Tales Of The Fearless Dragon.
Hey, everyone, and welcome; I've decided to write my first High School DxD fanfiction. Some of you may have read the story written by Shirou Fujimura; well, I really enjoy his work, so I decided to make a character based on his, although you'll notice my Shirou is different in certain ways. And by different, I mean stronger, and his personality and history will as be different. The truth is, I've wanted to do this for a while now. And in case you're wondering, yes, I asked permission first. Honestly, there are so many different versions of Shirou already, so what's one more? Hope you all enjoy the ride.
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"Shirou" Regular speech.
"Shirou" Thoughts.
DRAGON SHOT Attack names.
(Shirou) Words said previously.
"SHIROU!" Shouting speech.
[Ddraig] Dragon talking.
Reborn.
I remember it...
Blood spilling from my wounds...
I remember that strange figure standing before me...
She appeared after my fight...
Her hair, red like the color of blood, eyes as blue as the morning sky, and a peculiar smile on her face...
But all I could think about was living...
No matter what, I had to live...
"You truly are strong to still be standing even now." She said. "If you desire to live, then I'll save you, and in exchange, you will live for my sake."
Earlier that same day.
BEEP!
BEEP!
BEEP!
BEEP!
BEEP!
CLICK.
The young man let out a groan of irritation before pressing the snooze button. Sitting up, he shook off the drowsiness in his eyes.
The young man in question was seventeen years of age, Possessing bright Silver hair that went down to his neck and eyes that were a deep shade of blue. He was in great shape for his age. He continuously trained his body whenever he could. It was almost to the point where some would say he was obsessive about it. But to him, it was worth it; his body was built strong though not bulky like a bodybuilder; it was lean and yet very well defined; there wasn't a single visible sign of fat anywhere on him. However, it was difficult to see since his arms, shoulders, and entire torso were covered in a thin sheet of bandages. This young man was Shirou Tsukiharu.
As he moved to get out of bed, he went to his window and opened the curtains to let in the sunlight. Satisfied, he left his room to start his day.
When he stepped out of the bathroom after having a shower, he first replaced his bandages with new ones and then got dressed. He wore his student uniform, that of the prestigious institution known as Kuoh Academy, which consists of a black blazer with white accents, open to reveal a white long-sleeved button-down T-shirt with vertical linings, and matching black pants, also black sports shoes with a red stripe, and his own personal choose, a pair of black fingerless gloves with metal braces on the knuckles.
After that, he went downstairs to continue his morning by taking part in one of the activities that he actually enjoyed.
Cooking.
Shirou stepped into the kitchen, and after a few minutes, two breakfast plates were sitting on the dining room table.
He waited patiently for several minutes, realizing all was not right. "Weird... she normally rushes downstairs the moment she catches a whiff of breakfast." He waited another few minutes before sighing. "What's taking her so long...?" He took a deep breath and decided that waiting any longer would be a waste of time. Shirou went back upstairs and walked to her room.
When he arrived, he first knocked on the door, asking, "Are you awake?" He didn't get a response, and now, feeling fed up, he entered the room himself.
When he stepped into the room, he paused, immediately realizing something was up.
The lights were off, and dark curtains were drawn over the windows. The only illumination in the room was the brightness of the TV screen. The entire room was a mess: cushions, blankets, anime CDs, soundtracks, figurines, pillows, snack wrappers, food scraps, and stains created by substances. Shirou didn't even want to hazard a guess as to what they could have been.
In the center of the room was a wraith-like figure, their form completely shrouded by a thick, dark-blue comforter, showing only her pale-white skin; her eyes were the same color as Shirou's, except they were bloodshot from what had likely been hours of uninterrupted anime viewing. Shirou sighed, pulling the sheet off her head and letting her lengthy black hair fall down to her shoulders; it was dirty and messy from horrible neglect. She was dressed in a green T-shirt that had black sleeves and a bedazzled skirt that had probably sparkled at some point before it was covered in a mix of pizza sauce, dirt, chocolate, and what he hoped was water. Worn on her legs was a pair of black and white knee socks that were in a striped pattern.
She was so mesmerized by the TV, re-watching one of the newer Mahou Shojou seriously, that she probably didn't even realize the sorry state she was in.
...He wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth with a handkerchief, gently shaking her afterward.
This girl was Mika Tsukiharu, Shirou's younger sister.
"Mika...Mikaaaaa…" He gently shook her again, trying to snap her out of her trance. However, she still showed no reaction. He knelt by her side and screamed at the top of his lungs in her ear, "MIKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Surprisingly enough, there was still no reaction from her. It was as if she hadn't even registered his existence the whole time he was there.
"Damn it." Shirou was now fed up with this and just went over to the TV and turned it off. The light from the screen immediately went dark. He then turned back to face Mika. "Alright, Mika, now that I have your attention, it's time for you to take a bath, then come downstairs for break—"
Unfortunately for Shirou, he hadn't realized he had made a terrible mistake:
He took away anime from an otaku binge-watching an anime box set.
Mika turned to Shirou, her eyes glowing red with a vengeful fury as she pounced on him and grabbed him by the collar. She brought one hand around his neck and tried to choke him while using her other hand to scratch him over and over again in his face.
"AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHH!"
"GGGGGGGRRRRRR!"
She roared and growled at him all the while.
"Would you just—"
"Hissss!"
"Did you just hiss at me?"
"GURAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
"What the fuck is wrong with you?!"
"To repeat what I asked a moment ago, what the fuck is wrong with you?!" Shirou screamed, a towel hanging over his head. "Who even DOES that?!"
"It was in the defence of all that is Otaku." Mika said quietly, letting out a soft, hum-like growl. "It was my right as an Otaku."
"It was your right as a crazy person!" Shirou snapped, his eyes widened. "Seriously! All because I turned off the TV?!"
