Summary: Emiya Shirou had withstand one major event of his life and bore scars from it. Now with the impending shadows of his most tragic memory, how can the survivor hope to pull through once again?
Perhaps by outside intervention.
A/N: Now I will say this first and foremost, I do not have the greatest track record for writing. This is my attempt to correct this and hope that perhaps a creative writer can be within my sights once again. Now for the next part. I have very limited knowledge of Nasuverse know-hows, having only watch FSN anime and only two routes of the FSN visual novel. I have developed a strange love for this unique universe and only hope to learn more about it, but for now I am making things as I go. I'm all for correcting me and teaching me the exact know-hows of magecraft and others. Tsukuhime is something I've been interested for a long time, but fail to get it for various reasons. I know only very few characters of said series and wish to know them on more acceptable levels, wikipedia and wikia don't exactly tell me what I need.
Last I'm going to need a few read throughs on this for I am using only notepad for this. Reason being that I use notepad for quick access and that its very simple(I know Word is simple, but I've been bugged down by computer problems and fail to transfer files.) So I know there will be mistakes and am more than willing to correct them.
Now with that done, Imma do what I can.
Winds grind upon metal as a passenger plane begins its descent to landing. Within, many passengers begin to rise from jet-borne slumber from a tiring journey through the clouds. The occasional bumps from arm-stretch yawnings cause some ruckus in portions of the aircraft along with short bursts of flesh meeting flesh claps as passengers slap themselves awake.
"Uwaaaaaah!" A young raven-haired girl squeals out lowly mostly to herself, but manages to catch the attention of her fellow seatmate. The older seatmate brown-black haired male had been resting his head against the natural headrest of his seat, but when his fellow passenger squealed softly, he lifted his head only to feel the quick, yet not unwanted pain of his neck popping. He inaudibly breathed out a relieved sigh as his neck accustomed back to its original curve. He then turned to his fellow seatmate.
"First time flying?" His voice is low and soft. The girl almost didn't catch it, but because she had been downright terrified, she had picked it up like it were a siren.
"Ano...not really, more like the second time..." If his voice was soft, her's was baby smooth. "I thought I could get use to it... but.."
"You got scared again" His face held a small smile as he tilt his head side to side, cracking his vertebrae every now and then. She nods her head. He chuckles slightly.
"Well, don't worry. The pilots are professionals." Her eyes lock with his.
"So were the ones on those crashes on the news!" Her eyes grew large and wide, the edges brimming with tears. 'How did she do that?' was the man's thoughts.
"Ah, you got me there. I still stand by what I said though. I promise you that this flight will go along just fine." He places on a charming smile. The raven-haired youth returned a small rise of the lip ends.
"Anyway, still scared?" She nods.
"Hai, I keep thinking on how all this could go wrong."
"I'd say not to think that, but you'd probably wouldn't listen." She snorts.
"You've been a jittery, twitchy, nervous wreck since you got on. It's hillarious." Her eyes had been distant, but soon lock back on his. A pout is present on her lips.
"Really, I'm all so pleased to have been amusing."
"Well, thats good. Seeing that you took my snacks." Her face gives way to shock, eyes widened, mouth agape, and her body open-armed.
"I did?" He nods and smiles. "When we got our courtesy snack packages, your's just vanished into your mouth. Like shooom, out like a ghost." He made plane take off gesture with his hands, causing the girl to blush.
"Then you kept eyeing mine. Would let it out of your sight for like 5 minutes. I then decided it be best for you to have it." Again the girl blushes and now bowed her head till her bangs hung over. "G-g-go-gomen..."
"Don't worry about it, it helped calm you." 'For about 5 minutes' His face betrayed nothing. Bliss.
"So studying abroad?" The girl nodded vehemently. "Ah, so let me guess...American?" Her face became aghast. "How did you know?" 'You have a patch on your left breast pocket. American flag...Seton Hall?' Once again his face betrayed nothing.
"Well, America is one of the more popular places for abroad students from Japan. My next guess was Britain." Her face resembles the english colon and capital oh. "Sugoi..." The man was on a high pedestal. Not often one like him hears that.
"...so I assume you travel often?" Her eyes ever watching.
"Yes, my job tends to have me go around alot."
"Wow! Must be nice to see new places all the time." His face takes a distant look. "It would, but my work tends to have me too busy to do so."
