the evening sun momentarily blinding them as the noise from three other male students caught their attention.
Yuka instantly snorted at the sight of them, and almost instinctively used her bag to cover her chest.
"Something wrong?" Luka asked curiously, as he watched the three guys from afar.
A shudder ran down her spine as she gave a swift nod of her head, "I can't stand those guys. They're more perverted than anyone I've ever seen. They were just caught peeping in the girls' locker room today, and I know for a fact it isn't the first time they've done it. I really wish more students would be more like you and Kiba-san."
Lukahad a blank expression on his face as he watched them with a slight tilt of his head, "I suppose they do seem rather unorthodox compared to the average Japanese man."
"You think? Issei, Matsuda, and Motohama are disgraceful to the school's reputation." She snorted.
He turned his head to look at her for a second, before looking back, "What can you tell me about Hyoudou?"
Yuka gave him a surprised look, "Why? Please don't tell me you want to get to know him."
"No, I'm merely making an observation. It's hard to do so when they're currently fighting over whether or not he has gotten a girlfriend. He claims that at least, I managed to hear that much before they started yelling loud enough to be able to get arrested for disturbing the peace." Luka stared blankly as he began to walk down the stairs with his hands dug inside his pockets.
As if she was relieved to hear that, Yuka wiped her forehead and began to follow him, "He is as stupid as he is perverted. It can be said for all of them really. Poor grades, don't pay attention in class, and violate at least a handful of rules a week with their… tendencies. If it wasn't for Koneko-san, I'm sure they'd have been expelled by now."
The young man raised an amused brow, "Is she speaking in their favor?"
"Oh no, she beats them up when they're caught. I guess some of the school staff thinks that's punishment enough."
As if he was amused by her reply, he chuckled a bit, "I see. Well, I'm going to head home now. Don't think about paying me back, it's just a book and some notes."
Yuka scratched the back of her head as she looked at him with uncertainty, "You sure?"
"Completely. I'll talk to you later," Luka replied as he began walking down the curbs leading away from the Academy, waving his hand in the air to bid her farewell for the day.
"See you tomorrow." She called out loud enough for him to hear, as he turned down another street.
A loud sigh escaped the dark-haired boy's lips as he sat down on the curbs and kicked a rock across the road. He didn't actually intend to go home.
Because if he did, it'd be the same as yesterday.
He'd drop his bag in the hallway, kick his shoes off and drop his jacket on the floor. Boil some water for a pack of instant ramen, and watch whatever show was on the television. And then, it was off to bed again.
An endless cycle that had haunted him since he left home.
The tiny bit of excitement he'd found once he'd arrived in Japan, was the simple things, such as being able to get lost. Not truly understanding their currency or ethics, but it was rather simple.
Achieving a sense of place wasn't difficult, the currency was just a question of what match to apply. And for the ethics and cultural differences? Just be polite.
The young man chewed on the inside of his cheek as he slowly stood up from his seated position. Readjusting the backpack, before he began walking down the street. He didn't really have a goal in mind, but at the same time, he didn't care.
As he walked past the people on the street. He didn't pay much attention, though made sure to stay out of their while.
Even if he were having an inner crisis, it didn't mean he should just go around and act like a jerk with no respect for anyone.
The walk ended up being so long that he soon found himself in the park near the school. Staring up at the setting sun with a hand covering his eyes, he sighed a bit and sat down on a nearby bench.
Zipping his backpack open, he pulled out a bottle and water and took a sip. Kicking the dirt beneath his feet as he just leaned back for a moment of relaxation.
Seemed like today was gonna be just like any other day, well, perhaps it was going to be different tomorrow.
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The morning sun rose, and with the warmth came the light scent of flowers. The air was crisp and clear, but the weather was far from cold.
This meant that the flowers still had quite a bit of color in them as they swayed gently in the wind.
It was a rare sight, one that would take your breath away. A beautiful sight, the kind of thing that could almost make you cry.
That was how everyone saw them anyways, even those who weren't normally moved to tears by anything.
If there was one thing about Japan that Luka enjoyed, it was this time of year. The culture and nature in Japan was probably second to none, so at least he had something good to look at, while he was busy being bored out of his damn mind.
