Greetings, dear readers! It's KaleidoMirror here once again.
This new chapter has posed a considerable challenge; it's the seventh revision, and I can confidently say that the result surpasses my expectations. Personally, this work superficially encapsulates everything I have wished to convey before. If you've been anticipating an update to the previous chapters, there is a possibility that it might happen, depending on how things unfold in the future. For me, on this 30th of December, my birthday, I decided to invest the early hours of the morning dedicating myself entirely to the writing of this project. I must confess that every moment was worthwhile, and although I'm not sure how it will be perceived, I only have one story pending for Alex-Keller's writing contest, so look forward to that.
I trust you will enjoy this proposal, which I wrote with sincerity and a deep appreciation for the works and franchises of Kaguya-sama: Love is War and Fate/Stay Night.
Now, let me immerse you in the world I've woven with carefully selected words, blending the essence of two universes I hold in such high regard—well, three, you'll understand in the end. Without further ado, I invite you to delve into the prologue of 'Echo of the Seasons.'
Are you ready? Let the adventure begin!"
The wind brushed gently over the snow-covered garden, and the twilight bathed everything in warm hues.
A silver-haired woman stood still, adjusting her scarf while gazing absently at the horizon.
"I didn't think you enjoyed the cold enough to come out here. Do you have a fascination with snow?" Shirou's voice broke through her thoughts. He approached from the nearby trees, hands in his pockets, his silver hair tousled by the wind.
Chika smiled mischievously but avoided his gaze.
"It's just... the sunset looks prettier with snow, don't you think? It feels magical."
Shirou sighed, crossing his arms.
"Magical? What worries me is you catching a cold. What kind of irresponsible mother would risk herself like this in this weather?"
He stepped closer, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he adopted a deliberately stern tone.
"How cruel!" she pouted. "To think Mei will have to endure such an insensitive father," she said, playfully tapping his chest, feigning indignation.
Shirou couldn't hold back a soft laugh. He shrugged off his coat and draped it over his wife's shoulders, catching her by surprise. With a tender gesture, he brushed the snowflakes from her hair.
"I can never stay mad at you... even if you are a hopeless case."
She nestled into his embrace, resting her head on his shoulder with a smile.
"Then, as a reward, I think Mei and I deserve some hot tea... and maybe a few strawberry desserts."
Shirou smiled as he guided her toward the house. "Whatever my Queen of Hearts desires. After all, we'll soon have our little princess to spoil, too."
The icy air was left behind as they walked toward the warmth of their home, their laughter blending with the crunch of snow underfoot.
The spring breeze drifted through the open window, carrying a fresh, invigorating scent that filled the room. The soft murmur of the wind seemed to cradle little Mei, who was fast asleep on her mother's chest.
Chika looked down at her daughter, her one-year-old princess who had become the absolute center of their lives. She gently brushed through Mei's silver locks, which gleamed like strands of moonlight in the sunlight. It was impossible not to smile as she watched her.
"She's as perfect as a fairy tale princess," Chika murmured with affection.
Though she adored her daughter, Chika knew full well that Mei had Shirou wrapped around her tiny finger from day one. It wasn't uncommon to find her stoic husband babbling nonsense or pulling silly faces just to make Mei laugh.
The memory drew a soft, nearly inaudible chuckle from her. Shirou, the man who had once been all determination and seriousness, was now a devoted father.
Through the window, she could see him in the garden, crouched over a rose bush that seemed to demand his full attention. There was something almost poetic in the way he cared for the flowers, as if each petal carried the same weight as the moments they shared as a family.
"Where's the Casanova from Shuchiin now?" she mused with a smile. "Doesn't it seem unfair, Mei, that your father still worries your mother as much as he did back in those days?"
Mei stirred slightly, letting out a sleepy murmur, prompting Chika to adjust her position gently.
"Don't worry, my little one. Your papa is just outside, tending to the roses... probably also plotting how to spoil you even more when he comes back."
Her thoughts wandered to the simple yet cherished days they'd shared recently—little moments that made life feel complete. Mei was beginning to show her personality: curious, energetic, yet with a tenderness that could melt the hardest of hearts.
From the garden, Shirou glanced up and saw her through the window. Even at a distance, she could see the faint smile that curved his lips. She raised her hand in a small wave, which he returned with a nod before turning back to his work.
"Sometimes, it feels like I'm dreaming," she said softly.
The sun's rays gently warmed the room, filling it with a golden light that made everything feel almost unreal in its perfection. Slowly, Chika let her eyes close, surrendering to sleep as Mei continued to rest peacefully.
In the garden, Shirou watched as the scene inside the window grew quieter, and he let out a contented sigh.
"I never thought peace could look like this."
Though he knew they'd later need to visit the Fujiwaras for Lunar New Year preparations, for now, this small moment of tranquility was enough to make the world feel perfect.
The soft whisper of the wind accompanied the serene atmosphere of the master bedroom. Shirou opened the door carefully, letting the twilight light pour into the scene before him.
Chika rested on the large bed, with Mei curled up on her chest. The little one had her tiny finger in her mouth, dreaming peacefully while her mother held her in a protective embrace. Shirou couldn't help but smile at the sight of them.
"There they are, my two princesses... always stealing my heart," he murmured softly but tenderly.
After finishing his work in the garden and taking a quick shower, Shirou felt refreshed, though he still had tasks waiting for him. He approached the bed quietly and leaned in to observe Mei more closely.
"What could you be dreaming about, little one?" he whispered, brushing a lock of hair from his daughter's face. "Flowers, perhaps? Or maybe how to keep winning your papa over..."
Mei stirred slightly, her tiny arms moving in a gesture almost synchronized with Shirou's voice. He chuckled softly, charmed by her reaction.
"Yes, you definitely know how to grab attention, don't you?"
With precise movements, Shirou retrieved a light blanket from a nearby drawer. Returning to the bed, he gently draped it over Chika and Mei. Both instinctively snuggled closer under its soft weight.
"Now you're perfect."
He sat at the edge of the bed, letting his gaze linger on Chika's face. His wife, always so full of energy and enthusiasm, had been exhausted lately. The constant meetings with her father, the imposing patriarch Fujiwara, and endless business plans tied to the upcoming presidential elections had taken their toll.
Shirou sighed. While he dealt with his own work stresses, he knew now wasn't the time to falter. Mei and Chika relied on him, and these small moments of peace reminded him why all his effort was worthwhile.
"I promise I'll always be here for you."
Deciding not to wake them, he stood and grabbed his laptop from a nearby table. He settled into a chair by the window, keeping an eye on them while he finished some reports.
Every so often, he glanced up to ensure everything remained peaceful. The warm sunset light bathed the room, wrapping Chika and Mei in an almost heavenly glow.
"It's not easy, but..." He paused his typing for a moment. "Moments like this make it all worth it."
With that, he returned to his work, knowing that, at the end of the day, nothing mattered more than protecting his family's happiness.
