Sorry, I often get a lot of work, because of which I don't get the time to complete the next chapter of my story and publish it. I have gotten a breather right now. This was another story I was writing along with the Type Human? I am also working on other chapters of Type Human? I believe I will keep on working on these two and gradually expand over them. I do have to polish my writing, there are a few original stories that I have which I wish to write someday. Also I have added a few movie references, I do that. If you can catch them, awesome.

He was falling.

He had been falling for what felt like an eternity, but in truth, he no longer cared. The cold rush of air, the endless descent, it all seemed irrelevant now. He knew he wouldn't survive the night. All that mattered to him was that his sister would live a happy life. He had managed to delay Angelica just long enough for his sister to escape. When his Reality Marble finally shattered, he was ready to die, expecting his final sight to be the snow-capped expanse of Fuyuki, the city of endless winter. Instead, he was greeted by a swirling kaleidoscope of colors, each hue blending into the next in an otherworldly display.

But even if he saw the depths of Hell, he wouldn't have minded. After all, in the end, he had turned his back on his ideals to become the greatest villain, stealing humanity's salvation for his own selfish desires. Deep down, he knew his actions weren't selfless—he saved his sister for his own happiness. By not being with her anymore, he was hurting her; she would be sad, scornful towards the world. Yet, as her older brother, it was his duty to save her.

Lost in these musings, he was startled by a voice that seemed to resonate from the very fabric of the space around him.

"Child," it was a feminine voice, motherly, yet it sent shivers down his spine. It was soothing, yet it carried an underlying power that was undeniable. Despite knowing that the source of this voice could end his existence on a whim, he felt oddly indifferent. The quirks from the Archer cards had altered him in more ways than one, making him resilient in the face of overwhelming odds.

Raising an eyebrow, he responded, his voice steady despite the strangeness of his situation.

"Yes?"

"Do you wish to meet your sister?" The question instantly captured his full attention. This voice knew exactly which strings to pull, and he was beginning to piece together the identity of its source. His heart quickened, a spark of hope igniting in the darkness of his descent.

"Hmm, I would like that very much, but first, I would like to see the contract terms." He didn't care about eternal damnation. He had already condemned his world. What were a few billion more souls compared to an eternity of happiness, even if it only lasted a single lifetime?

A laugh echoed around him, a mirthful yet sinister sound that seemed to vibrate through his very being.

"My apologies, but it seems you are confusing me with my sister." Ah, so it wasn't Aliya. Another name popped into his mind, someone far more terrifying than Aliya.

"Gaia," he stated, his tone factual. The weight of the name hung in the air between them.

"Hmm." The voice acknowledged, a sound that felt like the earth itself rumbling in approval.

"And how may I be of help to Mother?" There was a slight edge to his tone, a hint of caution. One doesn't simply make a contract with Gaia. Yet, he had to be respectful. After all, it was her body they lived on, it was she who provided bountiful food. In some twisted way, she did care for her children, even though she sent her Murder Beasts to thin their numbers.

"You see, Emiya, I am not the Gaia of the world you resided in." 'Ahh, what the heck,' he thought. He had just won a Holy Grail war in a single night, assimilated the memories of his Counter Guardian self, and acquired battle experience spanning eternity. Now, he was falling through a possible Second Magic portal and interacting with an alternate Mother Earth. Talk about escalation.

"And why would Mother need me?" he asked, cutting to the heart of the matter. His curiosity was piqued, his mind racing with possibilities.

"You see, child, out of all my alternate selves, I believe I was among the most benevolent and the ones with the most control. I never let my children tamper with the magical energy I produced. I was proud and envisioned a future where my children would reach the stars. But that dream crumbled when two parasites made my body their home. My children, who never had to learn how to manipulate magical energy, were ill-equipped to even detect the parasites, let alone fight back."

Her voice gradually shifted, gaining a disdainful edge until it seethed with rage, the raw emotion echoing through the void around him.

"Child, I want you to be my beast. Hunt down these parasites and crush them in the most painful manner."

He shivered at her words, a chill running down his spine. He needed to ask about his sister, but Gaia's wrathful tone shook his confidence. Still, he mustered all his strength to speak, and he asked—definitely not squeaked—out loud.

"And about my sister?" His voice was barely a whisper, a fragile thread in the vast emptiness.

"Ah, yes. Your sister is already on her way to my world. Of course, you can live with her." It seemed he never had a choice from the start.

"I accept," he declared, his voice firm despite the tremor of fear that lingered in his heart.

"Very well." And then, nothing. Nothing happened.

"Umm, Mother?" he asked, expecting something, anything.

"Oh, you were expecting some kind of contract taking control of your soul?" He nodded, the movement almost imperceptible in the swirling void.

"Ah, don't worry. Remember how I said I am benevolent? I will not take anything from you, nor will I give you anything. All I can assure you is that I will not push against you when you use your mysteries." That made him grin. He knew the full capability of Archer. The only limitation was fighting against Gaia to maintain his mysteries, but if those limitations were lifted, it was more than enough.

Silence followed, a heavy, contemplative silence that seemed to stretch on forever.

An hour later, Emiya Shirou finally fell—or shattered—out of a glassy portal in front of a cave. The ground was solid beneath him, a stark contrast to the endless fall. He lay there for a moment, staring up at the sky, his mind reeling from the journey he had just undertaken.

"Onii-chan!" The voice was clear, desperate, cutting through the silence like a bell. He turned his head, and there she was, his sister, running towards him with her tear-stained face. He smiled, feeling his own tears well up, blurring his vision. It was a sight he never thought he'd see again.

"Miyu," he said, his voice filled with affection and relief. The next moment, he felt a sudden thump as Miyu rammed into him, her arms wrapping around him in a fierce hug. The impact nearly knocked the air out of him, but he steadied himself, his heart swelling with joy.

He could feel her trembling against him, her sobs muffled against his chest. In return, he gently rubbed his hand over her hair, feeling the soft strands beneath his fingers. It was a familiar, comforting gesture, something he had done countless times before. His genuine smile was a reflection of the profound love and relief he felt.

For a moment, the world around them faded away. It was just the two of them, reunited against all odds. He held her tighter, as if afraid that she might disappear if he let go. The warmth of her embrace was a balm to his soul, a reminder of why he had fought so hard.

"Miyu," he whispered again, his voice barely audible, "I'm here. I'm with you now."

She pulled back slightly, looking up at him with red-rimmed eyes, a mixture of disbelief and joy on her face. "I thought... I thought I lost you," she managed to say between sobs.

He cupped her face in his hands, wiping away her tears with his thumbs. "You'll never lose me," he promised, his voice steady and resolute. "Not now, not ever."