Gilgamesh walked through the quiet streets carrying his bride with him. There was no one out and about, no one to see him, no one to question him. This left him to his thoughts, his mind kept replaying the events. Her fight, her lovely devotion and hope torn apart. He was impressed by her display. He only wished now that she would be undamaged from it all.

He already carried the weight of the world on him. It was his to have, and his to rule over. He was not effected by the sins of mankind. However, she most certainly would be. She could barely carry the weight of her own sins, let alone a world full. But that brilliant light of hers. It was just the same as the light of her sword, no, it was even brighter than that. He knew that it was the reason she was released from the curse. That light, whatever it was, shielded her from it. At least that is what he was being led to believe. If this allowed her to be free from any aftereffects then she truly was a woman fit for him. She would be worthy to carry the title of Queen and rule the world by his side.

He made it back to his apartment and opened the door. Once inside he made a beeline to the couch and laid her down gently, being mindful of her head. Gilgamesh smiled and then reached down to the table to pick up the remote control to the television. There was a show playing that he was uninterested in. He had plans to make so he went into the kitchen to grab the phone. He dialed the number to the main office of the building.

"Hello sir, how can I help you this evening?"

"I require a car to be brought to the front. I'll be leaving in the next hour or so for Tokyo."

"Tokyo? I will try my best sir to find a driver for that…"

"You will, I have plenty of money, so just find one and have them come up to retrieve my things."

"Yes sir. I'll need at least 20 minutes to do it…"

"That is fine."

Gilgamesh hung up the phone. He sighed and moved back into the living room. An alert sound rang out as the screen on the TV flashed. A female reporter stood at the foot of the mountain. Smoke and ash clearly visible in the distance.

"This just in! A fire broke out on Mount Enzou. Officials say that the cause of the fire is unknown, though it is suspected arson. Emergency services are on the scene, the fire has already spread out into the forest and mountain lake. The whole of the Buddhist Ryuudou Temple is destroyed. Most of the fire has been contained and there is no word yet if there are remains found. As far as the residents of the temple go, they were not present during the time of the fire. Though speculation is that whoever set the fire did so with no intentions of harming anyone. More on this story at 11."

Gilgamesh scoffed at the television.

They truly had no idea what had happened and as far as he was concerned they never would. He would have used that abomination to cull the weak and unimportant weeds from his garden. However, he stayed his hand for Arturia.

"Arturia"

He loved the way her name rolled off his tongue. She was flesh and blood now, and she would not like to wake to a world covered in flames. She should wake in the world just as it is now. When the time comes he will cut down the rampant growth, and he will do so with his Queen by his side. But for now, he would let them be.

The only thing that would come of this news though was questions. Ever since he came to live in this world 10 years ago, Kirei had shown him what there was to know about it. The few things that mattered at this point were the Mages Association and the Holy Church. With Kirei dead and no news from Fuyuki, they would be drawn in to investigate. This was something that would not be avoidable. So, his goal was to leave Fuyuki as soon as possible. To ensure they do not attempt to interfere with his plans.

They were flies regardless. No one would be able to stop him, the true king of this world. Should they try it, he would just simply condemn them all to death. Less filth in his garden.
Gilgamesh left the room to begin gathering all the important items he needed in this world. Kirei was resourceful when he procured documentation for him. He was surprised when it was all laid out to him. From what he understood, it was something common that the 8th sacrament provided for those that worked for them.

A Birth Certificate –This had him as a citizen of Iraq born in Al-Khidhir. That place held little meaning for him, but it was close to his true home, Uruk.
Passport –It listed everything about him, his name, height, weight, sex, place of origin, and had a nice picture of him.

International Driver's Permit –Something he felt like he didn't need but regardless it was of some use.

Medical Records –Stating that he was in the utmost health and had superior genetics.

Kirei even managed to get proof of his citizenship to both Japan and Iraq.

All these things he would need to obtain for Arturia.

Gilgamesh closed the suitcase he had. It was time to leave. He made his way back into the living area of his luxurious apartment, setting the suitcase of documents next to the others that held clothes. He didn't need to take everything, just enough until he made it to Iraq. It was not like he was particularly attached to any of these simple belongings. They were not so uncommon that he would find them invaluable. So, he would just purchase new items that pleased him. He had plenty of money, and given Kirei's advice, he had two different bank accounts solely for his use. Gilgamesh thought little of having to do so, but it made spending his money in this world easier.

Giving a gold brick was cause for question and suspicion.

He looked back towards the television that was playing some stupid game show. While bending to pick up the remote control for it he glanced at his treasure. He smiled as he turned the TV off. He approached her and scooped up her prone form. He walked out the door and into the hallway, allowing the servants that were waiting to take the bags.