He'd only been here for a year, but it felt like an eternity. His days consisted of doing nothing but studying and watching useless shows, and the nights were spent sleeping.
While he had tried out the clubs at school, he didn't really feel like it was worth it. Archery, kendo, stuff like that. It was often just another set of repetition, day in and day out, doing the same stances.
Luka had learned that he preferred not to get stuck in these kinds of situations.
So he'd decided to focus more on his studies. At first, he had tried to find a job, but after a few months of working at a convenience store after school... Big surprise, he quit. Not that he needed the money, while it was most likely a first-world luxury, his parents were covering his expenses while he was here.
And he had plenty of money saved up, so in reality he didn't even need the job, just something to do.
Once he left school, he'd gone straight into the city center to spend his free time. He could wander around and enjoy the sights, but there was no real purpose to it.
It was just a way for him to pass the time, until he got tired of it and went back home. Which happened whenever he started feeling depressed.
There was no point in living if you weren't happy. But he never seemed to be able to find purpose in what he was doing.
His mother had always told him that life was a struggle, but she had never explained why. Maybe it's because her own life hadn't been all that great, and she hadn't found the answer herself yet.
Regardless, Luka knew that he was going to have to do something soon. Because staying idle and being unhappy was just going to make things worse.
Maybe he should try talking to someone about it, or find some sort of hobby. Or maybe he could meet up with a friend.
But he didn't know anyone outside of his class. Well, that was maybe one way to go about it. Though he didn't know what kind of options he had. Yuka seemed nice, had good academic skills, and was generally... Cool, if he were to use a word to describe her.
Then there was the infamous trio, he didn't want to get anywhere near that. Truly he didn't care if they were perverts, as a man he couldn't deny that he liked the sight of a woman's curves and the like, but they took it to a whole new level... Like, seriously, watching porn in a group? That was just plain weird.
Either way, he'd need to try and figure out how to improve his situation somehow.
Until then, he'd continue studying and hanging out in the town center. Just another day in Japan.
On his way home, was when things started to change. He always walked through the park on his way home, as he'd said before, nature seemed almost calming. Eased his worries for the time being, and allowed him to relax. Made him wonder if he should get a job outside or something like that, so he wouldn't be stuck in a classroom or an office building.
The thought made him chuckle, though as he was on his way, a somewhat familiar sight caught his eye.
There were a couple of bushes and trees blocking his vision, but he was fairly certain that he could make out the silhouette of one Hyoudou near the fountain in the middle of the park.
Though what was standing in front of him, almost made him do a double take.
It was a woman… a fairly beautiful one at that, with violet eyes, and a slender body. She had long silky black hair down to her hips and…. possessed two black feathered wings?
Her attire, however, was what caught him most off guard. She wore… black, strap-like objects around and under her breasts, and a thong-like piece held around her hips by three thin straps.
"Where her clothes at?" Luka asked himself with a raised eyebrow before his gaze landed on the wings again, "Is that supposed to be cosplay?"
'Is this some kind of sexual roleplay in public? He wouldn't…' Luka thought for a second before his eyebrow twitched dangerously, 'Nah he definitely would…'
The young man shook his head as he walked near the fountain and called out, "Yo Hyodou, what the hell are you doing?"
Though as he moved around the bush, he immediately stopped in his tracks as he felt something splatter against the side of his face.
Standing completely still, he clenched his eyes shut with a thoroughly annoyed expression, "Did you just… spit on me?"
Luka raised a hand and wiped his face, slowly opening his eyes, not expecting to see anything spectacular. Though when his eyelids parted, he was met with the sight of his hand stained in the color red, "Huh… What the hell is this?"
As if the brown-haired boy had just chucked a tomato at him, Luka lifted his head and was about to verbally rip the boy's head off. Though the sight before, instantly made him stop before he could.
Having expected the sight of a stupidly grinning pervert, Luka wasn't prepared to instead see the boy with his gut and back blown wide open with a glowing kind of spear sticking right through him.
'Did I just… witness a murder?' Luka chuckled nervously as he took a step backward, 'I should call the cops, yeah, the cops can fix this… Right?' He thought to himself as his hand shook while he reached his pocket.
His fingers trembled as he clutched it and flipped it open, only for something faster than his eye could track, to blow it up straight in his hand.