Summer was a magical season at the Emiya-Fujiwara mansion. The vast, meticulously tended garden was in full bloom, filled with vibrant colors and sweet aromas that seemed to dance with the warm breeze. For Mei, this green paradise was her favorite corner. At just four years old, the world still had an air of constant discovery, and every afternoon spent in the garden felt like a new adventure.
Her curious twin pigtails, adorned with monochromatic ribbons, swayed gently as she walked along the flower-lined paths. Although the garden was a place to play, what Mei loved most was the time spent with her mother in the afternoons, sitting in front of the grand piano in the main hall.
Unfortunately, this time, she could only enjoy it through the large windows of her room.
For now, she sat in front of her mother, who was always patient and loving, introducing her to the world of music—not just as a skill, but as a way to express emotions. The little girl had shown a natural talent, inheriting both the technical precision and the passion of her mother.
Perhaps that was why, despite the soft notes of "Last Stardust" filling the room, Mei found herself admiring the delicate chords, a piece her mother had composed during her time at the prestigious Shuchi'in Academy. As expected, it was a bit difficult for her to keep up, her small hands faltering on some of the notes.
"Mom…" she gazed at the keyboard with concentration, "Do you think Mei will play well next time?"
Her voice was a soft whisper, filled with a mixture of weariness and determination.
Chika paused, noticing the tired yet determined expression on her daughter's face, allowing the last notes to fade into the air before offering a reassuring smile.
"You're doing very well, Mei-chan. Don't put too much pressure on yourself; remember, music is a sweet and gentle journey, not a race."
Mei furrowed her brow slightly, still unsatisfied.
"But... Mei wants to surprise Daddy..."
Her daughter's words drew a soft laugh from Chika. She knew that Shirou was the undisputed hero in Mei's life, and every achievement seemed to revolve around impressing him.
"He's already so proud of you, my princess," she gently patted her daughter's hair, "But I understand, you want it to be special."
Mei nodded slowly, though insecurity still lingered on her face.
"I don't want Daddy to think I'm clumsy..."
"My love, he would never think that. You're his princess, and every time you play, his face lights up. But..." she paused dramatically, capturing Mei's attention, "...to make everything perfect, we first need to learn to keep the rhythm. Sometimes you get a little nervous in the middle of the piece."
Mei nodded again, a renewed spark of determination in her eyes.
At that moment, two maids entered the room, bringing a tray with glasses of fresh lemonade and delicate strawberry pastries.
"Thank you, Aída."
Mei tried to imitate her mother with a solemn gesture. "Thank you, Miss Aída."
The young maid bowed lightly, responding warmly.
"It's my pleasure, Lady Chika. And it's always a delight to hear young Mei-sama play. Her music makes our work much more enjoyable."
Mei lowered her gaze, slightly embarrassed by the praise, her small hands fiddling with the fabric of her dress. Chika noticed and couldn't help but smile. It was curious how her daughter shared this trait with Shirou: both were shy when it came to sincere compliments.
After a brief farewell, Aída and the other maid left, allowing mother and daughter to enjoy a more intimate moment.
"How about we take a break and then practice again?" Chika offered, handing her a little more lemonade with a smile, "I'm sure next time it will sound even better."
Mei hurriedly took a sip of her drink before nodding enthusiastically.
"Yes, Mommy! Mei wants to do it perfectly for Daddy."
Chika leaned back on the piano bench, savoring the sweet moment.
"Your name is so perfect, my little flower," she murmured to herself, feeling the warmth of the summer.
In the spacious room, the sound of Mei's laughter and the piano notes created a harmony that seemed to envelop them in a magical world, where the ethereal silhouette of a purple lady swirled between each change in the melody.
The afternoon sun filtered through the windows, casting a warm and peaceful glow over the music room. Mei, with her legs swinging from the chair, savored her favorite dessert: a strawberry cream tart. However, her eyes never left the sheet music on the piano, studying it with an unusually serious concentration for her young age.
Chika watched her daughter from the piano bench, a soft smile curling on her lips. Mei had that same intense, thoughtful expression Shirou often wore when he was immersed in something important.
"I can see why you're Daddy's little girl."
Mei blinked, confused, looking up just as a bit of cream from her dessert stuck to her left cheek.
"Huh?" she frowned. "Why do you say that, Mom?"
Chika laughed softly, taking a napkin to clean her daughter's cheek.
"It's because that look on your face is exactly the same as your father's when he's concentrating. Did you know he made the same face when he first tried cooking?"
"Hey!" Mei puffed out her cheeks. "It's not fair that you're teasing Mei like that!"
The childish reproach made Chika laugh even more. It was in these small moments, during breaks between practices, that mother and daughter connected in a special way, chatting about the past, mischief, and most of all, the stories surrounding the ever-mysterious Shirou Emiya.
"So…," Chika rested her chin in her palm, "Where did we leave off last time, my little sunshine?"
The mischievous expression on Chika's face didn't go unnoticed by Mei, who responded with a glimmer of excitement in her eyes.
"Last time, you were visiting the gardening club as the student council secretary!"
Chika raised an eyebrow, surprised by her daughter's memory.
"Oh, does little Mei-chan want to hear that old story about when I met your dad?"
Mei nodded eagerly, knowing she had her mother's attention.
"Let me guess…" her mother chuckled, "You want to hear about when I asked him to bake a big cake for the student council? Or maybe when I invited him to spy on Aunt Kaguya's first date with Uncle Miyuki?"
Mei tilted her head, considering the options for a moment, but her face lit up when a better idea came to mind.
"No, I want to hear about when you went to the gardening club just to invite Daddy to join the student council!"
Chika pretended to think, tapping her finger to her chin.
"Are you sure you don't want to hear about how your dad won several sports competitions by unanimous vote, or the time he made your sweet, innocent mother angry for the first time?"
Mei looked at her with a seriousness unexpected for her age, crossing her arms in a way that reminded Chika too much of Shirou when he was determined.
"No, I want to hear how you convinced him! How was it, Mommy?"
Mei's insistence made Chika let out a small nostalgic laugh. Her memories started to flow, taking her back to those youthful days at the prestigious Shuchi'in Academy.
Chika sighed with a melancholic smile.
"Your father wasn't officially part of the gardening club, but you'd always find him there during lunch, taking care of the flowers like they were something sacred."
Mei's eyes widened, imagining her father surrounded by flowers, an image that felt so familiar, given he loved giving roses to her and Mom.
"Although he always had a calm expression, sometimes I'd notice his gaze was empty. Especially when he was invited to join sports or clubs like Kyūdō and Kendō. He was incredibly talented, but he never accepted the invitations from the captains. His usual excuse was that he wasn't interested… or that he had too much to do at home."
Mei whispered, almost to herself.
"Daddy must have been very busy…"
Chika nodded, looking at her daughter with affection.
"He was busy, but not in the way everyone thought. For example, your dad always found time to take care of the flowers because it was his way of finding peace. And though he never admitted it, I think he also enjoyed my visits to the club, even if at first, he didn't want to join the council."
