<a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6281893/4/' target='_blank' rel='nofollow'>~Fate / inertia dawn~</a>
Chapter III - Krieg
Present Day:
For half a decade, the life of Shirou Emiya has been a simple one.
Wake up. Do morning training. Eat breakfast with Sakura and Taiga (while putting up with TaigaÆs antics). Go to school. Take care of repairs as Homurabara AcademyÆs unofficial handyman. Go to work. Eat dinner with Sakura and Taiga. Do my magus ôtrainingö. Take care of more repairs. Go to sleep. Wake up.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
That was the daily routine IÆd become accustomed to, which an outsider might find mundane, safeàpredictable, with each day a seeming repetition of the one before. But if one looked closely, one could see that no two were quite the same, for no matter how trivial slight differences may seem, they build upon one another, making each day an irreplaceable moment one can never go back to once it was gone.
So I find myself thinking (while musing on the aptness of ôMay you live in interesting timesö as a curse) after everything changed in the course of an evening, when I was unceremoniously dragged kicking and screaming into the moonlit world.
ItÆs an elegant, poetic name, evoking a land of mysteries and shadow pictures, where the watery light of the snow moon hides the flaws laid bare by day. Another world where miracles are everyday occurrences and reality is the stuff of dreamsùor better say nightmares, as the name belies its ugly nature. For those who were fully part of that world, everyday brushes with the profane and the forbidden were common, with the heartless grim reaper the only true companion such a being might have in an otherwise solitary existence.
Kiritsugu had warned me of such a thing û that to be a magus was to walk alongside death, to live a life of danger, deceit, and disappointment û and I had accepted it the moment I first constructed a Magic Circuit, where any misstep could be my end. Intellectually, I had known that one day, when I was ready, I would enter that ruthless world of mysteries and unpleasant truths so I better learn how to save peopleùbut I had never expected that people already part of that world would take an interest in a magus of low caliber as I was now.
Ready or not, a trial was upon me, and somehow I knew that if I failedùor refused to face it, that would be my end, as surely as my spilled lifeblood stained the night a crimson hue.
Mysterious figures, alongside those familiar, but unexpected.
The ôenforcer of the Associationö who could have killed me at any time, wielding with ease a great sword that would have seemed unwieldy in anyone elseÆs hands, and terrible magics the like of which I had never seenùa being on a completely different level from anything I had ever thought possible.
The rose-haired gun-blade wielder who calls me ôMasterö, a beautiful but deadly warrior whose soft features hide inhuman abilities--though not quite up to par with the "enforcer's."
The lance-bearing knight, referred to as "Servant Lancerö, whose youthful appearance does not extend to aged and weary eyes.
And of course, there is Rin Tohsaka, the school idol that most of the track team seems to worship Mitsuzuri-san seems to have issues with, and I...um... I kind of admire. Apparently, she's a rather powerful magus--and her real self is utterly different from the front she puts up at school.
At this rate, the ethics teacher will turn out to be an undercover assassin. Or maybe the mysterious Sajyou Ayaka, who runs the occult club, will actually be a witch hiding in plain sight.
...stranger things have happened.
With all of the recent upheavals, I have resigned myself to taking comfort in the few truths that I am fairly certain of.
One of which being that Tohsaka is right: Lancer can make tea.
I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, given that he seems Japanese and tea ceremonies were once a symbol of the samurai class, but it is still a little unsettling how he can go from mad warrior to brooding wallflower in the blink of an eye.
Some time has passed since Tohsaka forced me to invite her into my home so she could fill me in on what the hell is going on. Currently, we are seated across from each other at the dining table, sipping tea as she tries to figure out where to begin explaining, and I'm running through the few scraps of information I have so that I won't seem completely uninformed.
...no one wants to look foolish in front of someone they admire, after all.
The atmosphere in the room is, well, hard to pin down, and tension and uncertainty swirl about in a devil's brew, mingling with confusion, disappointment, weariness, and a host of other things--and that's just the faint impressions from the two of us.
The presence our "Servants" does not help matters, with "Lancer" and "Saber" standing behind Tohsaka and myself respectively like silent sentinels, watching for any attempt on the part of the other to violate the uneasy peace. No truce has been declared, no alliance made, and so our Servants remain vigilant in case this is a trap. At first glance, this doesn't seem to be the case, with the pink-haired swordswoman coolly glancing about the room and over at the spearman every once in a while, while the spearman in turn is withdrawn, utterly apathetic about the goings on around him.
But to accept those surface impressions as truth would be foolish, as a more discerning eye reveals that that both are closely watching the other, assessing the threat each poses, the abilities that each has revealed, and everything else they know of the other. Hard, cold, gazes, but not out of animosity, simply out of professional concern, as neither have any reason to trust the other.
For some reason, that really bugs me.
True, when Lancer appeared and blew up my backyard with a cast of his spear, I was nearly caught in the blast, but he and Tohsaka showed up to stop the monster in human shape trying to kill me, so they should be allies...right? After all, conventional wisdom would have it that the enemy of my enemy is my friend...though from Saber and Lancer's mutual attitude, they see the enemy of an enemy as merely the enemy of an enemy, nothing more and nothing less.
