Fate/Hijacked

Chapter 2

Rin Tohsaka paced the shed in frustration, her eyes narrowed in irritation as she glared at Shirou. "You don't understand how serious this is! The Holy Grail War is a battle to the death, and Servants are powerful, legendary figures summoned to fight on behalf of their Masters. This isn't some game!"

Shirou, still slightly overwhelmed by the fact that he had just survived an encounter with a spear-wielding maniac and now had a mysterious, flirtatious Servant, blinked in confusion. "I-I know, but I didn't even mean to summon her..."

Before Rin could continue her tirade, Lady Avalon gracefully stepped between them, her long silver hair flowing like liquid silk as she smiled sweetly at the younger mage. "Oh, Rin, darling," she purred, her voice honeyed and warm. "I'm sure you mean well, but I believe it's my duty to educate my dear Master. After all, we are bound by a much closer... connection." She gave a wink, the mischief in her eyes gleaming.

Rin's mouth fell open, her cheeks flushing in irritation. "Educate him? You? Are you even qualified to—"

"Oh, I assure you," Lady Avalon cut her off smoothly, her smile deepening, "I'm more than qualified. After all, I've been around for quite some time." Her voice took on a sultry tone as she glanced at Shirou, her hand resting lightly on his shoulder. "Besides, there are things I can teach him that I'm sure you'd rather not discuss, my dear."

Shirou gulped, his face turning beet red as he tried to ignore the implications in Lady Avalon's words.

Rin, on the other hand, looked like she was about to explode. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, but with a deep breath, she huffed in annoyance. "Fine! Whatever. I don't care what you teach him, but at least make sure he registers at the church. You can't just participate in the Holy Grail War without being officially recognized."

Lady Avalon gave her a bright, almost innocent smile. "Oh, of course. We'll head to the church right away, darling Shirou and I. Don't you worry."

Rin shot her a suspicious glare, but with a grumble, she turned on her heel, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Just don't forget. I'll meet you both at Kotomine's church." She stalked off, Archer trailing behind her, his eyes briefly meeting Lady Avalon's with a knowing, but unreadable, look. Something about her still nagged at him—an almost forgotten memory, an eerie sense of familiarity he couldn't place. But, as always, he kept his thoughts to himself.

The imposing structure of Kotomine's church loomed over them, its Gothic architecture casting deep shadows across the courtyard. Shirou felt uneasy as they approached, an inexplicable sense of dread creeping over him. Lady Avalon, however, seemed completely at ease, strolling along with a carefree elegance, her hand never leaving his as she hummed a soft tune under her breath.

Inside, the atmosphere was no less tense. Kirei Kotomine, the overseer of the Holy Grail War, stood at the front of the church, his dark robes almost blending into the dim lighting. He greeted them with a cold, empty smile that sent a shiver down Shirou's spine.

"You're late," Kirei said, his voice as emotionless as ever.

Lady Avalon, ever the diplomat, flashed him a radiant smile. "Oh, my apologies. My Master and I had some... catching up to do." She leaned playfully against Shirou, causing him to blush furiously again.

Kirei's expression didn't change, though his eyes lingered on Lady Avalon for a moment. "Registering your participation in the war is a formality," he said, addressing Shirou now. "However, you will need all the assistance you can get, considering your lack of experience."

Before Shirou could respond, Lady Avalon stepped in front of him, her voice dripping with playful confidence. "Oh, he'll be just fine. After all, with me by his side, how could he possibly lose?" She winked, and for a moment, even Kirei's usually cold demeanour seemed to falter in the face of her boundless confidence and charm.

"Let us hope," Kirei said after a long pause, "that your confidence is not misplaced."

Shirou, feeling increasingly out of place, quickly nodded and thanked Kirei for the registration. The man seemed to have had an odd reaction upon hearing his surname, Emiya, and learning that he was Kiritsugu's adopted son. As they left the church and stepped into the night air, a sudden voice broke through the tension.

"I've found you, Shirou Emiya. Onii-chan."