"Wasn't Daddy with you in the student council?"
"I think I need to clarify something important, Mei-chan," Chika gave a slight smile as she set her cup down, "Your father was never an official member."
Mei blinked, leaning forward with curiosity.
Chika took a small sip of her tea before continuing.
"Though I insisted a lot that he join, everyone in the council knew they could rely on him for anything. In the end, he was known as an unofficial member... much to the president's delight."
Mei frowned dramatically.
"But Uncle Yuu always tells me that Daddy was very bad with him and that his love advice didn't work!"
Mei's indignant tone made Chika laugh, setting her cup aside and taking a bite of strawberry with her fork.
"That's not entirely true, my little one. Your dad always took care of Yuu in his own way, even if their ideas didn't always match. Like the best friends they were... they had their differences, but in the end, they respected each other."
The Emiya living room, bathed in the soft light of the evening sun, felt like a haven of tranquility. Chika sat on a plush sofa, a cup of tea in her hands, as she watched Mei playfully move across the room.
It was moments like this when she felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the life she had. Her family was her greatest treasure, and although her husband had come into her life surrounded by mystery, she knew it had been worth crossing the barriers that had once separated them.
Before their relationship had blossomed, Shirou had been an enigma. A man whose calm and politeness seemed to conceal something deeper—something only someone patient and persistent could uncover. Chika, with her boundless energy and curiosity, had decided to get to know him on her own, without relying on others' biased versions.
"It's funny..." she sighed with a smile, looking at her tea, "At first, I never thought I'd learn so much about him in the way that I did."
Mei looked up from her toys, noticing the introspective tone in her mother's voice.
"About dad? What did you learn, mom?"
Chika paused for a moment, considering her words. Talking about Shirou's past wasn't something she often did, especially with Mei. But at the same time, she felt that some truths could be shared lightly.
"Your dad is more interesting than he seems, Mei-chan," Chika propped her chin on her hand. "After all, he comes from a very old and distinguished family, much like ours. But... his history wasn't always easy."
Mei scooted closer, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"How old? Like the samurai stories you tell me?"
Chika chuckled softly at her daughter's imagination.
"Something like that, my little one. His grandfather, Yamamoto Takeshi, was a very important figure. A man who built an empire but also made mistakes. He lost many important things by distancing himself from his roots."
The mention of Takeshi caused Chika to lose herself in thought. She remembered how her family, the Fujiwaras, had intervened back then, trying to bridge the gap with Shirou, not only out of duty but also out of gratitude for the elderly Takeshi, a former benefactor.
Chika looked at her daughter with tenderness.
"When I met your dad, he was already carrying the weight of all of that. But he never used it as an excuse, never let his past define who he truly was."
Mei tilted her head.
"Is that why dad always helps everyone? Is it because he doesn't want them to feel alone?"
Chika was surprised by Mei's accurate observation. Her daughter was too perceptive for her age, something that made her proud but also a little fearful.
"I think you're right, Mei-chan," she stroked her daughter's hair. "But he also does it because he has a very big heart. Although sometimes, that makes him keep certain things to himself."
Mei frowned slightly, as if trying to process that answer.
"Does that mean dad has secrets?"
Chika laughed softly at the adorable pout on her little one's face.
"We all have secrets, sweetheart. But your dad's are just things he prefers to share when he's ready."
Chika knew that Mei's questions about her father weren't just innocent childhood curiosity. Her daughter had inherited her intelligence and inquisitive spirit, which meant she would eventually ask the right questions at the right time. For now, Chika preferred to keep some details of Shirou's past reserved, not out of lack of trust, but because she felt Mei wasn't yet ready to grasp the magnitude of certain events.
"But enough of the serious stuff!" Chika grinned mischievously as she tickled Mei. "Did you know dad used to be really shy when he tried to talk to me at first?"
Mei laughed, squirming to escape the tickling.
"Really?! Dad, shy?! I don't believe it, mom!"
"Oh, believe me, Mei-chan. There are so many things about your dad that would surprise you. But those are stories for another time."
The soft breeze of the afternoon crept through the half-open window of the study, gently stirring the curtains.
Mei sat on the large armchair next to her mother's desk, playing with a small notebook where she doodled random patterns. In front of her, her mother was busy organizing music sheets and colored papers, as though she needed something to focus on to avoid the direction their conversation had taken.
Once again, her mom had sidestepped the questions about her dad. It was a pattern Mei was starting to recognize. Whenever they reached a point where it seemed like she would get answers, her mother would find an excuse: going to the bathroom, getting up to make tea, or even suggesting it was time to practice music together.
"Well, Mei-chan, how about we practice that new piece? I think you're ready to try it on the piano this time."
Mei looked up, her eyes watching every move her mother made. She wasn't angry; she couldn't be. She had learned from her dad that sometimes people kept secrets to protect the ones they loved.
"Okay, mom. I know you'll tell me everything when the time is right."
Chika was taken aback by Mei's words. She set the music sheets on the table and looked at her daughter, meeting her gaze filled with trust and a certain maturity.
"This girl is too smart for her own good... after all, she's an Emiya..."
Mei set the notebook on the sofa and stretched, glancing at the photos on the nearby shelf. One of them showed her mom and dad much younger, both smiling widely during what seemed to be a school festival. Mei recognized that image because her godmother, Kaguya, always mentioned it.
"Godmother Kaguya says that day was really special for you two. Is that true, mom?"
Chika followed her gaze and noticed the photo. A mix of emotion and nostalgia crossed her face.
"Yes, it was a very special day," her mother sat down next to her. "It was during the last school festival at Shuchi'in. Your dad and I had been through so much together, but it was that day when everything between us changed."
Mei adjusted herself, her hands resting on her knees, expectant. Her mother rarely talked about that moment in such detail.
"What happened, mom? Was it when you fell in love?"
Chika smiled softly.
"Not exactly, Mei-chan. We already cared deeply for each other, but it was at that festival when I understood something I had never seen before in your dad."
Chika took a deep breath, her mind drifting back to that day. She remembered the bustle of the festival, the stalls decorated with lights, the sweet aroma of treats, and the music filling the air.
"That day, I decided to play him a melody I had composed, thinking about everything he meant to me," her eyes sparkled. "It was unexpected, but 'Last Stardust' came from a moment of almost... magical inspiration. Not because it was perfect, but because in that melody, I briefly imagined your father wearing... 'a dark red armor'... I think it was the emotion and the magical feeling I always get when he gives me that mischievous smile."
Mei listened attentively, her eyes wide with wonder.
"Then dad does know magic," she looked at her mother with a mischievous smile, "Is that why godmother Kaguya says you two shared a 'unique' moment as a couple?"
Chika laughed softly, ruffling her daughter's hair.
"Kaguya always has a dramatic way of telling things. But yes, it was unique for both of us. I think that was the moment I realized that your dad wasn't just someone incredible; he was also trusting me with a part of his world that no one else knew."