I get the sinking feeling that Tohsaka shares that viewpoint as her eyes flick from me to my Servant, and then to the mark on the back of my hand, her lips tightening ever so slightly as if forcing down something she found distasteful.
...she was a lot more transparent than when she was at school, but maybe she simply figured that if both of us knew the other was a magus, neither of us had anything to hide. Which isn't quite true, since I don't quite want her to know of my weakness - not my weakness in using magecraft, mind you, but that I found her...quite attractive.
Still, even if she doesn't like the situation, at least Tohsaka is willing to put that aside to get me up to speed, instead of leaving me in the dark like she could have done. It's certainly nice of her, though it does detract from the aloof image of the ice queen she likes to present. B-but I'm sure she didn't save my life and decide to fill me in about these odd happenings because she likes me or anything. I wouldn't want to get the wrong idea.
ôThe first rule about the Holy Grail War is this,ö Tohsaka begins at last, stirring from her reverie, setting down her teacup, and assuming a lecturer's pose, sitting upright with the elbow resting on a palm, as her free hand gestured and gesticulated to emphasize important points. ô æYou do not talk about the Holy Grail War.Æ ö
àI can't help but think I'd heard something like that before, though exactly where escaped me. I just knew it had something to do with explosions, mayhem, and...fat -- I think Makidera-san mentioned something about it? Regardless of what it reminded me of though, it gives me the distinct impression that the following explanation would be more convoluted than I anticipated--or desired.
And I'm right. Tohsaka's explanation is long, detailed, and confusing enough that I regret not taking notes on it. Geez, you'd think that she thought of all this as the basics of the basics, which even an amateur like myself (I admit it) should already know. Right now, asking her to stop so I could take notes would probably just end up making her mad at me - and I mean really mad - so I figure I might as well try to absorb as much of what she is saying as I can.
After the altercation with the man in black, I already have enough repairs to make to my shed and the yard - I don't need to give Tohsaka's Servant an excuse to blow up my dining room too. Saber could probably stop him from killing me, but not before he inflicts major property damage...and Old Man Fujimura wouldn't be too happy if I asked him for a loan.
Still, I can barely understand half of what Tohsaka is saying. Heck, even Lancer looks bored out of his mind, except he clearly knows better than to say anything.
From her explanation, I piece together the following: The woman that I somehow summoned (and yes, the swirl of light and power was apparently a summoning - something which should have been far beyond my level of ability) is something like a familiar. I say "like" because normally a familiar is weaker than the magus, but not in this case, with Saber being as far beyond me as...well...that man in black. But it makes sense, given that she is apparently a "heroine" out of legend, summoned forth to do battle in a free-for-all between magi with the prize being the Holy Grail."
...wait, that Holy Grail? And if these "Servants" are supposed to be heroes of legend, then why don't I recognize Rin's Servant, whose name she blurted out by mistake? I don't know of any hero named Shinji Ikari, much less a spear-wielder, of which there aren't too many in Japanese legend.
But I push these thoughts aside as Tohsaka sums up her long explanation with nine simple words: A fight to the death, to put it simply.
I don't really react to this dramatic summation.
As someone who wants to be a hero of justice, my blood should be boiling at the realization that a sick "game" like this is taking place, that in a quest for unlimited power, seven magi...well, six if you don't include me, intent on killing one another will be blasting through Fuyuki without care for who else might get hurt.
It should be, but at the moment, IÆm actually feeling more confused than anything else.
Tohsaka sighs dejectedly, as if she can read my thoughts. ôYouÆre still feeling a little lost, arenÆt you?ö
I blink. I don't think I was that obvious about it.
ôDoes it show on my face or something?ö I ask, curious at how she could see through me so easily. This is bad. If she can read what I'm feeling just by looking at me, then I don't stand a chance of--
ôNo," Tohsaka says, hiding a smirk behind her hand. "You said it out loud.ö
...well, shit.
Did that really happen?
ôIf that's a problem, Emiya-kun, you might want to get that checked outàö the school idol ribs coyly, rather more amused than I am comfortable with.
ôWhat? Oh. Nope, no, not a problem," I ramble. "Uh...heh...it just kind of slipped out, I guess.ö So I admit to Tohsaka as I scratch my head out of a nervous reflex. ôThis is kind of a lot to swallow.ö
ôWell then,ö my fellow magus responds, looking away in the direction of the other part of town. ôIf that is the case, would you like more details about the Grail War?ö
How should I put this tactfully? I do appreciate her going out of her way to help me, but...I don't think she's exactly used to explaining things simply.
"If you don't mind," I say after some moments of thought, trying to avert the headache that I know is coming from being flooded with too much data and too little useful information. "There are a few things that I'd like to hear about in detail."
She purses her lips, as if weighing my response, and lets out a small 'hmph', getting up from her seat, with Lancer moving to guard her.
ôWell, if that is your answer, then IÆll have to ask you to come with me - and bring your Servant with you. It would be bad if an enemy just so happened to attack when you were completely defenseless..."