Gilgamesh just went to the elevator and rode it down, not bothering to wait for them. When the doors opened, no one dared question him. They did not when he entered, and they would not when he was leaving. Not even the chauffeur raised an eyebrow or showed any concern when he gently placed Arturia in the backseat and then sat beside her.

They knew better. It was the unconscious obedience that they all had to their king. Even if they did not know that's what they were feeling.

He was comfortable with waiting for the baggage to be loaded into the limousine. It gave him time to adjust his queen to laying her head in his lap.
The driver turned back to look at Gilgamesh.

"Are you ready to go sir?"

"Yes."

Gilgamesh sighed. He didn't like pointless questions and conversations. He was pleased when the man closed the divider and left him alone. He wanted privacy as he sat back and closed his eyes.

He rested for most of the journey to Tokyo. One hand resting on his chin while the other was woven into Arturia's hair. He rarely needed sleep and often he hated it. Dreaming was not one of Gilgamesh's favorite things. When he dreamed it was too much of a memory, to see his homeland, to be with his friend. No, it was something he did not like. So, he only took to resting. Letting his mind go blank while having his eyes closed. It was relieving to him and it made reserving mana easier.

It took a good six hours from Fuyuki to Tokyo, thankfully a bit shorter due to nice traffic conditions. Not many people would be driving on the road this early into the morning.
The car finally pulled up to the hotel. One he had picked just hours before, it was the best highly rated one he could find. It was just a plus that it was only minutes away from the international airport. The driver came around to open the door so he could get out. He was loathe to move but he had to get Arturia inside and into an actual bed.

"Sir, I can go and grab a wheelchair for the lady if you'd like…"

"No, only I shall be holding my wife while she sleeps." Gilgamesh's tone was firm.

This made the driver back off and went to unload the baggage from the car. A lonely valet came out of the building to help with the bags as well.

Once Gilgamesh was out, he then bent down to lift his beloved into his arms. As if he would need a wheelchair for her. He did not want to leave her in some base mongrels care either. While she was asleep and vulnerable there was no way she was going to be separated from him.

The driver was already finished unloading the vehicle and bringing it into the hotel.

Gilgamesh walked through the hall and went straight to check in. He spoke to the smiling desk clerk to arrange his room.

"Hello sir, what can I help you with this morning?"

Her light voice was cheery. This lightened his mood a bit.

"I would like the best room you have available. I require one fit for a king."

A room fit for a king. He would have the best for his limited stay there.

"Ah, well I have a few… but they are quite expensive…"

"Money is not a problem. The best is what I will receive. See to it."

She then looked at him with widened eyes. He knew exactly what she was thinking. He was someone important. She realized that he would not be denied and he would get what he wanted. This pleased him when she began to be more willing to serve.

"Ah, yes sir, I have our diplomat suites available. They have stunning views, large living space, a dining room, fully functioning kitchen and a king sized bed. The bathroom is quite big as well with a marble tub and rain shower. They also come with a personal butler…"

"I accept this." His bored tone of voice made the poor girl stutter.

"Y-yes sir. I'll just need your name and billing information…"

Gilgamesh sighed and had the driver give the girl his passport and his bank card for payment. The poor girl fumbled with it a bit before setting it all straight and getting his information down. She had a slight blush on her face when she saw his passport. It was no surprise to him, he knew that women found him attractive. He was a demigod so they simply knew he was of a finer breed.

"Okay, I have you set up. How long will you be staying for?"

"I will stay for as long as I wish." He got annoyed with that question.

"Oh… well that's alright, I'll just leave it open ended for you. I will inform the butler that will be waiting for you. He will have your keys to the room. I hope you enjoy your stay!"

He was glad to be out of the presence of the young woman. He was beginning to grow impatient with her.

There was a young man in a black and white uniform waiting for him at the elevator. He smiled and went to welcome him, but stopped when he looked to Arturia. He then just bowed and walked Gilgamesh to the suite's door. He just unlocked the room and whispered his greeting so that only Gilgamesh could hear it. He caught on to the fact that he did not want to be bothered and just left them alone.

He was pleased with the room when he walked in. There was a living area with modernized seating and entertainment, as well as a piano. He did not know how to play it, though it was aesthetically pleasing. The whole room was washed with black and white. The fabric was white while all the hard surfaces where black. He found it odd but ignored it.
There was a soft knock on the door.

"Enter."

Gilgamesh knew it was the men he had bringing his things. The servants were in the room setting his belongings down. They had made no moves to help him unpack or even to ask him if there was anything they could do. No, they had nothing to say or do, so they left silently. He had already paid them so there was no need for them to remain. No need for them to speak. Their use was fulfilled.

He decided to ignore the other features of the place first by moving on straight to the bedroom. The first sight he was greeted to was the view of the Tokyo cityscape. It was soon to be dawn and his room would face the rising sun. He carried Arturia to the bed and gently laid her down. After releasing her he stretched his arms as they grew weary of being in the same position. Gilgamesh then walked over to the curtains to close them. He would not have the sun bothering them while they slept.

