Chapter 6: Strongest God of War
Standing in front of the Kofuku residence, was Hiyori, breathing heavily from running miles to get here. "It's Yato" She stated between her breathes. Then she rose her hand and pointed towards a figure over the door, which shows the seven gods of fortune in fat, chibi forms. The middle one showing the male depiction of a blonde goddess. "Bishamon attacked him."
Coincedently, both Daikoku and Shirou said Bishamon at the same time. The later however was not heard as he muttered it under his breathe, eyes narrowing, finding it strange that she would attack someone. "Oh my, Bisha is still after Yatty?" Kofuku stated with a slight tone of surprise. Though that sounds like Yato and Bishamon has some history.
"Umm, she called Yato a 'god of calamity'." Brown haired girl stated. Shirou repeated the title, this time more loudly, enough for Kofuku to hear him.
"Oh, I guess you wouldn't know huh, Shi-tan." The pinkette said, matter of factly. "It's a god that causes disaster." The goddess had smile on her face despite what she said. Shirou was interested in the fact that there seems to be a god for that. Then again the romans had a god for everything. "I've told you before that Yatty is actually a pretty scary god, remember."
"Wait...does that mean it was Bishamon's regalia that Yato killed." Hiyori said, eyes widening from surprise. However before Shirou can question what she said, Daikoku interjected, that this was between Yato and Bishamon and is none of their business. "But Yato said that I can come to you for help. So, please lend him your assistance." The human girl begged, bowing.
Surprisingly, without anyone noticing, the binbougami was standing in front of Hiyori. The pinkette was looking at the girl with an extremely curious look and twinkle in her eyes. "Why are you so desperate, Hiyorin. Oh, do you have a thing for Yatty?!" She teased before she was hit on the head, with quite a bit of force, by Shirou.
"Kofuku-san, stop teasing her." The goddess only pouted slightly, rubbing the back of her head. "Hiyori-san, you want someone to help Yato-san right?" The ambered eyed boy asked. "Well, I'll go." This was responded surprised 'really' from Hiyori and some protest form Daikoku, that was ignored. "5 yen. And make the job to save Yato-san, becasue then it will be my business." Everyone was surprised at the loophole that Shirou just thought, except Yumi; since she doesn't understand completely. Searching for a 5 yen coin in her pocket, Hiyori gave it to Shirou. "Well then let's go."
"Wait Papa!" As the redhead began to walk. Yumi stopped him. "Take me with you!" She practically commanded Shirou, who just stared at her. Not in surprise, but it was more like he was studying her. Wondering why she would ask that. But the look on her face said it all. And he was actually considering it. Surpising even himself.
Of course a worried Daikoku protested against it. "Shirou you can't be serious! I know you can probably handle yourself, but-" Daikoku didn't get to finsh his sentence as he was hit in the back head and told to shut up, by the cheerful, pink-wearing goddes herself. The pinkette then nodded towards Yumi's face. When the giant looked, he understood.
It was a look of determination, a look that Shirou himself once had. When he wanted become a hero. When he aspired towards it. Yumi was the same. She really took a lot from him, despite only meeting weeks ago. The girl wanted to be as strong as her father. After all, what child wouldn't admire there parent and try to be like them.
"Alright then. Let's go, Kyuki!" Turning into light, Yumi went into Shirou outstretched hand and transformed into a blue bow.
"Pretty." Hiyori commented and it was a very correct assessment. It was quite a large bow, two heads larger than the wielder. It was ocean blue with golden highlights and accents. The most interesting thing about it, was the sharp edges that made it a blade. Occasionally glowing a light blue.
Without anymore words the redhead jumped to the nearest building top. Leaving the others behind. "Tch, does the kid even know where he is going." Daikoku sneered slightly, but was no less worried for the two.
"Shi-tan will be just fine. Especially now he has Yu-tan with him." Kofuku said as she walked into her home. The giant responded by asking 'how did she know'. Which the pinkette replied with, "Shi-tan would sometimes sneak out and fight phantoms." The giant man was shocked at this information. Because it suggested that Shirou went out fighting phantoms before he had Yumi.
Panting heavily Yato was hiding from the war god that was currently hellbent on killing him. And the situation wasn't really helping things either. His regalia, Yukine, wasn't very cooperative right now. Not to mention, the blonde stinging him. Prior to that, the jersey wearing god might have actually stood a chance against the war god. But now...
