Warning: This chapter contains copious scenes of brutality and sexual assault.
Chapter 14: Matou Misery I - The Worthlessness of Shinji
"I see that you are finally aware, Shinji."
Unable to hide the flinch from Grandfather directly addressing him, Shinji Matou stared at him and Sakura, the latter despondently keeping her gaze fixed to the floor as usual.
"I believe it's now best to make this official. From this day forward, Sakura will be the heiress of our family." Grandfather spoke casually, as if he hadn't ripped away everything that Shinji had been living towards.
"W-What?"
"Sakura is my new hope." Grandfather kept speaking, idly patting the girl's head even as she gave no response. "The future of our family rests in her womb."
"What?! But I'm the heir! I'm Byakuya Matou's sole child! Why am I being passed over for someone who was adopted in?!"
"Is it not obvious to you? Kariya was supposed to be the heir but shirked his duties, only briefly returning for an endeavor rigged against him." Zouken Matou leaned forward until his dead, cruel eyes were inches from Shinji's panicked ones. "Your father was simply the spare, and no matter what you claim, you being of his blood makes you just as worthless to me."
Over the paradise-like forest and plains, the forever-golden sky wavered for a split-second, turning midnight blue as a shadowy figure was blown through several trees before coming to a stop, the miasma that had been cloaking it slowly fading away.
"So that's who you really are." A golden figure slammed down nearby, stoically addressing the armored figure in black.
Far, far away, Merlin raised a curious eyebrow at the knight's identity.
"Still, could it be that you're mocking me?" Oberon questioned as he approached, being surrounded by hundreds of golden petals each possessing immense sharpness and weight as they idly floated around him. "To attack me without even drawing {Arondight}?"
Pseudo Berserker growled as he slowly got back to his feet, entering a hunched over pose while his damaged armor slowly started to repair.
"I see. Even as corrupted as he is, Lancelot is still recognized as a child of the Fae. That seems to be the reason why your limbs are still attached to you, Shinji. " Oberon observed as his opponent's armor finished repairing. "Well? Who am I speaking to at the moment? Shinji? Or is that you, Lancelot?"
Pseudo Berserker growled even more, the carved slit in his helmet only glowing brighter with ghastly red light. "EMIYAAA..."
"No answer? Fine, then." The flakes froze before reforming into Oberon's grip and becoming a longsword with a slender form. Every part of the sword from the guard to the pommel seemed to be made out of dazzling gold while the blade itself was dyed in a bright golden yellow, along with a camellia flower design decorating the sword's guard. "I needed a test subject for this lovely new sword I just created."
"Onii-chan needs a minimum of a week to make a magic sword!" Miyu Emiya exclaimed from her hiding spot, with Issei Ryuudou's hold on her sleeve being the only thing stopping her from going after them. "How did you make that when you've only been here for maybe two hours?!"
"Did I not tell you all earlier?" Oberon smirked at her direction. "I have been modified to enhance Shirou Emiya's capabilities up to Fae standards. While I did put significant effort into this sword, I am not lying when I say I can probably make a sword strong enough to match {Clarent} in a few years."
Oberon raised his blade up high and presented it to be beholden. "Behold, the Golden Camellia Sword, {Konjiki Tsubaki}! I understand it's confusing for a Japanese name to be bestowed upon a Western sword, but maybe I'm feeling rather sentimental for my former self."
Growling further, Pseudo Berserker stretched out his hand and summoned his own weapon. Due to the Mad Enhancement of Angra Mainyu's Berserker Class Skill, the broadsword had been dyed pitch-black despite it still possessing the Fae Letters that declared it's true identity as a Divine Construct.
The Languished Light of the Lake
{Arondight Arthur}
Observing from a bit closer now, Merlin frowned at the state of Lancelot's Noble Phantasm. "Well, that's troubling on so many levels."
On one hand, Lancelot was the strongest of all of Artoria's knights, as even she would struggle against him in a fair battle.
On the other hand, while not a Heroic Spirit, Oberon still bore the title of 'King of Fairies', meaning that he would undoubtedly have a strong advantage against Lancelot, who lived while several traits of a Fairy, similar to how Artoria was born and had lived with the Core of the Red Dragon.
A Human could not challenge the physical might of a Servant.
A Fairy could not challenge the Authority of it's King.
In the end, victory would only be assured to whomever had the stronger will.
Pseudo Berserker suddenly charged forward and slammed his blade against Oberon's in an overhead slash, only to be violently repelled from the impact!
"That sword can repel {Arondight}?!" Merlin gasped in surprise.
Taking advantage of the lull, Oberon charged forward and swung at Pseudo Berserker, clashing it against the hastily raised {Arondight Arthur}, before sending the dark knight flying!
However, Pseudo Berserker righted himself in an instant and clashed swords again, this time staying his ground as the earth beneath him and Oberon shattered apart from the shockwave.
"On your knees!" Oberon commanded.
Pseudo Berserker nearly complied before struggling and righting himself.
"What?! How can you resist my Authority?!" Oberon demanded as he disengaged and spun around to smash his heel against Pseudo Berserker's helmet, sending him flying through several trees and skidding over a lake until he crashed into it's bank. "Answer me!"
Oberon fell from above to stab him through, missing and kicking up a massive plume of dirt as Pseudo Berserker hastily dodged.
