Hey Everybody! So, um, I'm back from an unexpected four month hiatus with some more Crossing Fates! Haha~! So, enjoy! :D

~Assassin Number 9

Fate Waltz

Sunday Evening – October 9

The sound of water splashing could be heard, laughing getting drowned in the night as well. The lights from the Autumn Festival could be seen in the distance along with the sound of music reminding one of autumn and its many wonders. The female voice that sounded suddenly got closer, taking Cú out of his trance. Her fingers laced around his hand, a corset's strings tightening the corset itself. "You better put your feet in the water, Cú, or I'm going to be dragging you in there without giving you a chance to take your shoes off", the Frenchwoman warned him with a giggle.

The blue-haired man chuckled before slipping off the shoes protecting his feet. "Fine, fine, but only because you're so cute," he replied, squeezing her hand a bit as she pulled him toward the water. The two were alone, for Diarmuid and Arturia had wanted to go to the music tent to dance which was not something that Cú was necessarily wild about. It wasn't the dancing that scared him, but it was being around so many people. Deep down (although in actuality not that deep), Cú loved being around others. It was just that he was so recognizable that made it dreadful. He could not walk through one crowded place and not be recognized. And not only that, but he had also been in front of people, showing his face the entire night, and he wanted a tiny break which Jeanne was sure to give him. "I had fun tonight, Jeanne," the Irishman spoke after a while of the two dancing in the night, twirling the woman as he watched her cheeks light up in an adorable red tint before walking to the beach with her beside him. They lied on the beach towels that Cú had gotten from his car.

"I'm glad." A glowing grin was given. "To be honest, Artie didn't even tell me that you were Diarmuid's brother. That's why I was so surprised to see you," she smiled, scooting closer to him. "I'm sorry about that by the way. I just couldn't even begin to process that you were standing right in front of me." She could see his chest rise and fall from a chuckle. The female gave a giggle herself. "What? That's not funny. That's embarrassing."

"Haha, sorry, sorry. I just don't understand why you froze. I'm just a normal person." He smiled at her. She gave an odd look.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe it's because I've been listening to your music for four years, and most likely every one of your fans is dying to meet you. And, don't try to deny that either. Wouldn't you love to meet your celebrity crush?"

"I'm your celebrity crush?" A happy grin made its way to his face as a blush ran up hers, and she quickly realized that she had messed up. Had she just told him that he was her celebrity crush? She decided to change the subject.

"Ah, um, the stars are very beautiful tonight, do you not think so?" It was all she could think of. Laughs sounded through the night, as the singer beside her laughed. "H-hey! Wh-what are you laughing about?"

"Haha! I'm sorry; I'm sorry!" Jeanne elbowed him softly, only making him laugh even harder. When he finally calmed his funny bone, she heard him mumble to himself. "Damn, you're cute." Her face was now red as a fire.

"Do you just want to go see what Artie and Dia are up to?" she pouted in a murmur. From the corner of her eye, she could see Cú nod his head and start to stand up, then offering her a hand to help her up. From the distance, they could hear a slow song playing. Jeanne watched the man's red eyes look over to where it came from before returning to her with a gentle smile.

"But first, would you like to dance, milady?" A fragile hand slipped into his hand after his lady accepted, and the two danced, and danced, and danced. And before they knew it, the two that they had planned on looking for ended up looking for them. Cú's younger brother called out to them before a slight chuckle was heard from the one beside him, the blonde beauty with eyes of emeralds Arturia. Jeanne's face turned a deep red, yet she did not let go of his hands. She glanced up at Cú, who simply stood smiling at them. "Ah, we meant to search for you both, but it seems that we got caught up in the moment," he told them. Diarmuid and Arturia glanced at each other, only to earn a sly, little comment from Cú, who walked past them with Jeanne following close behind. "A tad bit hypocritical, don't you think, Dia?" Amber eyes went to him in confusion. "Did your fingers tangle around Arturia's here on their own?" And with that, the hands unlaced themselves while the eyes of their owners aimed opposite. Cú chuckled.

"C-Cú, we-we were just trying not to lose each other," the cursed man defended, receiving a sarcastic "sure" from his brother. "A-anyway, we came to tell you that we are going to take a ride on the lift."

"Oh? That sounds like fun. I'll go too. How about you, Jeanne?" The girl frantically nodded her head before grabbing onto her new friend's arm and pulling him toward where the start of the lift was located, walking behind Diarmuid and Arturia whom led the way. It took a few minutes to get there, but they were happy to get there at the time they did. It seemed that they had arrived before the crowd.

The wait for the lifts was not a long one, for in five minutes they had already come. "Two people per cart please," a sign read. Without even thinking, Diarmuid and Arturia walked onto theirs, leaving Cú and Jeanne to ride together. The two couldn't help but give one another a glance, for Arturia and Diarmuid were holding hands once more. "So," the taller one started. "Are you having fun?"

The blonde female giggled as the two sat down across from each other. She nodded with an adorable smile upon her face. "I'm having a lot of fun," she responded lightly. "I think Cú and Jeanne are too." Diarmuid laughed at the comment, recalling seeing them dancing on the beach mere moments ago. He hadn't seen his brother this happy since before the start of his career. "You know, they would make a really cute couple." A nod in agreement came from the handsome male before he cleared his throat while a blush appeared on his cheeks.

"Ah, erm, speaking of couples, um-" Green eyes landed on him as he spoke. "W-well, would you like to go out sometime – I mean, as a, you know, date?" The eyes grew wider, not believing what the man had just asked. It took a moment before she spoke.