...um, Tohsaka, what was that smirk for? Was that a threat?
But I'm probably just reading into things too much - I'm a little on edge after nearly being killed quite a few times, and losing so much blood. About the only reason I'm alive is Saber's odd potion, and somehow, I get the feeling that if I don't agree, I'll probably end up dead.
For if I'm right, the swordsman in black, the being of absolute malice and despair that attacked me earlier tonight is probably related to the Holy Grail War as well. He seemed to know that I would be a Master, was aware of how he could force me to summon a Servant, and could more than match a Servant in combat in his own right. If he is planning to attack me again...well, any help would be useful.
I'm a little allergic to death, you see.
ôWait Tohsaka,ö I follow suit and likewise get up from where I was seated. ôWhere are we going?ö
As I do so, Saber moves slightly, just enough that she could cover me from an enemy attack at a moment's notice, her cool, precise movements still as professional as her first impression showed. Looking over at her, I feel reassured by her quiet competence, as she moves with the lithe grace of someone who has spent her life learning and practicing the art of war, until every movement is refined into part of a dream-like whole. Considering she is on my side, as my partner in this War, I feel some hope that I might be able to survive, despite the fact that the life I knew was swept away what seem like days ago, even though it has been less than an hour.
It's like the fire all over again.
From the hallway with Lancer at her side, she answers with an indecipherable expression before walking out into the cold night: ôWeÆre going to pay a visit to the mediator of this game.ö
Damn it Issei, you were right...life really isn't fair.
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ôStille nacht, heilige nachtàö
ôàAlles schlõft; einsam wachtàö
A stifling, oppressive silence hangs over Miyamachou as Tohsaka and I wander through the empty streets, accompanied by our now-invisible Servants. In and of itself, quietness isn't too out of the ordinary, given that this is a residential neighborhood not prone to wild carousing or raucous goings-on, but this isn't the simple lack of sound that marks the witching hour. Rather, it is an anti-noise which blanks out sound in its entirety, leaving in its wake a world as desolate as the surface of the moon.
If someone was killed right here, struck down in the middle of the street say...by a sword, no one would notice or care--no one would even find out until morning, when the formerly unaware residents catch sight of dried bloodstains tagging the concrete like cheap graffiti.
It is a fey stillness that I am hesitant to break, and certainly not simply to wonder if I'm following Tohsaka, or she's following me. At first, she had been leading the way towards the neighboring town, but after I showed her a shortcut or two, she let me guide her without objection.
To the unsuspecting world, Tohsaka and I seem just a girl and a boy walking together side-by-side in the dead of the night, no doubt having just returned from a romantic outing of some sort. But this isn't so, as things are still tense between us, and two spectral forms trail us silently, ever vigilant, ever watchful. I can feel them hovering closely, though not in the ôliteralö sense, as I can't pinpoint them.
I just know that Lancer and Saber are there, as their presences are distinctive, like the scents of blood, steel--and roses, blending together in a strangely redolent mix.
In strange company, my footsteps lead me to the bridge over the river that divides Miyamachou from Shinto. A Shirou Emiya had already crossed it once this night, yet the Shirou that used it then and the Shirou walking on it now are two different people.
It is sometimes said that at a certain point in a personÆs life, one comes to a bridge that spans an otherwise impassable river or crevice that one needs to cross. But the bridge is only good for one crossing, and as soon as you step from it onto the other shore, it collapses, leaving you no way to return, no choice but to keep going. And yet, a version of you remains behind in memory, wondering what would have happened had you not crossed, and the you of memory and the you of now grow ever distant.
Once, I was certain of how things would be, but things have changed, and now I cross this bridge towards uncertainty, accompanied by Tohsaka and the ethereal bodyguards that have sworn themselves to us.
ôàNur das traute hochheilige Paar...ö
ôàHolder Knabe im lockigen Haaràö
After some time, we finally arrive at our destination: the Kotomine Church, a place that IÆm far more aware of than IÆd care to admit.
Isàis this really the place Tohsaka wanted to take me?
The Church that was once an orphanage, the place where the children orphaned by the fire ten years ago were sent?
I shiver, and not from the cold.
Maybe I'm not as well-adjusted as I think I am, if these things still trouble me.
As soon as we reach the top of the hill, Saber abandons her state of intangibility, her form becoming corporeal as she comes to an abrupt halt. Her eyes are sharp in the darkness, catching what little light is scattered about as she regards the church with wariness and hostility, her jaw tightening ever-so-slightly as her hands move towards her gunblade...then stop.
It is the most she has yet shown by way of outward expression.
ôIs something wrong, Saber?ö I ask my Servant, noticing how she seems suddenly on guard, almost as if expecting an attack. ôIs something bothering you?ö
The rose-haired swordswoman's eyes narrow and she seems to relax slightly.
"This is as far as I go,ö she explains, meeting my gaze unflinchingly. ôThat is not a place for one such as I.ö
ôIÆmàjust going to wait out here, too," Lancer likewise breaks in, willing himself out of spiritual form and rubbing the back of his head in an almost thoughtful manner. It is the first bit of independent action I have seen of him. "Take care of what you must, Master."