"Are you not the child who was raised by one of my brethren?!" Oberon chased him down and swung at him again, nearly beheading him as he stopped to block. "Have you not always introduced yourself as 'Lancelot of the Lake'?! How are you resisting my Authority?!"
"You are... not my king..." Pseudo Berserker spoke, surprising Oberon as the dark knight's strength actually rose to push him back. "I... I am a traitor to Arthur... but even so, She will always be my KING!"
Twisting his sword so that {Konjiki Tsubaki} slid down it, Pseudo Berserker stomped into Oberon's unprotected gut, sending the fairy flying back several meters.
Coughing from the pain, Oberon spat out blood which had flecks of gold in it before holding his sword high.
"Konjiki Tsubaki: Sanran (Golden Camelia: Scatter).]"
Before him, the golden sword's blade dispersed into hundreds of floating petals before rushing forward towards Pseudo Berserker, tearing apart the ground on it's way.
Oberon's eyes widened as a thin but powerful slash of water tore through the attack and nearly shaved off his left side had he not dodged. 'What was that? {Arondight} has no long range ability! No, calm down. That sword was always meant to do that. According to the memories that Lady Morgan gave me, Lancelot just had the habit of holding back the 'slash' energy until he actually cuts them physically! What just occurred was truly the {Arondight}!'
(KingVessel: In the Camelot anime, Lancelot uses this power once in each movie. Given that it's not even in the wiki, I'm gonna assume that to the original 'slash' for his {Arondight} and use that for his own Sword Beam.)
Miyu gasped from afar as she noted the injury on Oberon's left hand. "He got hit!"
Issei frowned. "He's not healing..."
Indeed, Oberon frowned as {Avalon} didn't answer his call to heal him and then turned to face Pseudo Berserker. "Fine then, it's risky... but I'll have to use more Prana than I expected."
Oberon breathed in... and out.
Miyu and Issei recoiled as golden prana exploded off Oberon's form, sweating as the King of Fairies switched from using 500 units of Prana to using 5,000 of his capable 6,000.
{Konjiki Tsubaki} mutated as well, the floating petals swelling in brightness as their numbers surged from hundreds to thousands to millions.
"Kill him."
The innumerable blade petals surged toward Pseudo Berserker, forcing him to leap away high into the sky while {Konjiki Tsubaki} crashed into the ground where he had been standing.
When {Konjiki Tsubaki} followed him into the air, Pseudo Berserker fired another {Arondight Arthur} directly at Oberon, only for him to casually block and disperse it with {Konjiki Tsubaki}.
'It's slower and weaker... I guess he really can't fire those off as many times as he wants... Or his host is too weak to support him as normally as he's supposed to be.'
Suddenly, Pseudo Berserker found {Konjiki Tsubaki} massing behind him in midair, growling as many blade petals nearly shredded through the armor on his left arm.
In another fit of rage, Pseudo Berserker turned and attempted to blast through them all with his sword beam. However, he was unable to defend properly, with the golden swarm of blade petals overpowering him and slamming him deep into the ground with millions of blade petals rushing down after him.
*SMACK!*
"Who do you think you looking at like that, huh?!" Shinji snarled at the girl before him.
"Forgive, nii-san." Sakura whispered, her hand softly placed against her reddening cheek. "I'm sorry for being a bother to you."
"Shit!" Shinji growled as his head wound throbbed again. Had it really been worth it trying to protect Sakura from some thugs ganging up on her?
Tch! If it hadn't been for that redheaded guy and brown haired chick who chased those bastards off...
"I hope you're proud of yourself!" Shinji snapped at the quiet girl. "How am I supposed to concentrate on my studies tonight?!"
As Sakura spouted off more useless apologies, Shinji stewed in his hatred as he glared at her. While he did so, he idly noted how filled out she was becoming, even compared to his classmates who had at least a year on her. "Unbelievable."
Hadn't Grandfather mentioned something about the Worms messing with her hormones or something? Were they making her mature faster than normal?
Gravely misunderstanding, Sakura shook her head. ''I don't want to upset you any more, Nii-san...''
"Upset me, you say..." Shinji muttered as he stood up from his chair. Maybe it was his tone or whatever look in his eye, but Sakura actually flinched and backed away as he approached.
Shinji decided he liked the fear in her eyes much better than the usual 'doll' attitude.
Sakura gasped as he suddenly grabbed her jaw, his grip tight. Then Shinji's lips were suddenly on hers, the sudden kiss eliciting a squeak of shock from Sakura. She remained frozen for several moments, stunned as he kept kissing her until she snapped out of it and began to struggle, whimpering into his mouth.
In response, Shinji got more forceful, pushing her up against the wall and dragging out the unwanted kiss, forcing her into it.
Eventually, he loosened his hold on her, allowing Sakura to break off the kiss with a gasp, sucking in quick lungfuls of air. She barely had more than a few seconds to breathe before his hand shifted down to her neck and squeezed, pulling her back into another rough kiss. Weakly, she hit his chest and pushed against him but it was fruitless.
''Mmph...!'' Sakura screwed her eyes shut as he kept his lips on hers, dragging it out until her lungs began to burn for air before breaking it off, allowing her to gasp. ''Haah...! N-Nii-san, please sto- kyaaa?!"
Sakura cried out in surprise as Shinji suddenly grabbed her budding breasts, squeezing them harshly. The sudden rough grip made her wince lightly, a whimper fleeing her lips when he roughly attacked the buttons, popping them off and sending them flying across the room.