"I was marking my territory, Big bro."
Shirou face-palmed. "This is the third time this month and the last time you pissed on me."
Mika shrugged. "I dunno. It just felt like the right time."
"I had to burn that uniform!"
"What's the problem? You have more." Mika brushed off.
"That's not the point!" Shirou snapped again. "I need to buy air freshener because of how much this room stinks!"
Mika sniffed. "It doesn't smell that bad."
"You think that because it's your smell. I, on the other hand, say it smelled like piss BEFORE you urinated all over the place." Shirou pointed out, pinching his nose. "When was the last time you took a bath?"
"Last week."
"With soap?"
"That was about… Three months before last week." She narrowed her eyes at Shirou's look of disgust. "It's a sign of my pride as an Otaku that I've devoted my life to anime, manga, video games, soundtracks, figurines, poster cut-outs, and my eroge…! Especially my eroge. I have to time it just right so you're too deeply asleep to hear me late at night.
There was a moment of silence as that sunk in.
Nausea replaced Shirou's anger. "Oh Jesus, that's what those stains were…!" He covered his mouth, a shiver of disgust going down his spine. "You… Hugh… You're going to take a bath right now with soap before you get sick, and then you're going to eat breakfast. You need something nutritious or else you'll get fat. And I won't listen to any arguments.
Mika whined. "I don't want toooooooooo…"
"I don't care." Shirou then went over to the windows. "And open the curtains for once. You need more sunlight."
"Noooo! the sun is evillll." Mika then threw a blanket over herself, hiding from the sunlight that Shirou revealed from the pulled curtains. "Don't you have school?"
"Don't you?"
"I like being a NEET." Mika defended. "You don't."
She made a legitimate point. Before her Third year of Middle School, Mika unexpectedly fell into the world of Otaku-dom, becoming a complete NEET. The only time she ever stepped out of her room after that was either to eat, bathe, or go out to the nearest location to buy the newest volumes of her favorite manga or anime, sometimes for video games, but her preferred method was to order from the internet. Shirou forced her to get her own credit card when she used his to buy a month's worth of anime in one night. She supported her habits by applying for numerous contests with merchandise as the prize or charging to critique anime or video games by certain groups. If she did it full-time, Shirou would have an issue, but much like any junkie, she only worked long enough to support her habit for the next day or two and then coasted on that for several days.
While Shirou didn't necessarily like school, he sure as hell cared more about it than Mika, who couldn't be bothered to get up in the morning for it.
Shirou facepalmed, shaking his head. "Whatever! This is more important." He declared; he got up and made his way out of the room. "Just eat breakfast downstairs and then take a bath WITH SOAP! While I'm out, or so help me, I will burn all of your manga."
Mika was horrified just from hearing his threat. "You wouldn't."
"Try me…"
Shirou had opened the door and was about to step out, but then Mika called out to him.
"Wait!"
Shirou stops and looks back. "What?"
Mika then smiles and places her hands together to form a heart. "I love you."
Shirou was both surprised and confused by the suddenness of that, but he just decided to roll with it.
"…Okay."
He then stepped out the door and left to head to school.
He was already late.
Shirou sighed as he walked through the school gates.
He ended up arriving at the school building late, but it was at least in between classes, so he wouldn't be interrupting anything.
Still, it would have been better if not for the fact that everyone was staring at him as if he was something they had never seen before, and the crowd parted like the Red Sea the moment he came walking through. He may as well have been a feral beast hungrily eyeing a group of prey with the way they were all looking at him; some looked on with fear, others with intimidation, others curious, and some even had looks of admiration. A few of them even stumbled back and knocked over some of their classmates as they tried to put an unnecessarily large amount of distance between him and themselves. Shirou didn't particularly care since this was nothing new for him, and he just kept walking casually like everything was normal.
As he walked past the crowd, making his way to his class, he could hear them as they began whispering among themselves, "subtly" throwing awkward glances in his direction every second or so. Opinions about him varied, while one side of the gossip said he was a kind-hearted soul who looked hard to approach but was actually caring and had sympathy for others. The other side of the gossip believed him to be a demon in human form who was capable of unspeakable evil and causing trouble and chaos for his own enjoyment. His unique reputation of being either a Saint or a Demon was something everyone pondered on at least once, but no one knew which side was true.
None of the opinions matched up. What kind of person Shirou Tsukiharu was changed depending on who you asked in Kuoh town? You only need to open your ears as he walks by. It was for those reasons that people could literally believe ANYTHING about Shirou Tsukiharu, no matter how far-fetched.
And as for Shirou himself, well he never took the time to answer which side was true. For two reasons.
1. He was pretty sure they wouldn't believe him. After having so many rumors started about him, people didn't care about the truth anymore; they just cared about their version of the truth.
2. He felt both sides were wrong. While he didn't consider himself a kind soul, he also didn't believe he was a demon. He just thought of himself as someone who simply lived as he pleased. If others misunderstood his intention and came up with something ridiculous, then that was their problem.
Anyway, after dealing with everyone's watching gazes, he made his way to class, though after sitting in his seat, he just rested his head on his desk and closed his eyes. After having to deal with Mika first thing in the morning, he was still feeling a bit tired and thus slept through class. Once the bell rang and class was over, everyone got up from their seats, except Shirou, who just kept his head down; because of that, he didn't notice someone walking up to him.
"Hey, you awake?"
Shirou recognized the voice and got up. He looked to see that the person who spoke was standing in front of him.
It was one of the two people Shirou didn't mind hanging out with regularly, Aika Kiryuu. Aika is a Second-Year student who is in the same class as Shirou. She wears spectacles, has hazel-colored eyes, and lightly messy brunette hair tied into braids on each side. She was wearing the standard Kuoh Academy female uniform, which consists of a white long-sleeved, button-down shirt with vertical linings, a black ribbon on the collar, a black shoulder cape and matching button-down corset, and a magenta skirt with white accents.