"Shit!" The god swore as he dodge some incoming bullets, the blue eyed god was forced out of hiding and was again showered by bullets. "Damn it you crazy hag!" Yato insulted the blonde woman. "When are you going to stop chasing after me!"
Changing her tactics, she decided to fight the man at close range using her Saiki. "When I see you dead, god of calamity!" Bishamon charged at the blue eyed man. However she was intercepted by multiple arrows, fired into her path. Then she was forced to dodge arrows that was aimed at her. "Kazuma, find the one shooting the arrows." The god commanded, dodging more arrows.
"Hai." The man diligently said as he searched for the perpetrator. When he found him, he was slightly shocked to see, Shirou shooting multiple more arrows-which were dodged. "It's him. That same god we met last time."
Gaining visual of the redhead, the woman noted that he had a different bow.
Seeing this as a chance to escape, Yato started to run. He was noticed and Bishamon tried to gave chase, but was stopped again by Shirou's arrows. Looking towards the direction, the arrows came from, the god of fortune saw that the redhead has already arrived. Pulling on the string of a bow, with an arrow already nocked.
"It's you." The black haired god said. Surprised by the appearance of the new god. Never expecting someone to help him.
"Bishamon-sama, might I ask you to stop chasing after your grudge against Yato-san." Shirou asked as politely as possible, hoping that they no longer have to fight.
"Stay out of this Emiya." The god of war shouted. "This is none of your business."
"I see. Yato-san run." Doing as he was told, the jersey god ran as fast as he could to run away. Bishamon of course tried to chase him and like of every other time was stopped by Shirou's arrow.
Looking up she noticed that the amber eyed male was standing in the direction she needed to go. The hidden message is: I won't let you go any further. "Get out of the way!" She roared at him
"I ask you again Bishamon-sama. Stop chasing after Yato-san."
"I refuse. I'm going to kill that man. And if I have to kill you as well. Then so be it! Now get of my way!"
Closing his eyes, Shirou only sighed. Disappointed that they have to fight. He looked up, getting ready to pull the string of the bow. Yumi already creating an arrow, something she learnt whilst getting here.
However, when Shirou looked up, Bishamon noticed his eyes. They were still the same golden, amber colour as before...but. It reminded her of the same eyes that he had when her regalias were killed. And she saw an image overlap Shirou. A man with black clothes and hair.
And glowing blue eyes.
Her rage boiled. She charged at Shirou screaming, holding Saiki in her hands. Shirou fired multiple arrows, which she dodged. She made an overhead slash-that the redhead dodged. And again when she swung at him. "Veena, please calm down." Kazuma begged his goddess.
'It seems that Bishamon-sama is in a fit of rage.' Shirou thought, observing the action of the god, 'Her attacks are more predictable now as well.' It was true. Every attacked she made was dodged or blocked. However Shirou refrained from the later as it hurts Yumi, when she block the strong blows.
Seeing an opening for him to exploit, the redhead attempted to use the blade part of the bow. However, the attack was stopped by the end hitting his body.
Narrowly dodging a strike, that tried to take his head, he tried to gain some distance from the raging. Then suddenly, he felt sharp teeth biting into his shoulder. 'Shit, I forgot about the lion she still had.' It was slight lapse in judgement on his part. Of course Bishamon's regalias are still thinking staight. It's only her that's raging.
"Papa, look out!" Listening to his daughter he looked up to see Bishamon jumping towards him with her great sword raised. Thanks to the lion regalia biting into his shoulder he can't move to block the hit.
Yet, he still did. "Don't hurt papa!" Yumi shouted, moving herself to block the sword and at the same time, fired multiple arrows that curved and struck the lion on his back.
Shirou's shoulders was released from the jaws and he kicked the lion away, with all the force he could muster.
Seeing her precious regalia get hurt, made Bishamon seethed with even more rage. "YOU BASTARD!" She charged at the redhead. However the distance Shirou gained allowed him to create a D-ranked noble phantasm, change it into a more aerodynamic form and pump it full of mana. Making it a broken phantasm. He nocked it onto the bow and fired.
The makeshift arrow exploded as it made contact with Bishamon's Saiki. Sending shrapnel everywhere, as well hurting the regalia and creating a screen of smoke that covered him.