Arturia would need to be clothed now that she's in a more permanent place. As much as he would enjoy sharing the bed with her naked form close to his, she would get cold. Her body was thin and delicate.

His fingers traced her legs starting at her calf working up. He reveled in the softness of her skin. As a heroic spirit she did not retain any wounds inflicted on her. If she had, she would be sporting scars along those beautiful thighs of hers. Scars that he made with his swords.

"Oh how I long for these to be wrapped around me…" Gilgamesh smirked and licked his lips slowly.

His hands avoided the spot between her thighs and moved over her hips. There he found discolored and textured flesh. He gently caressed the mark that marred her. This was from when she was alive, there was no doubt about it. The killing blow perhaps? He wasn't very familiar with her legend and thus not familiar with how she died.

"I wish I could have been there to watch as you laid on the battle field bleeding. Did you cry out in anguish when you realized you were dying? Your tears of suffering would have been sweet to taste…" Gilgamesh leaned down to kiss the healed over wound.

Again he trailed her body this time moving up over her toned stomach. Her body would fit against his quite well. She was muscular but not overly so, her features were small but curved out enough to not be considered to angular. Her breast were on the small side but this would not bother him. It almost baffled him as to how the people around her in her time couldn't notice.
Gilgamesh concluded his exploration of her for now. So, he moved himself from the bed and went to fetch his suitcase with his clothes. For now, she would just have to settle in being dressed in his clothing. Not that she had much choice for the moment. He would have to get her a tailor as soon as she wakes.

He picked up the suitcase and brought it into the bedroom. From it all he needed would be a shirt and perhaps some shorts. They would be big on her, as his frame was definitely larger, but they would at least cover her. It was effortless for him to dress her.

He placed his hand against her cheek, stroking it.

"Once you wake my dear, the fun will begin. Do not leave your king waiting."

Gilgamesh pulled Arturia's tousled hair completely free from her bun and stroked her head.

She was a flawless sleeping beauty and he anticipated the moment she would be free from slumber.

There was light, a bright and blinding light that she awoke to. A young girl lifted herself from the ground to sit. She looked around to find nothing in either direction, just white lilies for as far as her eyes could see.

She yawned, rubbed her emerald green eyes, and looked up to the sky. The clouds were scattered all about but there was no sun. Light shined from every direction through the clouds but it had no source. It was bright and completely artificial. There was no way of knowing what time it was. Like time was frozen.

The girl was confused. She rose slowly to her feet and wiped down her dress. The cream and white cloth was barely touched by the dirt of the ground. It felt heavy on her frame as she righted herself. It felt almost wrong to be wearing something as encumbering as it was. However she just shook that feeling off.

The wind rolled in from one direction and swept her golden blonde hair with it. Her hair was loose, another thing that felt strange. She tucked the strands that had flown loose back behind her ear and walked with the wind. She had no destination but she needed to be somewhere.

Where?

Images flashed through her mind, places, people, and events of history. A sword that was lodged into a big rock. Knights standing before a large round table. Blood, swords and battle fields all pouring out. She could feel the blades, the power and the pain. She could hear the clash of metal and smell the death. But strangely she did not feel shocked. No, she realized now that she was no maiden, she was a warrior.

She looked down to her hands. They were rough from year of hard work. Small cuts ran across her skin to show where she nicked herself. This alone confirmed what her memories provided her with.

A Castle standing tall with banners of red and gold. She missed them. She missed her people, her knights. This made her feel a greater sense of urgency. She was their king and she needed to be back in her court, amongst friends and subjects.

King?

"Arthur…? No, that doesn't sound quite right."

She thought for a bit longer.

"Saber…no that doesn't sound right either!"

She stopped and put her hands to her head. Why couldn't she remember who she was? How could she forget someone like herself? She was a king! Then it hit her.

"Arturia! I know who I am… I am the king of Britain. Arturia Pendragon."

Just when Arturia finally regained a sense of herself, she lost it. A sharp stabbing pain ripped through her. It bloomed from her abdomen out and shot through her nervous system. She placed her hands to the source and found it wet. Blood. It was everywhere now spilling out all over the lilies. The pain was unreal as she did her best to stay standing. Her eyes fluttered shut.
What she couldn't see was the change. No longer was it blood that covered the field, it was a thick ooze. From the viscous liquid small white hands clutched to her dress. They pulled at her until she was swallowed by the fluid.

She couldn't even cry out.

Her world turned black.

Okay so just know that this isn't dead or really finished. I DO have further plans and I'm doing my best to get them all out there xD. I am in a bit of a pickle as far as writing/editing so if there happens to be ANYONE out there that wants to help or just talk fate/stay or bounce ideas off, then by all means message me!
Thank you for reading!