"If this is a prank Hyodou, it's a really damn bad one…" Luka cursed through gritted teeth as he wiped his hand on the side of his jacket, watching his broken phone on the ground, mentally trying to deny anything that had just happened.
As the sound of footsteps approached him, so did a burst of low laughter, "Oh no, it isn't a prank. Your little friend is definitely dead, all his blood gushing out into the ground as we speak."
Lifting his head, Luka took a couple of steps backward, "First of all, we ain't really friends. Second all, who the hell are you? Or… what are you?"
The woman tilted her head, "Didn't you hear? I'm Issei's sweet little girlfriend Yuuma-chan."
"And that's supposed to mean something to me?" He questioned as his breathing slowly got heavier. His eyes frantically switched between the dead body on the ground and the… well, he didn't know what she was.
She shrugged, "I suppose not. Such a shame, you're rather cute, wish I didn't have to gut you open…"
Luka gulped at the sound of that, his heartbeat rapidly increasing as the adrenaline pumped through his veins as he kept moving backward, "Then don't. I don't know what the hell you are, or what you're doing, just let me leave. Nice and easy."
The woman let out a burst of mocking laughter as she extended her hand forward, another glowing spear appearing between her fingers, "My, my, you can still move? And here I thought you'd be paralyzed from the neck down in pure fear, just an inch away from shitting yourself. Consider me impressed."
"Am I supposed to say thank you?" He replied through gritted teeth, sweat starting to rapidly form on his face.
She shook her head, clicking her teeth, "How could I? You're a witness now. Say, what would you say to serving under me?"
Luka raised a brow, "What, you want me to be your mascot?"
"Sounds better than dying right?" She asked next, her lips quirking upward into a smirk as she slowly moved closer to him.
The look of visible confusion was evident on his face, "You going to transform me into a bird like you or something?" He asked next, still unable to truly fathom what was going on.
As the question registered in her head, something about her behavior seemed to change.
Her teeth gritted tightly together as she glared at him with a look that promised certain death, "You dare to insult me after I gave you such a gracious offer?"
"What? You literally said-"
"Shut it!" She shouted, completely cutting her off as she swirled the glowing spear in her hand, "Offer is off the table… Any last words?"
Before he could answer, his back slumped up against a tree. His eyes just focused on the spear in her hand, as she stopped in her tracks and aimed it upward. Pointing it straight at him.
"Suit yourself." She just muttered before she reared her arm back into the air. Her fingers tightly clenched around the spear. The evil cackles escaped her lips as she hurled it at him, almost screeching out of frustration as the projectiles whistled through the air.
Managing to gather enough courage to jump to the side, the dark-haired boy crashed against the ground.
Though, fate wouldn't have it be that easy.
A singing pain flashed through his body as he felt all air leave his lungs. The pain in his body was too great to even properly breathe, he shakily turned his head toward his arm.
Or where it was supposed to be.
Nausea began flooding his system as he watched the blood drip down his clothes and splatter across the ground.
His vision got blurry as he clawed his fingers into the dirt and pushed himself up into a kneeling position. His legs threatened to give out on him as he did so.
"Still alive?" She questioned with a victorious grin.
Unable to answer, he just sat there and watched her form another spear in her hand.
With his eyes widening, instinctively, Luka raised his remaining arm up into the air and clenched his eyes shut. Preparing himself for more pain, that'd end his existence in a heartbeat, but that was when it happened.
Instead of pure pain, he felt a surge breeze through him. It felt almost like electricity, though as it gathered in his hand, it started feeling like it was on fire. A grunt escaped his lips as he clenched his fist tight.
Though what he didn't get to see, was the symbol appearing on the backside of his right hand.
A symbol that looked like three red lightning bolts all striking into the same spot at the start of his wrist.
After the feeling of his skin being on fire vanished, he didn't know how long had passed. Fatigue began washing over him, he couldn't tell if it'd been seconds or minutes, all he knew was that he wasn't dead yet.
The time that felt like infinity was soon abruptly interrupted by what sounded like glass shattering.
Luka's eyes would immediately shoot open, completely mesmerized by the sight before him. The glowing spear that'd been hurled straight at him, was exploding right before his eyes, but not by his doing.
In front of him stood what appeared to be a young man not that much older than him if he were to guess, wearing a dark teal outfit, having dark hair, and what appeared to be orange almost amber eyes.