At these ominous words, my eyes dart to Tohsaka's face, trying to see how she would react to the scene before us. Oddly, she seems calm, which assuages some of my apprehension, though certainly not all. Saber seems tense, a change from the norm - and in a situation like this, I'm fairly certain change is bad.
ôVery well then," Tohsaka says after a moment. "WeÆll be back soon, so donÆt do anything reckless or cause any property damage while Emiya and I are gone, understand?ö
Do I need to be worried about that, too? This Holy Grail War sounds like it will be expensive, and I don't exactly have much money to pay for such things. Taiga alone nearly eats me out of house and home!
ôAs you wish, Master. Take your time.ö Lancer sighs, before turning his gaze to something in the distance. Tohsaka seems satisfied enough with his answer, as she nods and turns to head to the church's door.
Similarly, I turn to give Saber my answer, but she preempts me.
ôBe on your guard, Master. A storm is comingö
More ominous words, but before I can reply, or process them in detail, Tohsaka interrupts.
ôEmiya-kun û come on. We canÆt keep that false priest waiting.ö
She stands in front of the large doors, arms crossed, tapping her feet with a slight air of impatience.
ôI'm coming, Tohsaka,ö I tell her, nodding at Saber. No sense keeping the honor student waiting any longer, right?
Together, we step through the gateway.
ôàSchlaf in himmlischer Ruhàö
ôàSchlaf in himmlischer Ruhàö
The doors to the house of worship creak loudly as we open them, stepping into the chapel of the church. It is a fair-sized chapel, not quite magnificent in size, though atmosphere is grand enough to impart the sense of awe that churches are supposed to inspire. Rows of wooden pews line the aisle that leads to the altar, and the space, though spartan, is well maintained.
It is empty, not that I expected anyone to be worshipping at this ridiculous time, as the only ones would be at a church this late at night are those who have pressing business to conduct business within its walls, business far removed from the singing hymns or murmuring prayers.
àthose like Tohsaka and I, though why we have set foot upon the territory of the Holy Church, I don't know.
Such a thought disturbs me, for by their nature, a magus and the church cannot be in harmony. The Holy Church hates the impurity of magic, seeing those who wield miracles other than the divine as heretics and targets of elimination. Even the Association has trouble with them, with members of each organization trying to kill the other at every opportunity despite a non-aggression pact between them.
Still, she obviously brought us here for a reason, so perhaps there is someone here that she needs to meet--the false priest she mentioned? But this place is just quiet as the silent city outside û is there really someone here?
ôI know youÆre here, you fake priest. Stop lurking in the shadows and come out already,ö Tohsaka says bluntly, tacking on four very worrisome words as an afterthought. "We need to talk."
ôAnd to what do I owe the pleasure of your presence at this late hour?ö
A footstep echoes loudly, as a man steps from behind the altar and calmly turns towards us, utterly unfazed by TohsakaÆs barb.
ôCan it Kotomine, you should know why IÆm here.ö
Kotomine. That name. Without a doubt, this strange priest must be the man entrusted with this church...and apparently the supervisor of the Holy Grail War.
"Indeed so, and I see that you have brought a guest. He is the seventh one, Rin?ö
Tohsaka nods stiffly, and the priest turns to me, regarding me with eyes that betray nothing.
"I am Kirei Kotomine, the mediator of this Holy Grail War," he says as he approaches us, every footfall deliberate. "What is your name, seventh Master?"
I hold my breath somewhat as I meet his gaze, willing myself to stand my ground before what Tohsaka called a false priest, but as it is, I step back almost without realizing. It's not that he's scary, or that I feel hostility from him, but his presence seems to make the shadows darker, the air cold and heavy, making me feel like Atlas, bearing the weight of the world.
There's something off about him, but I can't quite identify what. In fact, he is completely unreadable to me, which only sets me ill at ease...and it seems as if heÆs noticed.
ôEmiya,ö I answer the priest, glaring back at him in an attempt to hide how unsettled I am. "My name is Shirou Emiya, and I haven't agreed to become a Master yet."
That I will agree is not in question, given how I was thrust into the role, but for some reason, I don't want him to know that it's already a foregone conclusion.
The slight upward curl of his lips only makes his smirk all the more apparent, as the atmosphere turns cold. ôEmiyaàShirou. Shirou...Emiya.ö Kotomine lets the sound of my name roll off his tongue, as if heÆs rediscovered a favorite wine that he has not tasted in years.
By now, I was more than just a little on-edge.
ôI thank you then, Shirou Emiya, as you have brought my errant apprentice,ö Kotomine intones, diverting his attention to Tohsaka now. ôSo you have finally showed up, Rin. Then I presume you have summon forth your Servant and now seek make your status of Master official?ö
ôYes, and Shirou as well."
ôHang on a second Tohsaka,ö I protested, frowning at both Tohsaka and the fake priest. ôI didn't come here because of that.ö
If looks could kill, TohsakaÆs glare would no doubt be serving a life sentence for first-degree murder in a maximum security facility right now.