Her cleavage became more exposed with each lost button and when she desperately grabbed his wrists to make him stop, Shinji simply retaliated with another punishing slap across her face, the mere act of being hit sharply curbing her resistance.
A gasp ripped itself out of her throat as he grabbed both of her tits through her plain white bra, squishing them together and manhandling them, his grip too rough for her liking. Yet when she tried to give out a feeble denial, Shinji just pushed his leg between hers, making her whimper as his thigh roughly grinded against her inner thighs, so very close to her core.
The feeling distracted Sakura long enough for Shinji to rip her bra off and let her growing chest bounce free, grabbing ahold of them the moment they were and squishing them between his fingers.
Despite her painful squeaks, Shinji showed no signs of stopping as his fingers sank into her breasts and pinched her nipples. "Well, aren't you a little slut, getting excited from something like this?"
Briefly pulling back, Sakura looked at him with something like hope in her tearful eyes, only for it to be dashed as he unbuckled his belt. "Nii-san, no... Please..."
Not giving the slightest care to Sakura's clear lack of consent, Shinji yanked his cock out into the open, half-erect and quickly swelling to its full size, and reached out, his looming hand making her lean away, almost scrambling back until he grabbed a rough, painful handful of her purple hair, bunching it up just above her forehead as he yanked her forwards.
''Mm!?'' Sakura winced tearfully as his cock pressed against her face. ''Nii-san, stop- Mmph?!'
Sakura gagged, eyes wide as Shinji shoved his cock past her lips until it hit the back of her throat.
Shuddering from the heat and tightness surrounding his cock, Shinji wasted little time in moving, roughly shoving his cock deeper with each thrust as he grabbed on to Sakura's hair tight.
Spit trickled past Sakura's lips as she was forced to endure Shinji's cock, his testicles hitting her chin each time he forced his cock into her mouth. When she dared to hit her fists against his thighs, he gripped her hair painfully and slammed her head against the wall behind her, groaning deeply as he fucked her mouth even rougher, the sheer hostility making her gasp and whimper, not even considering the idea of biting down as her mind too distracted by the shaft violating her mouth.
''Mn! M-Mmph!'' Sakura grunted around his cock, eyes closing tightly shut as she endured the abuse, hoping for it to end soon. She could feel him start to throb against her tongue, the meaning lost on her but fueling the unease in her stomach.
It was with a sudden gasp that Shinji finally reached his orgasm, sending gushes of hot liquid down Sakura's throat and holding down as she was forced to swallow less she choked.
Pulling back, Shinji stared at his handiwork, watching Sakura cry and choke as the Crest Worms in her made her wantonly lick at the semen staining her lips and chin.
...rather than excited, Shinji felt sick watching her.
It didn't stop him from making this a frequent occurrence.
"Stay down, Lancelot." Oberon frowned. "Neither I nor Shirou want to kill you, which in turn might kill Shinji."
Growling as he got to his feet, Pseudo Berserker punched the ground with his left fist before pointing it at Oberon. "I... want... to kill you...!"
Oberon blinked. "So it's Shinji, this time... I don't know how this happened but you're showing surprisingly high compatibility if your pitiful ego didn't get overwhelmed by Lancelot's. I'm very well sure that you're providing nothing more than a body for him to exist in."
Pseudo Berserker stilled before roaring out loudly, the sound causing Miyu and Issei to reel as it plagued their ears with resentment, self-hatred and depression.
"I AM NOT PITIFUL!"
Blackened Prana burst off Pseudo Berserker's form, surging wildly before slowly condensing around his form and obscuring him from view. When it faded away, it revealed Pseudo Berserker covered in Blackened water which had been shaped into armor, adding more defense onto his already armored body parts and even covering the parts of Shinji's body that hadn't been covered by Lancelot's armor.
Splashing Languished Light of the Lake
"[Arondight Arthur Aqua!]"
While Miyu and Issei awed at the sight, Oberon sighed in disappointment.
"For someone who doesn't wish to obey my Authority, you sure have no problem using that Fairy spell-"
*ting*
{Arondight} harmlessly tapped against Oberon's neck, too fast to be stopped or noticed.
'What?!' Oberon's eyes widened as he reevaluated the current situation. 'I lost sight of him. It was near instantaneous. I was unable to react to what should've killed me. However...'
Oberon frowned as Pseudo Berserker gave a cocky chuckle before withdrawing his sword and retreating away. 'Lancelot is nowhere arrogant enough to retreat from that... which means Shinji's the one in charge right now... That Card is disturbingly different from Shirou's... While Shirou successfully reigns as the dominant persona whenever he uses EMIYA Alter, Shinji keeps switching back and forth... Considering how much power Lancelot is drawing out, his compatibility must be way higher than I thought, especially as Shinji has no active Magic Circuits to help out.'
"In the end..." {Konjiki Tsubaki} surged to life before attacking again. "That just gives me more incentive in putting you down!"
At the last second, Pseudo Berserker evaded the swarm of blade petals, which shredded through the ground behind him, and dodged another stream of {Konjiki Tsubaki} sent by Oberon before landing in front of him and slashing at him with his sword, which a surprised Oberon blocked with {Konjiki Tsubaki}.
Overloading Languished Light of the Lake
"[Arondight Arthur Overload!]"
The energy released from the physical slash burst out against Oberon, slamming into him with all the force of a super compressed lake and sending him flying several meters with crushed ribs and a bleeding chest.