Aika is someone who has a very perverted personality and doesn't feel any need to hide it. Her lewdness is something that most people find disturbing, but despite that, she still has a lot of friends. She and Shirou are known to be good friends; unlike others who mostly avoid Shirou, Aika talks to him without issue, and when talking to him, she acts as though he is like any other guy. Aika was someone who didn't care about labels or how her actions would be looked at by others, and thus, Shirou didn't mind having her around. The two of them even spent some time in a relationship, but one month ago, they split up; even so, they still get along as well as before.
Shirou sat up to greet her. "Oh, hey, Aika."
"What's up? You were late, and you slept through class."
"Mika." That was all Shirou said.
"Ah, I see." Aika replied.
An example of how close they were was that simply saying that one word was all the explanation she needed to know what happened.
"Well, are you awake now?" Aika asked.
"A little, but I still feel like lying down somewhere." Shirou then stood up from his seat. "I'll be on the roof. Mind covering for me?"
Aika smiled.
"Don't worry, I didn't hear a thing."
"Cool."
Shirou then walked out of the classroom and made his way through the hall. He then began to climb up the stairs, and when he reached the top, he opened the door that led him to the roof of the school building. Shirou went to the sidewall and sat down. He simply relaxed and enjoyed the quiet serenity around him, the stress of today just fading off into the wind. After a little while, while the door to the roof opened, Shirou looked to see who it was.
"I had a feeling you'd be up here."
The person who spoke was the second of the two people Shirou didn't mind hanging out with regularly, Ren Todo. Ren was a Second-Year student who was also in the same class as Shirou. He wears the same standard uniform as Shirou, except for him, the blazer was closed. Ren had light brunette hair that was a brighter shade than Aika's, which was straight and well-brushed, and his eyes were a light shade of green. Ren had what you would call bishounen looks; Ren's looks made him liked by many of the female students and hated by many of the male students. His appearance was apposed to Shirou's bad boy looks, and thus, it would be easy to see them as opposites, but, despite that, they were actually friends.
Their friendship started back when they first started at this academy. Even back then, Shirou had a reputation that made him stand out, and because of that, no one could approach him. Ren saw him from a distance since they were in the same class; he was curious about what he was like but didn't know how to break the ice. After a while, he just decided to go for it, even though in the beginning, it was just Ren who tried starting a conversation, and Shirou just ignored him, thinking after a while, he would just go away. But one day, Shirou decided to talk as well, and to his surprise, they quickly hit it off. The two of them spent more time hanging out until they became what you could call friends.
"Ren, how'd you know I was here?"
Ren smiled and walked over to him.
"Well, I saw you weren't heading to next period's classroom, and I figured since you usually spend time up here, then this is where you would be."
Shirou shrugged. "Leave it to you to figure that out."
Ren then stopped in front of him and sat down next to him.
"Mind if I join?" Ren asked.
"Be my guest."
The two of them sat there, letting time go by without a care. Then Ren opened up his backpack and took out a small bottle of alcohol.
"Hey, you want some?" Ren offered.
Shirou just reached out and took it. "Yeah, give it here."
Shirou opened the bottle and took a slip. He then passed it back to Ren, who also took a slip.
"Hey, just a thought, but is it okay for us to drink his early in the day?" Ren asked.
Ren then passed the bottle back to Shirou, and they passed it back and forth while they talked.
"I don't think you should be asking that since you brought it here." Shirou then took another slip. "And besides it's just one bottle, not like we're getting wasted."
"True, hey you mind if I ask you something?" Ren asked.
"Sure, what." Shirou replied.
"Why'd you and Aika break up?"
Shirou stopped drinking at that question and thought for a moment before answering. "Oh, well, I guess it's because... Because honestly, even though we were dating, our relationship didn't really feel different from when we weren't."
"Really?"
"Yeah, it seemed like a good idea at first, but really, we were just acting like we always did, and we didn't really do anything that we couldn't do before we were together." Shirou took another slip. "So we both agreed that the whole thing was a hassle and just ended it, and that's about it."
Ren took the bottle and drank some more. "Huh, and here I was thinking it was because you got tired of all her sexual innuendos."
"Why would that happen? Sure, it's a bit weird, but it's just her thing; I don't have a problem with it."
"Not even the fact that she can check the size of a guy's manhood with her glasses?" Ren asked.
Shirou just looked irritated. "Ren, for the last time, that wasn't real! There's no possible way for someone to do that; she just wants to get a reaction out of everyone."
"Really? 'cause you know about those two guys in our class that always spy on the girls' kendo club? I've heard that the one with glasses can check the sizes of a girl's measurements."
"Ren, the fact that you believe any of this crap worries me." Shirou said, annoyed. "Just because they say it doesn't mean it's true; I mean, come on, you don't get X-ray vision just from wearing glasses."
"Well, what about that time she said "You've got a big one." was it not true?"
There was now an awkward silence in the air, and they both just stopped talking for a moment.
Shirou then turned to look at Ren. "I'm going to let that one slide and just let you blame it on the alcohol."
"Yeah... I don't even know why I asked that."
They decide to end the awkwardness by drinking more of the alcohol.
"Still, though, she'll never know if it was true." Ren said. "Not unless you sleep with her."
"No, I did sleep with her." Shirou casually said.
There was now another awkward silence in the air as Ren turned to look at Shirou, who was just casually drinking.
"What?"
"Yeah, it's true."
"But how? I mean, when?" Ren asked.
"About a few weeks after we started going out." Shirou remembered. "She was doing her usual innuendos, and I decided "Fine if that's what you want," and so we just did it, y'know, as they say, just get it over with."