But I can handle her ire more easily than the uncertainty that hung between us since our meeting earlier in the night, and so steadied myself, as dealing with the priest is a more pressing issue. I'd rather be far away from here, but according to Tohsaka, he's the man who knows the answers to my questions, so I will have to grit my teeth and endure it.
ôUm, sorry,ö I somewhat sputter as I correct myself, ôWhat I mean is, I still have some things that I need to know about this whole thing.ö
ôAh, so you seek clarification? Very well then, if it is within my knowledge I will answer any inquiries that you have concerning the upcoming miracle.ö
ôàStille Nacht, heilige Nachàö
ôàHirten erst kundgemachtàö
Just as he said he would, ôFatherö Kotomine further expanded my knowledge of Grail War protocol and procedure with each of my questions asked. As it turns out, once a person has been chosen to be a Master by the Holy Grail, there is no real way for them to get out of it û or at least, not without the equivalent of magical neurosurgery, which soundsàunpleasant. Maybe not as unpleasant as the training I do each night, but I don't have any intention of letting this priest muck about with my head...or my Magic Circuits, with which the holy sigil of the Command Seals are linked.
Further, as it turns out, though it is said to be a free-for-all, the Masters donÆt have to kill one another, but it is a traditional strategy used for several reasons: thinning out the competition, preventing wayward Servants from being re-contracted (or a less than loyal Servant from stabbing his or her Master in the back and finding another to serve), and because even without a Servant, magi could be quite dangerous. Still, I was relieved to hear that killing wasn't mandatory, as there might be some Masters out there that IÆd rather not see dead anytime soon.
Masters like Tohû
Anyway, speaking of the Holy Grail, the great prize of this waràwhere to begin? Was it the ôtrueö Holy Grail, the cup that Christ drank from and into which his blood was spilt? The very cup that many have pined for and devoted themselves to, the thing of legends and mystery itself?
Noàand yes.
While it wasn't the original or "True" Grail, that didn't matter as long as it could replicate the original's effects. It might be the 726th item to be recorded as a Holy Grail, not the first, but as long as it could realize miracles...such as summoning allowing magi to summon the souls of Heroic Spirits to fight by their sides, then it made no difference. Absolute power, after all, was absolute power, no matter the source, so Masters competed for ownership of the Grail, regardless of authenticity of the artifactÆs pedigree.
Not that that was my reason for participating - I couldn't care less about power, and in that sense, I was unsuitable to be a Master at all, being simply a boy caught up in the wrong place at the wrong time through a series of unfortunate coincidences. Yet I couldn't turn back, as whether or not I decided to fight, I knew at least one person in Fuyuki sought to kill me, and without a Servant I stood no chance of survival.
ôAll of them were killed. By a long sword-like weapon, judging from what I heard.ö
What's more, that man hunting me - who must be a participant in the War, is a murderer who will stop at nothing to get what he wants. People have died because of him, are dying because of him...will die, and if I do nothing when I had chance to stop him, I will be just as guilty of their deaths as if I had killed them myself.
And worse...if such a man were to win the Holy Grail, the result would be nothing short of disaster.
"Indeed," Kotomine intones, driving the last nails into the coffin of the notion that the half-magus named Shirou Emiya would drop out of this War. "Such was the case ten years ago, when an unsuitable Master tried to claim the Grail as his own. I do not know what that Master wished for, only the results of the disaster that came afterwards."
Ba-dump!
For an instant, the image of hell is imprinted on my brain, before I manage to banish it from my conscious mind.
"Hold on," I repeat, my body trembling--though whether in fear, anger, or revulsion, I did not know. "That can't beà"
"But it is," the mediator affirms, his empty eyes watching me as he frowns. "It is an event that everybody in this town knows about, Shirou Emiya. Five hundred killed or wounded. A hundred and thirty four buildings burned down. That inferno, still unexplained, is the remains of the Holy Grail War."
Hearing this makes me feel as if the world had been pulled out from under me, or if some leaden giant of legend had sucker punched me, tearing me in half.
My vision blurs.
I lose concentration and I can't focus my eyes.
My body stumbles, and I nearly collapse.
But I hold myself firm.
I hold onto consciousness by clenching my teeth.
I hold back my nausea with the anger boiling up in me, the tightly-coiled rage that festers in the heart of those who have ever been helpless.
"Emiya-kun? What's wrong?" A voice asks, seeming far away. Ah, that's right, Tohsaka doesn't know my past, does she. "You're pale white. àI know it's not a comfortable story, butà if you want, we can take a rest for a while."
I must have looked terrible, as I've never seen Tohsaka worried about anyone like that.
Slowly, I focus on the sound of her voice, turning to look into two concerned aquamarine eyes, as a firm hand rests on my shoulder. With her help, I steady myself, smiling weakly.
"Don't worry about me, Tohsaka. I feel better after seeing your face," I manage to mumble, earning me a half-glare from the girl in question.
"...hey, just what is that supposed to mean?" she demands suspiciously, trying to look through me as she had earlier.