Waiting for the smoke to clear she noticed that Shirou was gone. "Where did he go?" The blond looked around. "Come out you coward." She shouted in rage.
"Veena you have to calm down!" Her most trusted regalia shouted. "If we charge in recklessly, we might fall into the hands of that god." Calming down slightly, the god of war asked what he meant by this. "From what I observed, this god is quite crafty. He used your anger against you and if he had accounted for Kuraha, then he wouldn't have been injured and might have actually beat you."
The goddess thought on what her regalia told her and he was right. She was extremely foolish to let her anger control her. Now, both Kuraha and Yugiha is badly injured. "However, there is something we learnt from him." Kazuma explained, "Despite being a newborn god, he is quite powerful. However you still have the superior speed and strength. He also doesn't seem quite used to using that regalia of his so close range combat would be best to go against him."
"Sugei! Kazuma senpai sure learnt a lot from just one fight. As expected from our navigator." One of Bishamon's regalia admired, Tsugaha, her name was.
"However, we must a attack quickly and swiftly, he seems to have healing factor and if he notice that Veena is no longer enraged, he will be capable of readjusting his plans."
Nodding at Kazuma assessment. Bishamon asked him to locate Shirou as quickly as possible.
"Are you okay papa?" Out of her bow form, Yumi asked her father worriedly.
"Yeah, papa's fine." Shirou replied, sitting on the ground with his back to a tree. They were currently recuperating in a forest that Shirou found-which also gave him a strange sense of dejavu. Something else to note, thought not important, was that the forest already suffered battle damage. The marking looking like a sword has cut against it. It also seems that it has become night time. The others must be worried. "By the way Yumi. Thank you, if it wasn't you, papa wouldn't have gotten out of there."
The small girl became embarrassed from her father's praise. Suddenly finding the ground interesting, but she smiled, enjoying the moment. However Shirou didn't that luxury as he planned out his next move.
From what he can tell, using structeral analysis, that earring regalia, is quite possibly Bishamon's greatest asset and provides much of her information. Therefore they must know that he currently isn't the best at using Yumi at close range. But hopefully he got that sorted out.
Then there's the fact that Bishamon is more than likely no longer enraged. So he lost that advantage. The fact that he is also quite a bit weaker than Bishamon in terms of physical abilities. Though that can be solved with reinforcement. Allowing him to somewhat keep up with her.
Although, If she really is out of her rage. Then she will most likely use a surprise attack. The guns will be too loud. The lion is injured as well as the sword, so that leaves-
Jumping away from a whip. He quickly called upon Yumi again.
Once, Yumi arrived in Shirou's hand in bow form. He quickly ran into the forest. He then proceeded to fire as many arrows as he ran between the trees. "Hmmm, he adapted to the situation quicker than I thought." The earing regalia bemused. "I suggest using Karuha and Kazuha."
Nodding, Bishamon called out their names, "Gaiki!" A revolver appeared in her hand, "Suuki!" A 45 calibre pistol appeared in her other hand. She started start to rain down a volley of bullets that destroyed the arrows, and shot at Shirou's position.
However the redhead was able escape being shot using the trees to block the bullets. Seeing that the her strategy isn't working, the blonde goddess decided to try something else. "Saiki." The great sword replaced her two guns, she looked to her earing to get the affirmative that he has completed the calculations.
Then she spun. Swinging the greatsword along with her. Once Shirou finally notice what she was about to do, he barely escaped the extremely powerful attack. Using a borderline, Saiki was able to cut all the trees in a 50 meter radius. Creating a massive clearing of fallen trees.
She lifted Saiki onto her shoulder and looked at Shirou who was standing in front her. Worse for wear.
He had many scratches on his body that were healing, but the biggest damage of all was on his right abdomen. Where blood was oozing from a fresh wound that practically split him in half. He had his right hand covering it as it healed.
However if one were to look closely, they would notice the small miniature swords, broken and whole, all around the wound. The broken swords would disappear as others tried to knit his body back together.
"Emiya Shirou, you should know that your at an disadvantage. Your gravely wounded and you no longer have anywhere to hide. Give up and stop fighting." Bishamon offered the redhead.
"Will you stop chasing after Yato-san if I do?" Shirou asked, not showing an ounce of pain from the wound he's holding.
Bishamon didn't reply. Already knowing what the answer is, Shirou sighed and prepared his stance. "You still choose to fight." The goddess said.