"U-um, are you – are you serious?" There was a rather visible blush upon her face as she spoke in disbelief. She hadn't expected him to ask her. She hadn't even expected anyone to ask her. And yet, there she was, frozen in time, because one of the most handsome men in the world most likely was asking her out on a date. She then shook her head, getting out of her daze.

"It's fine if you don't want-" Saber interrupted him.

"No, no, Dia, I would love to. Sorry, I was just extremely-extremely surprised. I would certainly love to," she blushed, her smile stretching from ear-to-ear. Diarmuid almost looked as taken aback as she did. Was he thinking she would say no? He suddenly gave a wide grin, his mole seemed not to be taunting her any longer.

"Great, I can't wait."

Friday Evening - October 14

"Why the hell are you so happy, Dia?" The elder brother had noticed the younger one's oddly happy mood ever since they got home from their "double date" as he liked to call it.

Cú sat at his piano, his fingers playing random notes, every once in awhile grabbing a pencil and writing a note down in the book sitting on the music ledge. Amber eyes aimed at him, watching the male take a sip from his coffee. "I have no idea what you mean. I'm just my usual, happy self." He suddenly heard coughing from his kin and soon came the laughing. "What's so funny?"

"Haha! I'm sorry! It's just," Cú laughed. He calmed himself before continuing his statement. "Sorry, it's just you haven't been happy since before you started dating..." A scoff. "Grainne." Dia gave Cú an annoyed glare. "What? It's true, and you know it. So, what the hell is up with your mood?" He then noticed the blush that was gradually making its way to his younger brother's face. "Oh, I see. You finally have a date with your 'fate mate'. I swear, ever since you started to hang out with her our lives have been more of a romantic comedy than reality."

Diarmuid opened his mouth to argue, but the sound of a phone buzzing interrupted him. Cú looked to the side and picked up his phone before reading a text message he had just received. The hound grunted before standing up and walking towards the kitchen. "Anyway, I'll be back later. I'm going to Archer's," the singer informed the barista after he took a paper bag out of one of the drawers and grabbing quite a few of the many alcoholic beverages that they had to offer.

"I thought you hated Archer."

"Who said I didn't?"

"You are literally going over there to drink and have a battle of the drunks."

"That doesn't mean I like him. That just means he's my designated drinking partner. You don't have to be a friend to be a designated drinking partner," Cú told him.

Dia shook his head before starting to mumble to himself. "You do to be-"

"I'm not listening!" And finally, the door shut, and Diarmuid was left in silence. It was rare when this happened, but it did give him a bit of peace and quiet. He turned his head back in front of him, his eyes catching sight of the picture on the nearby table. There he was, with Cú, smiling and laughing. It was his first day of college, only a week before his temporary hell started.

Suddenly, he remembered something. The Irishman pulled out his wallet, grabbing a picture from within and walked out the door of the apartment, making his way to the apartment on the other side of the floor. He knocked, waiting for either his brother or Archer to answer. Diarmuid couldn't help but feel a bit excited as the sound of footsteps could be heard from inside the room. It seemed that it was Archer who had went to answer. "Dia? What are you-?"

"You'll see here in a second", Diarmuid told the man as he let himself in and saw Cú mixing whatever concoctions he could make up on the spot. The hound looked up at him in confusion before shrugging and pulling out a third glass. "I'm going to make you proud, Cú!"

"Should I be worried? Because the last time you told me that you would make me proud was when you told me that you had gotten a girlfriend who kind of like, you know, threw your pride into a shit pile." The younger brother glared at the other man before sighing and telling him to sit down beside Archer on the couch. "So, what are you going to make me proud about?"

With that, Diarmuid took out the picture – him and Grainne on their last vacation together. He saw the two scoff simultaneously. The one thing they could agree on was that his ex was nothing but a witch. "And this is why the world created shot glasses and whiskey. Cheers, asshole." Archer laughed at the statement as they both started their weekly drinking. "Now go on before we start getting drunk. I want to remember this just in case if it really is something to be proud of, I can actually look back at this important moment."

"Okay, okay. Fine, watch this." The picture tore in two. Archer and Cú looked in disbelief as they saw the picture of him and his ex-girlfriend in two pieces. "I'm over her, and I think that my life will just be going uphill from now on." Another two pieces.

"Archer, I thought I just took my first shot. How exactly drunk am I? What the hell is going on?"

"You're not, Cú. Your little brother actually tore that picture in four pieces."

"...Holy shit."

Diarmuid grinned, satisfied with the results. "Arturia and I are now officially dating, so I assume you know what that means?"

"You finally move out?" both men questioned in sync. Diarmuid glared at them before shaking his head and turning to Cú, who took a double shot before sighing.

"I'm going to ask her out, aren't I?" Cú asked his brother, who nodded his head before giving a confused look finally taking in what the singer had stated. "What?"

"Who are you speaking of Cú?" Archer tilted his head.

"Yeah, our bet was that you had to get a lass, not ask a specific person out. I mean it's fine if you already have everything figured out and stuff, but if I may be so bold - who is it that you plan to ask out?"

Finally, Cú Chulainn finally figured out that he had accidentally let his secret out. Shit. Realizing there was no running or hiding, he decided to tell them. He took one more shot. He didn't know how the other two would react, but he did know that he definitely won't be waking up tomorrow feeling very pretty. "Haha, you see~"

Sorry if this chapter is shitty (and also the time it took for me to update!), but at least I got it finished ! Anyway, thank you to anyone who has patiently waited for this update! And especially everyone still reading or starting to read! Your support is what keeps me going! Thank you so much. It means so much to me.

~Assassin Number 9