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chronodekar said:
I think keep all that Canon is what would be the most fun to read. But feel free to change things to fit Kirutsugu more. :)

-chronodekar
What do you think of him having the Emiya Crest? (Along with Innate Time Control, of course!)
 

chronodekar

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Wouldn't he have to inherit that from Kirutsugu first? Don't think/expect it to happen before he finds out about the biological connection. Speaking of which, you could have some other character mentioning something about "fate" or "prophesy". After the first, Kirutsugu didn't just save any random person - it had to be his biological son.

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AoMythology

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Kiritsugu and Shirou were speaking. The older male said, “Shirou, tell me. Do you remember anyone from your previous life? Anyone at all? This is important,” seriousness radiating from him.

The eight-year-old Shirou started. He reluctantly said, “it’s painful to even think of them. I had a mother but no father, I think.”

Static

Shirou kept trying to remember. He said, “I remember a redhead with blue eyes. Ao- something? I remember thinking her appearance strange, because she didn’t grow older.” Kiritsugu forgotten, the boy kept speaking. Shirou said, “she must have been my mother. I remember asking her about my father, and she said that he was a hero and a killer. How can someone be both, though?”

A strange noise escaped Kiritsugu, bringing Shirou back to reality. A new question entered Shirou’s mind: what was that ‘meep’ noise the old man made just now?

Kiritsugu ruffled up Shirou’s hair and said, “all right, Shirou. That’s enough - I can see remembering has strained you. We can revisit this topic some other time, all right?” Though he seemed more strained himself, somehow.

“Okay!” Shirou said, ignoring the strangeness of his father’s behavior. ‘I must have imagined things,’ he thought.

-----

Kiritsugu was on an outing with Raiga, but not to talk business. He simply wanted someone to drown his sorrows -or, rather, the insanity that surrounded his life, this time- with.

After an indeterminate amount of time, Raiga’s booming voice echoed, saying, “all right, Kiritsugu. Out with it.”

Kiritsugu started, looking at the older man in surprise. Still, he said, “What do you mean?” Stubbornly setting his jaw.

“Kiritsugu,” Raiga said, an impish smirk on his face, “my life has depended on my observation skills more than once. I’ve also raised a daughter who was much more stubborn in her teenage years than you are now, I assure you. You’ve met her daughter; imagine Taiga with a more serious personality and multiply the stubbornness by a factor of three, and you’ve got Saiga. You aren’t going to manage to fool me or overcome my patience, so don’t even try.”

Kiritsugu sighed. He seldom could get anything past the irritating old Mafioso. Still, should he- oh, to hell with it; though it might be the alcohol talking. He said, “Shirou remembered his biological mother.”

Raiga raised an eyebrow, indicating that he knew there was more to the story.

Kiritsugu sighed, then kept speaking. He said, “the thing is, I had met his mother before. As a one-night-stand.”

“I see,” Raiga said, though Kiritsugu doubted he truly saw.

After all, Aoko wasn't exactly a one-night-stand, she was a friend that Iri dragged into their bedroom.

“I got him to take a DNA test, and it’s a match. With me. It turns out that I’m not his adoptive father, but his actual dad,” Kiritsugu said, hiccupping a bit; realizing that he had had enough whiskey, he put the glass down.

Raiga studied him for a bit, then said, “Kiritsugu, do his origins actually change anything between the two of you?”

Kiritsugu thought for a moment, then said, “hnn,” not sure himself of what he meant by that grunt. Then, he suddenly devolved into an anger-filled monologue. He said, "what I don't understand is why she never told me. Fuck! What the hell was she thinking?! She's too irresponsible to raise a child on her own! That woman.... I was father to a second child, and she didn't even see it fit to tell me!"

Raiga ignored Kiritsugu's rant, put down his glass and did not touch the bottle of whiskey from that moment on, complaining in a low voice that whiskey did not agree with him, and that he much preferred sake to that foreign crap.

It only made Kiritsugu giggle, but he ended up breaking out sobbing immediately afterwards.

The next morning (afternoon, really), the horrible headache and the dryness of his tongue belied the fact that Kiritsugu, in fact, felt better than before. 'That Raiga,' he thought, 'he was a real help, I've got to admit. Conniving old man, he got a promise to give him one of my rarer guns out of me, too.'

-----

Shirou had just asked Kiritsugu to teach him Magecraft, for the umpteenth time.

“All right,” Kiritsugu said.

Shirou was about to ask him why not, when what Kiritsugu said registered. He said, “wa- wait, what?” Surprised to the point of stuttering.

“I said ‘all right’, Shirou,” Kiritsugu said, smiling for the first time in Shirou’s memory, other than that day, “would you rather look a gift horse in the mouth, or shall we start with the training?”

The ‘yeah! Let’s go!’ Shirou let out was deafening.

The first thing Kiritsugu taught him was how to open his Circuits and about the 'Switch' and ‘Trigger’, as he called them. 'The Switch is a concept that allows one to turn their Circuits on and off. Not everyone can manage it at all, even if they have Circuits; some can only do so imperfectly, and activate their Circuits only when they are angry, or aroused, or something else. The Trigger is an 'image' you 'picture' in your mind, preferably with more than one sense - as in, if it's a bee stinging you, you remember the pain, the sound of the buzzing AND its looks. Choose the image wisely; it has to be something you wouldn't normally do.'

Those were Kiritsugu's words.