Though the thing that caught most of his attention was the two spears the man was holding, one red and the other yellow. And how one of them had just shattered the glowing spear that'd been meant to end him for good.
"So you were a mage all along? Did you have fun trying to make me look stupid?!" The woman suddenly shouted, the anger in her voice practically dripping off her tongue like venom.
Luka panted softly, "Mage? I don't know what you're talking about!" He shouted back, though she didn't look very convinced.
It was at this time that the newcomer decided to speak, "What are your orders, Master?"
As if he'd just been punched in his stomach, Luka looked between the two of them before his eyes widened in realization, "Me?!"
The man nodded, "Of course. You're the Master who has summoned me to this battlefield, now, please. How shall we proceed?"
Feeling like he was about to lose his mind, Luka just waved his hand at the woman, "I don't know! Go get her or something."
"At once." The dark-haired man responded as he swirled the red spear around in his hand, taking a crouched-down stance as he began to eye his opponent. Momentarily glancing toward his master who seemed to be struggling quite a bit.
It was clear to him that this summoning hadn't been planned out, and judging by the mana readings he was getting… He'd not been aware of what he'd done.
A lot of excess mana had been used, which was likely the cause of his current psychical state.
So without wasting a second he charged forward, the impact his foot would make in the ground would make it crack like a spiderweb. A cloud of dirt and debris filled the air as he flew word through the air, faster than a normal human's untrained eyes could follow.
At this time, Luka crouched down behind a nearby tree and clenched his eyes shut. Instinctively reaching for where his arm had been, and almost died of shock upon the sight.
Steadily, it was as if his arm was regenerating itself. Cell after cell, mending the torn flesh and bone back.
Almost about to throw up at the sight, he hurriedly grabbed his regenerated hand. Too surprised to believe whether or not it was true, but as he did so, he caught a glimpse of the red mark on the back of his hand.
Slowing his breathing to calm himself down, he turned his head around the tree and stared at the dark-haired man in the middle of destroying spear upon spear thrown at him, with what appeared to be relative ease.
Luka let out a single chuckle as he stared at the mark on the back of his hand. He didn't know how, but he could feel that the mark was connected to the man who was currently claiming to be some kind of… Servant.
If the title Master had anything to indicate at least.
It was quite a mesmerizing sight indeed. How he single handedly was proving how much stronger he was, until the woman had been forced back up against the fountain.
A single swipe of the red spear destroyed one of hers, and a swipe with the yellow one at her feet sent her rolling across the ground.
Victory… As simple as that.
'Is it possible to learn this power?' He asked himself before he stood up from his hiding spot, his body feeling weak. His right hand was still clutching onto his left arm, as if it'd disappear if he let go.
The man walked closer to her, as he pointed the tip of his spear against her throat, "Yield."
She snarled up at him as she dashed backward. Her wings folded out as she jumped into the air, "This is not over… I will not stand for such humiliation by a weak and fragile human!" She spat out.
Seemingly unbothered, the man swirled the spear around and rested it on his shoulder, "Perhaps next time, will prove for a more fair fight."
Another snarl left the ravenette's lips as she flew back into the air before disappearing in a swirl of feathers.
Seeing this as a safe time to get out of his hiding spot, Luka stood up to his feet with the support of the tree and began moving toward the still rather strange man that'd shown up to save him.
Though he didn't get to take more than a few steps before he felt his body give up.
As if something had hit the off switch, his legs stopped moving and he began falling to the ground. His vision faded, with the last thing he managed to see being the spearman rushing over to his location as his body crashed against the floor.
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A couple of hours after the battle at Kuoh Park, Luka slowly began to open his eyes. His vision was blurry for the first few seconds before they'd eventually focus on the ceiling fan above him.
A groan escaped his lips as he sat up and glanced down at his bare upper body. His eyes focused on the arm that he had been so sure was gone, still being there, as good as new in fact.
"Was it all a dream?" He mumbled to himself as he wiped the sleep out of his eyes with the back of his right hand. Though as he pulled his arm back, he sweatdropped at the sight of the red mark that was still very much present.
A cough sounded from his left, "It was not a dream, Master."