"I rather not fight at all, but my hand is being forced."
"Then why are you fighting?" The blonde asked noticing the contradiction between his words and action.
"Because I want to help Yato-san and your trying kill him. I'll ask again, would you please stop trying to kill Yato-san. I don't want to kill if I don't have to." Shirou is almosting begging at this point. But the god of war and fortune is committed to her decision.
They prepared to attack. Bishamon started first, charging at Shirou with an overhead swing, which was blocked by Shirou. Seeing a chance to attack, Shirou tried to exploit it like before.
But this time. He did something different. He grabbed the leftover space that he wasn't holding and switched hands to attack. The surprised Bishamon was forced back, as she thought Shirou wouldn't be used to using the bow sword. Shirou charged. This time Shirou wasn't on the defensive. This time the redhead was attacking as he switched the bow between his hands, occasionally making turns to keep the fluidity. As well as using arrows to force Bishamon back or to get a strike at point blank range.
This was the impromptu style that Shirou, thought up when he was recuperating. It was based on the fact that you had to switch the hand that your holding the bow with, so that you don't stop your own attack by accident. However this style, despite it working well so far, was unrefined and was rough around the edges. Thus, the style has flaws. Flaws that can be exploited. Flaws that were noticed.
"Attack him, when he's turning." Kazuma advised when he noticed that the back would be exposed for a small moment whenever the god turned. Heeding her regalia, Bishamon kicked Shirou in the back. Then he took another slash to his chest upwards. Creating a large cut as well as ripping his clothes.
Jumping back to avoid any more attacks. Shirou felt the feeling disappear in his knees and fell to the ground panting hard. "Your finished!" The blonde haired woman roared as she raised her sword to take him out by cutting his head using a horizontal slash. He won't be able to dodge the attack in time and Yumi won't be able to take a direct.
Already knowing what she was about to do, Shirou held on tight to her so that she won't block the hit. It was all for nothing as Yumi still rose, dragging his arm, to try and block the sword and protect her father. She succeeded. "AHHHHHH!" However she was hurt in the process and the giant sword, dug into the blade of the bow. Hearing his daughter scream in his head he quickly reverted her.
"YUMI!" The girl reverted back to her human form, with a wide gash on her chest, as Shirou kicked Bishamon away and ran to get some distance, whilst holding the wounded girl in his arm. "Yumi! Yumi! Yumi!" He shook her everytime he said this. His eyes widened in fear as he carried on shaking her, hoping that she would wake up.
"Yumi!"
She's not waking up.
"YUMI!"
She's not waking up.
"YUMI!"
She's not waking up.
Shirou was scared. The thought of losing Yumi, brought him to despair. His hope started to fade away as she didn't wake from him shaking her small body. Then he brought her chest up to his face, not caring for the blood that was on his face, and tried to listen for the heartbeat heartbeat of his daughter.
Whilst this happened Bishamon looked on with pity. Feeling a sense of sympathy for the father, who was currently terrified to the core, hoping to hell that his daughter isn't dead. And suddenly she felt disgusted at herself. That she was the one caused this. A grieving father. A child that is currently covered in her own blood. The blonde felt like she become the same monster that she hated so much herself.
Then she saw the man standup.
"Trace on"
With those two words, a golden light appeared and shone, blinding her for a moment. Once the light started to disappait, she saw a sheathe. A golden and blue sheathe. That radiated warmth. It was quite simply breathtaking as it oozed out holy energy. Then something surprising happened.
He put the sheathe into the girls body and suddenly the body started healing at a fast rate. Seeing that he has done all he could, Shirou turned towards the blonde war god. He glared murderously at her, making her flinch. Taking advantage of that small moment, when Bishamon is currently broken guarded, he ran at whilst saying his aria.
"Trace on"
A stone sword appeared in his hands. It was gigantic. It was bigger than the redhead, it was even bigger than Saiki. It also had jaggered edges that doesn't look practically, yet it was still sharp. By the time the sword was completely created, the two swords have already met.
And it was Saiki who couldn't stand the force of blocking that hit and was knocked away. However Bishamon was able to hold on. She tried to block anotherfast coming strike. Again Saiki was knocked away, but the blondes grip was still strong.
