A/N; Now the story truly starts. I was (again) overwhelmed by the positive response, I'm really glad that you have high expectations of me. I got a little free time so I wrote.
to: mikewales456, please don't be distressed I don't plan on backsiding Shirou soon, since the majority of the plot involves him and Illya.
to: Kurogami Mikoto, yeah I myself was not confident of the first half.
to: Xcepter, you'll see.
This is my second fic so don't expect too much. Also it may be an otoge based fic but I also plan to cover some shoujo tropes in the future, that's why I edited the summary. The tone of this fic would be inconsistent at best.
Now let the story start!
8:00 PM, Princess Elise' Bed Chambers, 13 Years ago.
Elise POV
Since I was two I've always known that I was special, I was smarter than my age would suggest, I am capable of rational thinking unlike other kids my age, I feel irritated that adults around me won't take me seriously because of the slurred speech attributed to a three-year old.
But one there's one thing, one thing that bugs me the most: The flashes. That's what I called the phenomenon that happens to me every now and then. At random moments, I get nonsensical visions of absurd events that I didn't even know was possible. A man as large as a tree, a boy that looks like dear brother, a beautiful battle maiden that fights by his side. Sometimes I get nightmares of a man that looks like he's part of the clergy, chaining me into something.
I don't… I don't know what to think anymore, Are they memories? Visions of the future? I read that some members of the royal family were clairvoyants, is it possible that I am as well? But if there's one thing that I was sure of is that they are true, something compels me to think so.
It happened a lot of times that I was able to piece together an incomplete story.
The large man was fighting for me, I was trying to hurt the boy that looks like dear brother… I think. Then there's that beautiful battle maiden that fought for him. I've always asked myself: Why are we doing this? Are they our champions? Do we fight for the throne in the future? I hope with all my heart that we don't. I love my big brother, and as long as I'm by his side I am content.
"haaaah~" I yawned loudly. I didn't know that it was past my bedtime, I was so lost in thought that I forgot to check the time. My head hurts a little, I hear whispers in my ears.
"I.ly*… Raiga bought you a new game, an 'otome game' was it?"
"Huh? Do you wanna play it now? Okay then let me set it up."
That voice, it's always that voice. He sounds like brother, but at the same time he does not.
"Thank you Onii-chan." I said in a daze. 'Ohneechan' ? What kind of word is that? I didn't know… all I knew is that it is important to me.
Then suddenly, I feel my heart ache. My body grows colder, I get a shiver in my spine. Things start to blur around me, the furniture starts distorting.
???, ?????'s Bedroom, ????
Before I knew it I was lying on the floor. "Where is…?" 'This is not my room…' I thought to myself.
I looked around a little, the room that I'm in looks different, thin walls that look like it was made of paper, the wood that comprised most of the room looked odd, it doesn't look like anything I've ever seen.
I was surprised that I was not terrified in the slightest. In this room I felt comfort…nostalgia. I saw a door of some sort, I touched it, bizarrely enough I knew how to open it. You slide to it to the side instead of pushing it, so that's what I did.
I found myself in a balcony, there was a small courtyard, and then I noticed the architecture, it was so foreign yet so familiar. Then suddenly, I felt a compulsion. Find him! It said.
After that I walked again, this time I knew what I was looking for. I walked and walked and walked, passing through many rooms in the process, I didn't know where I was going, it seems that my 'body' is guiding me.
Then finally, I found him. He was wearing an apron, he wore odd clothes, and he almost looked like a commoner.
"C'mon Illya sit, Breakfast is ready." He said with a smile.
"I…"
I was speechless, my heart skipped a beat. That voice, I can hear it much clearer now. It's definitely big brother's. Multiple flashes go through my mind, a castle in a blizzard, and man with black hair and dead eyes, a woman that looks like me for some reason.
I felt something wet my face. Was I… crying? I wipe my face to dry it up but to no avail. Tears continue to flood in as uselessly try to dry them up. Before I knew it, he was in front of me, holding a towel. He wiped my face dry and asked.
"Illya? What happened, are you okay?" he asked me with concern.
"I-*sniffle* I'm okay, don't worry." I answered with a wide smile. "Can I hug you… O-Onii-chan?"
He gazed solemnly at me. "Sure, go ahead." He spreads his arms.
I jumped into him happily, I hugged his torso tightly.
'Mama was right, we WOULD meet again!' I gaze at him once more. Now I remember fully, my name is Florence Elise Meriallis also known as: Illyasviel von Einzbern, daughter of Kiritsugu Emiya and Irisviel von Einzbern, older sister to Shirou Emiya.