The young man did a small jump as he turned his head with a deadpan expression. His eyes landed on the sight of the spearman from earlier, currently kneeling beside his bed.
"How do you know where I live?" Luka asked with a blank expression.
The man tilted his head, "We share a connection. Before you fell unconscious, I managed to make out the location you wanted to go."
A slight chuckle escaped Luka's lips as he stood up from the bed, "At least you didn't drop me off at the wrong apartment."
The man stood to his feet at the same time, and offered his support, "Will you be alright to move?"
Luka gave him a curious stare before moving around for a bit, "I seem to be alright…" He mumbled as he walked over to his dresser and pulled the drawer open, pulling out a black shirt that he pulled over his head, momentarily spotting a pile consisting of his ruined jacket and shit on the ground.
That was still very much stained in his own blood.
A soft sigh escaped his lips as he turned around, "I'm going to need some kind of explanation, I got no clue who you are. Or what the hell is going on here, you call me Master, and that just sounds… wrong, especially out of context."
A look of what appeared to be amusement spread across the man's face, "You truly don't know, do you?"
Luka shook his head as he took a seat on the edge of his bed, "I truly don't."
The man gave a slow nod as he knelt down on the ground in front of him, "My name is Diarmuid. Diarmuid Ua Duibhne. I was summoned to your side by your command."
Luka raised a brow, "Diarmuid Ua Duibhne?"
Diarmuid looked surprised, "You know of me?"
The young man sighed and stood up again, "I have history classes, I know a bit. I, uh, just find it hard to believe that someone from ancient history is currently sitting on my floor…"
Diarmuid chuckled at that, "Please, allow me to explain further. What attacked you yesterday was a fallen angel, and yes, they're indeed real. A supernatural race that most mortals aren't aware of. I do not know the details of why she attacked you, but since she did, you manifested your sacred gear."
"The hell is a sacred gear?" Luka asked.
The dark-haired man stood to his feet and walked over, slowly reaching down to grab Luka's wrist before pointing toward the red emblem, "This is the mark that connects us. God of the Bible created the Sacred Gears as part of his system to enact miracles on Earth. However, your sacred gear is far from an ordinary one."
Luka raised a brow again, "You trying to tell me I'm some kind of special chosen one? Like, in the movies? You pulling my leg right now."
With a shake of his head, Diarmuid continued, "Your gear is called Throne of Heroes. It's one of the thirteen Longinus. While normal sacred gears only have maybe one ability, yours have the potential to have multiple. One of them was the one that summoned me."
"So I've summoned a spirit from the past to help me fight, that's it?" Luka questioned.
Diarmuid blinked slowly, "You don't seem overly surprised."
Luka shrugged, "I read manga, this ability isn't that… far fetched by those standards."
The man gave a slow nod of his head, "The Throne of Heroes essentially allows you to summon a heroic spirit of the past. There are thirteen classes in total, each with unique abilities and fighting capabilities, we're all sorted into these classes based on the skills we possess."
Raising his hand to look at the mark, Luka switched his gaze to Diarmuid, "What are those seven classes?"
"Saber, Lancer, Archer, Rider, Caster, Assassin, and Berserker." Diarmuid counted.
Luka hummed for a second before lowering his hand, "You're a Lancer, aren't you?"
"Keen eye," Diarmuid commented with a slight smirk.
A short laugh escaped Luka as he ran a hand through his dark locks while he leaned in against the wall, "Is this… gear, the reason my arm is not looking like minced meat right now?"
Diarmuid gave a small shrug, "I don't know all the details around the sacred gears, but if you were truly unaware of the supernatural presence in the world before now, I think it's very much possible. Throne of Heroes is one of the stronger gears, and gives you abilities that even the supernatural might consider absurd."
"Feels like I've just won the lottery…" Luka snorted as he walked over to the window and opened it, letting in some fresh air.
Moving up to stand beside him, Diarmuid gave him a slightly apologetic look, "I understand if all of this is too much to take in right now."
Luka shook his head, "It was too much to take in when that crazy woman was tearing my limbs off… But now?"
A fit of chuckles escaped his lips as a smirk began forming on his face as he clenched his fist, his eyes darting down to the red emblem that seemed to glow at the recognition.
"This is where the fun begins."
Diarmuid raised a brow as he placed a hand on his hip, "The fun?"