Mei blinked, processing every word, before nodding.
"Then I'll wait, mom," the little girl stayed serious but smiled sweetly, "When you and dad are ready to tell me those secrets, I know they'll be important."
Chika felt a mix of pride and tenderness as she heard that. Her little one was already showing a maturity that reminded her of her father, which only made her smile.
"Thank you, Mei-chan," she gave her a big hug, "But until then, don't worry about secrets. What's important is that you know how much we love you."
"I know, mom! But still, I want dad to teach me his magic someday."
It had been a few days since Chika had noticed her daughter's progress in her piano lessons. Of course, her little one was diligent, but what surprised her the most was Mei's ability to combine that determination with an insatiable curiosity.
That afternoon, after an especially productive session, Mei, with the innocence and sharpness that defined her, brought up a topic that Chika preferred to avoid.
"Mama, you still haven't told me the rest of the story about the last school festival you had with Dad," Mei pretended to be putting away her sheet music, "Did you do something special?"
Chika, who had been looking at her phone calendar, raised her gaze with a nervous smile. Mei was a smart girl, sometimes too smart. Chika knew that behind that seemingly casual question, there was genuine curiosity.
"Oh, it was fun, like any school festival. You know, we enjoyed the music, the food, and even did some patrol activities... Nothing out of the ordinary!"
Mei wasn't fooled. She crossed her arms and looked at her with a mix of skepticism.
"Nothing out of the ordinary?" she raised an eyebrow, "Because I asked my godmother Kaguya for more details…"
Chika chuckled nervously.
"I think I'll have to have a serious talk with your godmother next time... After all, it was thanks to your dad that your uncle stopped being so cowardly in crucial moments!"
Although Chika managed to lightly steer the conversation away, the mystery still hung in the air. It was tough, but her little one eventually dropped the topic for the moment. However, Chika knew it hadn't been entirely escaped.
Later that evening, as Chika was flipping through family albums in the living room, her mind wandered back to the past. She vividly remembered that festival and the connection she had shared with Shirou. It had been more than just a school event; it had marked a turning point in their lives.
Sitting in front of the photographs, she picked one from the shelf. It showed her and Shirou, younger, smiling under the festival lights. She allowed herself a nostalgic sigh before Mei's voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Mama, why are you smiling like that? You look like you're thinking about something nice."
Chika looked up and noticed her little one peeking through the door. "Oh, it's just that I remembered the promise your dad made at the end of that festival."
Mei ran in, curious, and sat next to her.
"What promise? Come on, don't be like that, tell me!"
Chika settled in, pulling Mei into an embrace as she looked at the photo.
"It was the moment your dad told me about his paternal grandfather, Takeshi Yamamoto, and the promise they had made."
"What kind of promise?"
Chika placed her hand on her chin, thinking before responding thoughtfully.
"He promised to do everything he could to reconnect with his blood family, but he also made it clear that he wanted to do it his way. He didn't want to abandon who he was, nor the Emiya name that meant so much to him."
"And did Takeshi-ojiisama accept that?"
"Yes, Takeshi-sama understood. Although he had dreamed of bringing the family back together, he respected that Shirou had his own dreams. It was a difficult agreement, but they both were willing to try."
Mei leaned closer to the photo.
"So, Dad is amazing. He always finds a way to keep his promises."
Chika smiled as she ran her hand through Mei's hair.
"That's right. But what really made that day special was that, for the first time, I felt like he trusted me enough to share that part of his life. It was when I understood how important it was to him to stay true to who he was, even with all the expectations others had for him."
Mei remained silent for a moment, processing her mother's words. Then she looked up with a smile.
"I think Dad is a little like me, right? He likes doing things his way."
Chika laughed, hugging her daughter tightly.
"Yes, you definitely have that in common."
The afternoon was calm, with the warm sunlight streaming through the windows, illuminating the small dining room where mother and daughter were enjoying a homemade cake made by Shirou—curiously, their favorite.
The atmosphere was filled with laughter and the sweet aroma of dessert.
"That was beautiful," Mei said with a broad smile and eyes shining with curiosity. She had noticed the tenderness in her mother's words and the way she spoke about her father, and all of it had touched her deeply.
Chika smiled proudly.
"Indeed." She leaned back a little in her chair, feeling that warm satisfaction of having shared something special with her daughter. "Did you think your dad took the first step in our relationship?"
The little one couldn't help but giggle mischievously while taking another piece of cake, devouring it with such enthusiasm that she almost couldn't speak between bites.
Mei smiled knowingly, chewing quickly.
"So... this is how you tamed the Shuchi'in Casanova?"
"Exactly, that's how your mother tamed the...!"
But before Chika could finish the sentence, a loud and exaggerated sigh of reproach escaped her mouth as she saw the mischievous expression on Mei's face. The little one had used that nickname for her father once again, which made Chika frown.
"Mei-chan! What have I told you about using that nickname in this house?"
"That I shouldn't use it…"
"And what else?"
Mei sighed, knowing her mother was right, and murmured with a hint of sadness.
"That I shouldn't follow Uncle Yuu's evil games…"
Chika looked at her for a moment before smiling warmly. However, she couldn't help but chuckle thinking of the mischief Yuu had been encouraging in the little one.
"That's my girl."
She leaned toward her and hugged her fondly, easing the tension created by the small reprimand.
Mei looked at her mother with a playful smile, but with a serious tone that gave it a peculiar touch.
"That's right, Mama, because Uncle Yuu never told Mei that Dad has a... 'hidden potential of E-rank Luck' and no 'EX-Ability' to charm any woman who crosses his path."
Chika blinked at the surprising revelation and, for a moment, was left speechless. Her daughter had picked up on more than she seemed to, and the mention of the "E-rank Luck potential" made her smile, remembering with a touch of nostalgia the times when Shirou, in his youth, had been at the center of so many stories and rumors, many of them exaggerated or misinterpreted.
"Wow... your uncle knows too much, huh?"
Mei simply looked at her mother with a playful smile, as if keeping a little secret between them. However, even though Chika noticed her daughter knew more than she admitted, she respected her space. Mei knew it wasn't the time yet to share the more complex details of her father's life.
"Sometimes, I think Dad is like... a superhero. But with a bunch of almost magical secrets I don't even understand."
Chika, tenderly, hugged her tighter. The little girl was starting to understand, although there were still many things to uncover. For Mei, her father remained an almost mystical figure, full of mysteries that, in time, she would discover.
"Everything will make sense in time, my little flower. And you'll be the one to help him discover everything he still doesn't know about himself!"
Mei, with a sparkle in her eyes and her face covered in cake, hugged her mother back, enjoying the warmth and security that her family offered her.
The night had fallen gently, and in the living room, the atmosphere was warm and cozy. Mei sat in front of her mother, absorbed in the conversation that had taken place over the past few hours.