And this is the story of my reincarnation.
Illyasviel POV, End
6:00 PM, Castle Ballroom, Princess' Debutante.
Music plays inside the ballroom. Nobles from all over the kingdom attended the party to see the princess personally. Everyone is socializing, and drinking wine.
'Ten years, that's how long I've been waiting for this moment.' Shirou told himself, he was counting. 'It's been fifteen years since the failed revolt, time passed so quickly I didn't even notice it.' He was walking in a hallway, towards a meeting with his sister who was reincarnated as well. She was sixteen now, while Shirou was twenty-seven. 'Illya said that I'm a capture target, a romantic interest for the heroine…' Shirou shakes his head. 'She said that she was supposed to be the minor villainess for my route, the right hand of the true villainess. A villainess who I didn't meet yet.'
He sees his dear sister, she was beautiful tonight. Fitting because it IS her debutante ball after all, she was wearing a silver-colored gown with pearls attached in a spiderweb-like pattern. Her curled hair was tied up in a bun by an ornament shaped like a rose. "You're beautiful, Elise." He said unconsciously.
"Thank you for the compliment dear brother!" She answered, smiling.
He offers his hand. "Let us go."
"Mhm!" She hummed in agreement, taking his hand.
"Entering, His Majesty King Artorius III and our beautiful Princess Elise of Antaria!" The Chamberlain announced as they descend the stairs.
And then everyone's eyes were on them.
"By the gods, that's Princess Elise?" One nobleman whispered to his companion.
"Obviously, that beauty, that elegance, who could it possibly be other than our princess?" The other one answered.
"His majesty is here too, although he looks a bit different…" A young noblewoman said, a little bit confused.
"What do you mean?"
"He wears his hair differently today."
"Come to think of it… his hair is down instead of the spiky one that we see in the portrait."
"Could it be….?" She spoke a bit louder this time.
"Gods… Fix your hair, look for any imperfections on your dress, and check your posture!" Her friend ordered in an ecstatic tone. "Be as appealing as possible!"
"Right!" She checked her hair ornament and straightened her body. "Nothing's wrong, thank goodness."
They think that the king is finally looking for a queen, exploiting the presumed advantage, they thought that they were the first to realize. But everyone in the room thought the same thing, every father and mother told their daughters to ready themselves, forgetting that this party's purpose was the introduction of the princess to the high society.
The royals however were talking, not verbally but mentally via magecraft. 'Onii-chan this is it, this is where the heroine would appear if she's attempting your route!' Illyasviel told her now older brother.
'Illya… I'm worried for you, you said you would, and I quote: 'Bully her for spilling wine into your dress. That seems unnecessarily messy.' Shirou asked her sister, extremely concerned.
'But I'm not doing that! I'm going to befriend her and help her overcome the villainess so I don't die!' The princess rebutted.
'What if you get hurt?' Shirou insisted. 'Also, isn't execution a bit too much for petty bullying?'
Illya sighed. 'First: You should worry about THEM, being hurt. Second: Elise' actions would escalate further and further from bullying to kidnapping to actual murder.'
'How…?' The apparently wise king asked.
'How, you ask? Of course by getting manipulated by the villainess. She was pitted against the heroine by saying that the heroine would take the throne from her, which the idiot never had any right to begin with…' Illya spoke mentally with a rage-filled tone.
Shirou looked even more concerned. 'Illya- No, Elise, don't say that about yourself.'
'But she's an idiot! Imagine plotting against a baron's daughter just because 'she's a pleb with no class.' That's what idiots do, not princesses, no. And when SHE schemes for bigger things, she does it sloppily. And then her plots can't even be considered plots at all, more like tantrums! Besides, uncle Helmlsly is next in line for the throne! Even if you died she wouldn't even be queen! It's useless, really. Good god I can't even imagine me being HER. And…'
'Aaaand there she is again, I have to make her stop somehow.' Shirou thought in a deadpan tone. "Elise, let us greet them." Shirou squeezed his sister's hand, breaking her out of her stupor.
Shirou looked around. 'Huh, over a hundred attendees. I think it was worth it getting scolded by the servants.' The king smiled while reminiscing.
"Nobles of Antaria! It is my highest honor, to present to you, my beloved sister and this kingdom's only princess: Florence Elise Meriallis!" He opened his left hand in a presenting manner while wearing proud expression.
All the attendees clapped in unison as their princess waved at them. Illya descended the stairs along with her brother. 'Onii-chan, go on your position. I got this.' Illya nodded, preparing for the plan to befriend the heroine.