Luka smiled a bit as he turned to face the spearman, "Without trying to sound like an ungrateful kid, I feel like life has been kind of a nuisance. Nothing new ever happened, the same cycle, every day."
He smiled as he scratched the back of his head, "But if I'm not currently inside a lucid dream, and all of this is real, well… There is a whole new world out there."
"I promise you, Master, on my honor as a knight, that all of this is very real," Diarmuid responded in all seriousness.
Luka waved his hand, "First of all if you're really… In my service, or whatever, drop the master thing. Just… call me Luka."
Diarmuid looked a bit uncertain, "If that is your wish, then I shall call you by your name."
"It is." Luka confirmed, "Alright then. Well, am I correct to assume magic exists?"
With a nod of his head, Diarmuid answered, "You'd be correct. The fallen angel was using spears made out of lights to attack you. Like that, you can learn many different types of magic, though many of course require certain types of skills and mastery to pursue."
Luka hummed thoughtfully after hearing that, "I suppose it'd be too easy to ask if you could teach me magic, huh?"
Diarmuid frowned, "My apologies, if you'd asked me to teach you how to wield a spear you'd be more in luck. I can't teach you anything more than a couple of novice tricks."
Waving him off, Luka slumped in his chair, "Don't rule it out yet. I might still ask you to teach me that and how to use a spear."
"Care to elaborate?" Diarmuid asked with interest.
Nodding his head, Luka turned on his computer and turned back to face his new accomplice, "While I was busy shitting myself because I thought I was about to die, I still managed to catch some of the fight," He started and rested his elbow on the table, "Seemed like there was an obvious issue."
Diarmuid crossed his arms over his chest, "Issue?"
With a defensive wave of his hand, Luka elaborated, "Not with you, but with the fallen angel. She only used those spears, no… martial arts, or other light-based moves, I'd imagine they aren't limited to just a spear anyway. A one trick pony, so to speak."
The man gave a slow nod of understanding, "Being unable to adapt to the fight is indeed an issue, she had no other means to counterattack."
Snapping his finger, Luka smirked, "Bingo."
"I'm sorry, I still don't quite follow," Diarmuid responded a bit sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his head.
Luka smiled, "If I were to learn magic, I'd still be having an issue with people that use weapons or up close methods to fight. And now that I have this… gear thing, I doubt this is the last time I'd get attacked. If a Longinus is that much of a blessing, I don't think we can be safe to assume that we're in the clear."
"That is true." Diarmuid commented, seemingly looking a tad bit impressed, "I'm still surprised. You adapted fairly quickly to all of this."
With a shrug, Luka sighed, "Everything seems easier in theory. Should we end up in a situation where we get attacked again, I can't tell how I will react. Might be the same as tonight all over again, maybe I'll do better. There is no real way to tell before it happens."
Diarmuid chuckled, "Still, I'd imagine most people would feel at least a sense of dread knowing that their world just got turned upside down."
Luka shared a laugh with the man before leaning back in his seat, "Does it make me seem like a bad person if I were to say that I had kinda hoped that something like this would happen?"
"Pardon?" Diarmuid questioned.
"Like everyone else, I fantasized about something like this when I was a kid." Luka began with a soft chuckle, "Getting some kind of ability, y'know, like a superpower. The main difference is that back then it was the typical 'I want to be a hero when I grow up' and now, it gives me a chance to live a life that might end up being interesting."
Diarmuid rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "I suppose that makes sense. Even back in my time, it was like that, young boys dreaming about becoming a knight and fighting to become a champion whose name would be sung in the halls after a victorious battle."
Luka nodded his head, "It was similar to how I grew up. I guess some things don't change." He hummed thoughtfully as he began searching something up on the computer, "My dad always thought I'd be a successful man with a career, my grades are pretty good, but… I don't like the idea of working a simple office job."
"I think I'm starting to get an idea of the kind of guy you are." Diarmuid stated with a slight grin on his face.
Surprised by the statement, Luka turned around from the computer, "That so?"
The man nodded, "Most people would've been too scared to go further into this kind of life. Yet you seem excited, and you don't like the idea of a boring life. It's as if you crave the thrill of a good fight."
Luka chuckled softly, "Anything that'd get my blood pumping I suppose."
