Hello everyone, I'm KaleidoMirror.
It's been a few months since my last visit to the site, and I admit I left several projects unfinished. Between the flood of ideas, fluctuating motivation, and the documents I lost along the way, some stories remain intact, while others faded into oblivion. Despite all that, I've always wanted to craft a definitive compilation.
Today, I've finally decided to focus on this goal and write what I've longed to share. I hope you enjoy this new version of Echo of the Seasons, a piece that represents my effort to breathe life into something that had been abandoned for far too long due to a lack of time and attention.
I want to take this moment to reiterate that Kaguya-sama: Love Is War served as the initial inspiration for this story. However, while it will retain certain references to Oshi no Ko (OnK), their prominence will be less pronounced. As you progress through the chapters, you'll discover that, being a crossover, this story will expand in unexpected ways to include other franchises—you may even be able to guess some of them. Additionally, elements from Fate/Grand Order will play a significant role, without forgetting the foundation established by Fate/Stay Night. Just a reminder, all rights belong to their respective creators.
Are you ready? I hope you enjoy it!
New Chaldea
Grand Expansive Library
(Currently Tea Hour)
Mei swung her legs back and forth as she sat in her chair, her feet not quite reaching the ground. She glanced around the table and then at the room, feeling a little small amidst so many unfamiliar faces.
There were so many new faces—some looked kind, others a little intimidating. And though she wanted to ask a lot of questions, a weight in her chest made her hesitate. What if she said something silly? Would they laugh at her? Or worse, would they just ignore her as if she weren't even there?
But she couldn't just sit there with all those doubts—her dad didn't raise her like that!
Taking a deep breath to muster her courage, she finally spoke up:
"So, this place is… Chaldea?" Her gaze dropped to her teacup, her little hands trembling slightly. "I still don't understand why I'm here… but… who are all of you?"
The room fell silent for a moment. Mei felt everyone's eyes on her, making her shrink a little further into her seat.
"I heard Alice mention something about… Master responsibilities, but… words like 'Singularities' and 'Human Order'… she's never brought those up before…"
She barely looked up, her eyes meeting her ancestor, Murasaki Shikibu, who lowered her fan and gave her a gentle smile.
"It's quite a long story, my dear Mei, but I think the best place to start is at the beginning."
Murasaki's gaze then shifted to the others in the room, who also seemed attentive.
Mei nodded slowly, but as they began explaining things, her head filled with strange words.
Lostbelt? Saving the world? A Master named Ritsuka Fujimaru?
It was all so confusing that she felt her brain might explode. Pressing her small hands to her cheeks, she let out a tiny sigh.
"This is too much for me…" she thought, her brows furrowing.
What frustrated her most was the way her ancestor spoke—so calmly, as if everything she said was perfectly normal and not incredibly important!
And the others weren't helping either! Some chuckled softly whenever Mei tried to ask something, as if it were funny that she didn't understand. Gripping her teacup tighter, she pouted. That's not fair!
"I still don't understand anything," she muttered quietly, almost to herself.
Looking at all those noisy adults, she pursed her lips. Maybe, just maybe, it was time to use that look—the one her dad gave her mom when he didn't like something.
Yes, that look always worked...
Taking a deep breath, Mei puffed out her cheeks and, with all the determination she could gather, raised her voice.
"I'm mad now!" she declared firmly, glaring at all those strange adults and a few children who froze in place, as if they couldn't believe someone so small could scold them. "All of you have no manners!"
Alice, seated beside her, let out a faint:
"Mei-chan…"
But Mei ignored her. At this point, nothing was going to stop her.
"It's not polite to interrupt a lady!" she continued in her high-pitched voice, her twin pigtails bouncing as she gestured in annoyance. "I just wanted to tell you how much fun I had with Mom and Dad at home! But you wouldn't even let me do that!"
One of the men, holding a large lance and wearing tight blue clothing, tried to excuse himself, scratching his head nervously.
"Little lady… we understand we made a mistake, but…"
Mei cut him off, pointing an accusing finger at him.
"You're not really sorry… you laugh at me every time I try to ask something!" Her sharp gaze locked onto the man with the lance. "Why are you all so mean to me?"
Before the man could respond, a tall man with a long katana smacked him over the head.