From there it was a fury of strikes from Shirou and Bishamon was only able to block every strike, almost getting Saiki knocked out of her hands. 'His speeds and strength has increased!' The pink eyed god thought as she blocked another strike. The attacks were also unpredictable. There was no pattern, nor rythym. Just a bunch of extremely powerful and fast strikes. This style made her think of one thing.
A berserker.
The blonde, then blocked a direct hit and was pushed back, her shoes gliding across the ground as she tried to hold her ground. "Gai-" She tried to say, but was forced to block another strike, from the enraged redhead. "Suu-" She tried again, but was again stopped, when she had to block the stone sword. 'I can't keep up with him!' She thought as she wondered how he was able to surpass her in speed and strength.
The answer, unbenownst to the goddess, was reinforcement. A technique that did exactly as it sounded. Before, Shirou had a very clear limit to how much he can do this. Now though, now he was quite literally a god. He can now exceed his human limits and surpass them and do much more. Even now he was slightly pushing it. It didn't matter anyway.
This fight has ended.
Finally, losing her grip on Saiki, after taking another blow. She has lost her weopon and in a split second, defying logic, the stone sword was in front of her face. To her, time slowed down to exagerrated rates as she stared at the golden eyes that was still glaring at her with murderous eyes. 'A god calamity?' She thought, 'no that doesn't seem accurate.'
"Nine lives..." Shirou said as he analysed he thought back to the time he first saw berserker and thus the sword. By no means was it his actual sword. However he did perform a technique with it. Technique that he might no have been able to replicate if he wasn't a god. But now...
"BLADE WORKS!"
Then...he made nine extremely fast slashes with the sword. So fast that it was practically simultaneous. In an instant Bishamon had 9 gaping wounds on both of her, quadriceps, her arm tendons, biceps, the gastrocnemius and finally her abdomen. Blood fell from the wounds as her muscles were no longer capable ogf holding her up, so she fell to her knees.
She felt the jagged blade of the stone sword touch her neck, prepared to seperate her head from her shoulders. Looking up, the blonde saw the golden eyes of Emiya Shirou, shining and staring down at her. She was terrified. Those eyes, the same ones that he had, shining menacingly, feeling like you could be killed from such a gaze. As much as she, Bishamon the greatest war god, hated to admit it she was scared of those eyes, right now.
Because now those eyes were laced with anger.
So, Bishamon closed her own eyes and accepted her fate.
"Let go off your vendetta for Yato." Shirou told her-eyes jumping in surprise The golden eyed man pulled the sword away from her neck, letting it disappear. "This is the last time I will tell you this, Bishamon." He told her, as he started walking towards Yumi, who was still covered in her own blood. He picked the small girl up and looked back to give the blonde a few more words. "I hope you heed my words. Otherwise, I'll just kill you and be done with it." He looked back at her one more time before leaving.
The blondes shoulders slumped. Surprised that her head wasn't off her shoulders. She thought on the mans parting words. Then Bishamon realized that the redhead might have been holding back on her. She hissed slightly as she tried to stand up, not wanting to be here anymore. However the blondes muscles were cut in half and thus unable to move much. She let her regalias pick her up to bring her back to her shrine and promptly left.
Far away, hiding behind one of the trees, stood a girl with short black hair, burgundy eyes and red lips. She is earing a white kimono with a red-striped sash as well as a red under layer. Strangely she had a white triangle in her hair. "Father would like to know about this."
Blue eyes fluttered as they looked at a familiar ceiling. 'Home.' The girl thought as she tried to rise from the futon that she has been sleeping in, but felt an ache surge through her. Looking to the side of the futon she noticed that someone was missing. Looking around to find him, she noticed that he was resting on the wall. Looking worse for wear.
"Papa?"
The man stirred as he woke, looking towards the little girl with wide eyes. "Yumi!" The redhead shouted. Hugging the girl tightly. "Your okay, thank god your okay!" He cried. "I was terrified when you got hurt and didn't wake up, I thought I was going to lose you forever."
"Papa what's going?" Yumi asked becoming worried. "Your scaring me papa, what's wrong, what happened?" She began to cry with her father, scared that something has happened.
"It's fine, everything's okay now." He comforted, stroking Yumi's hair, still crying. "Everything's fine, don't worry okay, there's nothing to worry about." Yumi only carried cried louder, as her father cried with her-still giving her comfort. And maybe reassuring himself as well. "Shhshhshhshh, don't cry. Everything's fine, papa's here. He's going to protect you from now on okay. So don't cry, please. Shhshhshh, be strong okay no more crying, okay."