"That's it, just like that?"
"Yep, and surprisingly enough, it felt really good; I mean, it was my first time, so I didn't have anything to compare it to, but I know what I like. We actually did it several times while we were together."
"Wow," Ren was surprised by all he had heard. "Is that why she only talks normally to you? I thought she just decided to drop the gag."
"Ren people don't drop their gags; they just drop who they use it on."
"Why didn't you tell me this before?"
"Heh, yeah, right; who just casually brings up when they had sex with someone."
"True, that would just be weird."
Ren takes another sip from the bottle, but then he notices the bottle is now empty. "Hey Shirou, we're out of alcohol."
"What, let me see." Shirou takes the bottle and sees that it's indeed empty. "Well, that's over."
Shirou then stands up and begins to leave.
"Hey, where are you going?" Ren asked.
"Well, I'm wide awake now, but I need to sober up." Shirou said, heading for the door.
"You're not going to class?"
"Of course not; I can't go to class with alcohol in my breath." Shirou pointed out. "Do me a favor and cover for me."
Ren sighed but smiled nonetheless. "Sure thing,"
Shirou nodded and walked out the door; he made his way downstairs, out of the school building, and finally left the school gate.
With that, Shirou had left the school grounds as quickly as he came.
Shirou was now walking down the sidewalk, trying to think of where he should go now.
Shirou was glad that he could spend time with Aika and Ren; he just wished everyone else wasn't so hung up on rumors that they couldn't get within a certain radius of him.
The rumours first started when he was in Middle School when he got into a fight with some bullies who were stealing lunch money from some of his classmates. The problem was he wasn't good at holding back his strength and didn't realize how weak they were compared to him. The result was they all gained serious injuries, including cracked or broken bones. And while the ones he saved were grateful, the ones who watched were terrified. The rumors began there, with both sides telling different sides of the story. But things didn't end there; the ones he beat up got their older Brothers to come the next day, though he beat them up too. Then they brought their friends, and he beat them next. The cycle repeated along like a pattern. Shirou didn't really want to fight them, but he wouldn't back down from a challenge, and while he didn't start fights, he would always end them.
Shirou didn't just fight for himself, though. Sometimes, he saw a guy or a girl being picked on, and he beat up the abuser, or he found a certain someone and beat up that someone before taking what they had and returning it to its true owner. His actions made some look at him as a hero, but his methods made others see him as a brutal thug. Shirou didn't deny that he was a Delinquent, but he hardly thought of himself as someone as bad as they described. At the same time, he had no intention of calling himself a hero either; he just hated seeing people cause trouble for others and act like it was their right simply because they were stronger than their victims. Maybe there were other ways to deal with them besides fighting, but fighting was all he knew; he'd been fighting his whole life and saw no reason to stop doing something that hadn't failed to work.
"There you are, Tsukiharu! I've been looking for ya."
Speaking of fighting.
Shirou turned around to see the person standing behind him; it was Takeru Saito. Saito was someone Shirou didn't hate but didn't like, at least not enough to call him a friend; he was more of an acquaintance. Saito was also a second-year student, though he was in a different class than Shirou. He wears the same standard uniform as Shirou, except the sleeves on the blazer were cut off, making it more of a vest, and the top three buttons on his T-shirt were undone. Saito had dark purple hair with red highlights in his front bangs that were messy and spiky going down, and his eyes were black. Saito had the same bad boy look that Shirou had; both of Saito's hands were wrapped in bandages, which showed he regularly used them for fighting.
Saito was someone who fought with Shirou almost every day. Before Shirou lived in Kuoh, Saito was the Strongest Delinquent in town; he'd get into fights with anyone who so much as looked at him funny, and regardless of who he was up against, he always came out on top. That changed when he met Shirou. Saito was curious about Shirou because of the rumors, so he challenged him. To his shock, Shirou thrashed him, and to make it worse, Shirou didn't look like he'd even broken a sweat. From that day, Saito decided he wouldn't fight anyone else until he settled things with Shirou. That was months ago, and they haven't stopped fighting since. Shirou himself didn't really care about being known as the Strongest Delinquent, but he still fought Saito because he considered it good training; Saito was someone he actually had to try to defeat, though not to the point where he never thought he would lose. Saito was definitely stronger than he used to be, but Shirou grew stronger at a faster rate and had more fighting experience; thus, he knew he would win. People would often say, "If it's one-on-one, Shirou will win," no matter who he went up against.
"Saito, I had a feeling it was that time of the day."
Shirou raised his fist to prepare for a fight, and Saito cracked his knuckles.
"Hope you're ready, Tsukiharu, this time it's over for you."
"That's what they all say."
Saito then rushed forward and started the fight with a straight punch aimed at Shirou's face. Shirou easily saw it coming and grabbed his forearm. Saito tried punching him with his other arm, but Shirou was faster and punched him on his right cheek; the impact of the hit sent him back a few steps. Saito felt some of his blood drip from his lips, but he ignored it. This time, Shirou rushed him and let loose a barrage of punches. Saito, knowing he couldn't dodge, let loose his own barrage of punches. Their fists clashed at high speed, but Saito could feel he was taking more damage than Shirou. Hoping to catch him off guard, Saito raises his leg and tries to hit Shirou with a high kick. Unfortunately, Shirou had the same idea and raised his leg to block Saito's kick; Shirou then saw that Saito's guard was down due to being surprised that his attack was blocked; taking advantage of this opening, Shirou jumped up and used his other leg to deliver a strong to Saito in the stomach.