"Awwww, that sucks." 'Is she getting all teary-eyed now?' He was right, there was water at the girl's lids.
"So...heading home to see the family on break?" He was haste to change the subject-
"Hai, but I only have my mom to come home to..." and he was right. Punch on! Apply directly to the face!
"...I'm sorry to hear that. Divorced?" 'Okay, why don't you just shove that fist down your throat, you insensitive jackass.' "No...my mom doesn't talk about my dad and my brother was killed in an accident." 'Oh, forget self-choking, just burn yourself.' Once more, his face betrayed nothing, but regret.
"Gomenasai. I shouldn't have pried." 'Too late, dattebayo'
"Ah, it's alright. It happened a long time ago. I am at peace with it." 'She has steel. I'll give her that'
"I assume you live in Shinto Teito?" Her eyes perk up.
"HAI! What yourself? Native?" That got her out of it.
"Hai, unless you're talking about born in Tokyo. I was born and raised in Kyoto."
"Awww" Her face drooped "So going home?" Her eyes lock once more with her new found inflight friend.
"Ah, no. Going in the oposite direction actually. Going abit farther north. Fuyuki city."
"Ah, I hear its a nice place... Wasn't there a big fire there?"
"Yea, I hear it recovered well. I'm visiting someone there."
"Cool, is it a girl?" 'Ha, knew that was coming'
"No, I suppose. I'm visiting a friend I had when I was a kid. Though one of his caretakers is girl whom I'm friendly with."
Her face brightens up. "Hoooooy! A innocent visit to a sickly friend suddenly fires up passions of love between his two caretakers~"
The man could only blanch. 'How in the world?'
"That's so kawaii~!"
"Matte matte, how did you jump to that conclusion!"
"Ayah, it's all there, you visit a sickly friend and soon become enraptured with his caretaker that you are so close too.~"
Her eyes held hearts, gone was the fear prior. 'Guess this is slightly better than before.'
"First off, He's not sickly. Secondly, we are friends only. I see her only when I was near the area, which is rarely."
"That supports it!"
"No it doesn't!"
"YES!"
"NO!"
"We are now arriving at Shinto Teito Airport. Arriving at gate C35."
Emiya Shirou grins.
A job well done.
An old generator sits before his dirt-covered form. It appears worn and scruffed, yet also stong and reliable. With a wipe of his arm, sweat is off his forehead. He lets out a breath of relief. The class president, Issei, had asked him to take a look at the generator for the staff. If it had been hopeless, the school would buy another, but once more, "Handyman Emiya" had saved the school some money.
"I wonder how my hero outfit would look like?" The boy asks himself. His thoughts ranged from simple orange jumpsuits to extravagant suits of latex and capes.
He laughs as he shakes his head. He rises from the floor, having knelt infront of the machine for a few hours now. He tilts his top half back, offsetting his spine, before straightening up. His eyes fall upon his tools spread across a white towel that he rests his knees upon earlier. He groans as he bends over to pick them all up.
Once all the tools were placed back into his toolbox, he picked up the towel and threw it onto his arm. He then made his way out of the room and out the building.
Once outside, the sun had just begun to fall into the horizon. The sky was orange and he could see other students finishing up with their respective clubs. No one in particular stood out to him and no one seem to notice he was there. All in all, it was a good day. Nothing stood out amongst the ordinary in class. Just an average day of societal standards of learning.
Emiya Shirou was content with this routine.
He passes the school's front gate. No one calls him. Nor did he expect any.
With hands that will never hold anything
"Are you here for business or pleasure?" The brown-black haired man matched eyes with the security guard. The man then brought his hand to his chin and appeared to ponder it. The guard was about to sigh, but an answer came just before.
"Pleasure I suppose, I'm visiting a friend."
The guard could only sweatdrop as the passenger shrugs his shoulder. He motioned the man to go through a tall scanning device. He followed the guard's commands of certain actions in the scanner before stepping out when they told him he was done.
He moved to the end of the checkpoint to gather his things. His eyes had traced over the logo of the great scanning device.
'M.B.I.?' "Mid Bio Informatics." The man turned to see a man with a white lab coat, a card on his left breast reading 'M.B.I.'
"That new company that plans to buy out Shinto Teito?"
"The very one." With that, the scientist walked away.
"Hmm, so another corporate power in Tokyo. Things are getting alittle out of hand." He says as he reaches for his belongings.
