[ Author only owns the story and it's OC characters. None of the series like Fate Stay/night, F/GO, DxD, Akame Ga Kill, RWBY, Campione etc...]
A Tale of Zenith.
"Ugh..where is it ?..."
"Did you get it ?."
"We wouldn't be running around like a headless chicken if I did, Shinji!."
"Woah, chill, Emiya!."
"Chill, my ass!, stop slacking on my sofa and go look for it you, fucking moron!."
Bam!.
"Ack, gulghgh-!?, what the fuck, Shirou!." Shinji gurgled before screaming as he finally took out the shoes that went right into his mouth.
Shirou grinned smugly. Shinji fumed as he grumbled before going to look for it.
It was early morning as they lounged around the immense property of Emiya Residence.
Shirou Emiya was boy that looked to be around his late teens with a fair skin, crimson red hair and striking gold eyes. He had a toned physique, he wore a white full sleeved t-shirt with a green jacket over it. An certain eye catcher to many.
His slacker friend was known as Shinji Matou, another boy around his age with similarly fair skin, a pair of grey blue eyes and curly cobalt blue hair that dangled, he had a scrawny and thin physique compared to his friend. He wore a black t-shirt and white overcoat with black accents. He seemed to have a gremlin like vibes with his natural born annoying smirk.
"Here it is!." Shinji haughtily proclaimed as he dangled the rather old looking keys, spinning it around his index finger.
Shirou looked relieved as he snatched it from the blue haired boy, who scrunched his nose.
"Wow, no need thank me like this, Emiya." Shinji drawled sarcastically as he slumped down back on the sofa.
"Remember how we lost it, Shinji ?." Shirou asked with annoyance as Shinji suddenly looked away whistling.
"Still..thanks Shinji." Shirou said sincerely before turning away to fetch the chest, hiding a smirk as he saw how the seaweed guy was spluttering and stuttering of how it was nothing.
That's Shinji for you, give him honest praise, you will have a Wakame putty in your hands.
"Ahem, besides I was at my fault too, I shouldn't have drunk that much...Though I hella don't regret of how we blasted the entire pub!." Shinji grinned like the little gremlin he is.
" Go around and laugh you little gremlin, we were banned off every single pubs in entire Toyama other than Copenhagen." Shirou sighed as he felt the phantom feeling of headache hit him.
It was something running joke among them about Shinji and his explosion fetish.
Shinji is a scaredy cat that complains every time a trouble comes around...until it involves something explosive.
If explosion is involved then the Wakame goblin switches with baddass gremlin with issues of an unused single brain cells.
Shirou mostly gets away from the trouble he causes during their certain adventures mostly because of the fact it usually ends in a great explosion.
Shinji is so much of explosion lover is that, he is very much viewing Kiritsugu as his idol due to his...works.
It was also the reason that Shinji stuck with him rather than going to Clocktower with his sister, because according to Shinji 'I would rather stuck with idiot like you that attracts all kind of trouble and chicks than play politics with old farts.' Kariya was so proud, that he shed manly tears.
His words not mine.
"Well, it doesn't matter because, Because we are going back to Fuyuki, or now known as New Sekai!." Shinji said cheerfully as he sprawled over the sofa his hands stretched.
"My wallet..." Shirou had a blank stare as he looked at the wallet inside the pocket of his coat hanged opposite to him.
"Stop being drama queen, Emiya. Your the freaking Einzbern Heir, you got an endless ocean of dough to buy entire Japan!, for fuck's sake!." Shinji snarked before regretting as he saw how the red head's eyes darkened and his fist to tighten around the chest he was bringing.
"Uhh!, my bad, sorry!." Shinji squeaked clutching his nose a phantom feeling of aches passed on his nose.
"Don't worry, Shinji, I'm not mad." Shirou sighed as he dropped the chest down making the Matou flinch before quickly bouncing back as curiosity caught over him.
The chest was big, almost the size of large suitcase. It was looking old and withered however, both the boys who descends from the mystical world knew better. The older it is the stronger it is. It had silver metal works and the wood seemed to be an reddish brown tone. The keyhole somehow felt funny to them.
"Seriously, Emiya. Can't you atleast tell me now what's inside!." Shinji asked excitedly.
"How am I supposed to tell you if I don't know it myself, besides..I think we can now know what's it." Shirou said with a smile as he raised the key despite looking old model was pristine and in condition, as expected of magical item.
