The Journey of Hyoudou as the Heroic Fool: Shirou Emiya
A/N: Hi guys... Please tell me if it has the word vomit or some sort. Anyways, enjoy…
Chapter 1: Life 1
Grunts of pain reverberated throughout a cavern filled with darkness…
Fists clashed, drawing blood.
Two individuals, filled with opposite desires, clashed their bloodied and battered bodies.
Everything hurts
An auburn-haired boy, whose golden eyes filled with determination, his teeth grit.
I must not allow him to hit my head in any way
His fists slipped to his enemy's bloodied face, as he cocked back his fist in pain.
I might not last any longer…I need to finish this quick
He followed up, his fist shredded through the weakened defenses of his enemy, targeting the abdomen. The enemy who coughed out blood held his ground, his fists cocked back once again, intending to hit the auburn head boy head-on.
Fortunately, the redhead was able to react in time as he docked.
Goddamn it
Despite the pain of his muscles slowly altering and eviscerating as seconds passed by, he persevered. He cannot just let the effort that he and his allies spent…the blood and sweat he cried; the lives lost…
The redhead let out a battle cry as he delivered his fist filled with blades toward the enemy, effectively piercing him, however, this did not come without a cost, as this action caused the pain to intensify and the process to quicken.
However, …
The redhead did not relent on his punches, slowly turning his enemy into a shredded sack of bones and mutilated muscles.
The enemy surprisingly still held his ground.
The redhead grits his teeth once again and cocked back his fists, intending to finish it once it for all, but he halted himself from doing so, seeing his enemy's lifeless eyes.
A gasp came out of his mouth as he tried to catch his breath.
The redhead then slowly turned his head toward the source of all of it…
A massive, gruesome creature, staring at him with rage.
EmIYa ShIrOu the screech came as an unrelenting wave of pain towards the redhead.
He felt millions of slayed souls cursing him.
A scream came out of the redhead's blade-filled head, a scream of agony. A scream, supposed to be words, lessened to a mere screech as the blades punctured his diaphragm, riddling him with the ability to talk. He felt the blades piercing his brain, his neuron activity slowly fading to nothingness.
Despite such a disadvantage, he forced his body to turn metal to move against their will.
Trace
A sword, familiar yet unfamiliar at the same time, flashed through his mind, its history processed by the decaying matter formerly known as a brain. The color of Golden ran through its surface a beautiful hue of blue.
Excalibur…the sword of promised victory…
On
His metal-turned circuits flared to life, as a wave of ethereal green light momentarily saturated the entire cavern. A visage of a sword being formed by light…as it began taking shape, the redhead's will forced his limp and lifeless body to hold on to such an artifact, wielding it over his head.
CuRsE YoU! EmIyA ShIrOu
Excalibur!
In a scream of desperation, the sword of promised victory has now been brought down, the energy it holds came by as a storm to the desperate creature. The creature sank into itself, trying to avoid the energy being brought upon it, but it served no purpose.
A golden light engulfed the entire cavern…
Then…
Darkness…
A world filled with nothing but black met Emiya Shirou.
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Not a speck of dust, not a speck of light, only black.
He snapped his head left and right, or he thought.
He has already lost all sense of direction and balance.
He thought he had died…
…
To his surprise
The grueling pain that came consequently to installing (?)'s arm dissipated.
He felt as if his brain was being put into place, piece by piece.
He felt as if the blades were being removed from his being.
The pain is dissipating, every ounce of it.
…
Avalon (?) is all that he can think of at that very moment, an artifact capable of sewing any wounds no matter what the intensity.
But what confused him was that Avalon (?) should not be working this well since S*ber is gone already (?).
…
Confusion filled his mind as he tried to come up with an answer to no avail.
This confusion turned to frustration, he wanted to know how he was even alive at that moment…
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However, to his surprise.
The sound of an alarm met his ears.
His eyes immediately opened as he sat in a room unfamiliar to him. It was messy, with clothes scattered on the ground, posters of different anime franchises plastered throughout the room, and a full-body mirror. A desk lay near him, with differing book subjects, a dusty-looking computer, as well as a wardrobe near his bed.