Her mother's words about her father still echoed in her mind, leaving a deep mark on her heart. Though she was still young, Mei couldn't help but feel a special connection to the stories her mother shared, as if an invisible bond was forming between them.
At first, she had been merely curious, but now, by the end of the conversation, she was captivated by the tenderness and sincerity with which her mother spoke of their relationship. That was one of the reasons why, after dinner, she couldn't wait any longer and decided to speak to someone else, someone who could offer a more objective perspective on the situation.
That night, like every time her father was not at home, Chika had done everything she could to offer Mei all the support she needed. They talked about many things, and although her father's special situation kept him distant, her mother had smiled and agreed to give her a mobile phone. It wasn't a cutting-edge device by any means, but it served the essentials: calls and messages. So, Mei had no problem accepting the rules. She knew that the most important thing was staying connected with her father, who never failed to keep his promise of calling every night to say "goodnight." To her, that simple gesture meant the world.
At first, she couldn't help but share with him the small "achievements" of her day, like when she had managed to complete a difficult exercise in her piano lessons or how she had surprised her teachers with her ability to solve complex problems—something that often left her teachers in awe.
"Mei-chan is really standing out among her peers," Chika had once said with a proud smile, watching her daughter focus on her books. "It's amazing how mature and talented you are for your age."
The teachers' words seemed to confirm it: "The bloodline of her family cannot be wrong," they would say, referring to the Yamamoto lineage Mei belonged to. However, her mother had always insisted that Mei should never become complacent, as her husband often reminded: "Hunger is the enemy." Shirou repeated these words often, reminding Mei to never give in to vanity or superficiality and to keep her focus on what truly mattered.
That thought lingered in her mind when, suddenly, the sound of the phone broke the silence.
Ring… ring… ring...
Mei, her small face illuminated by excitement, hurried to answer.
"Hello, Uncle Miyuki!"
Her godfather's soft, affectionate laughter was heard on the other end of the line, brightening the room.
"Oh, my sweet Mei-chan! I didn't expect your call at this hour, but I'm so happy to hear your voice. What's going on, little one? Uncle's ready to listen to whatever you have to share."
Mei, unable to contain her excitement, adjusted herself in her seat and, between giggles, began to recount what she had learned that afternoon.
"Hehehe, you know, Uncle, today Mom told me how she made Dad fall in love with her."
"Ah, Chika never misses a chance to boast about your father. But I bet you didn't tell me everything… Where's Shirou now?"
Mei paused for a moment, humming a melody from her favorite song as if searching for the right words to respond.
"Hmm… yesterday, Dad told me it's raining a lot in London, so I was worried he might catch a cold."
Miyuki smiled, feeling a mix of tenderness and nostalgia.
"I see... Shirou's been quite busy lately, hasn't he?"
"Yes."
"It's nice to know how much you care about him, Mei-chan. You remind me so much of your mother when she was young, always so concerned about Shirou, so attentive toward him."
"My mom too?"
"Yes, indeed. It's no wonder your mom was always so excited about everything related to Shirou. She had a hard time admitting it back then, but... oh, that feeling of butterflies in her stomach the first time she fell in love!"
Miyuki sighed fondly, as if transported back in time, to when his best friend was discovering what it meant to love someone so deeply and sincerely. He recalled the moments when Chika had told him, with sparkling eyes and a nervous smile, how she could no longer deny the feelings she had developed for Shirou.
Miyuki continued in a tone both melancholic and affectionate.
"I never thought Chika would give up the idea of being a 'waifu' to become the most special person in Shirou's heart. It's a story that... well, I've been there from the very beginning, watching how your mom changed. And now, seeing Mei-chan so concerned about her dad... it makes me feel so happy and nostalgic at the same time."
Even though the stories they shared were old, they still had the power to make him laugh. Occasionally, jokes and memories about his friend Chika slipped into their conversations, and he couldn't resist sharing the more embarrassing anecdotes about the "love detective," as he affectionately called her.
"Does little Mei-chan want to hear more stories about how your dad saved your mom from evil villains?"
On the other end of the line, the girl shouted enthusiastically.
"Yes, yes, yes!"
Mei's childish laughter rang out clearly, and Miyuki felt even closer to her, as if he could see his goddaughter's delighted expression. The excitement was so palpable that, without realizing it, a figure appeared at the door, a familiar figure who couldn't help but show a bit of curiosity.
"My love, Miyuki, who are you talking to that's making you so happy at this hour?"
Miyuki, surprised by the sudden question, looked up and saw his wife entering the room, a curious and slightly sarcastic expression in her eyes. Despite the surprise, he responded with a calm smile.
"Oh... Kaguya, it's our super special goddaughter."
Hearing the girl's name, Kaguya smiled and hugged her husband, her voice softening: "Oh… if it isn't little Mei-chan! I'm surprised by such an unusual call from her."
She moved closer, looking at her husband with a gleam in her eyes that didn't go unnoticed.
"How's my little ray of sunshine doing?"
Suddenly, Mei's cheerful voice came through the phone clearly.
"Hello, Godmother! It's a pleasure for Mei to greet you, good evening."
Miyuki smiled as he heard his goddaughter's manners.
"Such sweet manners you have, my dear! Thankfully, you're not as uncouth as your cousin."
Kaguya raised an eyebrow, her expression turning serious as she shot him a sharp glance.
"Dear!"
"It's a joke, Kaguya, you know our Mikan-chan is as beautiful and elegant as her mother!"
However, his joke had the opposite effect. Kaguya's face flushed, and Miyuki noticed how his wife crossed her arms with a slight pout.
"Mo… How can you be so mean to us? Why does this sweet mother and her beautiful daughter always end up being intimidated by their cold husband and father?"
Kaguya's eyes filled with crocodile tears, and Miyuki couldn't help but sigh. He knew he had crossed the line with his joke, and before the situation could get more uncomfortable, he approached her and kissed her cheek affectionately.
"You know as well as I do that, thanks in part to the little push Shirou gave us, we've been able to be more honest with each other."
He took the phone from his wife's hands and turned toward it, speaking in a playful tone while admiring his wife.
"Besides, we have little Mei-chan as our guardian angel."
Mei, who had been listening carefully, didn't hesitate to intervene, and her tone of warning made Miyuki tense up a bit.
"Godfather, you can't intimidate Mei like that! I'm telling Auntie your secret about her photo!"
Kaguya's voice rang out from the other end of the line, loud and clear, causing Miyuki to tense.
"MI-YU-KI-SAN."
Seeing the danger, Miyuki tried to calm the situation, but his wife's fixed gaze overwhelmed him.
"Let's calm down, my love. You know Mei-chan is just a child, she might be misunderstanding a few things..."
But Kaguya, with her triumphant expression, wasn't letting him off that easily.
Kaguya smiled as she gently squeezed Miyuki's hand, looking at the phone.
"I'd love to hear more about that in detail, Mei-chan. Ara, ara… How cute? My beloved husband wouldn't leave me talking alone with our charming goddaughter, would he?"
