(a/n) - this omake came nearly as a direct result of an omake written by Khagerou on the TFF-Emiya Clan threads (page 18, #868). this omake detailed a scenario where Karin ended up Reacting to and forcefully winging herself on Keiko. i threatened retaliation by winging Koyuki with somebody ridiculous (i threw out ranma) if the omake was considered canon. that probably poured oil to the flames, and now the majority of the thread considers it canon.

so.

i give you the first of the Nerima omakes. this takes place when koyuki is 16-17ish, so long after i set F/SD

Emiya Clan - Nerima 01

Koyuki was lost.

In the literal sense, because she was stuck in some odd section of Shin-Tokyo without any idea or plan of how to return home beyond a phone call and an MBI Rapid Response Team... or one of her siblings, whichever was faster.

In the metaphorical sense because she had literally been dropped into this location by her own Mother and Matsu-kaasan. Stranded with only vague instructions to wait for... someone.

"You'll know him when you see him," was not a very reassuring statement.

So she stood there, on a somewhat isolated street corner, waiting for god-knows-who. Idly she passed the time trying to come up with reasons for her being there. Meeting a family friend? Indirect information gathering by her information-obsessed mother? Picking up a dead-letter drop for a spy-ring run by the same?

But though a great deal of scenarios all flew through her head - nearly all of them based off Matsu-kaasan's involvement - she still could not fathom a reason why Akitsu-kaasan would volunteer the use of her daughter in her schemes.

Her musings were interrupted with sudden cries and shouts and she looked up just in time to see a boy in red Chinese martial arts tangs fly through the air and crash into the wall beside her. He peeled himself gracelessly out of the cracked stone and caught her eye as he brushed himself off.

Something rushed through her as she met his stare. She couldn't seem to identify the feeling that suddenly made her catch her breath or cause the air temperature to rise by an uncomfortable margin. The sudden thermal shock made her light-headed and she suddenly wanted to grab this strange boy who had literally fallen at her feet.

"Sorry 'bout that," his voice interrupted. She blinked, seeing him with new eyes as she took in his body in greater detail as he nervously looked over his shoulder. "If anybody asks for me, I wasn't here." Black hair tied into a pigtail flicked through the air as he glanced around.

He was escaping some thing, she realized. For some reason the thought of anyone else catching and harming this boy made her feel uneasy, and the air temperature rapidly dropped. This caught the attention of the stranger, making him pause just as he was about to leap away from their location.

"Allow me," she said to his unspoken question. Without any further notice, the boy was suddenly buried under a large snow drift, forming an almost comical looking snowman-shaped lump beside her.

Just in time, for a slim girl with long violet hair landed on the street in front of her. She angrily looked around before glaring at Koyuki and barking out a question. "Where is airen?" Koyuki gave the girl a vacant-eyed stare, as if she knew nothing of what she'd been asked. The purple girl seemed about to ask more when she suddenly bound away, just as a white-robed boy with thick glasses propped on his forehead landed in her spot.

"Curse you, Womanizer!" he shouted to a streetlamp his right. "Give me back my shampoo!" He then jumped away, miraculously in the same direction as the first girl, leaving Koyuki to wonder what a womanizer had to do with hair products.

Several other people came and went past the spot. Some jumped in from the rooftops, a very few walked or ran in from the street. All of them were grumbling and cursing things ranging from 'sorcerers' to 'cross-dressers' to 'perverts'. None of them seemed at all surprised to find a large pile of melting snow in the middle of the street on an otherwise hot summer day before they ran off.

Finally after several moments had passed without a new chaser appearing, Koyuki finally turned her attention back to the snow pile. Melted water was pooling along the sidewalk, and she saw two large blue eyes staring back at her from around head-height. Koyuki felt the flush of emotion again and finally understood this as her 'Reaction', one like her siblings had all previously gone through.

The voice that emerged from the snow pile was higher in pitch than before. But Koyuki didn't seem to notice as she reached in to brush off the remaining snow. "Thanks for hiding me. I dunno how you did that but it really helped ou-mMMph!"

The voice was cut off as Koyuki grabbed the body by the shoulders and yanked it out to press her mouth against lips frozen with the snow exposure. Wings as delicate as snowflakes erupted from her back, bathing the wall behind her with a bright, blue light. The light and wings slowly flickered away as the girl pulled away from her stunned target, eyes closed as she relished in the sensations of the Winging Ritual.

"I am Koyuki Emiya," she formally declared. "and I will faithfully serve you, my Ashikabi-sama - forever and ever..." She slowly opened her eyes...

...and stared at a female redhead a full head shorter than she was. Melted snow-water dripped through her clothing and a pigtail styled in the exact same manner as the boy she had seen earlier.

Koyuki froze for several heartbeats. This was definitely not the same person she had been reacting to earlier. However, the feeling she had from being near her ashikabi was unchanged. It was most puzzling. Another small part of her was surprised she had ended up winging a female... but after putting up with her sisters...

"I suppose a girl is fine, too," she finally decided.

The redhead in front of her passed out.

Elsewhere...

"So... sixteen or seventeen years ago, while you were carrying Koyuki-chan. Some guy claiming to be a martial artist finds you while we were on vacation in Osaka?" Matsu leaned back in her chair as she spun around idly.

Akitsu nodded from her place beside the desk. "I believe so, yes."

"And he was - as you put it - 'dying of heat stroke after vanquishing a cruel and monstrous master?'"

"That is what he claimed. And you know how I feel about 'Masters' abusing their servants."

"...So you gave him a popsicle."

"I made him one, yes."

"And he was so relieved he promised you his first-borne son to your daughter as repayment."

"So he said. He was somewhat delirious by that point."

"He traded his son's hand in marriage for a popsicle?"

"Indeed."

"..."

"..."

"...and you didn't tell any of us this until now...why?"

"Ah, I suppose I forgot about it."

Matsu's desk rattled as its owner's forehead impacted the writing surface.