Shirou saw his father’s certainty that Shirou had Circuits as strange, because in the past, one of the man’s arguments against teaching him Magecraft was that ‘most people have no Circuits’, but the boy ignored that as unimportant.

Meditation was a strange way to start learning the mystic arts, but if his father said that it was important for learning Magecraft, who was Shirou to argue?

It took a few weeks, during which Kiritsugu started Shirou on firearms training (a disaster); then, when that failed, Kyudo (the Way of the Bow), for Shirou to realize what meditation was all about. When he did, he was a natural, according to Kiritsugu. Shirou simply made himself enter the same state of mind he did for Kyudo whenever he meditated.

It only took Shirou a few days after that to find his Trigger (the hammer of a gun hitting the bullet; he would never again try shooting a gun, so it was a safe choice), and he ended up discovering twenty-seven Circuits of slightly above average Quality for his age; or so they both thought, at least.

The first spell Shirou was taught was the Structural Analysis. After Kiritsugu made sure that there would be no accidents with it, he disappeared… somewhere.

Shirou was often lonely, despite that freeloader’s ‘pleasant’ company, so his refuges were books (mundane or otherwise) and Magecraft training. That continued until a confrontation he had with the Tiger.

“Ne, Shirou-chan! Why don’t you like your neechan?!” Taiga shouted childishly.

“You’re a freeloader, you’re annoying, selfish, childish, violent… do I need to say more?” Shirou said, annoyed at her even more.

“I see,” Taiga said, strangely serious. Then, she said, “but is any of those the reason you push me away?”

Shirou straightened up, all of a sudden. This new Taiga was creeping him out. He said, “what do you mean?” And if his voice quivered a bit, he doubted Taiga would catch on.

The sixteen-year-old smiled knowingly and said, “I mean that you seem to be under the impression you don’t deserve to have any friends, Shirou. What you are doing is called ‘moping’, and it’s not much better than the ‘creepy emotionless kid’ thing you had going last year."

“I-” Shirou said, cutting himself off. He tried again, only to stutter once again.

“Think about it,” Taiga said and patted Shirou on the back, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

That night in his room, Shirou had a hard time falling asleep (and he didn’t even stay in the shed, despite Kiritsugu not being there to remind him. He turned in early). He could only think of Taiga’s words, and whether she was right about him moping and pushing people away.

-----

By the time Kiritsugu was back, a few months later, Shirou had improved his Structural Analysis to a frightening degree. His reserve of Od was suspiciously slow to run out, as his father put it, which was why he was able to improve so quickly. Unfortunately, he was no closer to having an answer to Taiga’s words.

He no longer saw the older girl as a freeloader though; in those few months, Shirou came to view Taiga as family; an annoying, somewhat violent older sister.

Kiritsugu took Shirou aside for a talk which was ‘the opposite of what an adoptive child usually hears from their parent’, whatever that meant.

“What do you mean, old man?” Shirou voiced out loud.

“Well, Shirou - I once knew your mother, so I had you give your blood that one time for a DNA test… and I’m your actual father,” Kiritsugu said, a strange look on his face.

Shirou processed the words, blinked a few times and said, “that does explain why you reacted in a weird way when I told you about my mother,” not bothered at all by the information.

Shirou also took in Kiritsugu’s features; the two of them had similar jaw lines and a similar eye color, though the man’s irises were a very deep brown, while Shirou’s were more of a golden brown. Otherwise, Shirou took after his mother, though he had auburn hair whereas his mother had bright red, from what he remembered.

Kiritsugu relaxed a bit, saying, “I’m glad you took this so well. I thought you might be angry.”

Shirou was puzzled. He said, “why would I be angry? Mom didn’t even tell you about me, right? So I don’t blame you for not being around before - and you’re around now, aren’t you? There’s something I was curious about, though.”

“What is it?” Kiritsugu asked.

“What did my mother mean when she called you a hero and a killer?” Shirou said, making Kiritsugu’s shoulders slump.

The man sighed and said, “that’s a talk for another time,” effectively killing the conversation.

-----

After a week or so of avoiding the topic, Kiritsugu started explaining what Aoko (that was his mother’s actual name) had meant by ‘hero and killer’. He said, “Shirou. Listen carefully; this story is very important. It concerns my life. You see, when I was a kid, I wanted to be an ally of justice. Unfortunately, as I grew up, I realized that some people actively wanted to hurt and kill others, and nothing I did or said could change their minds. I also believed in the good of the many, so to save some people, I sacrificed others.”

Shirou couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He said, “but, wouldn’t you prefer to save everyone?”

Kiritsugu scoffed. He said, “of course I would! There’s nothing I would like more. Unfortunately, it’s not possible. In war, you have to pick a side, otherwise you will only make the war last longer, killing more people; when facing a Dead Apostle, you sometimes arrive too late, and most of the town have become members of the Dead; sometimes, it’s too risky to save some people, and trying anyway may well lead to way more people dying. I believed in weighing the number of people I would save with my actions; save the most I could, while killing the fewest.”

Shirou thought over what his father said, and realized something. Shirou said, “so, you have killed innocents just to save more lives?!” Incredulous.

“Yes,” Kiritsugu said, evenly.

Shirou tried to wrap his mind around the idea. After a bit of time, he said, “I need to think about this,” and went off to his shed, all but sprinting there.