Miyuki could only nod silently, resigned to his wife's "triumphant" look. Meanwhile, the laughter of everyone present filled the room, including the witty jokes and laughter from Mei, who was still enjoying the call.
The soft echo of the piano filled the room, its music floating like a caress through the air, but Mei was lost in her thoughts.
Each note resonated in her ears, yet her mind remained tangled in the words her mother had spoken, still dancing through her head.
During a break in her practice, her mother had talked about her father, reminding her how she would always sigh with concern whenever she mentioned his stubbornness, the way he could be incredibly headstrong when he set his mind to something.
"Your father," Chika would say with a mix of exasperation and admiration, "is one of those people who won't stop at anything, even when he knows he's on the brink of despair."
Mei smiled faintly at the image of her father forming in her mind—an image so familiar, yet so intense. What her mother had said echoed in her chest: "He has a major flaw, Mei-chan... a stubbornness that sometimes consumes him, but it's precisely because of that he fights with everything he has to protect others."
At first, Mei had thought her mother was referring to something negative, one of the many facets of her father that often seemed more of a burden than a blessing. However, as her mother continued, Mei began to understand. Deep down, that stubbornness was merely a manifestation of his deepest commitment and love for those he cared about. It was one of the reasons Shirou had been a hero to so many, and why her mother had always been drawn to him.
"He's like a star, Mei-chan... a star that shines so brightly, that in his journey to the top, he turns to stardust. He gives everything... everything for others."
Chika had spoken of how, in many moments of the past, Shirou had broken down, sacrificed every last bit of himself to save those he loved. "Every time I saw him do something like that," her mother had said, "I worried for him. I felt sorrow watching him destroy himself from within. But that was what drew me to him, Mei-chan. That dedication, that unbreakable will."
The little girl closed her eyes, letting the melody of her mother's words slip into her thoughts. Now she understood why her mother loved her father so much. It wasn't just his appearance or his heroism; it was the purity behind his actions, the nobility of his sacrifice. Her mother had fallen in love with that determination, with his strength to keep moving forward, no matter the cost.
This wasn't new to Mei. Over the years, she had watched how her parents' relationship had been forged from those very actions. Chika had learned to trust Shirou, trusting that he would never leave her behind. And in turn, Shirou had found in Chika a steady support, the person who helped him keep going in his dream of becoming a "hero of justice," in his own way.
Mei sighed as her fingers gently pressed the piano keys, evoking the melody her mother had composed in honor of her father— a piece full of emotion and sacrifice. "Last Stardust" was not just a song; it was a representation of Shirou at his purest: a man who shone like a star, willing to fade completely to save those he loved. The melody was the perfect reflection of everything her father stood for.
Each time she played the song, Mei found something new within it. Something mysterious and poetic that made her feel more connected to the sacrifices her father had made, and to the deep love her mother had poured into every note. The musical piece was more than just a composition—it was a window into Shirou Emiya's soul, his constant struggle, and his unyielding will to protect.
"Of course... of course," Mei thought, smiling with a touch of nostalgia.
Her mother had taken a while to agree to teach her the song, but Mei knew that her constant teasing and childish enthusiasm had played a crucial role in convincing her.
"Games, jokes, the way I'm always laughing... I'm sure that's what made her say yes."
As Shirou's birthday approached, Mei's motivation grew. She was determined to play the song perfectly, in a private recital for her family. She knew her father, with his humility and tenderness, probably didn't expect such an emotional surprise. But she wanted to give him a gift that truly captured the essence of his life and sacrifice.
With a determined look, she prepared to continue her practice. The room was once again filled with the notes of the piano, each chord filling the air with the same sense of love and sacrifice her mother had infused into the composition.
The soft sound of the piano continued to fill the room, its notes drifting gently through the air like a calm breeze, as mother and daughter exchanged glances.
The sparkle in Mei's eyes showed a renewed determination: her father's return from his business trip to London was imminent, and she was determined to surprise him with her best performance. Meanwhile, Chika watched her daughter with a mix of pride and tenderness, feeling the weight of the passing days and the hours she couldn't dedicate to her, but knowing that her little one's effort was worth every moment.
The sense of satisfaction that had united them dissipated when Chika noticed her phone vibrating in the pocket of her jacket. It was an urgent call.
With a somewhat forced smile, she tried to soften the news.
"Alright, Mei-chan, we'll save this practice for another day," she said, though her tone carried a slight sadness she couldn't entirely hide. "Mom has an important meeting with her campaign team in an hour."
Mei, ever perceptive, noticed the subtle exhaustion in her mother's eyes. After a brief moment of thought, she lifted her head with determination, as if her little smile could bring a little light back to the situation.
"I know, Mommy. Your work is important too, so Mei will do her best. For you and for Daddy!"
Just hearing those words made Chika's heart tighten. A lump formed in her throat, but to hide her vulnerability, she placed her hand over Mei's, gently stroking her hair.
"You're such a talented and special girl for your age," she murmured, struggling to maintain her smile. "That's why Mommy doesn't want to be away from you. But I promise, this is only temporary."
Mei nodded, refusing to let her innocent smile fade. Despite her brave words, her mother's gesture made her feel a little tug at her heart. Just when she thought the moment had passed, her mother hugged her tightly, pressing her against her chest. Tears, as unpredictable as ever, began to slip down Chika's cheeks.
"You know Mommy loves you so much, don't you?" she asked, her voice breaking.
The little girl, who had seen her mother apologize for the same thing over and over in recent days, was at a loss for words. Instead, she simply let herself be enveloped in the affection, returning the hug with the same intensity.
During those moments, the room filled with the soft melody of the rain beginning to gently tap against the window.
The embrace lasted a long while, until they finally separated. Chika's eyes were red, but she managed to contain her emotions in a light smile. Mei, though her eyes were slightly moist, seemed radiant, as if the sadness from moments ago had already faded.
"Mei will be good while waiting for you to come back, Mommy," the little girl said with a bright smile as she climbed onto the piano bench, reaching high enough to kiss her surprised mother on the cheek. Her face mirrored the same reassuring expression her father had used to comfort Chika.
"I'll try to get back before dinner, I promise," Chika replied, returning the gesture of affection as she gently stroked her cheek. "But try not to bother Aunt Moeha too much like last time, okay? Remember, the servants and guards will report everything the little 'Ojou-sama' does in the mansion."
Mei frowned slightly, a hint of disapproval showing, but she quickly countered with a playful smile.
"But... Mommy... Aunt Moeha always wants us to play princesses. I don't always like being the dragon."
Chika raised an eyebrow and looked at her, feigning a severity she couldn't quite pull off.
"You and I both know that's not the real issue," she said, a playful tone in her voice. "You play with her more than once, and you take advantage of how easy it is to get her to do whatever you want!"
"But, Mommy..." Mei tried to continue the discussion, though her tone had turned more playful than serious.