"You were the one who upset her first, you mangy dog."
"You're wrong! It was that effeminate Rider who kept interrupting her!" protested the lancer, rubbing his head.
"Nya~ I'm sorry too…" said a woman with cat ears and a nervous smile.
"Damn cat! What's the point of apologizing now?" someone else groaned in exasperation.
"This sensei will teach you all proper manners… the Scandinavian way!" declared a tall, elegant woman, her tone stern as if preparing punishments.
"No, please, someone save me!" cried the lancer, hiding behind the Rider as chaos broke out once again.
Mei pressed her lips together and lowered her gaze, trying to hold back the tears threatening to spill. She puffed her cheeks tightly, feeling both angry and… very lonely.
Alice immediately pulled her into a gentle hug, stroking her hair tenderly.
"There, there… don't worry, Mei-chan," Alice said, her sweet smile always managing to calm her. "Things get noisy here sometimes… even Alice doesn't understand why it ended up like this today."
Mei blinked, feeling a little better. But just as she was about to say something, she overheard one of the adults murmuring:
"Isn't she adorable? Little Emiya has the same attitude as a certain Mesopotamian goddess!"
Mei frowned, puffing her cheeks even more. "That's not funny…" she muttered under her breath.
Still, a tiny giggle escaped her lips. Because even though she didn't understand much of what was going on, the way everyone argued and tried to apologize made her think that maybe, just maybe, being here wasn't so bad after all.
"Are you feeling better, my little flower?"
The sweet, concerned voice of my ancestor made me feel a little better. But I wasn't going to let her forget her mistake so easily, so I stuck out my tongue playfully.
"A little…" I replied, swinging my feet as I glanced at the rest of the Servants. I wasn't as upset anymore. Some of them even looked a bit embarrassed, like the Rider with the pink braid, who gave me a timid smile.
"I think it's safe to say no one will interrupt us again," my ancestor said with a calm smile, crossing her arms confidently. Even the stern lady with purple hair nodded in agreement, giving a frosty glare to the man with the red spear, who was still staring at the ground. "I'll make absolutely sure of it."
"That's fine…" I murmured, trying to sound elegant, just like Mom had taught me. I clasped my hands in front of me and timidly glanced around the room before clearing my throat to get their attention. "I think I'll begin now…"
But just as I was about to talk about Mom, Alice leaped out of her seat so quickly that her book floated to the center of the table.
"Don't forget, you can always count on Alice for moments like these, Mei-chan!" she shouted enthusiastically, grinning from ear to ear as she waved her hands toward the table, causing it to glow with a torrent of magic. "It's the perfect time to show why Alice is the best!"
I couldn't help but giggle a little; her confidence was so infectious it actually made me feel better.
At that moment, her book began to glow with golden and pink lights, and then—there it was—Alice's special magic! As expected, an image of Mom appeared in the center of the book.
It was like a drawing, but so beautiful and lifelike that I was momentarily left speechless. Mom was gazing at a stunning sunset, her hair flowing in the wind.
As I stared, I noticed my ancestor, the elegant Lady Shikibu, watching me with a faint smile. It was as if she knew something I didn't. But I chose not to dwell on it because I suddenly felt a tingling sensation in my chest. Was it excitement? Or maybe it was because I missed Mom so much…
"Is she your mother?" asked a girl with black hair and three pink dots on her forehead. She leaned forward, her eyes brimming with curiosity, as if she wanted to absorb every detail.
"Yes, she is!" I answered with a grin so wide it made my cheeks hurt. Then, I sighed happily, still gazing at Mom's image. "Although I don't think you'd enjoy meeting her when she's angry… She's always telling me I need to act like a proper ojou-sama," I added, imitating Mom's voice as I lifted my chin dramatically.
The fox-eared girl nearby watched me with amusement, but I noticed her gaze lingered on the image of Mom in the book. Her eight tails swayed, giving away her keen interest.
"Doesn't that sound a bit difficult?" she teased lightly.
I shrugged, thinking it over.
"I don't know… but I do know that Mom loves me very much. That's why she always takes care of me—even when I try to help someone in trouble or someone who needs a hand. She always says, 'Where did you get this habit of acting before thinking?'"
I brushed my hand over the image, and it shifted. Now it showed Mom and me together.