-----

Kiritsugu covered his face with his hands. ‘That could have gone better,’ he thought, fear clenching his heart. He couldn’t help feeling proud of Shirou’s speed and stamina, showcased by how fast he ran away, though; the exercise regimen he had put Shirou on only a week before had paid dividends already. ‘Avalon might be accelerating Shirou’s body’s natural processes,’ Kiritsugu thought, knowing that only a week of training shouldn’t have been enough for such a huge improvement.

Of course, Kiritsugu was far more strict in training Shirou than he would have been, had the young boy not been the actual child of such infamous parents; Shirou would have a lot of people after him as the son of the Blue and ’the’ Magus Killer, way more than he would as an adopted son who wouldn’t even inherit Kiritsugu’s Mysteries.

That brought along another question: should Kiritsugu let Shirou inherit the Emiya Crest? That would give the young boy more options for defending himself, but it would also bring more problems. The man had already had his Magic Crest removed in order not to risk it being affected by the Curse before he set out for Germany - he couldn’t use it well at all anymore anyway.

The next question involved donating a few of his own Circuits to put in the Crest, but that would mean the possible loss of his ability to use Magecraft, especially if he gave multiple Circuits, and he definitely didn’t want to give up on Illyasviel. He would need to think on it more.

Suddenly, the bell of the Emiya residence rang, and Kiritsugu was on alert. His senses had seriously dulled if he wasn’t able to tell someone was outside before they rang the bell. Knowing that Taiga had a key, Raiga was busy at this hour and not able to think of anyone else who would actually ring the bell, he proceeded cautiously, palming a gun.

Then, a familiar voice said, “Kiritsugu, if you don’t open this damn door right now, I will break it!”

Kiritsugu recognized Aoko’s voice and immediately paled. He opened the door, gun forgotten in his haste and greeted the woman who was on the other side. Aoko simply skipped the pleasantries and said, “where is he?”

Kiritsugu’s mouth worked without his permission and said, “in the shed,” not bothering to explain further or express his anger with his old friend.

The whirlwind called Aoko took less than two seconds to sprint to said building.

-----

I hope they were in-character.
 
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chronodekar

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That was a good read. :)

Major critique is Kiritsugu's reaction to Aoko. Way I'm seeing things, she didn't even tell Kiritsugu he was a father - that gives him plenty of reason to be Angry-As-Heck at her, Blue or not.

Your description of Kiritusugu's shock is nice. Our stoic killer getting stunned - :)

I want to read more. What happens now? Would Shirou enter the Grail War with both his parents? Hmm... thinking about it, for laughs, it would be really interesting to have Archer meet them too. :D

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AoMythology

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He'll be lucky to keep one parent by that time. :p

As for Kiritsugu getting angry, I assume you mean during the heart-to-heart with whiskey-kun and Raiga? Because he's too shocked when Aoko finally comes. I might edit the previous post a bit later.

Edit: I changed some things.
 
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chronodekar

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I like to think his heart-to-heart with Raiga was dealing with his shock. At that point, he didn't even know he was a father. Moral issues of marriage and responsibility aside, you have a situation where a mother didn't tell the father that she was pregnant with his child (unless she was sleeping around .. let's not go there) !! Most fathers would be justly furious with the mother in those situations. Among all things, Kiritsugu isn't an irresponsible drunk - he may not have wanted the responsibility of a child, but he was never given the chance to voice his opinion.

That's all heavy stuff. I think a believable excuse could be that Aoko's family restrained her as soon as they found out about her situation - she couldn't tell the Magus Killer even if she wanted to. Then, due to events, she is led to believe that the child died (the fire?). At that point, she probably thought it kinder not to tell Kiritsugu that she had his child, but he died.

So now we have a situation where she finds out (from somewhere?) that her child IS alive, with the father and as any worried mother rushes to her little boy's side. As for her family? They probably haven't heard yet that the offspring survived.

/me blinks.

That actually IS a good plot point - it's one thing for the Kiritsugu to adopt a random child. But for the offspring of the Magus Killer and The Blue to be alive? I'd wager good money that many would want such an individual killed. Or even worse - experimented on. Let's just hand-wave how Aoko found out about Shirou as something she did with Blue and move on?

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AoMythology

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Let's just hand-wave how Aoko found out about Shirou as something she did with Blue and move on?
I didn't address it yet in-story, but I like to think that Kiritsugu sent a small message somehow, and the surprise he felt when she came to his home was mainly because she got it so quickly.

Edit: Now that I think of it, Shiki was ~9 (IIRC) when he met Aoko, and Shirou is around a year younger, so considering he's 8 now, Aoko is in Misaki Town, the place where Kiritsugu sent the (coded) message.

The timeline fits; she got the message immediately because she was in town.

Now I got an amusing Omake in mind, with Shiki seeing Aoko when she just got the message, then she runs off. Or maybe Shiki asking Aoko about any family she had.
 
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AoMythology

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This is an incomplete oneshot I had collecting dust in my hard drive for years.

"True Sisters", or "A Path Close to Happiness"

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"Hello Tohsaka," Luviagelita, Finnish magus, greeted her not-so-friendly rival.

Rin grimaced as soon as she heard the voice, but by the time she had lifted her head, resignation had replaced it on her face. "Edelfelt." She greeted back neutrally. "What timing."

Luviagelita showed a serious disposition that rarely surfaced when in the presence of Rin. "Tohsaka, what's wrong? You refuse to even bicker with me - did one of my family members seriously offend you? Did I do something horrible without realizing?"

The Japanese girl shook her head. "No, nothing that has to do with you or *your* clan. But don't call me 'Tohsaka'; I no longer am one."