"No buts, young lady!" Chika interrupted, raising a finger in a way that was more playful than authoritative.
"At least I wish Aunt Toyomi or my godmother Kaguya could look after me," Mei suggested with a small sigh, adopting the puppy-dog look her father used to get what he wanted.
Chika laughed softly, though a touch of sadness appeared in her eyes. "You know I wish that were possible, but your godmother Kaguya has started her own independent photography business and will be very busy this week. And Aunt Toyomi is still doing business abroad, so I couldn't get in touch with her, though I wish I could."
Mei's face tightened slightly at this, and a shadow passed over her golden eyes.
"But... what do I do now?"
Chika, with a gentler smile, hugged her again. "I know you love spending time with them, but there will be more opportunities, Mei-chan. I promise."
Mei looked at her mother with eyes full of doubt.
"Do you really promise?"
"Of course!" Chika responded firmly, squeezing her a little tighter. "And besides, Mommy has gotten the best tickets for the big show at the Tokyo Dome next month!"
"Is that true, Mommy? Does that mean we'll see the famous rising idol, Ai Hoshino?"
Chika smiled knowingly as she saw the excitement in her daughter's eyes.
"Has Mommy ever lied to you, my little treasure?" Mei nodded eagerly. "The one and only Ai Hoshino, live and in person. It wasn't easy, but it seems your father's influence has opened some doors, and we managed to get very special passes to be backstage. So, my little Mei, you're going to meet your idol in person!"
"You're the best mom! Well, Dad is too. I just wish he could come home soon," Mei sighed as her mother cupped her cheeks.
"Your dad is working so hard for us, Mei. And I know he's doing his best on his own. So when he comes back, we should greet him with a smile, don't you think?" Chika smiled warmly at Mei, acknowledging her husband's sacrifice and effort.
Both nodded together, sharing a knowing look.
The family dojo was bathed in a warm golden glow, the sound of the bowstring vibrating through the air.
"Zún..." "Zunn..." "Zún..."
Each vibration of the string, each arrow soaring through the air, was a testament to the perfection of the art of Kyūdō, a silent ritual of precision and serenity.
In the dojo, the echo of the twilight seemed to caress the space, while the figure of Mei, her silver hair tied in a long ponytail, moved with the grace of someone who was far from a beginner. Though twin braids still adorned the front of her head, her posture as she held the bow reflected the concentration of a dedicated soul. At just five years old, she already mastered an art that others could only dream of.
Shirou Emiya watched with a mixture of pride and amazement. Time seemed to dissolve around him as his eyes followed each movement of his daughter—the way she stood firm, the natural flow in her movements, which not only reflected effort but also a certain inner peace that had begun to blossom within her.
"Mei, your posture is excellent," Shirou said, stepping closer and placing his hand on her small shoulders, smiling warmly. "Just make sure to keep that focus. The movements need to be fluid, like an extension of your own body." The softness in his voice conveyed both authority and tenderness. There was something deeply endearing in the way he looked at his daughter, as if seeing a reflection of his own journey and the struggles he had faced to get to where he was.
Mei slowly lowered the bow, her face showing a hint of concern.
"But Mei feels like she's not as good as you, Dad..." she said, her voice faltering with a trace of discouragement, though she tried to maintain her composure.
Shirou crouched down to her level, smiling with a mix of patience and understanding.
"Well, you know what I always tell you..." His voice softened, almost affectionately. "Practice makes perfect." He looked at her with an expression full of affection, noticing the small grimace of frustration on her face.
"I know, but no matter how hard Mei tries, she feels like she can't improve..." Mei said, looking down at the floor with an expression that betrayed her disappointment. The bow hung loosely from her arm, as though her enthusiasm had drained for a moment.
"Listen, Mei," Shirou said, gently stroking her hair. "When I started, I wasn't that good. In fact, I didn't even know if I'd ever master it..." Shirou watched as tears began to glisten in his daughter's golden eyes, and with a sigh, he hugged her softly. "I promise you, this path is long, and one day, the bow will feel like an extension of who you are. But you have to be patient with yourself."
"But... I want you to be proud of me, Dad," Mei murmured, her voice trembling as she dropped the quiver to the ground, the arrow slipping from her wrist to the floor as if the uncertainty itself had overtaken her body.
"Mei," Shirou said firmly, lifting her face to look her in the eyes. "I am incredibly proud of you. Your progress has been amazing, and I'm telling you this as your father. Don't compare yourself to anyone else. Your path is unique."
The little girl, embraced by her father, allowed the tears she had been holding back to flow slowly, feeling an indescribable warmth in being so close to him.
They stayed in that embrace for a long while. However, each of them was deep in their own thoughts. Shirou reflected on how he had arrived at this point, how, despite all the accomplishments his daughter had achieved in the musical world, she still felt an internal pressure that led her to doubt herself. She didn't want to just be a reflection of others' expectations, of the high hopes placed upon her mother when she was younger.
His little girl thought about how she had decided to set aside music to explore new possibilities. Though she possessed innate talent, she had chosen a more personal path, one where she could feel free of the shadows of others. That's how Kyūdō entered her life, suggested by Shirou as a way to explore something uniquely hers. Chika had supported this decision, aware of Mei's need to find something that was truly her own, away from others' pressures.
Shirou sighed, his thoughts turning deeper.
"Dammit..." he thought, "My daughter is incredibly similar to me." It wasn't surprising, after all, that Mei, despite her young age, showed the same determination he had during his darkest moments.
"Sometimes you surprise me, my princess," Shirou murmured, smiling as he stroked her head again. "Only you know how to always make me feel so proud of you."
Mei smiled weakly, her heart softened by her father's words. "Thank you, Dad," she murmured, gazing into Shirou's eyes with immense gratitude.
Even though the past months had been full of challenges due to his new role as CEO of the Yamamoto company, Shirou had done his best to keep up with his Kyūdō lessons with Mei. It had been difficult, of course, but his daughter never failed to surprise him. Even from a distance, through phone exchanges and photos sent by Chika, Shirou had seen how much Mei had progressed in the discipline. More and more, she appeared determined, her skill growing each day.
However, this particular week had been especially tough. Shirou's work demands were growing, and finding time to be with his daughter was becoming increasingly difficult. But no matter how busy he was, there was always room in his heart for Mei, and Kyūdō had become their quiet way of connecting, of facing together the melancholy that, like a shadow, had settled in their hearts.
"Do you know that Mei loves you very much, Dad?"
Mei's voice, still small but filled with tender vulnerability, echoed through the dojo.
"I know, my little one," Shirou replied gently, his tone full of affection as he continued to hold her.
"Do you still have to leave again?" The little one didn't hide the sadness in her voice. "Mei will turn six next autumn, Dad, you can't miss it."
Shirou felt a pang in his heart. It was hard to see his daughter so affected by his absence, though he knew that because of his work, he couldn't always be there.