Shinji and Shirou both looked in awe and curiosity clouded with excitement as the key was inserted before a series of mechanical sounds and clicks or the turning of gears resounded before a magical crest lit up showing the sigil of Emiya family.
The last click showed that the chest was open, Shirou opened it, anxious to see what's inside.
Shinji gawked as he felt his inner fanboy dance like a loon, Shirou himself was not baring himself any better as he stared at the things with bewilderment written over his face.
"No fucking way!.." Shinji gaped like a fish.
"I thought dad took it with him." Shirou said noticing a certain item that glinted eerily.
"Oh sugar honey ice tea, this is gonna be a blast!."
"...that was really a bad pun, Shinji."
"Fuck you, Emiya, you're just jealous!."
"Whatever helps you sleep at night."
"Have you packed everything, Shinji." Shirou asked as he was busy locking the Emiya Residence. It was real hassle to lock the entire Emiya Residence, especially with how big it is. However, while it was certainly an exact replica of Emiya Residence back at Old Fuyuki, it certainly wasn't as big as the one there.
He was thankful that he had already given Fuji-nee a spare key. It would struck night when he would finally be let out of the Tiger's claws, if she decided to bawl and sob for him to not go away.
The woman can be really handful, it really made him wonder how the hell is she still a teacher at Homahura.
"Done, Emiya!." Shinji waved off the truck that carried both Shinji's and his items that was shifted. Mostly, Shinji's. Shinji was the most excited for this sudden transfer to another school.
Shirou sighed before wiping the sweat off his templates. He rolled up his shirts's sleeve before shutting the trunk of the car..
Shirou was now wearing a white long sleeved shirt that was now rolled up and black pants, he had also worn a pair of black formal shoes.
"Seems like you two are off to go, aren't you ?." A familiar calm and composed voice made Shirou turn his head to look at the owner voice before quickly composing himself before the man.
It was man around his late thirties, he was handsome man with pale skin, blue hair that dangled much akin to Shinji's though not in the manner of a seaweed, he was tall and had lean muscular figure, he had a pair of striking red eyes. He wore a white and black designed shirt and black pants.
"Ah, Matou-san." Shirou addressed the man respectfully as Shinji rolled his eyes.
"No need to call me like that, Shirou-kun, just call me, Zouken. It makes me feel old calling me like that." Zouken Matou waved off the boy with a carefree smile.
"Ah, but Matou-san-" Shirou was about to argue until Shinji came in and slapped on his back.
"Gramps, I doubt you can magically make Emiya stop calling you that after all these years, so stop trying." Shinji said brazenly as he leaned over Emiya whose eyebrow twitched.
"I think that's called 'ettique' and 'manners', Shinji. I wish you would just learn some of them." Zouken sighed as Shinji looked bored picking his ears as Shirou looked positively disgusted and fed up.
"Manners, blah blah blah, heir of Matou, blah blah blah, I'm not your heir anymore, blah blah blah, You gaming skills sucks, Zouken. Blah blah blah." Shinji mocked.
"You take that back you damn brat!." Crimson red yes glowed fiercely as Zouken nearly chewed away Shinji if not for Shirou holding the man as neon green lines lit up on Shirou's skin to restrain this brute with delicate appearance.
'This is gonna take long while, isn't it.' Shirou sighed as he further reinforced his body. He really wished Sakura was here. She had been the only one who knew how to keep the Matou's in line. She would simply smile and they would be sitting there like a obedient children. He really needed to learn that skill these days.
"Fou!, Fou!." His attention wandered to the sound of these adorable voice.
His eyes found a familiar form of unique animal that had resemblance of a cat, squirrel and dog. It was pale snow white furred creature with purple eyes and a small mane with a white and violet themed cloth tied around the neck, it had a busy squirrel like tail.
It was Fou, his loyal familiar he was contracted to.
Fou is actually an unique existence. It had appeared to him, during the time he was at Germany, in the Einzbern Castle. It had been with him since his childhood, atleast the one he can remember before the Great Fire that burned the entirety of Fuyuki and it's neighbouring cities.
Fou is a Phantasmal Species. One that was in truth, something that not even within the knowledgeable Grimoires. No one knows what he is, not even that damned golem.
He had ended up forming Contract with Fou after getting attached to it's presence. Fou had been all to eager for some reason.