As the father and daughter, cried their hearts out. A few spectators were looking upon the scene, from the door. Daikoku in particular was crying trying and failing to wipe his tears. Kofuku smiled at the two, getting slightly teary eyed. "Ah, I'm so glad that Yu-tan is okay and now that Yu-tan's okay Shi-tan will get more sleep and be okay as well." Yukine and Hiyori nodded
"Yeah this is such a beautiful moment."Yato comment, Yukine and Hiyori nodded.
However he was knocked in the head by Kofuku. "Quiet Yatty. You were the one that caused this to happen." Kofuku scolded, Yukine and Hiyori nodded.
"How was I supposed know that Bishamon was going to attack me."
"That maybe true Yatty, but I'm still mad that I didn't get to eat Shi-tan's cooking and I need something to hit.." Yukine and Hiyori nodded.
"But why me."
"Because, Yukki's too young, Hiyorin helped you and Daichi's a crying mess." Yukine and Hiyori nodded to everyone of the thing listed. "So come on Yatty, I'm going to smack you around." Kofuku pulled on his leg as Yato begged the others to help him. They all ignored him and chose to focus on the scene in front of them.
"Okay, Yumi. Let's go and make that pudding you wanted, ne?" Shirou asked the girl, who nodded, whilst rubbing her eyes. Both them finally stopped crying as the walked out of the room with Shirou holding Yumi's hand. They didn't notice the 3 spectators hiding from him as they went into the kitchen to make the pudding that Yumi asked for.
Omake 1: How the strongest war god should have ended.
"Bishamon stop." Shirou shouted, standing on a rooftop and looking down at the blonde and the jersey wearing man. The redhead was more than confident, having a secret weopon that can stop Bishamon easily.
"Emiya, are you here to stop me?" The goddess asked. Finding the idea laughable, that a newborn god can even fight on her level. "What gives you the idea that you can even stop me."
"Because I have a secret weopon against you Bishamon. A weopon that you can never defeat. A weopon that you had a taste of before." He smirked as the realization fell upon the goddess, whose eyes widened , as Shirou pulled out a box, a bento to be exact. It pretty large bento."
"Your bluffing."
"Tell that to this." The redhead taunted as he opened the bento slightly, letting out the scent. A golden glow coming from it. Yato and Yukine was to far away to smell it, but Bishamon was close enough and when she got a sniff of it. She gulped, as the blonde gained a blush on her face as she drooled over the fact that she would be eating dishes of the greatest god of cooking. "See. I'm not bluffing. Now you have two choices, give up chasing Yato-san and get the food or give up the food and chase after Yato."
The woman gained a conflicted look as she pondered her options.
For about 3 seconds.
"I'll take the food." Everyone's jaw dropped, except Shirou and Bishamon ofcourse.
"Great!" The redhead smiled. "Now let's get back to Kofuku place and get the banquet sta-" He was pulled by the hand by the goddess as she ran towards their destination at impossible speeds. Yato chasing after them in curiousity.
After explaining everything to the confused Hiyori, Daikoku and Kofuku (by saying we're having a banquet). Shirou went into the kitchen and after a long hours of anticipation Shirou came out with the first dish. Setting it on the table as he prepared to reveal it. Lifting up the lid, a golden shine illuminated the room.
"OH MY GOOOOOOD!"
"THIS IS AMAZING!"
"IT'S SO GODLY."
"I can't cope."
"YEAH, PAPA MAKES THE BEST FOOD!"
"IT'S SO BEAUTIFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUL!"
Thus an hour and a half later. Everyone was passed out on the ground. With drools on their faces and having the occasional crumbs on the lips. The only one not passed out was Shirou, who had Yumi sleeping on his lap. "Zzzz...papa...is...the bestzzzzzz." She mutteered in her sleep. Smiling he lifted the girl up and took her to their room.
"Oyasumi Yumi. Papa will be back soon. He needs to get the others settled first." The father said as he draped the blanket over the small body. Then he returned to the living tracing a gigantic bed sheet under them all and gave each of them seperate blankets and pillows. Finally returning to his room with Yumi.