"And it ends with Lancelot's victory." Merlin slowly applauded. "It was a bit worrying, but it was truly just Oberon's Authority that was the problem, especially as Lancelot surpasses him on everything else but had a subpar host."
"Hey, Merlin!"
'Oh shi-' Merlin turned only to get dropkicked in the shoulder by Miyu, getting slammed into the ground.
"Merlin, tell me how to undo the magecraft that's controlling Onii-chan!" Miyu demanded as she held up the wizard by his collar.
"Now, now, young lady." Merlin raised his hands appealingly. "Just calm down-"
Releasing him, Miyu swiftly grabbed her wand and pointed it at him, causing Merlin to be forced flat on his back as gravity doubled in a five meter radius around him.
"You have three choices, Merlin." Miyu spat his name like a curse. "Teach me how to undo Onii-chan's brainwashing, undo it yourself or get crushed."
Merlin raised an amused eyebrow before grabbing his staff and tapping it twice against the ground, showing no regard to the increased gravity that was supposed to restrain him. Miyu gasped as not only did her gravity spell get broken, but the chains of the amulet he had given her suddenly unfurled and rapidly expanded and contracted to bind her limbs together.
Behind her, a shocked Issei who tried to help was promptly held down by several roots bursting from the ground to ensnare his limbs, waist and neck. "W-What?"
"Relax, children." Merlin softly stated as he got up and dusted himself.
As he did so, a gut wrenching roar of rage and madness burst out from Oberon, who had started writhing on the ground and grabbing his head, causing much distress to Miyu and Issei.
Merlin simply smiled at the sight. "As you kids would say it, 'It's only half-time'."
Oberon growled. "Stay down, you! I went through a lot keeping you suppressed!"
[Hell, no! Morgan may have imprisoned me but you're a shit jailer compared to her and my original!]
"Why?!" Oberon roared as the golden glow on his body faded away. "Why do you have a better grasp of this body than me?!"
[Because I existed in this body far longer than you! And I! Don't! Wanna! SHARE!]
"No! Stay back!" Oberon's scream went high pitched as his pale skin darkened before Zoroastrian runes etched themselves all over his body while his golden floaty hair turned into a spiky pitch-black. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
There was another burst of power from him, this composed of corrupted Divinity as Shirou Alter took control. "YEEAAAAAAAH!"
Nonplussed at this new development, Pseudo Berserker charged forward and swung down on the distracted Alter's head, only for him to grab the dark night's sword by the blade mid-swing, causing a screeching sound to resound from the impact.
Pseudo Berserker shook in... familiarity? "Who... are... you...?"
"Who am I?" Shirou Alter scoffed before tightening his grip on {Arondight} and glaring his hellish eyes into the carved slit that allowed Shinji to look at him. "I'm not exactly Shirou Emiya. In fact, some might say that I'm an alternate!"
Suddenly, Shirou Alter slashed Pseudo Berserker diagonally across the chest with one of his uniquely shaped throwing daggers, {Zarich}, and managed to tear through his armor while forcing him back.
'It's that redheaded guy again...' Shinji noted as he saw him in school carrying about various tools from the school gym into the shed. "What are you doing? Isn't that Matsuzaki-senpai's job?"
"Ah? Matou, right?" The redhead greeted as he waved a bit before readjusted his grip on the rolled up mat on his shoulder. "Matsuzaki-senpai just asked me and I saw no reason to refuse."
"Why? What's he doing for you?" Shinji didn't get it. From what he'd seen and heard, the redhead definitely wasn't a weakling.
"He's not giving me anything in return." The redhead replied, giving off a careless shrug. "Besides, it's not like one needs a reason to help others."
'Um, yes. One does need a reason to help others. A kind of person who just does whatever anyone else asks of him would just be...' "...I don't believe it." Shinji scoffed. "You're a pushover, of all things."
The redhead shrugged again. Shinji decried him an idiot.
Still, he didn't know why, but Shirou felt like Grandfather. Not in personality (Nothing could match Grandfather's vileness), but in vibe.
That indescribable urge of 'pay attention danger don't overlook'.
In the end, Shinji spent the rest of the day hanging around Shirou as he kept at the work, the bluehead not lifting a single finger to help and the redhead not asking for the slightest bit of help.
"You may be an idiot, but you sure do good work, at least!"
When Shinji uttered that sentence, he thought that was the end of it. His weird relationship with Shirou wouldn't go any further after that day.
Instead, the day had ended with the beginning of the closest thing to a stable relationship he had with anybody in his life.
With a small amount of blood spattering on the ground from the badly wounded Pseudo Shinji, Shirou Alter laughed maniacally. "You're a pretty pathetic guy, aren't you, Shinji! You find out that my original kept a secret from you, for a very fucking good reason might I add, your reaction is to throw a supernatural tantrum! Fine then, you wanna kick my ass?!"
Summoning {Tawrich} into his left hand, Shirou Alter's smile became something more of a bestial snarl. "I'm far closer to Shirou than Oberon's ever gonna be, so feel free to fucking try!"
As Pseudo Berserker tried to ready himself again, Shirou Alter swung forward and unleashed a blast of crimson flames, shocking and slamming into Pseudo Berserker.
"Grr..." Pseudo Berserker growled, noticing that the flames did more damage to his armor, compared to Oberon.