Shirou froze, his eyes widening as he turned toward the source of the voice. There, standing atop a small hill, was a small, pale girl with silver hair and an aura of quiet, deadly confidence. It was Illyasviel von Einzbern, and beside her, the hulking figure of Berserker loomed like a living mountain, his immense presence alone enough to make the ground tremble.

Illya smiled sweetly, though the malice behind her eyes was clear. "Berserker, kill them."

With a roar that shattered the stillness of the night, Berserker charged toward them, his massive axe-sword raised high, ready to obliterate anything in his path.

Before Shirou could even think to react, Lady Avalon gripped his hand tighter and giggled. "Oops! Looks like we've overstayed our welcome. Time for a little retreat!"

In an instant, the world around them shifted. A swirl of ethereal flower petals danced in the air, their scent filling the night as Lady Avalon activated her magic. Within moments, Shirou felt his feet lift from the ground as they were both enveloped in a radiant, magical vortex, whisking them away from the battlefield.

"Wait!" Rin's voice echoed from behind as the magic took effect. "Where are you—?!"

But it was too late. Lady Avalon had already pulled Shirou back home, leaving Rin and Archer alone to face Berserker. Before they disappeared, Lady Avalon had extended her hand toward Archer, a mischievous smile on her lips. "Here, a little gift for you~! Succubus Ridge EX!"

A faint pink light surrounded Archer, his muscles tensing slightly as the magical buff took hold. He raised an eyebrow but nodded in silent acknowledgment. "This better be worth it."

Rin, who had been standing in disbelief, groaned loudly. "You've got to be kidding me! Now we're stuck with this monster?!"

"Let's just focus on surviving," Archer said coolly, preparing for the inevitable clash.

As the swirl of flower petals settled, Shirou found himself standing back in his kitchen, Lady Avalon beside him, her hand still clasped around his. He exhaled a long breath, his heart racing from the sudden transportation. "That was..."

"Exciting?" Lady Avalon teased, stepping closer, her lips curving into a playful smile. "Don't worry, darling, we'll have plenty more thrilling adventures together. But for now, there's something a bit more... pressing."

Shirou blinked, confused. "What do you mean?"

Lady Avalon placed a finger against his lips, silencing him. "You see, I used quite a bit of mana just now. That little stunt took more out of me than I expected. And since I'm a half-phantasmal, half-succubus... well, I have a rather unique way of replenishing my mana." A dangerous, seductive glint appeared in her eyes as she leaned in closer, her breath hot against his skin. "It involves a physical mana transfer... one that requires a, shall we say, exchange of fluids."

Shirou's face turned a brilliant shade of red as he backed up against the counter. "W-What?! You mean... you want me to...?"

Lady Avalon giggled, the sound both sultry and teasing. "Oh, don't be so shy. It's a natural part of the relationship between a Servant and her Master." She traced a finger lightly across his chest. "Besides, wouldn't you like to feel a deeper connection with me, dear Shirou?"

Shirou swallowed hard, his mind scrambling for any kind of response. But before he could say anything, Lady Avalon closed the distance between them, her eyes locking onto his with playful, alluring intent. "I'll make it worth your while..."

Needless to say, he was completely unable to resist.

Omake

Throne of Heroes: Artoria's Wrath, Part 2

Meanwhile, in the Throne of Heroes, Artoria Pendragon was once again in the midst of an absolute meltdown. Her normally stoic, composed demeanour had completely unravelled as she raged and stormed around the ethereal throne room.

"Mana transfer? A physical mana transfer?!" she shrieked, her voice echoing through the halls. "That—that manipulative witch is using her succubus heritage as an excuse to seduce my Master! I should have been the one to fight alongside Shirou! Not that conniving, smug, half-baked female Merlin!"

Her eyes burned with jealousy as she imagined Lady Avalon's shameless flirting with Shirou. "And fluids! Why does it have to be exchanging fluids?! That's just... it's indecent! It's outrageous! How does she get away with this?!"

Artoria let out a furious roar, her fists clenched tightly as she cursed the existence of Lady Avalon. "I swear, Merlin, this isn't over! I will not let that succubus steal my Master! He's my sheath!"

Somewhere far away, the original Merlin smirked to himself, once again revelling in the chaos caused by his female counterpart. "Oh, this is going even better than I could have imagined..."