That kick knocked some of the wind out of him, and Shirou moved in to continue his assault. Shirou rains down a rapid amount of hard punches to Saito's stomach and chest, which not only pushes him back but also doesn't give him a chance to defend or counterattack. Shirou ends his assault with a final punch aimed at Saito's face. That punch knocked him back and into a wall that was behind him. Planning to end the fight, Shirou delivered his final punch to Saito's stomach, which, with so much force, cracked some of the concrete walls behind him. Having taken so much damage, Saito fell, unable to stand up.
Shirou, knowing the fight was over, approached Saito.
"That makes this win #157. Well, I'm all sobered up, so I can't complain."
Saito looked up, facing Shirou with narrowed eyes and a smirk on his face, breathing heavily.
"…Damn it Tsukiharu… you are hard to put down… cough, are you sure… you're not really a demon…"
"If you want to believe that, then go ahead." Shirou turned around to leave. "Still, I gotta say, I thought beating down the same person every day would get boring after a while, but here you are still making it interesting for me. I mean, you'll never beat me, mind you, but at least you make it fun."
Shirou began walking away. As Saito watched him leave, he looked up at the sky and thought about what Shirou said, amused.
"I'll never beat you, you say…? Heh, who cares about that."
Shirou was now walking through town and feeling better about today.
"Well, now I'm awake and I'm sober, so what to do now?"
As Shirou pondered what to do, he found his answer. He saw a group of rough-looking guys walking into a dark alley with a terrified girl. Feeling that the situation could only get worse, Shirou decided to follow them.
"Huh, two fights in one day, that hasn't happened in a while."
As Shirou made his way into the alley, the others quickly noticed him.
"Well, well, if it isn't the Silver Yaksha himself, Tsukiharu."
There were about a dozen rough-looking guys there, and the girl was a little bit shorter than Shirou. She had long black hair and was wearing an unfamiliar red student uniform.
"Silver Yaksha?" Shirou asked. "Before, it was the "Demon of Kuoh," then the "Strongest Brawler," and after that, it was the "Dark Prince." Now this, seriously, who comes up with these names?"
Shirou then walked up to the girl and stood in front of her.
Shirou was now immediately serious. "Listen 'cause I'm only asking this once. What do you bastards think you're doing?"
"We were just about to have some fun with our new lady friend, but then you showed up." The shady character in front punched his open left hand, grinning while the rest started taking out weapons. "Now that you're here, though, we can dish out some payback from last time."
"Either you hit your head last time and don't remember, or you still don't get how weak you losers are yet." Shirou said watching his enemies, waiting for them to make a move. "But don't worry, I don't mind showing you again."
"What'd you say, punk?" One of the thugs, some bald-headed youth in an orange hoodie, asked, getting ready to fight.
"I said you guys are all weak, small fry." Shirou said without any fear, and also a smirk on his face, knowing his plan to get in their heads was working. "And I can beat each of you… with just one blow."
"That does it!" The orange hoodie was the first to throw a punch.
Shirou simply tilted his head to the right, and the punch harmlessly passed by. "Same as always, so easy to read." Shirou formed a fist with his hand to throw a backhanded punch at the orange hoodie. The strength behind the punch was so great that it knocked him off the ground and into a wall. After he hit the wall, he lost consciousness. Shirou still looked bored, while the rest of the thugs looked pissed at him. "Next."
At Shirou's call, several more of them rushed him with no plan or sense of coordination.
"Asshole!"
"You're so fucking dead!"
"Kick his ass!"
"Stomp him into the ground!"
Shirou just stood there, waiting for them to come to him. "Well, the back of my hand is warmed up, so I'll finish this quick." He sidestepped, ducked, dodged, and weaved through several crowbars, baseball bats, and flailing limbs, readying their moves all the while. "Okay, that's enough of that." He then jumped up and split mid-air, kicking two of them in the face and taking them out of the fight. The moment he landed, he blitzed toward two others and spread out his arms, hitting them both with a lariat, knocking them out, too. Without missing a beat, he moved on to the next three, and before they could react, he hit one with a strong left hook, the second with a right cross, and the third with a powerful uppercut, and in an instant, they were all down. One more thug tried attacking him from behind and was running up to him, but Shirou heard him coming and simply raised his fist, causing it to collide with his attacker's face and thus knocking him down. There were now only three enemies left.
"Well, that was mildly annoying." He faced the remaining three, who were now feeling fearful. "I forgot to mention this. I'm used to fighting large groups, so if you attack me at the same time, it'll work to my advantage."
[NOW YOU TELL US!?] The remaining three yelled in unison.
Apparently, one of them still felt like trying his luck, and the next thing he knew, he tried to hit Shirou upside the head with a 42-inch-long piece of iron. But Shirou just waited for it to reach the reaching distance and then reached out to grab it. The grunt tried pulling it free from Shirou's grip, but Shirou was too strong. He then pulled the iron pole closer with great strength, and the grunt still holding it was pulled in as well. Shirou used that momentum to his advantage and landed a punch upside his head, so he was out, too.
"You guys don't seem to get it. Titles and names I get from others are meaningless to me, but the one thing that's true is this: no matter how many of you try to gang up on me, I won't lose." Shirou started walking towards the remaining two. They thought about running but were now too afraid to even attempt it; all they could do was stand there stiff. "Because you're just a pack of losers, and I am Shirou-sama!"
With that, he grabbed both of them by their necks. "I said I'd beat you with one blow, and I'm a man of my word." And thus, he slammed their heads into each other, and with that, the last of his opponents were down. The fight had ended.
"And that's the end of that, could hardly call it a fight though." Shirou turned his head, looking at the frightened girl on the ground. "You alright there?"
The girl nodded timidly, but Shirou couldn't help but feel something was... "off" about her somehow.
"Is… Is it over?"