First is a black fabric jacket with white stripes on the arms. It had a hoodie, but no straps to tighten it. Metal zipper one would find on any modern jacket. Underneath the jacket was a black short sleeve collar button-up shirt. Black buttons with clear stripes of laminate on the left side of the light seems to reflect off of these strips and give a unique white coloring. The light also reflects off a floral laminate stripings on the right side of the shirt. A black fiber-mesh shirt lies under the button-up.
He then grabs a pair of dark blue and white sneakers and slips them onto his feet. They seem to go along with his near-white beige slacks that seem to have elastic mesh over the knees. He gathers his few bags.
"I'm sorry miss, but you are going to have to wait." A guard says.
"Uwaaah! Why?" That voice is very familiar.
With a turn, the dark apparel man sees his inflight seatmate being detained.
"You must have a parent or guardian escort you. I'm afraid that these regulations have been put in place." The girl's eyes have begun streaming tears.
"Uwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! But I was allowed through the gates back in America!"
He steps back to the scanning device. The technician behind the machine makes to inform his co-worker.
"Ano...She's with me" The brown-black haired man voices. The guard turns as does the girl. Both have their eyes lock with his own.
"Shes my sister, she can be alittle unbearable at times." He says to the guard and then turns to the girl. "Lets go...imouto-chan. We're going to be late." Her eyes were wide, but she began to nod her head. Nodding so fast, that the spectators had begun to fear for her neck.
"Ah...hai! O-o-on-Onii-chan!" She steps quickly through the scanning machine, no problem, and the guard had already waved them through.
'Well, thats not a good sign. I now fear for all of Japan.' The raven-haired man turned to his companion. She had just put on her shoes...wait those are boots.
'Really big boots' The man thought as he turns his sight towards the girl's face. She's smiling up at him.
"Arigatou...Oniichan" Her face brightens at the word. 'It seems she is liking how it rolls off.'
"No problem, just thought I'd help the new flyer out." She smiles wider.
"Well, I guess this is where we go our seperate ways." Her face becomes that of fear. "...Unless you don't know where you're going?" She nods.
"(sigh)...well, follow me then. Where did your mom say she would pick you up?"
"Ano...She said she would meet me in the front lobbies."
"Well, then thats where I'll take you... but first. I gotta take a leak."
The man begins to walk towards the side of the large junction room. He leads the girl inbetween two doorways, one indicating male restroom. The other a females. "Ah, I need to go aswell." Her legs are slightly bent toward one another. He smirks.
"Alright, ladies first."
"Okay... you won't steal my luggage?" Her eyes lock upon the older's.
"No, what do you take me for?" They both smile.
"Alrighty, be back in a jiffy." She disappears into the restroom.
The man sets the bags by his leg and rests against the wall standing. His eyes trace over towards the bags that belong to the girl. He then faced forward and closed his eyes.
'Shes alittle too trusting... Well, I suppose she's either got an incredible amount of luck or a very good judge of character.'
Shortly she comes back. His eyes quickly looks her over. She is still wearing a white long-sleeve collar shirt with a black necktie. A black miniskirt and shorts combo along side of high black boots with higher black thigh socks. Her hair sways slightly as she stands before him. Her hair is short for a girl, its only long on the sides and has four bangs angled towards her left. She is smiling.
"Alright, don't steal my stuff." He says with a smile and makes for the restroom. He sees her grab the strap of his bag and attempt to lift it. After a few tries, she drops the straps and begins to pant.
"Its heavy."
They both sport large grins.
He quickly goes through his business and as he begins to wash his hands. His eyes linger on the mirror. A few other passengers pass by behind him. Sounds of toilets flushing come at no pattern.
He glances deeply into his own brown eyes, pulling down a few to check if any were red. His hair is short, dark at the edges and gradually become a bright brown at the center. His sideburns are short, but his longer head hair carry over the sides of his head. Only two bangs from his forehead. One hangs off just above his right eyebrow while the other appears to obscure the edge of his left eye. It suits him, combinning with his slightly angular face and small lips, it brings him fairly close to a bishonen temperament.
With a breath, he dries his hands, and leaves.
The girl is still there, shes smiling. The two pick up their bags and by the dark man's lead, they begin walking.
"Mou, theres alot of people here. It's so busy." The raven-haired girl watches in awe as literal thousands of people were moving about the airport. Its crowded and barely any point of personal bubbles constantly being burst. Its something that slightly appeals to the older of the two ravens.