"Oh, nothing really. Just that you really are a good person," I say without thinking, thankful that she couldn't get a good read on me. "I like people like you..."
"W-w-wha...?"
...though her not being able to read me apparently doesn't help if I say what I'm thinking out loud. Hmm, this is a problem, but I blame the blood loss.
She looks shocked, her eyes wide and mouth nearly hanging open, hand pulling away from me as if burned, and in the back of my mind, I think to myself that she looks cute even when she is at a loss for words.
"Is there anything more you wish to ask of me, Shirou Emiya?" the smooth but vaguely sinister baritone of the priest echoes, bringing my attention to the smirking clergyman. "Or have you come to a decision?"
I swallow under his scrutiny, but meet his gaze regardless.
ôIÆll do it. IÆll accept my role as Master and fight in this War. IÆll do anything I canàto prevent that from happening ever again. This is my chance, my one chance to set things right.ö
Upon hearing this, KotomineÆs smirk widens with satisfaction. ôExcellent. I trust that this is a decision that you will not come to regret?ö
What else can I say? As one of the "Grail Orphans" I know, better than anyone else, what is at stake, and this, this is what I have always wanted: the power to save, to help - to protect, where others seek to destroy. IÆm not one to believe in fate, but deep down IÆm sure that everything else up until now was just preparation for this day, I know it must have been.
ôE-Emiya?ö TohsakaÆs voice sounds odd, even a little timid in the aftermath of my declaration. Why? Was she expecting me to decide otherwise? Or...?
ôI told you what I think already,ö I say, repeating my decision to Kotomine, almost daring him to say otherwise. ôReady or not, this is something I cannot back down from."
ôHm, it was foolish of me to think that I needed to ask again. After all, your resolve is firm and your decision has been made.ö
No matter what it takes, IÆll be sure to keep that prize out of the wrong hands and ensure that it will not be used to bring about another catastrophe.
ôThen it is settled. Henceforth, in this Fifth Holy Grail War, let it be known that the ones named Rin Tohsaka and Shirou Emiya are hereby Masters. In this instant, the Seven have been chosen, in this instant, the Holy Grail War begins. So I attest, so I bear witness, and I approve the battle in this town, from now until only one Master remains.ö Raising his voice by nary a decibel, Kotomine announces this to no one in particular. Without an ounce of fanfare, and with none to bear witness to its true commencement, the Holy Grail War starts.
ThereÆs no turning back now. Not that there ever was going to be any in the first place, that is.
All has been said and done that needed to be said and done. I have no further business here at this church, not unless I lose Saber and am forced to seek shelter here until the game ends. However û
ôY-you can go on home, Emiya," Tohsaka interjects suddenly, her voice still a little subdued as she brushed her hair...nervously? "I still have business of my own to discuss with Kirei.ö
û it seems as if the same cannot exactly be said about Tohsaka.
ôHuh? You mean weÆre not walking home together Tohsaka?ö I had been under the impression that we would leave as we came here û in each otherÆs company.
For a moment I think I see her eyes widen slightly, but it must have been a trick of the light.
ôNo, weÆre not," she says quickly, almost too quickly. "I just said that IÆd take you to the church so that we could straighten you out. Otherwise IÆd have flab on my mind about leaving you hanging.ö
ôThenàdoes that mean weÆre going to be enemies, Tohsak û ö
Wait. Did she just say her brain is fat? Well, I suppose the fat content of the brain is about 60% if you take all the myelin insulation and long cell membranes into account, but somehow, I don't think that's what she means.
ôYes, we'll part here, Emiya-kun," she answers, looking at me strangely. "I've done more than my share in bringing you up to speed, but since you've chosen to fight, it would be troublesome if we stayed together any longer. From here, we'll be enemies, since youÆre not the only one who wants the Grail.ö
I guess she wanted to end the ambiguous position we were in now. She went out of her way to save me and even helped explain things when she found I was clueless about the War. Honestly, if she thought it was troublesome, she could have just left Saber and I alone against the man in black. I really don't like my thoughts on how that would have turned out.
I suppose it could be worse, since even if we'll be enemies, she's a good person. I can at least trust her to be fair, even if she is flippant and aloof and a complete one-eighty from how she normally is at school.
ôAlright then, Tohsaka. If thatÆs how you feel, then IÆll respect your decision." I say, though something else crosses my mind. "But before I go, I just wanted to say one thing to you.ö Our eyes meet squarely as I say this, and I note with some slight unease and minor amusement that this has the priestÆs full attention. ôThank you.ö She gasps quietly, her eyes widening, and I can tell sheÆs flushing gently. I smile genuinely at her.
"H-huh? What are you saying all of a sudden? D-don't get the wrong idea. As the Second Owner of Fuyuki, it would be remiss of me to let an uninformed magus blunder into a sacred ritual," she states, crossing her arms. "I-it's not like I wanted to help you or anything. I won't go easy on you even if you say kind things."
I almost smile at her display.
"Still, thank you everything you've done for me tonight. I really do appreciate it.ö
As I turn to leave the church, the priest directs a few final words towards me. They are not coming from TohsakaÆs mouth.