"Since I doubt they'll be getting up anytime soon, I believe so." Shirou confirmed. He held out his hand and helped her on her feet. "You should be more careful next time; after all, it's not safe walking down this alley on your own; really, if I wasn't here, then—" That was when the girl immediately embraced Shirou, wrapping her arms around his torso. "…Why am I being hugged?"
"Thank you so much, Tsukiharu-kun!"
Shirou knew she was grateful, but he still felt annoyed by her sudden embrace, and he still didn't feel right about her. "Whatever…" Things got stranger for him when this strange girl suddenly beamed at him with admiring eyes. "As I was saying, if I wasn't here, you would've been a goner. Don't let this happen again."
"You're my hero."
"Oh, please." Shirou scoffed. "You seriously don't know me very well; that's why you think that. I only saved you because I can't stand guys like them, and by the way, let go of me."
"Wait!" The girl wrapped her arms around him tighter. "Please, before you go, can you walk home with me?"
"And why would I do that?" She embraced him tighter, causing her breasts to press up against him, though that only succeeded in annoying him further.
"Please! I don't know if I can on my own." The girl begged.
"Tch… Fine, fine already!" Shirou groaned, accepting her request. "Just hurry up, and for the love of God, let go of me!" Shirou broke out of the girl's grasp and started walking out of the alley while she followed.
Shirou was not happy right now, and to make things worse, he realized he had no explanation for why he would return home so early.
The day had been going well before, but now it was bothersome again.
He couldn't figure out how to shake Yuuma off of him.
The girl he had rescued, Yuuma Amano, wouldn't leave him alone. In the end, he had no choice but to walk her home; all in all, it wasn't how he wanted to spend his time.
"So your house is this way, right?" Shirou asked with a groan as he dealt with the annoying looks he received from people as they passed by. They likely misunderstood the situation as Yuuma being his girlfriend. Yuuma hardly helped the situation by grabbing his hand every now and then only for him to quickly free himself, shooting Yuuma a bemused look. The girl seemed to always put on a frustrated look of her own only to quickly change her expression back to her previous pleasantness. Shirou could never picture himself having a girlfriend like Yuuma in the first place. Honestly, before Aika, he'd never had close interactions or so much as kissed anyone. Although there was that one childhood friend… He shook his head. "Nah, guys don't count." They were now walking through the park. "What are you doing this far away from home anyway? I don't believe you attend my school."
Yuuma's eyes were now completely shrouded by her hair. "W-Well, I—" Yuuma then stopped walking, and Shirou wondered what was up with her strange change in her mood. "Tsukiharu-kun, can I ask you something?"
Shirou wasn't sure where she was going with this, but she decided to hear her out. "I'll probably regret this, but sure, what is it?"
Yuuma then leaned in closer and rested her head on his shoulder; she whispered in his ear in a sickening voice that made Shirou's body tense. "…Would you please die for me?"
Shirou quickly moved on instinct and jumped, but this action saved him since in Yuuma's hands was some kind of bright light in the form of a blade that she had just tried to stab him through the chest with. "Yeahhhh, I'm gonna have to say no to that."
Suddenly, the world around them changed color; a dark purple aura blanketed the scenery, and the sky was now a kaleidoscope of dark purple, light purple, dark blue, and black. However, Shirou didn't have time to ponder that as he kept his focus on the strange girl in front of him. Yuuma's kind and gentle face from before was now completely gone. Instead, it was replaced by a smile filled with sadism and malice.
Then, giant black wings sprouted from her back—Large, black, feathery wings. Her clothes seemed to vanish, and she grew a bit taller, taking on a more mature appearance. Her eyes changed, taking on a darker, more evil look.
Her clothing also changed dramatically, now consisting of black, strap-like objects (resembling leather) around and under her breasts, a thong-like piece held around her hips by three thin straps, gloves that ran right up her arms with small lengths of chains hanging from them, shoulder guard-like objects on her shoulders with three large spikes sprouting from her right shoulder, and black thigh-high heel boots.
"Heh, I'm legitimately surprised you dodged that." "Yuuma" taunted in a darker, more mature voice. "Tell me, did you have your guard up the whole time?"
"Yeah, from the moment I first saw you, my instincts told me something was off about you." Shirou glared daggers at her. "Who the hell are you?!"
"I have no reason to tell you that." Yuuma then conjured up another weapon made of light. "I'm sure you're wondering why I've come to kill you."
"Not really."
"It's because… Wait, what did you just say?" She asked, confused.
Shirou had a blank look on his face. "I don't really care about why, just who."
"Yuuma" couldn't believe what she was hearing. All the tension built up a moment ago had vanished.
"Wait, you're telling me that someone appears out of nowhere with the intent to kill you, and you don't even care why?!"
"Look, I've had people want me dead for whatever reason longer than you'd think possible." Shirou said, not really feeling bothered by that fact. "If I took the time to hear the reason all the time, I'd never get anything done."
"Yuuma" now looked frustrated. "You idiot! My reason is nothing like those; it's of much greater importance than whatever moron you've dealt with in the past!"
"You say that, but I think it's more like you spent the whole day prepared to say it, and you're upset that I'm not interested." Shirou said in a condescending tone.
She would never admit it, but he was partly right, and thus, she tried to salvage this situation and say it anyway.
"My reason you ask?" "Yuuma" asked rhetorically, clearly annoyed by Shirou's lack of interest. "Well then, I'll explain."
"Oh, so you're doing anyway?" Shirou interrupted, still bored. "Guess I was right then."
"I'm here under orders from my superiors." "Yuuma" continued on, pretending not to hear Shirou's interruption. "They deemed that your Sacred Gear could be a threat to us and kept you under surveillance. Now, it's fallen onto me to eliminate you before you grow into a threat in the future."
"So what you're saying is, you were ordered by someone whom I've seen or heard of to watch me from afar because they felt threatened by something I supposedly have that I myself have no idea about, and now you're going to kill me because you assume it's what they want, but haven't actually confirmed it." Shirou commented. "You're right; that reason isn't like the others. It's much stupider."