"Sometimes it feels like she's scolding me for the mischief I get into, but deep down, I know she's proud of me for doing the right thing," I said, stroking the image. "Although I don't quite get the whole 'cute as a porcelain doll' thing. She always teases Dad, saying it's '100% inherited from her.'"
Everyone chuckled a little, but I didn't mind. After all, it was true.
"So, you really love your mom, don't you?"
The question came from a girl with short white hair. Her hands were wrapped in bandages, and though her voice sounded a bit hollow, there was something in her eyes I couldn't quite understand.
"Very much!" I answered without hesitation, beaming proudly. "I want to be as sweet and kind as her someday."
After sharing a few more stories about Mom and my countless attempts to act like a proper ojou-sama like her, the book shifted again. This time, it showed Dad. He was carrying a bag of groceries while holding my hand.
"It's amazing to see Onii-sama looking so calm and happy, don't you think?" said a girl with long lilac hair adorned with tiny yellow flowers, her tone laced with a hint of arrogance. She was playing with a black cat that meowed at her comment.
"Your dad really has a smile that Archer Emiya rarely shows," remarked a blonde girl dressed in ornate Wei Dynasty attire, as though it were a matter of great importance.
"I'm not sure if Chichiue would be thrilled to hear about this…" murmured a girl in crimson armor, her tone tinged with worry.
I didn't understand why everyone seemed to talk about Dad as if he were someone extraordinary or unusual. To me, Dad would always just be Dad.
"You know, Dad knows how to make my favorite dessert," I said with a giggle, earning envious looks from everyone around. "So he always knows how to make me smile!"
For a moment, I couldn't help but think about all the times Mom and Dad had shown interest in my hobbies, turning them into fun activities for the three of us. Or the times Dad would tell me funny stories about Mom back when she was a student council secretary. Those were the best!
Perhaps that's why, once again, the image in the book changed. This time it showed the whole family at a picnic, laughing and enjoying themselves.
"With them by my side, I can do anything…" I thought, feeling a warm glow inside me, knowing my little family loved me deeply and would always care for me.
"So now I get it—just how powerful the Fujiwara lineage is at influencing women!"
The loud voice of a blonde girl with large red horns and lots of tattoos left me staring at her wide-eyed. Her laughter was so unusual that I couldn't help but chuckle a little too. Then I noticed my ancestor smiling, as if she were proud of something.
I didn't fully understand what they were talking about, but I took the chance to share a little about the new images appearing in the book. My aunts had shown up—Toyomi-Oneesama, who always takes me on trips around the world during holidays, and Moeha-Oneesama, who's the best at playing pranks on Mom and Dad that leave me laughing until my cheeks hurt.
"That's so cute!" said a voice that made me turn my head quickly.
"Not bad, Emiya-kun!" exclaimed someone else, leaving me even more confused.
"Don't you think he looks a little like the grumpy grandpa?" added another voice. This time, I giggled because the comparison seemed funny.
Everyone seemed to have different opinions about the new image in the book, and I didn't know what to say. My head was spinning, trying to figure out why they were talking like that, but when I looked at my ancestor, I saw her smiling deeply.
It was then that a blonde girl with a big hat and a staff stepped forward and finally spoke. However, what she showed in the book was what truly left me speechless: Akira, my newborn little brother, sleeping peacefully in his crib.
I stared at him. It felt strange to see his calm little face there. On one hand, I felt a bit odd… maybe because sometimes I feel jealous. Aunt Kaguya and Uncle Miyuki now spend more time with him and not as much with me.
"Do they still love me as much as before?"
That thought always crossed my mind, but I quickly shook it off. I couldn't think like that! I'm an onee-chan now, and that means I have to protect my little brother.
I took a deep breath and smiled, trying to feel stronger.
"It's all okay!" I thought, clenching my fists with determination. Akira is part of our family, and even though he's small now, I know we'll get along great someday.
"This is Takeshi-Ojiisama…" I said, pointing to the image in the book.
"So he was the turning point… wasn't he?" someone asked with a serious voice, though I didn't fully understand what they meant.
"Things followed their course… so no one's really to blame," added another voice, as if trying to calm the others.
"It's just… kind of sad, isn't it?"
