Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, Fate, or any other anime I use in this story. They belong to their respective owners: Masashi Kishimoto and type-moon

9/01/23

Chapter 3

He never came.

After weeks of waiting, she had determined the conclusion that Jason wouldn't come back. Well, that or he was—

She shook herself from that thought, he couldn't be, he wouldn't be dead, not after all he's been through.

But even still… he wasn't coming back.

If he wanted to he would have by now, that means he just wasn't coming. He had decided to continue on with his journey.

Lesving her stranded as he did so.

After all she'd done for him, after all she'd sacrificed, she… she—

"Here, you need to eat," a voice broke her out of her thoughts, as she slowly raised her head, her body still sitting on the bed she had woken up in for the first time since the shipwreck.

The voice belonged to the same man who found her, too, Naruto, if she remembered correctly. As he was staring at her, impassively.

She then realized what his earlier statement was referring to, him holding a a fresh plate of steaming hot food within his hand. Another meal he had brought to her.

She turned her head, "I already told you, I don't feel like eating right now," she told him flatly. Her voice was hollow, much darker than she would have liked, but she didn't care at the moment.

"Tsunami made this for you," he informed, but she still refused to take the place.

"Medea-san," he sighed, the woman having told him her name not too long ago, when she hadn't yet been in such a sorrow-filled state.

Her head snapped towards him, "You need to eat, your body needs its nutrients," Naruto told her. Yet her body lied still, and her mouth refusing to move.

"Alright, I will just leave this here, then," he told her, placing the plate on a nearby table, right next to another set of full plates from previous times he had brought her a meal. All of the cold, and it was evident they were left untouched.

Yet the blue haired woman only continued to stare towards his retreating figure.

He had called her name, for some reason that thought had been stuck in her mind. It was something that not many who knew of her did, then calling her 'that' dreaded name.

In a way, it was kinder than anything he could muster. A kindness not many would think her entitled to.

But then again that made her realize, he didn't know of her reputation, nor did he know of what she has done.

From what she had gathered, they were in a faraway land, one a great distance from Corinth, or even Colcus. How she got here, she did not know; the wreck was all a blur from what she could remember.

And if she and her ship were struck down by the gods she wouldn't have surprised, given who she was after all.

Yes, surely this man would not know of her nature… of the traitorous witch she truly was.

Even if she tried to deny it.

XXX

A harsh smell graced her nose, she smelled the fresh seaside scent that had been carried by a gentle breeze that graced her skin.

Fresh lilies spread across the fields as newly built stone structures littered throughout the city. Bustling merchants walked about the streets as they talked to the many citizens that walked throughout.

And she stood at the top of it all, as a small smile graced her supple blue lips. Yes… she was home.

Footsteps behind her made itself known, as she turned, and her entire body shook.

"Hello, dear sister," a voice, a young boy, told her.

The blue haired woman looked at the boy, seeing those blue eyes that looked so much like her own. Within an instant her once happy demeanor left her, as now her expression was filled with nothing but dread.

Her breath hitched, as her arms shook. Just staring at him made her blood run cold, as a shiver rang throughout her spine.

Yet somehow in her frantic state she was ably to speak, even if her voice was weak from surprise.

"A-Absyrtus, h-how?" She questioned in shock, but her brother only gained a look of confusion.

"What ever do you mean, Medea?" Her 'false' brother questioned,

"Sister, you look unwell, perhaps you should rest?" He suggested in concern, as he raised his hand to feel at her forehead.

She slapped his hand away, as she backed up in fright, as her 'brother' froze.

As the worried expression across her face began to spread to his own. "Sister? What's wrong, did I—"

"No, y-you're not real! You can't be! I just—" her breath quickened, as she stared at him in fear.

Squelch.

A dark figure behind her brother formed from the shadows. As a hidden blade pierced cleanly through her brother's back.

He was dead within seconds, as his body plummeted to the ground. It was so sudden that she only barely had time to react, but she heard the cloaked figure laugh as she stabbed him. Piercing the blade into her brotherzms lifeless body over and over again until there was nothing left.

But what was even more infuriating was what the shadow did next.

The figure laughed, and laughed, her body shaking as her head shots up in such pure delight and ecstasy that the sheer amount of joy was undeniable.

As Medea's body shook in rage, this... this demon was taking joy out of her brother's death, this woman was clearly a—

Monster… her blood went cold as she saw the cloaked woman's face gaze straight at her.

Pale porcelain skin, blue hair, and joy filled blue eyes.

It was as if she were staring into a mirror, and that's when it clicked… it was her that was the monster.

The woman, as if she knew her thoughts, voiced her opinion out loud, "what's wrong?" She asked, a cruel smirk evident. "Are you denying our true nature?"

She backed away from the imitation, "what? No, I just— "

"You just what? You deny how we truly are?" The shadow asked in indignation, as she raised her hand. "This is who we're truly are… a traitorous witch."

"I'm… I'm not a witch, I-" she tried to deny, before the shadow interrupted.

"Aren't we?" The woman asked, as somehow her smirk grew even wider. The shadow's outstretched hand was light aflame in a darkened ember.

"Medea…" a voice caught her attention, as her head snapped in the noise's direction like a bullet.

"Medea, how could you?" Her brother asked in a pool of his own blood, as his neck moved ever slowly to gaze at her fear-filled eyes.

"Absyrtus? No, I—" she tried to deny.

"You killed our brother," the shadow finished. "And you loved it, you loved every minute as you sliced through him. "

"I never—" Medea was once again interrupted.

"You know we loved it, we took joy in the fact that we were helping our precious little Jason," the shadow voiced her unsaid thoughts, "where is he now? I ask, after all we've done for him, where is he now. Tell me, traitorous witch?! Where is our precious Jason and why is our brother not alive?!"

"Where! Where is he!" The shadow demanded. "You killed them! You! You!… you!"

XXX

She awoke in a cold sweat, as her whole body jolted upwards.

A startled scream could be head throughout the room, and it took her a minute to realize it was her own.

She was the reason they were dead. Had she been a better sister to her brother, he wouldn't be dead, she should have been able to resist that dreaded goddess's charms. And even when her mind cleared she still clung onto him, and yet not enough as he died as well.

He wasn't coming back. He was either dead, or didn't care about her enough to come back.

And why would he, she was a traitorous witch? She only hurt people, didn't she?

Medea continued this line of thoughts until sunrise.

All the while, she didn't take the time to notice a blue-eyed watcher looking on at her crumbling and broken figure.