Luvia showed some surprise. "Your father disowned you? Do I need to *accidentally* blow up a few of his properties?" Her 'hyena' mode seemed ready to appear.

Rin was, in turn, surprised and a bit touched by the show of solidarity, but refused. "Thank you, but there is no need - I was the one who rejected the name and path of Tohsaka; he simply was forced to accede to my wishes."

Luvia was more contemplative now and, dare one say it, calculative. "What did he do?" She asked. "If this is not too intrusive a question, of course."

"It's not so much something he did. It's who he is." Rin said, rubbing her forehead. "I knew intellectually what a magus is, as well as that Tohsaka Tokiomi was a perfect magus; but the coldheartedness and ruthlessness that entails -and that the same was expected from me- became too much eventually. I could no longer deceive myself. I also refuse to practice Magecraft on my own, and Father- Tokiomi, I mean, still has over half the Crest stored somewhere, since that damn priest didn't yet deem me ready for all of it. I'm already fifteen, for fuck's sake!"

The other teenager remained silent for a few moments, then said the words that would change both their lives. "Would you like to come with me, then?"

For the first time in the conversation, Rin seemed animated. "What? What!" She calmed down. "Please explain. Or did I hear wrong?" She still was on edge, though.

"You heard me just fine. I offered to at least give you shelter for now, maybe even adopt you into the Edelfelt family, Rin-san." Luvia didn't change her expression. She didn't even react to Rin's mild rudeness, however much she was tempted to slip back into their regular (comedy-like) act.

"Why?" Rin trembled a bit in agitation and anger. "If this is because of pity...!"

"No." The European girl adamantly denied. "It is because you are family." She saw Rin's disbelief and interjected: "You did not think that all those accusations of the Tohsaka copying our Magecraft were something we truly believed, did you?"

"But how? And do you have any proof?"

Luvia got up from her seat and beckoned Rin to follow. "Let us go somewhere we cannot be overheard," she implored, calling for her limousine.

While a bit suspicious, Rin didn't think she could do otherwise -she had nowhere else to go- so she followed. Luvia was never the underhanded type, anyway, at least where it concerned their rivalry.

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Inside the limo, and with every avenue of eavesdropping closed, Luvia started her tale after asking that the other girl not interrupt. "It all started during a Grail War, as many stories are wont to start - or end. The latest and last one*, the Third War.

>>A bit more than fifty-eight years ago, appeared signs that both of the heiresses of the Edelfelt clan would be selected for the Grail War as Masters. The older sister was enthusiastic about it, as were the rest of the clan. However, the secondary heiress believed they were not ready for something like that, that they were lambs to the slaughter.

>>After a lot of pressure by her grandmother who was acting as family head then, as well as by everyone else, the younger sister acceded. So they set out for Fuyuki. They summoned two aspects of the same Spirit and participated in the War.

>>However, the younger sister was proven right. The teamwork of the two suffered because they never could get along; they were both somewhat immature and very prideful, though they truly loved each other. Eventually, that lack of good teamwork resulted in the death of the older sister. Enraged by what happened, the younger sister fought really recklessly after that.

>>Even though the Servant was less strong than a Saber would normally be without her counterpart, the younger sister managed to eliminate all the remaining opponents but one thanks to her intelligence, skill as a magus and bold actions. Both Servants perished in the final battle, and the prize of the Grail remained unclaimed.

>>After that, our information ran dry for years, but we later pieced together what had happened. The former secondary heiress remained in Fuyuki, abandoning the clan due to her bitterness against all of them; she likely blamed them for losing her sister because they insisted on their participation in the War.

>>It was the last place anyone expected her to be. She started staying with one of those she defeated in the War at some point, and they fell in love and got married. His name was Tohsaka Yahiko and he had been the Master of Lancer.

>>The older sister had already married and had a child by that point, which is why the younger sister had been without pressure to marry. That orphan child was my grandmother. The child the elder sister later had was your father."

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Rin was silent, trying to digest the tale.

She then said, "so, why do you and your family insist that we were Crest thieves, if the younger sister gave it willingly?"

"...It is our greatest shame. Family is very, very important to us, the Edelfelts," Luvia said, "to chase away one of our own like that is anathema, though some blame the younger sister herself for abandoning her family in this case. You know that nobody in our clan has been allowed to set foot in Japan if there's the slightest chance there will be a Grail War soon, right? That's why."

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(Eventually, Rin is adopted by Luvia as her sister in a rather unpopular decision, possibly getting half the Edelfelt Crest, too.)

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*Yes, no Fourth or Fifth War
 
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AoMythology

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Shirou the Aozaki / true Emiya (working title)

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Kiritsugu and Shirou were speaking. The older male said, “Shirou, tell me. Do you remember anyone from your previous life? Anyone at all? This is important,” seriousness radiating from him.

The eight-year-old Shirou started his story. He reluctantly said, “it’s painful to even think of them. I had a mother but no father, I think.”

Static

Shirou kept trying to remember. He said, “I remember a redhead with blue eyes. Ao- something? I remember thinking her appearance strange, because she didn’t grow older.” Kiritsugu forgotten, the boy kept speaking. Shirou said, “she must have been my mother. I remember asking her about my father, and she said that he was a hero and a killer. How can someone be both, though?”

A strange noise escaped Kiritsugu, bringing Shirou back to reality. A new question entered Shirou’s mind: what was that ‘meep’ noise the old man made just now?