"Well then, here" He holds out his hand, "and hold on tight." The younger of the two ravens glances at the hand and then back up to the face. She alternates between to the two for a moment before she finally takes the hand and smiles.
"Let's go then Onii-chan."
They begin to sift through the crowd as hastily as a swimmer through a pool of caramel.
The girl looked up to her companion. He seemed far too comfortable with all of this going on.
"Onii-chan. Is this how you pick up girls?" The older raven stumbled briefly. He was surprised to have that tossed his way.
"Eh? Why would you say that?"
"You seem all too use to this kind of situation. You got any girlfriends from this?"
"No. You're not my type anyway. Too short." She gasped.
"Anyway, I've had only one girlfriend and a female friend. Thats about it. Picking up girls seems to be too much of an effort."
"Mou..."
The two ravens have finally arrove at the front lobbies and were just descending an escalator.
As the main floor came into view, the short raven's eyes widen as they fall upon one figure.
"OKA-SAN!" The girl leaps the remaining steps and after an olympic grade landing makes a mad dash towards someone. The older companion could only smile as he picks up both his and her luggage as he steps off the escalator.
He spots his fellow talking to a white haired woman. She was younger than he figure her to be. Despite the white hair, her complexion was light and soft, and she was slightly shorter than himself. She sported a white lab coat, very similar to the man from earlier. She also sported an I.D. card on her right breast pocket. M.B.I. once more.
The young raven glances back towards the older raven. Her smile broad as ever. She begins to flail her arms about in a sense one would barely identify as waving.
"Onii-chan!"
The mother glances up and locks eyes with the older raven-head. He could only smile and scratch at his neck. Nervous shivers ran along his arms, for he was uncomfortable under her gaze.
"uh...Ohayo, I see now where her cuteness came from..."
The white haired beauty could only raise a brow while her daughter blushed with her head tipped forward. The raven barely resisted the urge to palm himself. "Ano... guess not the greatest first impression?"
"Not the worst, that I can say." Her reply was quick and sharp.
He then hands the younger of the two females her bags.
"Well then, since you are now in good hands, I'll take my leave. Goodbye and I hope to see you again." "Bye Onii-chan! Thank you for looking after me!"
With both waving, the older raven-hair turns on his heels and heads in the oposite direction.
"Matte! Matte!" He turns his head to see the girl come running back to him. She stops just scant feet away.
"Hold on, I never got your name Onii-chan."
'Oh how silly of me' He smiles. He crosses his right arm over his abdomen and his left behind his back. Brings his left foot behind his right and bows his body slightly. With his head tipped forward, he says "My name is Kazehara Ikari, imouto-chan. And it is very nice to meet you."
He straightens himself to see the girl before him bring her hand up to her mouth and giggle.
She then places her right foot behind and past her left, crossing her legs behind her, and grabs the edges of her miniskirt. She bows her body and head and slightly lifts the edges of her skirt.
"I am Sahashi Yukari, and it was also nice to meet you." It was a pretty good curtsy, a very americanized version of an english woman's greeting, but still a good one.
She straightens up and smiles. Ikari returns it.
"Yukari!" Her mother beckons her. With a smile the young girl waves once more before turning on her heels to run to her mother. Said mother's eyes lock once more upon Ikari's own. It is a menacing stare, but one that Ikari could understand.
'I do not know you and you shall do no harm to my daughter.'
He smiles and nods his understanding. He waves once more before the two disappear amongst the crowds. Turning, he continues toward his destination. He raises his left wrist to reveal a watch.
"Hmm, my plane was late."
Shirou ran a hand through his red-brown hair as he neared his home estate. His thoughts on what to cook for dinner tomorrow keeping him well-occupied. Tomorrow he would be coming home early, for he had no plans to do any repairs for the school or work at his part-time job.
"Perhaps Takoyaki or maybe something with pickled eggplant..."
He mutters to himself as he opens his front entrance. His thoughts were far too busy to take in the fact there was an extra pair of shoes along side of two others he was familiar with.
"Tadaima" His voice rings out through the home.
"Okaerinasai senpai." A soft voice companying a beautiful girl with violet hair. Her lavender eyes meet Shirou's own hazel.
"Ohayo Sakura. How was your day?"
"Ah, it was well."
"Thats good, what are you making?"
"I am making Kakuni. It should be ready soon."