ôYou are an interesting one, Shirou Emiya. Rejoice, boy, for your wish...shall be granted.ö
The doors creak loudly as they shut, leaving me alone in the winter night.
ôàDurch der Engel Hallelujaàö
ôàT÷nt es laut von fern und nahàö
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Waità
What?...
What did he say?
I would pound my fist on the door in protest seeking an answer, but thereÆs no point to it. I know perfectly well what Kotomine meant when he said that to me, the last and most virulent of the triumvirate great curses that begin with "interesting times."
Your wish...shall be granted.
And in the process, shown that what you wanted was not quite what you thought it was. For instance, I wish to be hero, to protect others; yet this means that those who I wish to protect must come under threat. For every Bellerophon, there must be a Chimera, after all; for every hero, there must be something that that hero must fight, as they are part of one whole.
A hero can only exist when safety and peace is violated, when people encounter hardship, else there can be no such thing. When enemies of the peace reveal themselves, a hero will rise to stop them, but in the same way, when a hero rises, others will test him or her, and so invariably ruin comes.
None can escape that cycle. None can escape that truth.
...not even me.
I donÆt like it, but I need to accept it, as that is why I have entered the Holy Grail War: to stop those who would wish disaster on the world.
ôAre you done, Master?ö Saber asks when I make my way over to where she has been waiting for me. "Have you decided?"
ôYeah, I'm done," I confirmed, nodding at the rose-haired warrior. "As for my decision, I'll fight. What other choice do I possibly have after everything that has already happened? IÆm too deep in this to pull out now. ö
ôUnderstood, Master,ö Saber acknowledges, seemingly pleased by my decision, though there was no one obvious sign of that. ôWhat are your orders?ö
She cuts straight to the point, doesnÆt she?
ôHuh. Well, letÆs go home. It's been a long night for the both of us, and there are things I need to do when I get back."
First and foremost, cleaning up the warzone that was formerly the backyard of the Emiya residence. I have enough problems already without having to explain what happened to Taiga, or worse, try to come up with an excuse. Or to Sakura, come to think of it, as she'll be quite worried and dismayed by its state of mangled disrepair.
Either way, I am not looking forward to trying to explain things, so cleaning up--or trying to--is about my only recourse.
ôReasonable enough.ö My Servant concludes succinctly, taking spirit form once more as her voice speaks into my mind. ôLetÆs go.ö
As we start down the hill, Saber and I pass right by Lancer. As I end up making eye contact with TohsakaÆs Servant I notice a somewhat inquisitive look on his normally apathetic face. ôYouÆre going to have to wait a little longer, Lancer. TohsakaÆs still in there, and I donÆt know when sheÆs coming out.ö
ôOh.ö Lancer replies in a simple, matter-of-fact manner. ôOkay thenàthanksàMaster of Saber.ö
ôSheÆll be out eventually, so donÆt worry too much about it.ö I nod to the boy before setting off continuing on my way once more.
ItÆs still deathly quiet and eerie as I walk through ShintoÆs empty streets, seemingly alone to the eyes of any normal human, with the clopping of my shoes echoing like screams in the uneasy silence. I think to myself that I can't even hear Saber breath or move when she's invisible, and such a thing unsettles me, though I find it awkward that I'm even listening for it. I can sense her presence by the vague scent of attar of roses, but other than that, it is as if she isn't even there, which I find less than reassuring.
For some reason unbeknownst to me, IÆm finding this silence to be very unpleasant, but I canÆt really explain why. But I just canÆt leave it like this û I have to break some actual ground with the woman IÆm partnered with in this Holy Grail War, or how will we ever learn to work together?
ôSaber?ö I stop my walking and call to the empty street.
ôWhat is it, Master?ö The voice of a woman responds, seeming to speak directly into my mind once again, which I find more than a little disconcerting.
ôDo you have to stay invisible like that?ö This is slightly perturbing, in my opinion.
ôItÆs best this way, as we can maintain a lower profile, with potential enemies unable to tell that youÆre a Master until itÆs too late.ö She reasons while still remaining in spirit form.
IÆll concede that me being seen in the presence of a visibly armed (and very attractive) pink-haired foreigner isnÆt exactly low key, since this isn't Akihabara, where throngs cosplayers can be found at all hours, but that's not the point. Shaking my head, I calmly voice my displeasure. ôThatÆs not what I meant. I mean, I want us to talk right now, and IÆd like it if I could see you in front of me.ö
"Couldn't that wait till we return to your home, where the situation is less likely to turn dangerous?"
Also a valid point, but when one is tired and nearly overwhelmed, one doesn't tend to be in a state where reason trumps emotion.
"It would only be for a minute."
Saber does not reply, obviously thinking that a minute would be all an enemy needed to launch an ambush, particularly if that enemy were say...Archer or Caster.
ôPlease donÆt make me ask again, Saber.ö
The air shimmers as the Heroic Spirit I summoned takes on a solid form, a trace of irritation in her pale-blue eyes. ôVery well, Master. What did you want to say?ö
As I turn to face Saber, my eyes can't help but trace the contours of her body for the briefest of moments. I know that I canÆt allow myself to get distracted at this time, but itÆs kind of hard when youÆre being looked at directly by an admittedly attractive young woman who wears clothing that draws attention to her long, athletic legs and slim, powerful arms. So after a second, I force my eyes to hers.