I stared at the image of my grandfather, thinking about what they'd said—the meaning behind "the turning point." It made me feel a little strange. Were they saying Ojiisama was truly important? Seeing his current, happy figure so different from the stern one I'd seen when he met the younger version of Dad made me realize things were more complicated than I'd imagined.
While I was lost in thought, I didn't notice the girl with pointed ears and eight softly swaying pink tails had asked me a strange question: "What does it really mean to become a 'true Yamamoto'?"
"I'm not sure… but I know Ojiisama has always spoiled me in his own way," I said after thinking for a moment. I raised my hand to touch the image, and the book changed to show Mom again. Her gentle smile filled the page, just as it always did in real life.
"It's like Mom always says after we visit him," I added with a soft smile: "'You're my little flower, and just like your father, you're an Emiya, so don't worry about boring adult stuff.'"
When I finished speaking, the room fell silent. I didn't know why, but it felt like everyone was looking at me differently, as if they suddenly understood something I didn't.
"Did I say something special without realizing it?" I thought, tilting my head slightly.
But I decided not to worry too much. If there's one thing I've learned, it's that adults sometimes say weird things that don't always make sense to me—but in the end, everything works out somehow!
"So… when is the most special day for my little flower?" Lady Kaoruko asked, looking at me with those all-knowing eyes.
I paused for a moment, then my face lit up with a big smile. Of course, I knew which day it was! How could I ever forget?
"Of course! It was the day Alice met Mei-chan!"
The voice of my best friend rang out loud and cheerful, so sudden that it made me giggle a little. But the funniest part was everyone's reaction. Some looked surprised, others seemed a bit envious, and in the back, I caught someone smiling. How amusing!
"That's right," I nodded as the book in front of me shifted its image, showing the exact moment I first met my Servant. "It was like a dream… can you believe it? That was the first time I discovered that magic is real!"
The image showed a book, its cover so beautifully illustrated it looked like it belonged in a children's fairytale. It slowly opened, and out came toys, sweets, flowers, and hearts floating everywhere—so colorful you'd want to reach out and catch them.
It felt strange to see a younger version of myself asking Alice-chan:
"What's a Servant?"
She—whose real name was Nursery Rhyme—smiled at me, looking like a fairytale princess in her violet and black dress. In my memory, she explained something about a "secret side" of the world, something she called…
"Hidden by the moon?" I repeated aloud, remembering how I felt that day. It was strange, like my head was spinning, yet thrilling, as if something magical was awakening inside me. I stared at the odd pink marks on the back of my right hand.
Behind me, the others started whispering:
"That wasn't fair, and you all know it."
"Ara? But it was supposed to be a fair competition."
"Quiet! You'll miss the best part!"
Their comments made me chuckle softly. Sometimes, they were so amusing they felt like they belonged in one of the bedtime stories Dad used to tell me about heroes and monsters. Thinking about how I was now in a place like Chaldea… it was incredible! Although, to be honest, it was also a little scary.
I looked back at the book, but my mind began to wander.
"Should I tell Mom and Dad all about this when I get home?" I thought, biting my lip slightly. I didn't want to keep secrets from them, especially since Mom always says there shouldn't be any secrets in the family. But… how could I explain something this big? Maybe it was better to wait a little.
Then again, Dad always says keeping secrets is wrong. What if keeping this to myself makes me a bad girl?
I frowned, feeling a bit worried, but then I shook my head. "No, no, no! Mei isn't a bad girl. She's just waiting for the perfect moment."
And with that, I decided not to think about it anymore. For now, everything felt so magical, and I just wanted to enjoy it.
Suddenly, everything changed again.
Now the memory showed my room. There I was, surrounded by papers, brushes, and ink. It seemed I had been writing talismans and charms. I usually get really focused when doing that, but Alice's voice broke my concentration.
"Mei-chan… Alice is bored of you doing this Onmyōdō stuff!" she said, puffing out her cheeks and swishing her dress in mock frustration. "It's already past noon, and we still haven't had our first tea party!"
"I know, I know…" I mumbled, lowering my head a little. I felt a bit guilty but couldn't stop just yet. I was so close to finishing! Then I noticed a smudge of ink on my cheek and laughed softly as I checked my work. "It's just that… I still feel so excited to practice magic, but I can't stop wondering why Dad would keep all of this a secret."