Kiritsugu ruffled up Shirou’s hair and said, “all right, Shirou. That’s enough - I can see remembering has strained you. We can revisit this topic some other time, all right?” Though he seemed more strained himself, somehow.

“Okay!” Shirou said, ignoring the strangeness of his father’s behavior. ‘I must have imagined things,’ he thought.

-----

Kiritsugu was on an outing with Raiga, but not to talk business. He simply wanted someone to drown his sorrows -or, rather, the insanity that surrounded his life, this time- with.

After an indeterminate amount of time, Raiga’s booming voice echoed, saying, “all right, Kiritsugu. Out with it.”

Kiritsugu started, looking at the older man in surprise. Still, he said, “What do you mean?” Stubbornly setting his jaw.

“Kiritsugu,” Raiga said, an impish smirk on his face, “my life has depended on my observation skills more than once. I’ve also raised a daughter who was much more stubborn in her teenage years than you are now, I assure you. You’ve met her daughter; imagine Taiga with a more serious personality and multiply the stubbornness by a factor of three, and you’ve got Saiga. You aren’t going to manage to fool me or overcome my patience, so don’t even try.”

Kiritsugu sighed. He seldom could get anything past the irritating old Mafioso. Still, should he- oh, to hell with it; though it might be the alcohol talking. He said, “Shirou remembered his biological mother.”

Raiga raised an eyebrow, indicating that he knew there was more to the story.

Kiritsugu sighed, then kept speaking. He said, “the thing is, I had met his mother before. As a one-night-stand.”

“I see,” Raiga said, though Kiritsugu doubted he truly saw.

After all, Aoko wasn't exactly a one-night-stand, she was a friend that Iri dragged into their bedroom.

“I got him to take a DNA test, and it’s a match. With me. It turns out that I’m not his adoptive father, but his actual dad,” Kiritsugu said, hiccupping a bit; realizing that he had had enough whiskey, he put the glass down.

Raiga studied him for a bit, then said, “Kiritsugu, do his origins actually change anything between the two of you?”

Kiritsugu thought for a moment, then said, “hnn,” not sure himself of what he meant by that grunt. Then, he suddenly devolved into an anger-filled monologue. He said, "what I don't understand is why she never told me. Fuck! What the hell was she thinking?! She's too irresponsible to raise a child on her own! That woman.... I was father to a second child, and she didn't even see it fit to tell me!"

Raiga ignored Kiritsugu's rant, put down his glass and did not touch the bottle of whiskey from that moment on, complaining in a low voice that whiskey did not agree with him, and that he much preferred sake to that foreign crap.

It only made Kiritsugu giggle, but he ended up breaking out sobbing immediately afterwards.

The next morning (afternoon, really), the horrible headache and the dryness of his tongue belied the fact that Kiritsugu, in fact, felt better than before. 'That Raiga,' he thought, 'he was a real help, I've got to admit. Conniving old man, he got a promise to give him one of the rarer guns in my possession out of me, too.'

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Shirou had just asked Kiritsugu to teach him Magecraft, for the umpteenth time.

“All right,” Kiritsugu said.

Shirou was about to ask him why not, when what Kiritsugu said registered. He said, “wa- wait, what?” Surprised to the point of stuttering.

“I said ‘all right’, Shirou,” Kiritsugu said, smiling for the first time in Shirou’s memory, other than that day, “would you rather look a gift horse in the mouth, or shall we start with the training?”

The ‘yeah! Let’s go!’ Shirou let out was deafening.

The first thing Kiritsugu taught him was how to open his Circuits and about the 'Switch' and ‘Trigger’, as he called them.

'The Switch is a concept that allows one to turn their Circuits on and off. Not everyone can manage it at all, even if they have Circuits; some can only do so imperfectly, and activate their Circuits only when they are angry, or aroused, or something else. The Trigger is an 'image' you 'picture' in your mind, preferably with more than one sense - as in, if it's a bee stinging you, you remember the pain, the sound of the buzzing AND its looks. Choose the image wisely; it has to be something you wouldn't normally do.'

Those were Kiritsugu's words.

Shirou saw his father’s certainty that Shirou had Circuits as strange, because in the past, one of the man’s arguments against teaching him Magecraft was that ‘most people have no Circuits’, but the boy ignored that as unimportant.

Meditation was a strange way to start learning the mystic arts, but if his father said that it was important for learning Magecraft, who was Shirou to argue?

It took a few weeks, during which Kiritsugu started Shirou on firearms training (a disaster); then, when that failed, Kyudo (the Way of the Bow), for Shirou to realize what meditation was all about. When he did, he was a natural, according to Kiritsugu. Shirou simply made himself enter the same state of mind he did for Kyudo whenever he meditated.

It only took Shirou a few days after that to find his Trigger (the hammer of a gun hitting the bullet; he would never again try shooting a gun, so it was a safe choice), and he ended up discovering twenty-seven Circuits of slightly above average Quality for his age; or so they both thought, at least.

The first spell Shirou was taught was the Structural Analysis. After Kiritsugu made sure that there would be no accidents with it, he disappeared… somewhere.

Shirou was often lonely, despite that freeloader’s ‘pleasant’ company, so his refuges were books (mundane or otherwise) and Magecraft training. That continued until a confrontation he had with the Tiger.

“Ne, Shirou-chan! Why don’t you like your neechan?!” Taiga shouted childishly.

“You’re a freeloader, you’re annoying, selfish, childish, violent… do I need to say more?” Shirou said, annoyed at her even more.