"What do you know!" "Yuuma" was now angry at Shirou's condescending attitude. "This mission was of the utmost importance; that's why I was sent."
"Really? I thought it was because they were short on staff."
"Yuuma" was now foaming but did her best to hold it in.
"My plan to lure you here was flawless." "Yuuma" explained while trying to control her temper. "I was going to make you fall desperately in love with me through some "heartfelt confession" on a bridge at sunset, ask you out on a date, and then kill you the very next setting sun."
"That doesn't sound flawless at all; it sounds more like you needlessly making something long and complicated out of a simple "Get from point A to point B". Really, it's not that hard."
"Shut up! It was clever!" "Yuuma" snapped.
"Noooot really, first of all, I'd never fall in love with some random girl I just met one day just because she asked me out, hell I probably would have just rejected the date altogether. Secondly, if you really wanted to just kill me, wouldn't it have been more effective to just approach me when I wasn't looking, stab me in the throat, and end it there?"
"…"
"Yuuma" stood silently, processing all she had just heard, and couldn't believe three things.
1. Her entire plan was now sounding both unnecessary and flawed.
2. This whole time, nothing he had pointed out hadn't even crossed her mind until he said it.
3. The very fact that the person she was supposed to kill was lecturing her on how she should have killed him.
"Though not like it matters now." Shirou continued. "Since we already meet because of those thugs in the alley."
She broke out of her thoughts and re-entered the conversation.
"That's right, my whole plan was thrown out the window because of them. You weren't supposed to meet me in that alleyway. I better make sure to hunt down and kill those worthless thugs after this. Still, I was lucky it lured you in; you just couldn't resist playing the hero, could you?" She mocked.
"Hey, I wanted to save you from being gang-banged, although I should have just left you. I mean, look at how you're dressed; you're practically asking to be gang-banged."
That was the last straw for "Yuuma" after that, her rage broke loose.
"THAT'S IT! FUCK THIS AND FUCK YOU!"
In her rage, she hurled her light weapon at him. But since he could see it coming, he waved to his right and dodged. "Okay, she's actually strong, didn't see that coming." He thought as he dodged. "Yuuma" wasn't finished; she kept conjuring up more spears and throwing them at him, and Shirou kept dodging them. He didn't know how much damage those things would cause, but he wasn't foolish enough to find out while fighting for his life. While dodging, he thought about this situation.
"Okay, I'm fighting something I've never seen before, that uses powers I don't know about, who wants to kill me because I have something I couldn't begin to understand, told to her by people I don't know…, Wow this has never happened before. But I can deal with it; my first priority is beating her. I'll figure the rest out later, which means I need to get in close and land some hits."
Fortunately, Shirou had experience fighting in situations where he had to attack his opponent while taking great care to dodge their weapons. There were a few times when he fought enemies who used poison knives; this might be a bit different, but the fundamental idea was the same.
"Here I come!"
Shirou then changed his movements; he was waiving and dodging side to side while rushing forward toward "Yuuma," who continued throwing spears at him. As he got closer, it was getting harder to dodge her attacks; some of the spears of light started to graze him, thus leaving small cuts around his body. But fortunately, he dodged long enough to get into her striking zone.
Now that he was in close range, "Yuuma" stopped throwing her spears and instead used the one in her hand to try and slash him. She swung her spear at Shirou's right, but Shirou crouched down to avoid it. He swiftly followed up by sliding past her side and got behind her. "Yuuma" tried turning around to continue her attack, but as she turned her head to face him, Shirou used his full strength to hit her face with a heavy punch. The punch caught her by surprise, and the spear in her hand vanished. The punch would have knocked her away from him, but Shirou took this chance and grabbed the arm that was holding the spear, not missing a beat; Shirou used his free arm to deliver another punch on her forearm while holding it in place.
SSCCLICK!
"AAAAGGHHH!"
The result of the offense was "Yuuma's" left arm was now completely broken; her arm was bent sideways and bruised all over her forearm in a dark black color and was bent in a way that looked as painful as it sounded. Shirou split the bone in her forearm just as he intended. As for "Yuuma," she fell to her knees and held on to her ruined arm while screaming in pain. Shirou then stood there and reviewed his work.
"Huh, guess even if you can make those weird light attacks, you're more or less psychically the same as a human; good to know."
"You… YOU BASTARD!"
"Yuuma" roared in both pain and rage, never once believing Shirou could wound her like this. She then used her wings to fly up in the air and hovered above him. Though upset, she knew she was inferior to him in strength so she decided to now continue the fight from the sky and simply kill him from a safe distance. This time, she summoned a spear much larger than any previous ones. She uses her right arm, being unable to move her left arm without feeling intense pain.
"Just try and dodge this!"
Filled with murderous intent, she unleashed the spear. Shirou ran to dodge it, but as it hit the ground, it built up into a large and powerful explosion. Even though Shirou could dodge the spear, he couldn't outrun the explosion that came after, and thus, he was hit by a fair amount of damage. The explosion knocked him off his feet and flung him through the air. He then landed on the ground on his back.
"Aah, I really felt that one."
"Yuuma" grinned sadistically, glad that her attack succeeded. "Hahahahah, too bad you couldn't dodge it." She then conjures up another one. "Here, why don't you try again!" She once again hurled the large spear at Shirou. Shirou, realizing that taking a direct hit from one of those things would be trouble, quickly got up and tried to escape the blast radius.
This started a pattern: "Yuuma" throws her spear, Shirou dodges the spear, and the after explosion hits him with damage. After following this pattern two or three more times, Shirou can feel his injuries piling up and knows he won't last much longer at this rate. At the same time, "Yuuma" can feel herself running low on magic. Both of them realize they have to end this soon.