After all, Shirou Alter was born from the same Prana Lancelot had been Summoned into the Berserker Class with, a disadvantage he wouldn't have had if he were Summoned in a different Class.
Taking advantage of Pseudo Berserker's injuries, Shirou Alter fired many more blasts of crimson flames.
However, as Pseudo Berserker prepared to counter this, Shirou Alter suddenly vanished and reappeared above him from behind and attacked him, allowing several blasts of crimson flames to slam into the dark knight and bury him in a large explosion of pyro-umbrakinetic energy.
Blood splattered onto the floor as the dusty smoke settled, revealing Shinji's bleeding face as Pseudo Berserker's helmet had been destroyed with some pieces still breaking apart and falling to the ground.
"What... are you...?" Pseudo Berserker managed to ask out, sounding more like Shinji instead of a cursed knight saddled with demonic energy. "You're... way more... savage than Emiya... could be..."
"Of course, I am." Shirou Alter chuckled. "I am practically the other guy he suppresses with his morals and inhibitions. Besides, just like Miyu said earlier, a guy like you is pretty tiresome to always deal with. While Shirou isn't here to stop me, I'll just go ahead and make you-"
[Stay down.]
Shirou Alter choked as his own left hand shot up to hit his own face. "Dammit! You're back already?!"
[I could say the same about you! Where the hell have you been?! No matter on that. What's really important is that you can't use my body to kill Shinji!]
"Yes, I can!" Shirou Alter protested. "It's really easy! If you'd just let me keep on fighting...! Damn! You idiot! Fuji-nee, Sakura and Issei are one thing, but do you think there's any good in allowing Shinji to know about us?! We suck at memory manipulation spells!"
Shirou Alter roared further, his voice elevation to a scream as the runes on his skin disappeared while lightening back to it's usual tan as his spiky pitch-black hair turned back to it's original blood red.
After regaining his breath, Shirou Emiya looked towards his friend. "Sorry about that, Shinji, but I'm finally back now-"
Shirou hunched over as blood spurted out of his mouth as his body shook while coughing heavily. Right, he currently had a severe injury in his chest.
Taking advantage of that, Pseudo Berserker charged forward with {Arondight} held high... until he tripped as the Install deactivated, leaving Shinji to stumble as the Class Card ejected itself out of his chest.
"Well..." Shirou coughed out from where he was kneeling. I guess... you wouldn't mind... talking this out-"
While he was on the ground, Shinji came running up and kicked him so hard in the face that he flew onto his back.
"Nice of you to make it here, Satomi-chan." Shinji greeted the nervous girl who entered into the empty office.
Satomi fidgeted as she readjusted her glasses as Shinji locked the door behind her. Of course she would, especially as he flicked her neck as he passed her.
If she hadn't been badmouthing Sakura and calling her names, how did she not think of h̶o̶w̶ ̶h̶e̶r̶ ̶b̶i̶g̶ ̶b̶r̶o̶t̶h̶e̶r̶ ̶m̶i̶g̶h̶t̶ ̶r̶e̶a̶c̶t̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶h̶e̶r̶ ̶s̶u̶f̶f̶e̶r̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶m̶o̶r̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶n̶ ̶s̶h̶e̶ ̶h̶a̶d̶ ̶t̶o̶ how it affected his reputation?
"Heh? What did you call me here for?" Satomi tried to be intimidating.
Tried.
Shinji, having been raised by the Wraith of Worms himself, scoffed at her effort. "I heard that you've been talking smack about my sister. I really don't appreciate that."
"Really? I couldn't have guessed." Satomi actually had the gall to roll her eyes. "It was her fault for making googly eyes at Emiya-sama whenever she can. She's like a gloomy bitch who goes into heat whenever he shows up!"
'Another Emiya fan, huh...' Shinji resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Just what did Emiya do to attract all sort of types, huh? Still, Emiya may be an idiot, but he was his idiot and as much as he doesn't like Sakura, she deserves him far more than the bitch before him.
"And that's not all... She's... she's..."
'Ah... It's starting to work.' Shinji stretched as he approached Satomi as she started to blush and pant heavily.
"What's happeni..."
"Oh? It's just a little dose of modified Amortentia." Shinji casually revealed as he took out the vial from his pocket to admire. "Despite not having Magic Circuits of my own, potions are actually simple to create if you have the right ingredients. Kinda like cooking or chemistry now that I think about it. This Amortentia in particular only targets voluntary movements in the victim, leaving the body's automatic functions alone. It also inhibits long term memory and leaves the victim highly vulnerable to suggestions from the one whose blood has been added into it."
Shinji leaned in to observe Satomi's now unfocused eyes. "A person like me. A tiny swab against your bare skin was enough for administration. Obviously, a Magus would need far more than that... but you're no Magus, are you?"
Satomi gave no answer, simply staring ahead and would continue to do so until it wore off or Shinji ordered otherwise.
She certainly didn't react as a thick, veiny appendage popped out and smacked against her face, jutting out of Shinji's pants.
"Suck it."
Satomi parted her lips and swallowed him whole, causing Shinji to groan in approval as he put a hand on the top of her head as she bobbed up and down robotically, humming around his dick with each breath she took.
"Such a pretty little cocksucker." Shinji taunted as he played with her hair. "You think you can call Sakura a bitch with what you're doing now?!"
Shinji pushed down hard on her head and slammed her down to the base, burying his cock in Satomi's throat and her nose in his pubes, causing her glasses to be knocked off.