Panic filled his being as he frantically viewed around the room. Raspy breaths came out his lips as he stood up flipping the blanket over. Perhaps, the strange thing is that his body's composition felt different from the one he is used to. It felt too frail…it felt too weak, it felt as if it was the body of a lazy person he never was.
His confusion was answered when he cast his vision toward the full body near him. What met him was a visage of a boy with messy-styled brown hair, and brown eyes.
"This is not me…This is not me at all" Shirou uttered, panicked as he averted his gaze from the mirror. His body began trembling in frustration as he sat on the bed lousily.
"I am supposed to be dead right now…"
"No...I should be dead right now but instead, I am in the body of the boy I never even met in my life"
"Just what happened? Did he...who? Who was that monster?"
He grit his teeth, gripping the blanket.
His thought was interrupted when a surge of pain came through his head, came by its flashes of memories he had never done (?), memories he had never witnessed in his life (?). It felt as if his brain was being fried from the inside out. He then clutched his head in pain, it was almost impossible for him not to scream in pure agony as the pain was comparable to that of having his brain pierced by thousands of blades.
But alas, the pain dissipated.
"What the!" he gasped.
He took the time to look through his memories, his new memories. It wasn't laying there, no, it was fusing with the memories he had left.
"Who am I?" he muttered.
Emiya Shirou (?)
At that moment, he was having difficulties telling which of the memories was his.
The memories he had prematurely lost by using Archer's arm, were filled with unfamiliar events that he had a feeling that did not even happen.
The remaining events of his life rambled with someone's own to the point that it was unrecognizable to him.
However, this confusion did not last long.
X-X
"Senpai!" A girl, whose face are blurred beyond recognition called out for him, her light violet hair dancing along with the wind. Despite this, he knew her name, it was Sakura.
X-X
"Can you keep up with me?" it was a voice that challenged him, as his body cut through the dust and storms like gigantic blades waving air.
A red figure. Archer (?) Emiya Shirou (?)
He knew he was the one who gave him the arm that once pained him as he now barely felt anything, he felt his arms are normal, and yet it was frail.
X-X
"Protect her in my stead" a herculean force demanded of him as he dissipated into motes of light. The promise he had made to this force of nature, has its validity left unanswered, unaware of Illya (?)'s fate.
X-X
"Oh, Shirou" a woman whispered slowly, her pale golden eyes directing themselves at him weakly as he leaped in the air, a dagger at hand. It was her, who saved him in multiple occasions and yet he was the one who had to take her life away. Saber (?)
Even so, he felt that those memories he had recovered (?) are nowhere near completed. As such the abundance of name within his memories whose origin are unfamiliar (?) to him made his mind raise questions that would be left unanswered.
And yet, the barely completed memories within his head, it was disheartening. He knew that these people that he remembered were important to him.
He was naive, he was stupid...
Tears began falling from his face.
How can he forget the blood spilled in front of him?
How can he forget the allies he made and lost?
He forced himself to wipe those tears away as the realization donned on him, he is in another person's body. If so, how would his loved ones and his friends react? How would they react that he himself killed Hyoudou Issei when he overtook his body?
"Issei! It is time for school…Get down here, quickly!" a feminine voice called out.
He felt regret and sorry to the highest degree for the soul he overtook.
But he needed to go with the flow...
He will find a way to restore his body, this boy's soul, and a way to go back to those who he deemed to be important people, no matter what it costs him.
He then stood up, slowly reaching toward the doorknob, his expression that depicts utmost determination.
-DxD-
Wind bristled through his hair as it danced along with it.
His face depicts a jumbled vein of emotions, as he cannot stop worrying about the people that he unknowingly left. And to add to that fact, he must bear the responsibilities of handling Hyoudou Issei's body.
Such weight on his shoulders...
As he arrived, he was forced to throw all those worrisome thoughts away. It is an infrastructure, the size outmatches Homurahara Academy he previously attended. Flocks of students came by him, donning the same uniform he wore. This academy, based on Hyoudou Issei's hazy memories, is Kuoh Academy, which is an academy that was previously an all-girls but converted into a co-ed as its funding and student count are down low.
There was one problem.
There was something troubling him.
An eerie feeling of being stalked made his skin crawl, and sweat trickled down his face as he gazed at the surroundings, to find nothing noteworthy.