"Okay, I can't reach her from up there, so I gotta make her come to me." Shirou thought of a plan to finish this battle. "This better work, or I'm dead."
Shirou then stopped and spread both his arms out. "Hey! Yuuma! Come and get me!"
"Yuuma" was confused by this action. She wondered if this was part of some plan he had but quickly dismissed that thought. At this point, she didn't have enough magic power to create any more of her larger spears of light and thus couldn't attack him in a way he couldn't dodge. That and her added fatigue weighed on her mind, making her desperate to end this fight as soon as she could.
"So you've finally decided to give up, huh?" "Yuuma" summoned an ordinary spear of light and charged at Shirou with the intent to kill him. "IT'S OVER!"
She then closed in and stabbed her spear into his stomach; the spear pierced Shirou's stomach and ran through his body. Blood split out of his mouth and his stomach, which was stabbed; he also had bleeding wounds around his body, including his shoulder, his arms, and his left ankle, though they were much more shallow. "Yuuma" marveled at her work and felt relief believing she had finally won, and because of that, she relaxed her guard, thinking that Shirou would soon be dead; she felt safe.
That, however, was what Shirou was waiting for. "You're right, it is over."
Before she could react, Shirou clenched both his first, and with as much speed as he could muster, he drew both his arms in and unleashed a punch on the arm "Yuuma" used to hold the Spear of Light. This attack was different from the first one. This one attacked her from both sides at the same time, which caused the damage to be much worse.
SSSCCRRACKKK!
"UUUUGGGHHHHH!"
This time, the result ended with the bones of her right forearm being broken into pieces. It was a gruesome sight; this time, her arm was bent upwards, and it wasn't just bruised; it was bleeding all over, and there was even some bone that was sticking out. The instant the pain registered, she immediately let go of the spear, causing it to fade, and was on the ground, wailing in pain. Both her arms were now ruined and usable. Shirou stood before her, listening to her pained screams, but felt no guilt or mercy.
After a few minutes of this, "Yuuma" tried to stand up and glared daggers at Shirou. "You… How dare yo—" She was interrupted as Shirou kicked her in the stomach the moment she stood upright. Shirou was intending to end this right now. After the kick, Shirou brought both his hands together and hit her with a double axe handle to the head, inflicting major damage and causing her to collapse. Before she could hit the ground, however, Shirou reached out and grabbed her by the neck; he then lifted her up and finished it by slamming her into the ground.
"Maybe I forget to mention something to you… I'm known for my brutality."
"Yuuma" Barely heard him as she was lying on the ground, on her back, barely able to stay conscious. Everything hurt; she'd never felt pain like this in her life. She couldn't understand how this could happen. How could a human, one who knew nothing about the supernatural, one who hadn't even awakened his Sacred Gear, reduce her to such a pitiful state? It made no sense; she then looked up to see his face.
And that was when she saw it.
Somehow, for some unknown reason, something had changed about him. As she looked at his glaring face, she saw something that both shocked and horrified her. Shirou's eyes were now glowing in a bright golden color, completely different from his normal blue. But what changed wasn't just his eyes. There was now a dark, black aura wrapped around his body. "Yuuma" didn't know what these were or where they came from, but she felt an overwhelming terror entering her mind just from seeing them both. As Shirou raised his fist, preparing for one final strike, "Yuuma's" fear increased; she felt like prey caught by a predator; it was as if the boy standing above her, who was only a few inches taller than her, was now a giant towering over her. After seeing that, fear and adrenaline were coursing through her, and she quickly got up while ignoring her pain and flew; she flew away as fast as she could, not caring which direction she went in, just wanting to escape that monster.
Shirou watched her leave, uncaring if she was escaping since he didn't have the energy to go after her, and more importantly, she wasn't important enough to be concerned about through his eyes. Speaking of his eyes, now that she was gone, both the glow in his eyes and the dark aura around him faded; he was back to normal, but Shirou himself never even noticed the change. As she was out of sight, the darkness that covered the sky and the scenery was gone, and the world around him returned to the way it was.
"Damn it, I didn't learn a thing, and I still have no idea why any of this shit even happened."
Irritated by today's unexplained events, Shirou decided to just head home. However, as he took one step, a wave of pain flooded through him. All the damage from the fight, especially the stab wound from the spear, flowed through him, and he struggled to stay on his feet. All the excitement from the battle to the death was enough to keep him going before, but now he was seriously injured and needed help.
"Damn it, my vision is fading." Shirou was using all his strength to stay on his feet. "I can't fall asleep, or I'll die. Grrr, I've got to make it; I can't die to this, not to some psychopathic stripper with wings."
It was taking all the willpower he had to stay awake.
"I can't die here… I need to live… I want to live… I can't afford to die yet… I still have things I need to do...…. Mika."
Just as he had those thoughts in his head, a sudden light appeared before him. His vision had blurred to the point where he could no longer see, but he could hear footsteps approaching him, and before he blacked out, he heard a soft voice.
"You truly are strong to still be standing even now." She said. "If you desire to live, then I'll save you, and in exchange, you will live for my sake."
And that's the first chapter of my Shirou story, and like I said, Shirou is strong. As for my OCs, Ren Todo and Takeru Saito, they're also important to the story, so heads up. As for Aika being his ex, that's just something I wanted to do, alright. As you saw, my Shirou has less of the who "Fuck everything" attitude and is a little more open, the thing is, that's how I'd want Shirou to be. And as for his eyes and aura, that's something that will be explained later, but trust me, it's a long story. BTW what did you think of the fight? Was it too brutal?
Anyway, thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed. If you want more, leave a review. If you like the story, click the follow/favorite button. As always, have an awesome day.