Omake 2: Improvised lessons
"Okay Yumi. I'm going to need you to learn how to create arrows." Said Shirou as he ran across the rooftops. Yumi shocked at the sudden request.
"But papa I don't know how to create arrows." Yumi said. Though Shirou already knew. The girl only jsut learned how to use a borderline just moments ago and they were already thrust into a fight.
"Don't worry Yumi. I'll shape the arrow, you just need to create a borderline for me okay?" The girl was still unsure and the redhead sensed it. "Don't worry. I'm sure you can do it." She nodded. "Ready?" She nodded again as Shirou made a high jump with reinforcement. Pulling on the string of the bow, Yumi began creating a borderline and Shirou shaped it at the same time.
He lets go and the arrow flew.
With his reinforced eyes he saw that the arrow made it's mark, if Bishamon hadn't dodged. Still even if he did the hardest part. Shirou couldn't help smiling with pride. "That's my girl."
Omake 3: I'll look after her.
Walking into a room, where woman sat looking out the window. Her eyes were red and she seemed quite skinny, unhealthly so. Shirou looked at her with a awkward look, but serious none the less. The woman noticing his presence turned her face towards him. "Hello there." The redhead said, somewhat awkwardly not use to situations like this. "Do you remember me."
"Your that supposed god that my husband hired."
"Well do you believe I am?"
"If you are..." She stopped herself, biting her lip. She felt like it was a stupid thing to ask, but she wanted to hold onto this small hope. The small hope that was supposed to be next to zero in chance. "Do you know how my daughter is right now?"
Shirou smiled. "She's fine. I promise you she's fine. I'll make sure she's well fed. That she's happy and safe." He paused not sure about his next words, but steeled himself. "I'll treat her like my own."
The woman started to tear up. "Thank you, really thank you for trying to help me." The tears fell as she kept a brave smile. "But...I already know that your lying to me. But thank you anyway."
"I see." To be honest Shirou didn't know if he should have did this in the first place, but he felt like it was the right thing to do. He got a chair that was near him and sat down.
Then he sang.
He sang a lullaby. A lullaby that he got from memories. The memories of Aiko. This lullaby was sung by the weeping mother, when Aiko couldn't sleep. The woman looked up in shock, that the redhead before her knew the lullaby. His eyes was closed as he sang. His head moving slowly form side to side. "How?" She asked. "How do you know that lullaby?"
Shirou stood and walked towards the door. "I never lied." He opened the door and closed it behind. The woman stared, still in shock. Then she stood up quickly and ran towards the redheads exit. By the time she reached the door, Shirou was already leaving.
"Thank you!" She bowed. "Truly, thank you kami-sama!" The redhead turned around and nodded and started walking again.
Unoticed by her was Yumi, who was holding Shirou's hand. "Papa, who was that."
"She was a mother that lost her child."
"How sad." The girl stated.
"Yeah, how sad." Shirou looked at Yumi for a second before turning towards the road.
Author's note: Yeah...sorry for ruining the mood a bit, by putting that last omake. But I didn't feel like it would be apropriate to put it first or second so yea. Still, triple omake? Oh yea, omake 2 and 3 were scenes that I couldn't fit into the story and really wanted it to be there. So yea, on that note most omake's I make should be able to fit into the canon of this story. Yea, someof you would be happy to hear that.
Also, there it is the fight between Bishamon and Shirou. So, what do you think of it. Is it good? Bad? Too much infomation or too slow. Please tell me what you thought on it. If it seems a bit weird and different, it's because I tried two different writing styles for the fight scenes. I just couldn't decide which one, both having it's pros and cons. Would you like the next fight scenes to have more details and larger text, but slower, or have it be fast and less detail. To imitate the fight. To be honest after writing it, I feel like the former is better. Tell me what you think.
On other news I'm going to have an Evangelion story up now. I've been getting an idea for it and I wanted to get it down. You know the usual stuff. So yeah, there's that if you're interested.
Also to what Shirou is. Well, he didn't combine with Gilgamesh, since I feel like those are too conflicting personalities. But it could work. Still not the answer though. Also the title. That is actually a very nice way of seeing. Regalia of Shirou. That actually works. Especially when I'm trying to make Shirou less of a sword and more human. Or at least the father aspect. It's not what I'm looking for, but you can look at it that way and still make it link to the plot in general. It might even be better than what I thought. So good on you.
Um, I think that is all so...yeah see you guys later.