"Alice doesn't know…" she replied, looking away as if nervous. Then she smiled, trying to appear nonchalant. "But maybe you should ask him when he comes back from his next trip… don't you think?"
Before I could say anything else, a voice interrupted my thoughts.
"Don't blame Alice for this, my little flower," said my ancestor, elegantly brushing a strand of hair aside with her fan. Her tone was calm, but her eyes held a hint of regret. "She was under oath from the very beginning. If you must blame someone, blame me."
"But…" I murmured, turning to look at Alice beside me. She had lowered her gaze, and I suddenly remembered how I felt back then. I'd suspected something strange was going on, but I was so tired from practicing magic all day that I didn't dwell on it.
I sighed and clenched my little fists. The words came out on their own.
"This is so frustrating… Learning all this by myself felt so… strange at first, you know?" I looked at my ancestor with eyes full of doubt. "How could Dad hide something so important from me? Does Mom know about magic too?"
She sighed, briefly hiding behind her fan before answering.
"I'm not the right person to explain it," she said in a soft, slightly sad voice. "But Emiya-san… I mean, the true version of your father, will tell you his own story when the time comes. You just have to wait, my little flower."
I didn't say anything. I just nodded, though my heart was full of questions. I looked back at the memory floating in front of me, but this time my expression was uncertain.
Meanwhile, I could feel the gazes of the Servants around me. Some smiled curiously, as if I were something strange yet fascinating. At first, that made me feel a little odd. But deep down, it also made me feel special.
I was just a child trying to make sense of everything happening around me. And though so many things felt far too big for me, I didn't want to give up.
"I think it has been quite an experience for everyone here to learn a little more about you, my little flower. I hope the answers given were clear enough," Lady Kaoruko said, looking around with a smile as if she knew something the others didn't. "Or... is there anything else you'd like to know?"
I paused mid-bite of my chocolate cake, glancing at everyone around me. There were so many faces, and so many unfamiliar words that I didn't fully understand, making my head feel heavy.
"Uh... no. I think that's all for now," I said, trying to nod, though inside I was filled with doubt.
"Don't make that face. I know everything might seem confusing right now, but we will go into more detail when the time comes. For now, I want you to focus on something special."
With an elegant gesture, a scroll appeared before me.
"In honor of your name... My sweet Chiika was absolutely right! I can see you have great potential. It's exciting to imagine how far you'll go in the future!"
"No! I mean... I... I don't know if I can..." I stammered, feeling my cheeks heat up. I wasn't sure why it embarrassed me so much.
"I know..." My ancestor looked at me with tenderness, but there was something else in her eyes—something I didn't understand. "Learning the art of Onmyōdō isn't easy, especially when you've tried to do it on your own. But you still have plenty of time to improve, my little flower."
"But Mei-chan has been amazing so far! Alice has seen it!" Alice interjected enthusiastically, her voice filled with pride as she crossed her arms. "She practices every day, even when she's tired."
I couldn't help but smile. Alice always said things like that, and while it sometimes embarrassed me a little, it also made me feel special.
"Please, no need to get upset," my ancestor said, raising a hand calmly. The scroll floated slowly toward me. I took it gently, as if it might break or vanish if I touched it too forcefully.
"But... why do you trust that I'll be able to do this?" I didn't know why I asked, but something inside me needed to know.
"I trust you because I know what you're capable of," she replied with a wink. "And honestly, things are much more fun when they get... interesting."
"Don't forget, Alice will always be with you, Mei-chan!"
I sighed, giving in to her enthusiasm. Alice always knew how to make me feel a little less scared.
"I promise that as soon as I can, I'll teach you some of my secrets," my ancestor said, then turned to the others, who shifted nervously in their seats. "Now, I must attend an important meeting with someone who insists on meeting you. Although..." She paused, smiling mischievously. "I don't think this is the best time."
I watched her rise, feeling a strange mix of curiosity and nervousness swirl in my stomach.
"So that's your plan, Murasaki-san?" Suddenly, a strong, unfamiliar voice filled the room.
I jumped slightly when I saw someone enter through the door. It was a young girl, with such serious eyes that it almost felt intimidating. Immediately, everyone stopped talking, as if the sound had been turned off in the room.