"Fou, Mkyu ?." Fou questioned, seeing it's dearest friend and Master holding back the devil from continuing the bickering with it's descendant. A far too familiar sight for the Phantasmal Species had been acquainted with.
"Yeah, same thing." Shirou grunted. Zouken was strong, even if he was just putting up a show.
"Fou!,Fou!, Myu!" Fou chirped as it got on the shoulder of it's master and began pulling on the Matou patriarch with it's mouth.
It was such an adorable gesture, that Shirou felt at peace. Atleast, he had Fou with him in this mess.
"I think you probably be caring for those wrinkle skin than play video games against youths, old bones. Or you should go back to your Rating Games with your master, oh I forgot your old bones might break."
"Why you little brat!!!"
'Why me ?...' Shirou sighed blankly as he restrained Zouken with trembling limbs as Shinji further taunted his great great great grandfather. Fou seemed to be done too.
A sassy explosive gaming addictive boy and his hundred year old devil ancestor bickering like some children...
This was just normal Matou thing.
Shirou and Fou now pitied both his kouhai and Kariya-san who had to go through this for their entire life.
Shirou kept his eyes on the road, his hands were firmly on the steering wheel. The night was still young. He estimated that they would reach Sekai around 4'o clock by the morning.
The streetlights of highway flashed past him as Shirou drove at a moderate speed. Switching gears, he made a slow pace.
The drive to Sekai, would normally make any normal person dreary, but Shirou was far from 'normal'. He was a magus. A practitioner of Magecraft. The nighttime was magi's most prime period.
However, Shinji had been fast asleep opting to sleep around like a baby, including sucking his thumb as he laid sprawled on the back seat.
Shirou swore that if Matou dared to even drool on his car's seat he would wipe it off with Shinji's head until either his head snaps or the stain removes.
"Kyyuuu..." The silent slurry pur on his lap said that Shinji wasn't the only one who was asleep.
Fou laid on his lap curled up like a cat as he drifted off to sleep. The adorable critter had become sleepy after the hours of excitement at seeing the sights outside of Toyama through the window during the daytime.
It was quite and pleasant. The soft and cold wind on his face was soothing. The soft melody of the night, enchanting. The night sky was filled of stars, gleaming and twinkling playfully. Shinji's snore had receded after he had turned over his back, giving Shirou the relaxing atmosphere he wanted.
Shirou pondered on his thought as he drove. The temptation of taking a sip from the alcohol was high, especially with such an amazing atmosphere that demands his interest.
However, despite the fact he knew that he was completely immune to alcohol for some strange reason, he didn't dare to do so. There was no way he was gonna do something so dangerous.
Afterall, the lives could be threatened, simply because of his pleasure.
He erased such depressive thoughts. Illya and Mom had taught him not to degrade himself. He had promised them he won't be doing such things.
So, Shirou decide to think of his return to Fuyuki, or now known as Sekai.
Fuyuki and Kuoh, it's nearby city had ended up getting remodelled about ten years ago after the Great Fuyuki Fire that consumed the entirety of Fuyuki and half of the Kuoh into ruins.
His hands curled over the steering, the speed increased as his foot forced a bit on the accelerator.
It quickly reduced as it was back in the slow pace. Shirou's breathing was normal now.
Shirou's eyes were conflicted, on the other hand he knew that he hadn't 'magically got over his trauma' but he had enough control over it to make it stop gnawing at his every thoughts. But some times, some scar won't fade away with time.
And now he will have to face the demons of past once more.
He once again shook away those thoughts. All was in past, the present is where we live and the future is to live.
He will confront those demons when the time comes. He won't waste his live over some trauma.
Nevertheless, the reason for his return is a bit disconcerting...
Shirou knew that being who he was now, he would have to face his responsibilities. No matter how much he loathed it.
He was, the Einzbern Heir, whether he like it or not. And he hadn't expected to face his damnably position's responsibilities this early.
He was sent to Sekai, to oversee the city as it's new Overseer and the Second Owner of the spiritual land of Sekai where it used to be territory of the sisters of Yondai Maou, now under his jurisdiction due to the negligence and inability to maintain their assigned duty of guarding the spiritual lands, and the lack of reports given to the Association and Youkai Factions, and by extension Japanese Pantheon...
