Author's Note: Originally, when I wrote this chapter, the characters introduced were only going to be mentioned, but to make the dinner more entertai-I mean, were brought in, because I needed to add more characters to my story.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the Fate franchise.
P.S.: Murasaki is wearing her outfit from the craft essence "City where Dreams are Born", also I'm sorry if I describe it incorrectly.
Emiya Estate
Firstly, was what was he going to make tonight and secondly, should he have gone with Murasaki's idea of having dinner here.
Now, Emiya was in no way, ashamed of his late father's home, it had...just been a long time since he actually invited someone over.
Mouchers and dogs didn't count, seeing as they just showed up, like they owned the place.
And Emiya knew that his home, tended to leave an...unique impression on those unfamilliar who first saw it
Regardless, Murasaki had said that she didn't mind, and was fine with eating whatever he made, but that did little to relax Emiya's mind.
Noticing that it was almost noon, Emiya decided to have lunch first, before heading out to buy ingridients.
For a dinner, he hadn't decided yet, with a woman who was do to arrive in a few hours.
Maybe, in addition, to asking if she had any allergies, he should have asked she if wanted anything in particular, instead of trying to surprise her.
Hours Later
The first thing Emiya did, after coming back home was send a few texts.
Why he did that? Simple, really. To inform certain people to not come over tonight.
After all, even Emiya, knew that typically a date consisted of just two people, not two people and any number of unexpected visitors.
After sending out the messages, Emiya proceded to shower, change into a black dress-shirt and pants, and go to the kitchen.
Spread on the counter, layed an asortment of fish, shrimp, vegtables, tofu, and anything else Emiya could get, while he was out.
Before, thinking that he may have gotten more than he really needed or even before even starting to prepare dinner, knocking at the door got Emiya's attention.
Checking the time, and panicking over the chance that Murasaki had arrived early, Emiya went to answer, and to ask if she could, hopefully, wait a bit, before dinner was finished or in this case even ready.
As Emiya opened the door, he came upon to the sight of...
"Hey, man. I got booze, want any?"
...Cu standing outside the door, in his usual tacky Hawaiian-shirt and black pants, holding a case of said beer in hand, with his usual grin.
Groaning, Emiya asked, "Cu, why are you here?"
"What do you mean, "why am I here?", Cu repeated, as he went inside, despite Emiya's protests,"Your text said to come over." He explained, taking his shoes off.
Rolling his eyes, Emiya said, "My text said for you to NOT to come over tonight, Cu." He clairified, whilst wondering how to get this man to leave.
"It did?" Cu questioned, as he took his phone out, for a second look. "Uh, so it did. Well since I'm here anyways, beer?" The man asked, while offering a can.
Resistanting the urge to slap his forehead, "No, Cu." Emiya said, before adding."I don't want a beer, just go home." Emiya said, hoping that his "guest" would take the hint.
However, before said "guest could ask why he had leave or, after realizing, why his "pal" was dress-up, a second voice got his attention.
"Um...Emiya, who is this?"
Both men turned, to see the owner of said voice, only for them both to become speechless.
Emiya knew that as a teenager, he was defenitely oblivious to girls around him, but he felt that even his youngerself would notice that Murasaki was certainly an attractive woman.
And there she stood, looking utterly beautiful.
Firstly, like him, she had forgone her glasses for contacts, allowing anyone to notice her purple-colored eyes.
Secondly, her long hair was now split into long strands with curls at the end, and on the right side of head, some hair was tied into an, admittedly cute, ear-like bun.
Lastly, instead of wearing her standard outfit at the office, she was now wearing some sort of white blouse, around said blouse wad a pink body scarf, a gray knee-length skirt, on her feet, she wore pink heels, and in her hand was a pink and white purse.
And as Murasaki stood there, still confused, waiting for either man to answer, a third, shocked voice, got all everyone's attention.
"SHIROU! WHO IS THIS WOMAN?!"
Murasaki, nearly jumping out of her skin, as Emiya and Cu broke out of their shared trance all looked...to see a short, brown-haired woman, wearing a green jacket over a black-striped yellow shirt, blue pants with sandals, pointing at Murasaki, with an intense, glare on her face.
At this moment, Emiya felt like yelling at the heavens.
Cu had a large, amused grin on his face, thinking that this night would be fun.
And Murasaki was thinking...that maybe she and Emiya should have waited until a restaurant had an open table available.
Next time, I swear, is when we'll dinner get started, just with some new additions.