- Master: Shirou Emiya-


"More." That was the simple command that Caster gave, holding the rice bowl in one hand while viciously rubbing evidence from his mouth.

Its only been a few days since Caster, whose true name was Ratatosk: the Lord of Monsters had been summoned to fight in the holy grail war by Shirou's side, something he was very confused about. Though all he said in response was "What? Were you expecting some other blond swordsman?" and proceeded to sheath his sword and huff a little. He felt a little sluggish, almost like the mana holding him to a contract was clogged up by something.

It would explain why his stats went down in that rank, lowering from EX to A.

"You have a surprisingly huge appetite, Caster. Though if I wasn't around Fuji-nee all the time, it would be even more astonishing." Shirou said, going to refill the bowl while muttering the last part. Not that it mattered since Caster heard it anyway.

"I'm keeping my reserves up since your summoning me blocked up most of the Mana connecting us. Its like being constipated from the start of waking up to next month, never able to actually take a crap." He shrugged, ignoring the redhead's surprise at how vulgar he was.

He had no reason to hide anything and since he was "officially" summoned, Gaia couldn't kick him out of this world.

"Wait, so your Mana is...clogged up? Why is that? Did something happen while you were fighting Lancer?" He almost stopped eating, but then vaguely shrugged, shrugged, knowing it wasn't that.

"When you called out and summoned me, your weak circuits flared out and took me from a weakened state. But you-" He said this while pointing the chopsticks at Shirou. "You don't even have your Mana Circuits fully opened all the way, making them from your nerves every single day! Its a surprise you're not dead over 500 times already!" That apparently took the redhead by surprise.

"Opened? I thought you just had to make new circuits every time you wanted to use magecraft." He was shocked definitely, but wasn't the whole motto of Magus being to walk with death? Ratatosk stared at his Master's expressions and figured out he wasn't naive, he was a freaking idiot in terms of magic!

"Listen clearly Emiya, since before the Great Kharlan War magic was used by elves, half-elves, dwarves, and monsters. Yet somehow there were humans born with the ability to harness said magic within their bodies without the need of modification or transfer until MUCH later. Though here on Gaia, Mana is drying out if the abundance of ley lines has anything to say about it. And unlike Aselia, there's no Summon Spirits here to regulate said energy equally you can kiss your sorry asses title in around 200 years, give or take the Holy Grail Wars." He slowly nodded, listening seriously to Caster's words as of his life depended on it. Which, in a way it did considering his attitude.

"So, if that's the case how do I unlock my...Prana? Also-" Reaching over with a napkin, Shirou wiped the sauce from Caster's mouth, earning a flinch and red eyes staring into golden ones.

"...Did you seriously just-"

"Sorry it was really bothering me."

The only thing that was heard next was a loud smack of hand against skin and a sharp yelp, Shirou rubbing his cheek and Caster reaching over for another bowl of rice.

"Anyway, there are three ways to transfer mana along with unlocking your initial prana. Sex, blood, and saliva. Unfortunately, there's no Rock 'n Roll involved. In your case, since no one told you about it in the first place, I'M going to have to do it for you the first time around." Caster responded while getting up, nearly ripping his Master's shirt off and placing a hand gingerly on his back.

"Hold on, wait we're doing this now?!"

"Would you rather wait until twin-tail tsunderbitch comes for your ass with the wannabe hero?"

"I...don't think Tohsaka-san is that bad." A soft crack could be heard from Caster's gloved hand that made Shirou seize up a little. A somewhat agitated mumble told him to calm down.

"Now I'm not going to bother wasting my time on lying. This is going to hurt, a lot. At the count of three I'll start." Well at least he was being nice about it.

"One-" And then with a rush of Prana forcing its way into his unopened circuits with the force of a tidal wave, Shirou screamed.


Well, that was a fine way to end a chapter off. By the way the chapters are pseudo chronological, so you front have to worry about getting lost. Also there are times where I'll switch from calling him Caster to Ratatosk so no need to really mind that!