ôIÆd like to talk about our partnership, Saber.ö
She lightly cocks her head quizzically at me. ôI thought you already settled your doubts at the Church,ö she notes simply, raising an eyebrow. ôWhy are you bringing this up again?ö
ôI did make my decision. ItÆs just that thereÆs more that I have to say û more that I need to say.ö
ôLike what?ö
ôAbout the contract. WeÆre a completely accidental team, and because of this there are probably flaws with the connection," I say all at once, my words coming out in a rush. "Look, I'm not a great magus and certainly shouldn't have been able to summon someone like you - yet somehow, weÆve been paired together to fight in this twisted game û a Master / Servant contract that shouldnÆt even exist in the first place.ö
The gunblade user is silent, looking at me expectantly as if wanting me to say something meaningful in my rambling. From the way IÆm going on, it probably sound like I'm having second thoughts and want to break my ties with her û but she waits patiently, as if she has dealt with people like me before.
ôDonÆt misunderstand me. Nothing has changed, and I still plan on seeing this through. ItÆs just thatàö I offer my hand to Saber, thinking that the gesture might better sum up what I can't quite say with words. ôàPartners?ö
A flicker of surprise creeps across SaberÆs face momentarily, though it is quickly dispelled as she eyed my outstretched hand with an eloquent ôHmm?ö
ôItÆs just that IÆd like to start this relationship off on the right foot, I guess. Without all of drama of assassination attempts and getting talked at and miles-long treks through the city at night and more lectures. With all of that going on, IÆve realized that we havenÆt had the time to properly formalize our bond.ö
ôMaster, this is hardly necessary," she states bluntly, voice hard. "Our contract has been established and the proof of it is on your left hand. Anything else would be a gratuitous waste of sentiment.ö
My face falls and I shake my head slightly.
ôIt's just the way I am, Saber û IÆm just a straight-up guy who wants to do the right thing û and this feels right," I admit. It comes easily enough, as confessions do after life and death situations. "Look, I canÆt do this without you, Saber. I canÆt help anyone in this War without your help û we both know that much. I canÆt fight Servants. I canÆt even do basic magecraft that well - all I can do is reinforce things. I need you, but it doesn't feel right to just have you bound to me because of something beyond our control. I mean, I'll swear myself to you on everything that I believe, but what about you? Will you fight by my side, as I entrust my fate...my dreams to your blade?"
Unknowingly, my words echo the traditional words of the servant summoning ritual, causing Saber's brow to furrow thoughtfully. At first, she seems as if she doesnÆt know what to think, as she considers what I said, but she takes my hand in her gloved palm and shakes it in agreement.
ôI will.ö The soldier answers me - a woman of few words, it seems.
ôThatÆs great,ö I honestly reply, relieved--at least until she released my hand and took astral form once again. ôUm...can you stop disappearing like that? IÆd rather walk alongside you.ö
ô...if you are going to work with me as a partner, Master, please trust my decisions."
I had the distinct feeling she was rolling her eyes at me.
"...then can you at least stop calling me 'Master'?" I asked, shaking my head as I began to walk once more. ôI like æShirouÆ better. WeÆre partners, after all, and--.ö
"You talk too much."
Her reproach was succinct, but I got the impression she was slightly amused. At least I hope it was amusement and not irritation, or things might not go so well.
ôàChrist, der Retter ist daàö
ôàChrist, der Retter ist daàö
Huh?
What?
What is that?
In the distance, a quiet melody echoes, carried along quietly on the wind, as if it were a lullaby.
I can't discern where it's coming from, only that it is echoing through the sleeping town, drawing ever nearer--and this unsettles me greatly. Why I am uncertain. Perhaps anxiety due to recent events, perhaps unresolved tension, perhaps simple trepidation.
ôàStille Nacht, heilige Nachtàö
ôàGottes Sohn, o wie lachtàö
...or perhaps it is because the cadence of the words evoke the feeling of a requiem mass, reminding me that Thanatos was brother to Hypnos--and to the malevolent Keres, the female spirits of darkness and nightmare made real.
The words sound peaceful, the song familiar, but for some reason my spine feels frozen, as if the gentle lyrics are the whispered promise of delivery from pain...through death.
It is haunting, in the way of wolves howling at the moon, an eagle crying out as it spots prey, or the wails of a whale as it is torn apart by sharks in a feeding frenzy.
Why?
I don't know, simply that it struck me to the core, uneasiness amplified by ethereal mystery and intangibility, as fear of the unknown is the oldest and most powerful of the terrors of man.
ôàLieb' aus deinem g÷ttlichen Mundàö
ôàDa uns schlõgt die rettende Stundàö
Yes.
It's that simple.
The reason it is haunting is because of deep-seated FEAR.
ôàChrist, in deiner Geburtàö
ôàChrist, in deiner Geburt.ö