“I see,” Taiga said, strangely serious. Then, she said, “but is any of those the reason you push me away?”

Shirou straightened up, all of a sudden. This new Taiga was creeping him out. He said, “what do you mean?” And if his voice quivered a bit, he doubted Taiga would catch on.

The sixteen-year-old smiled knowingly and said, “I mean that you seem to be under the impression you don’t deserve to have any friends, Shirou. What you are doing is called ‘moping’, and it’s not much better than the ‘creepy emotionless kid’ thing you had going last year."

“I-” Shirou said, cutting himself off. He tried again, only to stutter once again.

“Think about it,” Taiga said and patted Shirou on the back, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

That night in his room, Shirou had a hard time falling asleep (and he didn’t even stay in the shed, despite Kiritsugu not being there to remind him. He turned in early). He could only think of Taiga’s words, and whether she was right about him moping and pushing people away.

-----

By the time Kiritsugu was back, a few months later, Shirou had improved his Structural Analysis to a frightening degree. His reserve of Od was suspiciously slow to run out, as his father put it, which was why he was able to improve so quickly. Unfortunately, he was no closer to having an answer to Taiga’s words.

He no longer saw the older girl as a freeloader though; in those few months, Shirou came to view Taiga as family; an annoying, somewhat violent older sister.

Kiritsugu took Shirou aside for a talk which was ‘the opposite of what an adoptive child usually hears from their parent’, whatever that meant.

“What do you mean, old man?” Shirou voiced out loud.

“Well, Shirou - I once knew your mother, so I had you give your blood that one time for a DNA test… and I’m your actual father,” Kiritsugu said, a strange look on his face.

Shirou processed the words, blinked a few times and said, “that does explain why you reacted in a weird way when I told you about my mother,” not bothered at all by the information.

Shirou also took in Kiritsugu’s features; the two of them had similar jaw lines and a similar eye color, though the man’s irises were a very deep brown, while Shirou’s were more of a golden brown. Otherwise, Shirou took after his mother, though he had auburn hair whereas his mother had bright red, from what he remembered.

Kiritsugu relaxed a bit, saying, “I’m glad you took this so well. I thought you might be angry.”

Shirou was puzzled. He said, “why would I be angry? Mom didn’t even tell you about me, right? So I don’t blame you for not being around before - and you’re around now, aren’t you? There’s something I was curious about, though.”

“What is it?” Kiritsugu asked.

“What did my mother mean when she called you a hero and a killer?” Shirou said, making Kiritsugu’s shoulders slump.

The man sighed and said, “that’s a talk for another time,” effectively killing the conversation.

-----

After a week or so of avoiding the topic, Kiritsugu started explaining what Aoko (that was his mother’s actual name) had meant by ‘hero and killer’.

He said, “Shirou. Listen carefully; this story is very important. It concerns my life. You see, when I was a kid, I wanted to be an ally of justice. Unfortunately, as I grew up, I realized that some people actively wanted to hurt and kill others, and nothing I did or said could change their minds. I also believed in the good of the many, so to save some people, I sacrificed others.”

Shirou couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He said, “but, wouldn’t you prefer to save everyone?”

Kiritsugu scoffed. He said, “of course I would! There’s nothing I would like more. Unfortunately, it’s not possible. In war, you have to pick a side, otherwise you will only make the war last longer, killing more people; when facing a Dead Apostle, you sometimes arrive too late, and most of the town have become members of the Dead; sometimes, it’s too risky to save some people, and trying anyway may well lead to way more people dying. I believed in weighing the number of people I would save with my actions; save the most I could, while killing the fewest.”

Shirou thought over what his father said, and realized something. Shirou said, “so, you have killed innocents just to save more lives?!” Incredulous.

“Yes,” Kiritsugu said, evenly.

Shirou tried to wrap his mind around the idea. After a bit of time, he said, “I need to think about this,” and went off to his shed, all but sprinting there.

-----

Kiritsugu covered his face with his hands. ‘That could have gone better,’ he thought, fear clenching his heart. He couldn’t help feeling proud of Shirou’s speed and stamina, showcased by how fast he ran away, though; the exercise regimen he had put Shirou on only a week before had paid dividends already. ‘Avalon might be accelerating Shirou’s body’s natural processes,’ Kiritsugu thought, knowing that only a week of training shouldn’t have been enough for such a huge improvement.

Apparently, Avalon had acquired some level of compatibility with Shirou somehow.*

Of course, Kiritsugu was far more strict in training Shirou than he would have been, had the young boy not been the actual child of such infamous parents; Shirou would have a lot of people after him as the son of the Blue and ’the’ Magus Killer, way more than he would as an adopted son who wouldn’t even inherit Kiritsugu’s Mysteries.

That brought along another question: should Kiritsugu let Shirou inherit the Emiya Crest? That would give the young boy more options for defending himself, but it would also bring more problems. The man had already had his Magic Crest removed in order not to risk it being affected by the Curse before he set out for Germany - he couldn’t use it well at all anymore anyway.

The next question involved donating a few of his own Circuits to put in the Crest, but that would mean the possible loss of his ability to use Magecraft, especially if he gave multiple Circuits, and he definitely didn’t want to give up on Illyasviel. He would need to think on it more. Though there was also the Curse of Angra Mainyu to consider; he would need to decide quickly, before it infected all of his Circuits.