"Is there anything you'd like me to do? I can secure a perimeter if you still feel like there might be a battle ahead." Diarmuid asked.
The younger man tapped his chin thoughtfully before a thought hit him, "Would you be able to scout the area where we fought the fallen angel?" He asked.
Diarmuid nodded, "Of course, but may I ask why?"
Luka frowned, "The other boy that was there, he got killed and wasn't fortunate enough to get saved. We aren't exactly friends, but I figured it'd be too bad to just… Leave him like that I suppose. I'd at least know if someone called the authorities yet."
"No need," Diarmuid answered swiftly.
Taken by surprise, Luka stared for a second, "Why not?"
Realizing he'd not been clear enough, Diarmuid decided to elaborate, "When you passed out, I prepared to retreat. Though before I could, someone else appeared in the area. Young woman, red hair, wearing a uniform similar to the two of you. She said she'd take care of it."
'Red hair? Is he speaking of Gremory?' Luka thought to himself, "Did she say her name or anything?"
Diarmuid shook his head, "Not directly at least. She questioned whether or not we'd been the cause of the other boy's death, and I denied it. I truthfully explained I'd merely defended you from a fallen angel, and that seemed to satisfy her curiosity. Though she did mention something about a house called Gremory."
'Ah… I was right.' Luka sweatdropped, "I see. She is someone that goes to the school, just… didn't expect her to be a mage."
"She isn't."
"Huh?"
Diarmuid cleared his throat, "She is a devil, same mythology as the fallen angels. As you can probably figure out, angels also exist. If my memory serves correctly, only the devils operate in houses. Plus, the magic circle she appeared from seemed laced with that kind of magic they'd use."
Rubbing his forehead, Luka clapped his laptop shut and stood to his feet, "I see… Well, school tomorrow should be interesting."
"So what happens next?" Diarmuid asked.
Luka raised a brow, "Now? I'm going to bed. I don't know about you but I'm done for the day, much more of all of this, and I'm going to have a headache." He chuckled and moved back over to his bed to take a seat.
"I see, very well then. I will guard the perimeter for the time being then." Diarmuid informed.
Looking confused, Luka eyed the man, "You don't need to sleep?"
"I'm a spirit essentially, I don't exactly need to." The man chuckled.
With a shrug, Luka sighed and swung his legs up on the bed, and closed his eyes, "Suit yourself. There is a futon in the closet in case you change your mind."
Diarmuid nodded, "I appreciate the offer. I have one question if you don't mind of course."
"Ask away." Luka said with a curious expression.
"Do you really not know how to use any magic?"
Luka sat up at that, "I don't."
Diarmuid looked a bit confused as he continued, "Just trying to wrap my head around how you summoned me and did the regeneration. If you don't have knowledge of magic, it seems… odd."
Rubbing his chin thoughtfully, Luka rested his elbow on his knee, "I'd imagine I just monkey-brained it."
"Monkey… brain?"
With a quick laugh, Luka nodded, "Essentially, I did it on instinct. As a means to survive, I probably acted in a way I didn't realize I could. It gives me even more reason to figure out how to control it as soon as possible, can't just rely on dumb luck."
Diarmuid stood there for a couple of seconds before accepting the answer, "I see. I'll go on and patrol the area then."
"Goodnight…" Luka yawned as he flopped back down on the bed, watching the man seemingly dematerialize before his eyes.
Luka blinked at the sight before tossing a shoe at the switch on the wall to flick the light off.
Rolling under the covers, the dark-haired boy pulled a pillow down under his neck and closed his eyes.
"I guess I'll have to see what happens in the morning."
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And that's a wrap. I get that some of the Fate fans out there might be scratching their head out of confusion in regard to how the whole sacred gear works, but in short, without spoiling too much, I can say this much; from reading into the lore and pages, and also talking with some people, a lot of the things are pretty interconnected.
So we thought, my beta and I, that you could make a pretty interesting Longinus if you began fiddling around with it enough to put it all under one banner.
Though don't worry too much about it becoming too overpowered this early on. It's not like he is going to be able to summon Gilgamesh on day two or anything like that. Even summoning Diarmuid was a bit of a fluke made up of dumb luck.
Anyhow, I hope you guys enjoyed it. Let me know what you think.