"Thats good, wouldn't want to have Fuji-nee starving for too long."
The two students share a light laugh before Sakura gasped. "Ano senpai, you hav-"
"SHIIIIROOOOUU-CHAAAAAN!" A loud cry from deep within the home interupts the shy girl.
Further down the hall, a short-haired woman sporting a large green dress and a yellow with black stripes shirt appears and makes a truly mad dash towards the two. Shirou swore he saw a large tiger face behind the woman.
She immediately bypasses Sakura and wraps her arms around Shirou's neck. What could've been a highspeed hug turned into hurricane of movement as Shirou was then pulled by the shorter woman, whipped around her(nearly smashing Sakura), and was then placed into a headlock. All within 2 seconds.
"Ack! Gah! Ca-can't breathe...Fuji...-nee" His eyes were beginning to roll back. The woman lets up on her hold, but then grasps the boys collar.
"Shirou-chan. We have a visitor!" She cries then drags the boy behind her. Shirou barely manages to toss his shoes back at teh entrance. Sakura watches with mild amusement then picks and places Shirou's shoes along the rest.
The striped woman, Fujimura Taiga, had brought Shirou to his dinning room where soon came face to face with a newcomer, who rose to his feet when the two entered.
"Ah, Ohayo. Sorry for intruding Emiya Shirou. My name is Kazehara Ikari, I am happy to see you."
Shirou stood (or tried to for Fujimura still held his collar) still, his mind running the process of understanding. It took a sharp pain to the back of the head for Shirou to stumble out of his stupor.
"Ack...welcome to our home, Kazehara-san." Ikari smiles as he returns to his original sitting position at the table. Soon Sakura walks into the room only to wave to everyone before continuing on towards the kitchen.
"Well Ikari-chan, why didn't you say you were coming back? We could've had a huge feast!" The oldest of the four's words seem to bring doubts in one of the others.
'More like have Sakura and myself make the feast.' Shirou though as he brings more rice to his lips. So far, only Ikari and Fuji-nee were keeping up a conversation.
"You know I don't like that Tai-chan, I highly prefer to make the food myself... Also" He turns to Sakura, who looks back surprised. "Matou-san, the kakuni is very good. Would this happen to be a shot at the Okinawan version?" Once more surprised, Sakura nods. "Hai, and you can call me Sakura, Kazehara-san. Ano, is there something lacking?" "Call me Ikari and no, the stew is fantastic. I tasted some awamori so I took a guess." He smiles as he once again digs into the food. Shirou watches a satisfied smile appear on the purple girl's lips. Indeed, her culinary skills were impressive.
'She is probably pass my level already.' runs through Shirou's head as he takes another helping.
"Uwaaah, such good food! If only I didn't have to grade papers, I would eat this all night!" The tiger Fuji-nee starts to moan, with tears falling along her cheeks.
"Oh thats right, I forgot you became a teacher." Ikari glances up from his food. The crying woman suddenly became joy incarnate, "YOSH! Thats right, Shirou here is one of my students!" She even stands up and throws a hand toward the redhead.
"Ah," the raven-head turns and bows his head to Shirou, "You are in my prayers Emiya-kun. I hope the gods repay you for your good deeds"
Shirou also bows his head, "Arigato, I will need all that I can get." A hard-pressed Sakura fought the urge to giggle at the two males, however, a shocked Fujimura suddenly draws out a bokken with a tiger strap and slams down upon the bowed head of Ikari.
As the redhead and purplette flinch, the sole victim only resumes eating. "Mou Tai-chan...Where did you draw that! You didn't have it earlier!" A very reasonable question.
"Nevermind that, since you are here, did you bring it?" The evil aura that permeates the bokken seemed to disperse when her form hunched over the table and large brown eyes peered into his own. The boy begins to sweat before finally letting out a breath.
"Hai, Hai. Let me just bring it out. Cheater" the last part was let under his breath so no other occupant caught it. He reaches over to a black bag and drags it back to him. Openning it, he begins to dig into its contents. Shortly, he retrieves a square aluminum container covered by foil. He places the container on the table causing the older woman to squeal in delight.
"YES! Kyoto's Kazehara Horaki Sweet Bread!" She sings as she rips off the foil to reveal surprisingly ordinary looking bread. She then rips a small chunk and stuffs it down her throat. A moan of pleasure escapes her.
The two students glance at one another before cautiously taking a piece of the bread after Ikari motions them to do so. They too disolve at the taste and texture.