"Gakh!" Satomi gurgled, instinctually fighting back her gag reflex as her hypnotism clashed with her innate survival instinct.
Shinji pulled her off, only to slam her back on again, fingers gripping her scalp. The power and urgency of his thrusts picked up. One hand steadied her head while the other began wandering down her neck, her chest, her stomach.
It was then he suddenly pulled out of her mouth.
"Turn around and bend over against the wall." The moment Satomi did so, Shinji wasted no time in hiking up her skirt and pulling down her surprisingly drenched panties before shoving his cock into her ass, her spit serving as excellent lube.
Hey, as much as he'd enjoy taking her virginity, Shinji was more of an ass man.
While Satomi wasn't able to resist releasing a little squeak from the pain, Shinji pressed her flat against the wall as he pistoned his hips, growling into her neck as he slipped under shirt and bra to roughly grab at her breasts.
Even as he could already feel his orgasm coming, Shinji was already making further plans for a repeat experience while whispering soft, long-term commands into Satomi's ears for her to no longer bother Sakura.
S̶a̶k̶u̶r̶a̶ ̶d̶i̶d̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶n̶e̶e̶d̶ ̶e̶x̶t̶r̶a̶ ̶t̶r̶o̶u̶b̶l̶e̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶o̶n̶e̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶p̶l̶a̶c̶e̶s̶ ̶G̶r̶a̶n̶d̶f̶a̶t̶h̶e̶r̶ ̶d̶i̶d̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶h̶a̶v̶e̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶b̶e̶.̶
As he straddled him, Shirou grabbed Shinji's face, but it was no use as he punched him in the face and continued to do so while he was on top of him.
Pausing a bit to observe Shirou's left eye swelling shut, Shinji's collar was suddenly grabbed and dragged forward, allowing Shirou to headbutt him and finally kick him off.
Shirou coughed as he slowly got to his feet, causing Shinji to stare at him with a mix of rage and fear at the determined glare he was receiving. 'Even with all those injuries, he's still-!'
"Who do you think you are...?"
"I could ask you that same question..."
"Emiya!" "Shinji!"
The two charged at each other again, their fists clenched. Shinji punched Shirou's face. Shirou punched Shinji's stomach. Shinji delivered a left hook to Shirou's face. Shirou punched Shinji's rib. Shinji uppercut Shirou. Shirou punched Shinji's stomach, causing him to cough up blood. Shirou blocked Shinji's right punch but was too exhausted to block the following left swing. Shirou coughed up a mouthful of blood before uppercutting Shinji. Shinji ran up and punched Shirou in the face again. Shirou did the same, his knuckles coated in his blood. Shinji kicked Shirou in the stomach. Shirou punched Shinji in the face again. Both let out another battlecry. Shinji blocked Shirou's punch to her side, but not his uppercut knocking him to the ground. Once he got up, Shinji delivered a flying knee. After that, Shinji punched Shirou in the face again, followed by a blocked kick to the face. Shirou punched Shinji in the face this time. Shinji elbowed Shirou in the sternum, then kneed him in the same place. Shirou elbowed Shinji in the jaw, causing him to spit out a tooth.
"S-Stop it!" Miyu cried as the sounds of bones crunching ached her heart. "Please, stop fighting!"
"They aren't going to stop." Issei shook his head, not turning away from the brutality. "Not until the other falls."
"They don't... Onii-chan doesn't have to." Miyu sniffed. "He's usually the peacekeeper!"
"Even as the peacekeeper, Emiya can only do so much." Issei sighed. "As unfortunate as it may be, this must've been the best solution he could've come up with."
Merlin nodded in agreement. "Besides, from what I've observed so far, Shinji Matou's had it coming."
""You shut up!"" Miyu and Issei rebutted together.
There was a rather resounding crack that sounded off when Shirou and Shinji simultaneously punched each other in the cheek, holding still in the cross counter pose until they slipped and fell onto their backs.
"...why do you hate me so much?" Shirou muttered from the ground, his cracked jaw making it hard for him to speak.
"I don't hate you. It's just... you're perfect." Shinji coughed slightly, letting blood dribble past his lips and down his neck. "A guy like you wouldn't get it."
*SNAP!*
That, right there.
That was the sound of a little rope snapping after being thoroughly stretched to it's limits.
A little rope known as 'Shirou Emiya's Patience'.
"How am I supposed to understand anything if you won't tell me?!" Ignoring the screaming pain in his chest, Shirou got to his feet and grabbed Shinji by his shirt, dragging him up until he was face-to-face with the bluehead. "You're always like this! You always act so hateful but do good things that are too contradictory! You complain about various things and subjects but easily excel at them if you get pushed into doing them! You always undermine and berate Sakura whenever I see you together, but protect her far more viciously than I can! For a guy with better financial status, exotic looks, loving family members like Sakura, amazing talent in archery, art, investigations, why are you always so abrasive like you have nothing to be proud of?!"