'Right, good luck.' Shirou nodded as well while nobles surrounded him, aiming to get to his good side.
(1 hour later)
Illya held her wine while waiting for the heroine to appear. 'Platinum blonde, pink eyes, she should be here any minute now.' She stands near the table, where the event should happen, and her brother across the room, waiting for his cue.
And so, the heroine arrived as expected. Wearing a blue gown with frills, she looked like your typical Cinderella-type character. Illya looked at her in anticipation.
'Ah, there she is. Calm down, wait for the moment to strike.' The heroine approaches her, she prepares to speak when suddenly- "Did she just-?" the attendees gasped, the princess' dress, it was ruined.
Something was wrong, the heroine, the paragon of goodness… pushed the wine from the princess' hands. Illya narrows her eyes knowing it was weird. 'It wasn't accidental… how?' Illya thought in confusion while the heroine is on the floor.
Shirou, sensing Illya's distress, called to her. 'What's wrong!? What happened!?'
'No, nothing. Proceed with the plan.'
'You sure?'
'Yes.'
The nobles parted, making way for their king. Shirou, following his lines, spoke. "Are you hurt young lady?" he offered his hand.
The heroine smiled, then her expression turned into shock- no, horror. "Wha-!?" She backs away, as if in a panic.
"Hm?" Shirou and Illya was confused. 'Why is she scared?' The child of winter thought.
She stands up and runs away. The guards tried to stop her, but the king suddenly ordered: "Stop! Let her be." The guards lowered their weapons.
Utter chaos permeated the room. Nobles discussing 'How dare her! Running away after ruining the princess' night!' and 'Why did His majesty let her go?' and even some of Elise' admirers were angry, demanding retribution.
"Stop! All of you! Act like someone that befits your pedigree!" Shirou shouted, trying to control the situation.
The nobles stopped, feeling the natural presence of the royal family. "You shall remain here and enjoy the merriments, I will escort the princess to her room." The king spoke as the maids escort Elise.
Shirou gazed at the stain on the floor one last time. "Tsk!" He clicked his tongue as he turned back from the crowd. 'What just happened?' He thought to himself.
7:45 PM, In a forest somewhere, ????
A dark figure ran in the darkness of the vegetation, and proceeded to hide below a tree. "Dammit dammit dammit!" They said, sounding furious.
"Why? Why is it like this!?" The figure spoke as they stare into nothing.
"Why!? What happened to my Isaiah!?" The moonlight revealed the identity of the figure, it was the heroine biting her fingers.
Now she wasn't staring at nothing. She was looking in a hologram of sorts, it was a status screen. It displayed Shirou's photo, the screen glitched.
King Isaiah
Affection: 10/20
Status: Single
Partner: None
Favourite Food: Locked
Hobbies: Swordfighting, chess, ???
And then it glitched again.
King Isa… Artorius III
Affection: 2/20
Status: Taken
Partner: ????
Favorite Food: Locked
Hobbies: Locked
"Who's the bitch that stole my Isaiah!!?" She shouted in fury, her face contorts into a not so beautiful expression as she pulls her hair in frustration.
9:00 PM, Nightwillow Estate, The Villainess escapes fate.
"Milord!" A soldier called.
"WHAT!?" A fat man answered. He was wearing a red suit with fur on his neck. "Did you find her yet!?"
"I'm afraid not yet Milord! But I found a letter addressed to you."
"Then give it to me!" He scolded, the soldier yelped in response. "Now let's see…" He opened the letter.
Father,
I think it is time that I escape this wretched family of ours, from this day onward I am no longer a daughter of Nightwillow. I grow tired of your machinations, you can keep all my all of my assets including my sword collection.
Sincerely,
-Your no Longer Daughter
PS; Seriously, don't look for me or I'll wedge your head off.
The man crushed the letter and threw it to the side. "That Bitch dares!?" His face glow red in anger.
"Continue looking for her, I will not sleep until I find that wench!" He ordered his soldier.
"Yes Milord!" They said in unison.
Meanwhile, said lady was hiding in a tree a mile away from the estate.
She pants in exhaustion as she stops by a river. She was wearing a white polo with a leather strap that holds her sword. Her manly attire contrasts her beauty, blonde hair and purple eyes, an ahoge popping out of her scalp.
"Just wait there for me." She looks at a picture.
"Shirou…" Her eyes turn emerald green.
A/N: And that's that, thank you for reading. Please follow and favorite, and most of all: review, I really appreciate it. Flames would be ignored.
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