Suddenly, the bell of the Emiya residence rang, and Kiritsugu was on alert. His senses had seriously dulled if he wasn’t able to tell someone was outside before they rang the bell. Knowing that Taiga had a key, Raiga was busy at this hour and not able to think of anyone else who would actually ring the bell, he proceeded cautiously, palming a gun.

Then, a familiar voice said, “Kiritsugu, if you don’t open this damn door right now, I will shatter it into pieces!”

Kiritsugu recognized Aoko’s voice and immediately paled, knowing that her threat was very much real, and that she had a propensity for overkill. He opened the door, gun forgotten in his haste and greeted the woman who was on the other side. Aoko simply skipped the pleasantries and said, “where is he?”

Kiritsugu’s mouth worked without his permission and said, “in the shed,” not bothering to explain further or express his anger with his old friend.

The whirlwind called Aoko took less than two seconds to sprint to said building.

-----

Shirou was carefully thinking over things. Not moping, as an inner voice that sounded suspiciously like Taiga told him.

(Crash)!

Shirou was startled out of his moping (thinking!) by the sound of a door being slammed open.

He prepared himself for a fight, only to see-

“Mom?” Shirou said, not really believing his eyes.

“…Shirou,” Aoko said, “I came as soon as I got Kiritsugu’s message,” teary-eyed.

Shirou simply tackle-hugged his mother, tears of joy running from his eyes, ignoring the small voice that told him he didn’t deserve to have her in his life.

After basking in each other’s presence in silence, Aoko spoke. She said, “so, why were you in a shed?”

Shirou started getting scared by the aura of danger that came from Aoko. He braved the fear, though, and said, “this is my workshop - kind of.”

“Workshop- Kiritsugu taught you Magecraft?!” Aoko said, shouting.

“Not so loudly, please,” Shirou said, holding his ears, “yes, he did.”

For a moment, Aoko looked sad, and made Shirou want to comfort her. But then, she grinned and said, “I wanted to be the one to teach you your first spell. Oh well - he hasn’t taught you much, has he?”

“No,” Shirou admitted, “he started a few months ago and showed me something called Structural Analysis.”

“…You had to ask many times before he finally decided to get off his ass and teach you, didn’t you?” Aoko said.

“How do you know?” Shirou asked, curious.

“I know Kiritsugu well enough to be able to tell,” Aoko said, grinning like the cat that caught the canary.

-----

Kiritsugu was waiting for Aoko in the living room with some tea ready; Shirou asked him how he managed to make tea without burning the water, which made Aoko snicker.

Kiritsugu said, “I’m not quite that bad, Shirou,” covering his face in his hands, exasperated. “Now, isn’t it time for you to go to bed?” He said afterwards, ready to have a talk with Aoko.

“It’s still twenty three minutes and nine seconds -now six- to my bedtime, old man,” Shirou says, without even looking at a timepiece.

Wait. “How do you know that, Shirou?” Kiritsugu said, scrutinizing his son.

“I can always tell exactly what time it is,” Shirou admitted with a small shrug.

“Then how come you end up falling asleep in the shed if I don’t come by to remind you?” Kiritsugu said, glaring at Shirou a bit.

“Ehehe,” Shirou let out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his head, which told Kiritsugu that Shirou simply didn’t care enough to even think of the time then. "I’ll… go to bed now,” Shirou said, obviously eager to avoid a scolding.

“You do that,” Kiritsugu said, hiding a small smile.

After Shirou was gone, Aoko said, “you two get along really well, I see,” tone neutral.

“Hmm,” Kiritsugu said, eyes narrowed; he was still mad at her.

“I suppose you’d like an explanation…?” Aoko said, looking resigned.

“That would be very welcome, yes,” Kiritsugu said, his tone making Aoko wince visibly, something he found as out of character for her.

Aoko took a deep breath and started talking. She said, “I knew how close a bond you and Iri shared. I didn’t want to risk ruining that. If you and Irisviel ever separated, I intended to tell you immediately.”

Kiritsugu took a moment to digest that. Afterwards, he said, “so, you didn’t even let me know I had a son? That’s-”

“I was aware that Iri was pregnant at the time,” Aoko said, making Kiritsugu fall silent, “she must have been seventeen weeks along or so; I mean four months, if my estimation wasn’t wrong anyway. I thought that her idea of a threesome was the product of hormones, or maybe she read something like that in a book or manga, so I went along with it, not expecting to get pregnant, myself. Of course, I never regretted having that threesome, let alone having Shirou; even if I had truly thought that the same Magic that made me not age also made me infertile,” shuddering in what looked like arousal when she mentioned the threesome.

“Yes, I remember,” Kiritsugu said, referring to her certainty she was infertile, “and of course you haven’t regretted -you were never the type to have regrets- but why didn’t you tell me after Iri- after the Holy Grail War?”

Aoko sighed. She said, “I thought Shirou was dead along with my parents. I had left him to them to take care of important business, and they picked that time -of all times- to go to Fuyuki on vacation. Aware of the happenings of the Moonlit World, they were not. At least not much - the shitty old man had chosen my sister as heir, then me; his child never factored in, not least because of a lack of Circuits. And before you ask, I didn’t check up on you because I wouldn’t be able to stand the reminder of Shirou, both because of the place and you.”

Kiritsugu nodded. He said, “I admit - I half hoped that your parents had pressured you to never tell me,” pursing his lips.

Aoko shook her head. She said, “do you know me to have ever been the type to give in to pressure or care what others think of me?”