Therefore, the spiritual land of Sekai was to be directed under the rule of a new owner, however, due to the Maou's insistence on giving a chance of reconsideration for the sake of the treaty and establishing a bond with Eastern associations to Undeworld, they had the Devil Princesses to be remain as the deputy owners.
However, due to the Youkai Factions and Japanese Pantheon's doubts over the Devil faction's promise, they had chosen to establish any of the previous Mage family members who had the authority over Fuyuki, the previous name of Sekai before the remodelling, who had flawlessly done their part in maintaining the peace of coexistence of the spiritual lands, despite having four consecutive wars between powerful forces and the presence of the wish granting device, known as Holy Grail.
The only failure was Great Fire, however that was frankly out of anyone's control.
Unfortunately, Tohsaka and Matou was out of the equation, both of them were studying at Clocktower thus cannot take charge.
So naturally, Einzbern had took control. Mostly because they weren't willing to loose the spiritual lands of Fuyuki, they had already lost the Grail after it was shut down by the aftermath of the Fourth Grail War.
And for some strange reasons, the Wizard Marshal, himself intervened, giving a vote of confidence, for him!. For kami's sake, he doesn't even know the Old Man of Jewel to begin with.
So cue, him getting chucked between these mess. Emiya luck at it's finest.
Yes, he basically had to oversee the city that attracts all kinds of troubles and make sure things don't go south. Lovely.
"*snore* Aaaahhh~, segsy!~" Shinji Matou giggled lecherously as he slept off, probably seeing some wet dream of his.
Sometimes, Shirou envied this bastard. No wonder he threw Sakura under the bus, when he said he didn't want the position as Heir, the bastard probably knew that he would probably be having problems like this.
Lucky Bastard. Shirou grumbled about his own luck as he changed the gear speeding up the pace.
"Ehehehehehe~, ecsuplosion!~" Lecherous worm giggled once more.
"Just my luck." Shirou sighed.
Over the horizon, he saw the faint silhouette of the city.
Sekai, here we come.
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A/N:
You know, I was skimming through the All Around TYPE-MOON works, then suddenly a thought came to me.
Why not make a massive, I mean really massive crossover Fic, focusing on TYPE-MOON. That's gonna be rad.
Then I began my hunt, I started reading all those fanfics containing all these Massive crossovers elements, even reading throughout those horrible Union Academy trashes in the wattapad( few of them were admittedly amazing) and several other amazing ones in every platforms ranging from to even Webnovels.
And lo and behold I had this baby here on my project list.
So, I knew that If I want to pull a big move by bringing several characters feom different genres, I need to have a perfect plot, an flexible world building anime with extreme potential. There it is smiling slyly the oppai lover, Ishibumi's DxD.
DxD. An all around, Jack of all Trades, world with so much raw potential which was wasted upon fanservice and oppai poking. I wonder what kind of weeds Ichiei was smoking when he thought he could throw such an amazing plot for sheer jacking purpose.
Except for LN, now that's something I can see is a good story. Anime was shit, other than the fact they actually did portrait Issei' s trauma, anime was virtually shit. ReBORN and HERO had me tearing my hairs off.
Alright, no longer gonna bitch about it.
So, yes onto the points. Yes, that's a "not- asshole-Shinji" we are playing here. And believe me you're gonna love this goofy, shrewd, bitching version of him...Atleast I hope so.
And Zouken fucking Matous is not some rotten hideous buggy corpse, he is a legit handsome husbando, and if you all had actually paid attention you might understand why so.
Since Zouken ain't gone screw loose, Kariya ain't dead, Shinji ain't asshole, Sakura doesn't have wormy issues, the Matou family is fluff, humour and family genre. Amen to that.
Shirou and Shinji are besties, they have love-hate bros relationship. Shirou's life is more or less like Kalied LINER, except he knows of wizardry.
The new city, Sekai is basically a amalgamation of Fuyuki and Kuoh. Rias and Sona's overseer duty was shit, so the Association and the Youkai's had opted to let a Magus hold the Authority there. Yes, Rias and Sona would still be a territory owner but, Shirou's gonna be the Second Owner and So that means Rias and Sona is gonna be playing under his rules.
And Shirou being the heir of Einzbern, well spoilers!.
I'm gonna give you heads up that I'm going to add the elements from my other account [Zadkfiel]'s fics. Namely, Abbadon Order...I still am not able to post my chapter on it, fucking , screwing over me.