"Because I do have nothing!" Shinji headbutted Shirou away, clutching his head as he growled furiously. "It's been plainly spelled out for me, over and over! Considering how worthless I am, just how do you think I'd react to my closest friend being unfairly superior to me in everything?! I act contradictory? You're the super helpful guy who's nice to every single person but has never cracked a smile on his own! I always undermine Sakura but protect her viciously from others? My sister likes you better than anybody else on the planet and have you seen yourself whenever you get angry enough to hurt somebody?! The reason why there aren't any of our middle school bullies in Homuhara is because you're the one who terrified them all enough to make them behave or transfer! I'm a popular guy with better riches and talents? Not only are you way more popular than me without even trying at it, three quarters of every female in our school are into you despite your constant ignorance and there's no way you and Miyu could afford your house with your old man dead if you weren't well off yourself! I'm sure as hell that Fujimura-sensei's salary can't cover that estate!"
Shinji took a shuddering breath. "I've always agonized over this. I'm so worthless I had to delude myself into giving up after many years of this bullshit!"
"It may be easy to give up, but…" Shirou whispered to him softly.
"It may be easy to give up?" Shinji slowly raised his head and stared the redhead in the eye with a disturbed expression and clenched fists.
"Don't give me that! There's nothing easy about giving up!" Shinji choked out and screamed. "Do you know what it's like to grow up in a Magus Family without the ability to use magecraft?! It was not easy to give up! It was so much easier for me to think there was something I could do! But there's nothing I can do! If I could do something, I would… I would…"
Shinji fell to his knees, starting to sob brokenly. "Even when granted great power like this... Even when Emiya is so horribly wounded... This is the best I could do...? Grandfather was right... I... am just so worthless..."
'What did your grandfather do to you...?' Shirou frowned. "Shinji, you're not worthless-"
"What do you know?! What do you know about me?!" Shinji punched his shaking fist into the ground as he glared at Shirou. "I have no power, but I want it all! I have knowledge from several generations ago but zero skill in using it! All I do is talk a big game, and make myself sound like a big shot, when I can't do anything! It's amazing that I can live like this and not display my shame, right?! What do you call a person like that other than useless?! Junk! No-good! Vain! Inferior! Lousy! Low-grade! Third-rate! Defective! Dud! Flawed! Imperfect! Substandard! Unsatisfactory! Deficient! Inadequate! Insufficient! Unacceptable! I've lived my entire life with many words of the same meaning applied to me! All of my powerlessness, all of my incompetence, is the product of my rotten, worthless character. If I was the character in some game or manga, I'd definitely be the easy-to-hate character."
Shirou opened his mouth to speak but said nothing. What could he say to this?
How long had his friend been like this?
How long had Shirou ignored this?
Was there anything else he had ignored?
"And that all doesn't even compare to what Sakura's had to go through."
And then Shirou quietly berated himself. He was not a fortunate person. Anything bad that could get worse for him would, more often than not, indeed get worse. "What about Sakura?"
Shirou didn't like how shaky his voice sounded.
Shinji gained a dead look in his eyes. "Right, you're a Magus and Sakura's closest friend. I can actually talk to you about this... What do you know about Crest Worms?"
Even when several years would've passed, Shirou would always have a special hatred for those... things, after learning what he learned in the next two minutes.
Omake: Ritsuka and Argonaut's Grail War Act 1, Scene 2
No one important noticed them as they travelled through the city, but it was late and Caster was being careful in dressing in civilian wear while riding his motorcycle from his Reality Marble.
Before too long, they pulled up at the Church. Ritsuka jumped down from the bike and Caster followed, dispelling the bike despite his Master's disappointment.
"Don't worry, you'll see it again." Caster assured. His IZH 2012 Hybrid perfect and had been used in his many forays as Argonaut whenever he had to travel or engage in vehicular pursuits. It was also a potent defense from enemy attacks and required very little Prana for Caster to maintain, just like most of the things he kept in {Unlimited Blade Works}.
Frankly, Ritsuka was safest whenever seated on the superbike and would definitely be seeing it more often than not.
"This place is creepy..." Ritsuka muttered as he stayed tight to Caster's side. The Servant blinked before looking over the church.
Despite being ten years in the past, it was apparently still creepy for no good reason.
"Don't worry, I'm right here." Caster reassured with a pat on Ritsuka's shoulder as they up the steps of the church. "I will annihilate anything that tries to harm you."
"Even from a creepy priest?"
Caster shuddered from the memory of the priests and nuns he had known in life. "Especially from the creepy priests. I'd rather just hold you tight and run away from the nuns."
Inside, there was an old man with grey hair who turned around as the door opened.
"I have been expecting… you…" He gazed around with a puzzled air as he regarded Caster. Then his gaze went down when the Servant pointed so. "…"
Grey eyes met blue and widened. "Uh…"
"Heroic Spirit Shirou Emiya, summoned into the class of Caster." The priest's eyes widened even further at that firm declaration, but Caster wasn't done yet. "This is my Master, Ritsuka Fujimaru."
"There has to be..." The priest muttered as he grabbed a book from a nearby bag and rapidly looked through it, causing both Caster and Ritsuka some confusion. "We really must have... Tell me we didn't… Oh, for God's sake, there has to be an age limit!"
"Ah. The Grail War doesn't have an age limit." Caster said sheepishly. "I've previously participated in one that had teenage Masters, a literal child Master and a... Well, considering her origin, Jackie definitely counted as a child Servant, too..."
"A child Servant...?" The priest looked at the book in his hands disconsolately for a moment before tossing it aside it like a freshly bought iPhone which decided to get a virus the moment you accessed the Internet. Then he crossed himself before forcing on a smile.
'A priest with understandable standards...' Caster raised an eyebrow in surprise. 'Much better than Kirei.'