"See, the delicious taste of the sweet bread. It shall tame any beast." Fujimura's voice is sing-song as she helps herself to another bite. "Take Tai-chan for example" *Whack* "Itai" Fujimura stands triumphant with her bloodthirsty shinai.
"At least one thing to be proud of my parents for" Ikari digs in more into his stew as the others seem to slow down.
"Bah! Your father does admirable work. You should be more appreciative."
"Tai-chan, all he makes are eroges!"
"Its beautiful work! He has loads of fans"
"You know, one of his biggest fans is in Fuyuki"
"Eh" She stops, Ikari smirks. Shirou is fairly curious now.
"I've been wondering why you've been defending his career path so adamantly, Ms. FeedtheTiger." In one moment, Fujimura was on one side of the table, 4 or so feet from Ikari. A blink later, She had reached across the table with both hands grasping at Ikari's collar. The next blink, she had brought him over the table and afterward proceeded to shake him back and forth with speed inhuman.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! How could you accuse me of indulging such pieces of art?" Her wails rebound off the walls. Sakura and Shirou could only watch with wide eyes as their elder furiously shakes the boy.
"Who else has such a tagname and defends my father's work like it were the bible?" Is what Ikari was trying to say, but his head kept knocking back and forth forcing the words into gibberish.
"'Operation Family' and 'Heroquest' are brilliant novels!" She wails once again, but this time Ikari caught something at the edge of his eyes. His left arm raised and focused upon one figure.
"Aha! Such reaction could only mean one thing!" he calls out. Everyone's eyes fall upon Sakura as her cheeks tint red. With everyone so focused upon her, the redness spread through her entire face.
"Ah! Sakura-chan, you are also a fan?" Her only answer was that the redness seemed to deepen. This caused Ikari to snort which then lead to Fuji-nee to shake him once more. Shirou looks over the purplette. She appears to purposefully indulge into the sweet bread.
"How dare you put Sakura-chan on the spot Ikari-chan. You devil!"
"Ano..." Fujimura stopped her shaking and both she and Ikari turn towards Shirou.
"What's an eroge?"
The next few hours were filled with Sakura indulging her new found addiction, Fujimura embracing(More like headlock swinging) Shirou whilst crying "Shirou-chan is SOOOO Innocent!". Ikari would have attempted to free Shirou of her deathgrip, but he was too busy on the floor laughing.
Soon Sakura and Taiga left, the former still very much red and now sported crumbs across her lips and the latter taking the prior events with stride.
This left Ikari with Shirou who agreed to allow the former to stay a few nights. Both males remained in the dinning room.
"Is there something on your mind?" Shirou had been noticing that Ikari was fidgeting and appears to look everywhere, but at him.
"Yea, theres a reason for why I'm here. Let's have some tea first." he rises to his feet and makes for the kitchen. Shirou also rises.
"I'll make it, I got a good look at your kitchen when I came in." With forceful hand movements, Shirou relented to the guest's intrusion of his sanctum.
A moment later, Ikari returns with a kettle, two cups, and a tray.
"Didn't quite know what tea you like so I decided to make something different." Pouring himself and Shirou a cup. He passes it to the redhead and both take a testing sip of their drinks.
"Hmm, its tangy." It was warm and pretty good to Shirou's tastebuds.
"Ah that good, its called Tinola. A ginger soup from the Phillipines." He takes a sip. "Normally served with chicken, I believe it also does well as a small tea...and I'm getting distracted." He places down his cup and waits for Shirou to finish his sip.
Shirou places his cup down and looks back at his guest.
"Okay, so how do I go about this... Alright. I'll just wing it." Ikari begins to roll his right sleeve back until it was just below his elbow. He raises the reveal hand until it was adjacent to his face.
"Emiya Shirou. I, Kazehara Ikari, am a magus."
The exposed arm lit up in a spiderweb fashion with neon-yellow lights.
Emiya Shirou was frozen stiff.
A/N:
Well theres one thing I want to figure out. How to end a damn chapter. I was fighting over this, wanting to either end it where it is now or continue on for little while longer. Oh well, now to begin researching the magic basics.
I would like some know-hows on the Nasu magical works. Mage circuits, classes of magecraft, and important stuff about magic. The whole shebang. Need the stuff or I'm going to be forced to wing it. Well. Lets get started on chapter two now.