"But it will only be a week, my treasure," Shirou said with a smile, looking at Mei's face, which bore such a strong resemblance to Chika's. Shirou's playful laugh eased the tension in the air. "There's no force in the world that will make me miss your party, I promise."
"Do you promise?"
Mei raised her little pinky, her eyes still filled with doubt.
"Of course, my little Mei!"
Shirou intertwined his pinky with hers, sealing the promise.
Mei smiled, though her eyes still reflected the internal worry she felt.
"Remember, Mommy always tells Mei that breaking a promise is something no man should ever do, especially to a woman," she said softly, yet with surprising wisdom for her age. Her eyes shone with a mix of sadness and resolve. "I don't want Mommy to cry again."
Shirou felt a lump form in his stomach at hearing those words. He remembered the broken promise he had made in the past, a mistake that had been rectified, but still left a shadow of guilt in his heart. Mei, though small, was incredibly observant. Nothing escaped her.
"I know, sweetheart," he said with a calm smile as he stroked her hair. "That won't happen again." Then he pressed his forehead to Mei's, closing his eyes for a moment. "Your father found a new reason to be a hero of justice a long time ago."
The sunlight streamed through the curtains, warm and soft, and I closed my eyes for just a moment longer, wishing my dreams could last a little longer.
"It would be so great if this weren't just another dream..." I whispered, hugging my blanket and smiling a little, letting my imagination wander.
"It's not fair! I wanted more time to play!"
I sat up quickly, blinking to clear my vision. There she was, Alice. Of course, it was no surprise she wouldn't let this slip by.
She was floating near the ceiling, holding her blue book while still blinking between golden hues. Her silver braids seemed as angry as she was, swaying from side to side as she waved her arms.
"Good morning, Alice!" I said, trying not to laugh as I rubbed my eyes.
"This is not a good day!" she protested, frowning and pouting dramatically. "The story ended too quickly! I wanted a better ending! One with fireworks and dragons!"
I crossed my arms, pretending to be serious. "Alice, do you remember what happened the last time you decided the ending?"
"What happened?" she asked, puffing up her cheeks as if she already knew she was going to lose the argument.
"Well, you invented a giant dragon that ate the whole cake, and then we had to ask Don Quixote for help to save Snow White! You promised that wouldn't happen again!"
Alice looked at me as though I had said something terrible. "That's not true! This time was different… this time it was a cotton candy snake. It was Alice's turn to decide the ending, and make it the best one ever!"
"Alright, alright. You can decide the ending next time," I said, getting out of bed and starting to fix my hair in my usual style. Then, with a slight smile, I added, "By the way, speaking of exciting things... A package came for Dad today!"
That stopped her in her tracks. "A package?"
"Yep... it came from China."
"And what's inside? Is it something shiny? Something mysterious?"
"I don't know... but remember that we still have some of my special reserve left?" I leaned toward her as if I were about to tell her a big secret. "Do you... know what that means?"
"What does it mean?" she asked, leaning toward me with wide eyes.
Alice's eyes grew even bigger as she leaned toward me, full of curiosity. "What does it mean? What, what, what?"
"It's the perfect time for our first tea party of the day!"
"We'll enjoy your famous Earl Grey tea!" Her face lit up with excitement immediately. "Our party will be huge! I'll take care of the cakes and cookies! Nothing will top it!"
"Exactly," I smiled, enjoying her excitement. But then, I pretended to remember something important. "Though... there's something else. Do you know what day it is today?"
Alice stopped in her tracks, looking at me with an expression that was part suspicion, part surprise. "What day is it? Alice never forgets important things, never!"
"It's my birthday!" I said, sticking my tongue out playfully.
"Your birthday?!" Alice shouted, throwing herself at me to give me a hug so tight I almost fell. "Obviously, Alice would never forget! I have a special, super secret, magical gift for you!"
"I can't wait to see it!" I replied, laughing while trying to wriggle free from her hug. "And also... Dad's coming back from his trip today!"
"Really?! That's perfect!"
"I know!"
Alice grabbed my hand, and before I knew it, we were spinning around the room, floating together amidst laughter, leaving golden sparkles in the air. I felt like something amazing was about to happen. I didn't know what, but my heart was racing with excitement.
Today was going to be magical. I was sure of it.
As they both laughed together, their laughter echoing through the halls, Mei couldn't help but let her mind drift back to Alice's words from a few days ago.
"So... do you really think I'm becoming a good Master?"
Alice placed her cup down and looked at her with an uncommon seriousness. "Alice doesn't know about other Masters, but she's sure Mei is the best Master for her!"
The idea still seemed unreal to Mei, but Alice's confidence was contagious. However, life had other plans for that day.
Outside, on the path leading to the mansion's front door, a hunched figure walked calmly. His cane softly echoed against the stones, accompanying his measured steps. His outfit, a black cloak that seemed to absorb the light, billowed in the wind. The man's eyes gleamed with a mixture of mischief and ancient wisdom.
In his hands, he carried a small package, tied with a red ribbon. A handwritten note rested on top of the gift: "For Mei, a little glimpse into the future. Happy sixth birthday."
The man observed the mansion door with a sly smile. "Oh, Shirou, old friend, how will you react to this?" he murmured to himself as he carefully placed the package on the ground.
Ding... dong. Ding... dong.
He rang the doorbell twice, slowly and deliberately. Then, he took a step back and waited. His eyes narrowed slightly, savoring the anticipation of the spectacle that he was sure would unfold.
Inside the mansion, Mei and Alice froze. "Are you expecting someone?" Alice asked.
Mei shook her head and stood up quickly. "No… I'll go check."
She ran to the door, and when she opened it, she found the package. She looked at it curiously as Alice approached behind her.
"What is this?" Alice asked, leaning down to read the note. Her expression shifted to a mixture of excitement and confusion.
Mei picked up the package and closed the door behind her. "It's a gift…" she murmured, turning it over in her hands. There was something about it that seemed familiar, though she couldn't explain why.
From his position in the shadows, the strange man with white hair drew a jeweled sword, watching as the girls carried the package inside. His smile widened. "This world needs a bit more controlled chaos, and you seem to be necessary to fix the disaster your father's existence has caused. Maybe along the way, you'll discover some fun sides of him your mother didn't even know about. Have fun, my little mage. This is just the beginning, but you can count on me to help you."
The gleam in his eyes intensified as he disappeared in a flash of light, leaving behind only the echo of his laughter.
Hello once again! I'm KaleidoMirror, and I bid farewell after sharing the thrilling prologue of this new saga titled "Echo of the Seasons," specifically called "Last Stardust (Origin)."
The initial inspiration that guided me has resulted in subsequent chapters already prepared. I find this saga the most fluid to write for me, as it has allowed me to explore ideas that I had previously laid out but, due to certain limitations, couldn't fully develop. However, everything will depend on how the plot evolves.
For now, I sincerely hope you've enjoyed this initial installment. I'm eager to meet you in the next chapter and share more of this exciting story with you! See you soon!