"I am Kotomine Risei and the mediator for the Holy Grail War." Dammit, this was Caren's grandfather, therefore, Kirei's father and predecessor. "Have you come to me for sanctuary?"
Ritsuka shook his head. "I'm gonna fight with Caster. I... I have a wish I want granted."
Caster tipped his head in agreement. "And I'll protect him all the way by eliminating the other Servants..." He paused to glare to the side. "Starting with Assassin if they attack the moment we leave."
"I, ah… commend your fortitude. But please, think of your Master. This is not a suitable contest for him." Risei pleaded and Caster was now certain he had a sincerity that neither Kirei nor Caren had inherited. "What about his parents?"
Still...
"Mom and Dad are gone! The demon, he called himself U-Uryuu, he c-c-cut them up in front of me!" Tears were filling Ritsuka's eyes and the priest stared at him in horror. "He used their blood and mine to s-summon Caster but he saved me instead! Caster said that the Holy Grail can't resurrect people properly if you don't know how, but I can still use it to make sure that there's nobody else like him!"
"A world free of serial killers..." Caster clarified.
"That is, ah… a truly worthy wish but child, do you realize the danger?" Risei asked and Ritsuka set his face stubbornly. For a moment, Caster thought he could see the hero the child would someday become.
"As far as I know, nobody else is going to." Ritsuka replied. "Caster told me that the other Masters in the Grail War are likely to be selfish people who are even worse than U-Uryuu."
"...very well." Risei sighed heavily, looking like he had aged several years in one minute. "Ritsuka Fujimaru, as the mediator of this Holy Grail War, I hereby acknowledge you as the Master of Caster. With this, the Fourth Heaven's Feel has officially been endorsed. Fight with glory and battle to your heart's content."
Risei paused to give Ritsuka a solemn gaze. "And may God guide your souls... for your opponents most likely won't."
With a nod, Caster took Ritsuka's hand and led him back out onto his motorcycle as soon as he could.
All other Servants were less of a priority. The sooner he could safely deal with Assassin, the better.
Let's Go Ahead!
Stats
Alias: The Knight of the Lake, The Black Knight
True Name: Lancelot Alter
Alignment: Lawful Mad
Sex: Male
Strength: A
Endurance: A
Agility: A+
Mana: C
Luck: B
NP: A
Personal Skills
Protection of the Spirits (Rank A): A blessing from Elementals; the capacity to increase one's Luck in dangerous situations. Activation is limited to battlefields, where it is possible to perform feats of arms.
Eternal Arms Mastery (Rank A+): Mastership of combat arts has reached the point of being said to be unrivaled in one's era. By complete the merging of mind, body, and technique, it is possible to make use of full fighting skills even when under the influence of any sort of mental hindrance. Though he attacks ferociously like a beast, befitting his Alteration, all his attacks are accurate and precise enough to push even the strongest opponents back, and he can perform seemingly impossible maneuvers normally requiring complex thought purely on instinct, surprising onlookers due to his nature as a mad warrior.
Mystic Codes & Noble Phantasms
For Someone's Glory - Not For One's Own Glory (Rank B: Pro-Unit): This is a manifestation of Lancelot's tradition of winning fame and glory while disguising himself in a number of his endeavors, such as when he hid his name and disguised himself to enter a horse race for the sake of his friend's honor. Combined with his armor, which completely covers his body, this ability manifests as a black fog and conceals Lancelot Alter's identity and personal status, enveloping him in a black fog with properties similar to {Invisible Air} which constantly shifts his outline like an off-focus photograph that obscures the discerning features of the armor. Even if he should remove his helmet, it will be impossible to discern his face. The mist-like illusion also causes his image to double or triple randomly, making him appear to be a hallucination, and prevents the use of a Master's clairvoyance to read his status properly.
Knight of Owner - A Knight Does Not Die with Empty Hands (Rank A++): A Noble Phantasm that implements the attributes of "one's own Noble Phantasm" to anything he puts his hands on. No matter what armament, no matter what object or tool, no matter what kind of weapon becomes a pseudo-D Rank Noble Phantasm. He displays subtle and flawless technique, showing grandeur in using unfamiliar weapons in repeated offensive and defensive maneuvers. Even something like a 'chair', or a 'street lamp pole', or even a vehicle would become a tool of combat in Lancelot Alter's hands. Due to Angra Mainyu's Alteration, the 'possessed' armaments transform as they are tainted with his bloodthirstiness and hatred as dark lines invade the item and multiply like the veins on a leaf. The Blackened tools, covered in a spiderweb pattern of hellish veins, look alien and repulsive compared to their normal forms.
Arondight Arthur - The Languished Light of the Lake (Rank A~A++: Anti-Army): Lancelot Alter's true Noble Phantasm, a Divine Construct and counterpart of {Excalibur}. This is a holy sword wielded by Lancelot that is the counterpart of King Arthur Pendragon's {Excalibur}. It bears a similar design to that of {Excalibur}, carved with Fae Letters to show that it was a Divine Construct not forged by mortal hands. It is a limitless sword capable of receiving any attack without taking damage that shines much like the water of the Lake. Due to the Mad Enhancement of Angra Mainyu's Berserker Class Skill, the broadsword had been dyed pitch-black and has lost it's status as a holy sword. Despite this, it still retains the ability to fire off a thin but powerful slash of bluish black Prana which is reminiscent of the Lake it originated from.
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