It would seem that a bounded field enveloped the entire academy.
He grit his teeth in remembrance. Despite the fact, he forced his body to move against its will.
As he took a single step, he is immediately bombarded with stares that promise death. This is to be expected since the previous owner of his body is a shameless pervert that peeks if given the chance. That gave him the first goal in mind that he must accomplish, a goal to work toward, a goal to fix Hyoudou Issei's reputation.
Without a word, he approached the student building, unaware of someone gazing at him from afar.
She had a look of interest on her face.
"Ara ara~ you seem interested in the 2nd year student, Butchou," a voice asked.
"Earlier, my rook reported that Hyoudou Issei's presence changed drastically…It went from barely being undetectable to it all over the place…the scent of metal" a firm voice responded to the other, earning a chuckle.
"What will be your action Butchou~? As far as we could know, he could have already awakened his sacred gear" the softer of the voice chirped out, curiously.
"I'll have my rook and my knight to observe him from the meantime, hopefully, find an opportunity to recruit him for ourselves"
At that very moment, a new feeling loomed over Emiya's consciousness, a familiar feeling that is. His skin crawled as sweat trickled down his face once again. The obvious act of observance made it clear that something was not right. However, instead of it weighing on in his thoughts, he let Hyoudou's instincts take over him, as he swiftly made his way through the corridors and halls, passing by other students as well.
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"2-B" is the class number if Hyoudou's memory serves him right. He arrived at the door, conversations he does not seem to comprehend leaks from the openings. He then opened the door carefully to attract little to no attention, but to no avail as the whole class stared at him.
"Uh?" Shirou uttered, going on with Hyoudou's presumed personality. Strangely enough, most people disregarded him as they continued with their conversations, except for two people at the back who seemed to recognize him, not as Emiya, but as Hyoudou.
"Yo, Hyoudou!" a bald boy greets Shirou.
"Yo, do you know that there is a new ero-VN coming out? I am so goddamn hyped for that. Are you too, Hyoudou?" a boy that wore a pair of glasses asked him, curiously.
"Matsuda, I am feeling quite sick right now, so would you please?" Shirou asked sincerely.
He knows about this "ero-vn", seeing as how Hyoudou has a box of it hidden within his room, with him the only one to possibly know where it is. He simply does not want to entertain the thought of exposing his vessel of such activities afterall, he has to fix the vessel's reputation.
His response caused a small uproar among the students.
"Am I dreaming or what?"
"Is this Hyoudou?"
"Oh, thank god! A miracle indeed!"
"Seems like we're not beating him today girls…"
Emiya Shirou then took off, towards the designated desk of the one known as Hyoudou, settling himself as he sets down his sling bag on the floor. He tapped his fingers on his desk, uneasiness filled his being. The stares he was receiving right now, can bore a hole through his soul.
"What happened to Hyoudou?" the bald boy asked, worry laced his tone.
"To that, I don't know…maybe let him rest for now because God knows if this sickness is real or some bullshit he created" the boy that wore glasses responded, worrying lacing his tone as well.
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A few minutes have passed. The teacher has already made his way to the classroom and has started the class. Hyoudou Issei used to laze around and doze at whatever moment he wanted, but Emiya Shirou is completely and utterly different as if they were the exact opposite. Seeing the once lazy pervert, taking notes is unheard of.
The class went by over Emiya's head, a comfort he needed to experience after the hellish Grail War he has experienced.
Chapter 1: End, Chapter 2 on the works.
A/N: I am so dumb...I am just going to search for them and the information needed.
And for now, the student council will be introduced later.
A/N: January 6, 2022: A guy said that the info dump might be bad, and he is right so I deleted the 2nd chapter (bonus chapter). I will just gradually reveal it throughout the story and won't spoil more content.
A/N: I need to re-write Chapter 2 in its entirety because I just don't know how Issei's parents would just react to him suddenly having the ability to cook.
A/N: I used this fanfic and emiya theme ver 2 as a catalyst for Muramasa and guess what? I got him in a single summon :/
If you are asking if I am alive? I am! I just have a lot of school works to do, plus the Quarterly exams is approaching, so yeah...I am still continuing this story, I am not abandoning it.