"It's a bit unfair that no one warned me about this special visit," she said, looking at everyone with a firm voice. Then she turned her gaze to me, and I felt an immense weight settle on my shoulders.
Quickly, I looked down, squeezing my hands together.
"I've been waiting to meet you, Mei Yamamoto-san. Or perhaps, would you prefer if I call you... Mei Emiya?" She smiled, but not in the same way Mom does. This smile was more like the one Dad gives when he knows I've been naughty or when I've gotten into trouble.
"Oh, how rude of me," she added, waving her hand as though she were a fairy tale princess. "I am the temporary successor to the Director of Chaldea. And although it sounds strange, I'm the Class Caster Servant, Leonardo Da Vinci."
"Leonardo Da Vinci?" My eyes widened. That name sounded familiar... I think I heard it in class or maybe in one of Dad's books. Wasn't he the one who painted the Mona Lisa? But... wasn't he an old man?
"Da... Vinci?" I murmured, still trying to piece everything together in my head.
"Yes, that's me," the girl said, grinning from ear to ear as she approached. "Oh... but you're just adorable! You're even cuter than what I saw in the LAPLACE system."
"LAPLACE system? What is that?" I felt my head start to spin with so many new, strange terms. But before I could ask anything, she was speaking again.
"I know what you're thinking," she said, as if reading my mind, then winked at me. "This is the perfect form of beauty I imagined. For a genius like me, age and gender don't matter!"
I didn't understand anything she meant, but I continued staring. Was this really the Da Vinci?
"Ara... ara~, don't mind her too much, my little flower," my ancestor said, rising with that same elegance, hiding a smile behind her fan. "Ever since Chaldea learned of your existence, thanks to the SHEBA system, there's been nothing but commotion."
"I'd say it's pure curiosity! And a little bit of envy!" said a girl with white hair, giggling and looking at the others. She was holding something in her hands... Was that a staff? No, it was a massive dark lance!
"It's not true! It was a fair competition!" Alice protested, puffing out her cheeks, waving her lollipop like a magic wand. I couldn't help but cover my mouth to keep from laughing.
"Yes, yes, of course," said a blonde girl in elegant blue clothes, raising her eyebrows. "Even Abby-chan was sighing over you all week."
"That's not true!" The blonde, Abigail, crossed her arms, twirling her pigtails. Then she gave me a small smile. "Don't believe her, Mei-sama. Both Jeanne-chan and Reines-chan make things up to tease me."
"They do a little," said a girl with bandages on her hands in a very serious tone. She seemed calmer, but just as small. "Though Abby lies to me sometimes."
"Jack! Which side are you on?" Abigail puffed out her cheeks, making me chuckle softly again.
There were so many voices, everyone talking at once. Someone mentioned if I could cook as well as Archer Emiya, and another yelled something about a "Paul-kun," not being so rude. It was all chaos, but I didn't mind. It was exciting, like being in the middle of a grand adventure story.
"Enough!" My ancestor raised her voice, though she still wore that calm smile. "Don't scare my little flower. Everyone has come to welcome her... even Artoria Caster, who, although she may seem indifferent, was the most eager to meet you!"
I looked toward a corner, where a blonde, elegant woman was calm as ever, as if nothing bothered her. I wondered if that was true... though it was fun to think about.
"This is a disaster," murmured Da Vinci, bringing a hand to her forehead with a sigh. "You're just making our guest more nervous."
Everyone looked at each other, and suddenly they all started apologizing at once. Some bowed, others whispered strange things. I couldn't hold it in anymore and let out a giggle. That giggle turned into a laugh that filled the room.
They all started laughing too, and for a moment, everything felt warm, like when Mom hugs me at the end of the day.
I saw my ancestor looking at me with a soft smile. She didn't say anything, but her eyes were warm, as if she was saying something kind without words.
But from the doorway, Lady Murasaki Shikibu remained with a gentle smile on her lips and a warm look in her eyes. She couldn't help but whisper to herself, almost as if she didn't want anyone else to hear: "I hope this smile lasts a long time... because sometimes life can be a little tougher than we imagine."
Mei didn't hear those words, but at that moment, she felt a little more comfortable. Maybe, after all, this place wouldn't be as strange as she thought.
Chapter 1 ends: "The Beginning of the Journey."
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