Kiritsugu managed a semblance of a smile. He said, “good point. Well, thank you for being honest with me - even if it’s a bit late. But where do we go from here?”

He didn’t ask for an apology, and knew Aoko wasn’t the type to apologize anyway; even now, she didn’t quite regret not telling him, but that was simply who Aoko was. It would take him a while to forgive and forget, but he would give her a chance - for Shirou, if nothing else.

“I want to be in Shirou’s life," Aoko said firmly.

"That goes without saying," Kiritsugu said mildly, "I want to be in his life too, though."

Aoko nodded without hesitation, but did not speak. It was up to Kiritsugu to make the first step.

"Would you like to stay here? I mean permanently. My home has enough space," Kiritsugu said, his mind working in overdrive to figure out what he would tell people (especially Taiga) if Aoko accepted his offer.

Aoko mulled it over for a couple seconds at most, then said, "okay. Though I might leave for business at any time."

"Understandable," Kiritsugu said, "I have business and need to take prolonged trips of my own from time to time."

He was ready to shoot Aoko down if she asked just what his business might be (the old Aoko would have), but she never did. Huh. She had changed indeed.

...The next day, Kiritsugu told Shirou about Aoko staying with them, and the smile wouldn't leave his son's face. His son. His biological son. Kiritsugu still couldn't believe it.

Aoko took over much of Shirou's Magecraft training. According to her, Shirou had Circuits similar to hers, though she doubted that Shirou had the same elements as she did.

After quite a few tests, conducted by Aoko and Shirou himself mainly, with Kiritsugu's guidance (Kiritsugu was way better than her at most Magecraft, but he was also affected by the Curse), they reaffirmed that Shirou had twenty-seven Circuits, and that their straightforward Quality was barely above average. His Circuits were also very simple, or maybe very specialized, just like Aoko.

On the other hand, Shirou's Circuits were of much higher Quality than the obvious; according to Aoko, Shirou's Circuits were over twice as efficient when processing Mana as the usual, and at least fifteen times better at converting Od to Prana than the usual (even prodigious) Magus. His Circuits were also faster with their conversion, and the spin they could impart the Prana with was way, way greater than the norm. Also according to Aoko, Shirou's Circuits would improve even further with age if he was anything like her.

Shirou's Elements were Sword and Fire, while his Origin- well, Origins, were Sword and Time. Kiritsugu was looking at the results without speaking, full of disbelief. "He has dual Origins?" He managed to say out loud eventually.

"Just like you!" Aoko said, smirking.

Kiritsugu put a hand on his temple to massage it. He said, "yes, just like me, but that's NOT a good thing," seriously.

Aoko shook her head and said, "don't be like that; he doesn't even have the same Origins as you, so there's no need to worry so much."

Kiritsugu sighed out loud. She wasn't getting it. He said, "Aoko. His Origins aren't much better than mine. 'Sword' means he might think of himself as a tool, while 'Time'- well, I'm not sure. According to the tests, that might mean he will be more possessive of the people he cares about, but whether that will tone down the effect of the Sword Origin or worsen it, only time will tell... no pun intended."

Aoko simply shrugged and said, "then, we will have to teach him that he himself has value, too."

"Aoko, it might not be that easy-"

"I'm not one to worry about things I cannot affect," Aoko said, interrupting Kiritsugu, "either we can get him to have more self-esteem, or we can't. Either way, there's no need to fret further."

Kiritsugu closed his eyes for a few seconds. He got Aoko's point, but he couldn't help worrying. Even when he forgot his worry, that only lasted for a few seconds. "Those fledgling ideals of his," he said, "they are very worrisome."

"Whose fault is that?" Aoko said, though there was no hint of reproach in her voice.

"Mine," Kiritsugu admitted with no hesitation, "though the survivor's guilt certainly didn't help matters."


-----


"So, I have two Origins and two Elements? What does that mean?" Shirou asked, trying to make sense of the information. He knew that most of those who had two Elements tended to combine them, but little else.



His dad fielded that question. Kiritsugu said, "well, it seems like the Sword Origin is more prominent- I mean, a bit stronger than the Time Origin, since it's linked to the Sword Elemental alignment. I believe that you will be really good at any Magecraft that is related to swords. I don't know how good you might be at Fire Magecraft, nor if there is a combination element. How would you like to learn swordsmanship?"

'Yes please,' was the only thing Shirou could say. He did have another question, though. Shirou said, "what are yours and Mom's elements and Origins?"

This time, it was Aoko's turn. She said, "my Elements are Fire and Ether - unlike the usual for my family, which is Wind. Kiritsugu's are Fire and Earth, though he doesn't use them often. You shouldn't ask people their Origins, it's rather personal."

"Okay," Shirou said. Then, he asked, "what is the combined element of Fire and Earth?"

"You know," Kiritsugu said, thoughtful, "I never tried to find it. I know that Water and Wind is liquids manipulation, and that Fire and Water make H2O manipulation -that is, steam AND ice, strangely enough- but I never bothered combining my Elements. I am decent at orthodox Magecraft, but I simply... don't use it often."

Aoko changed the subject after that. She said, "speaking of not using Magecraft, what's wrong with your health, Kiritsugu?"

His dad had a strange look on his face, but Shirou quickly forgot about that when he realized just what his mother said. Shirou said, "you're sick?! Is that why you leave Fuyuki so much, Old Man- uh, Dad?"

Kiritsugu said, "yes. No. Well, it's complicated." He glared at Aoko and said, "because someone jumped the gun, I will have to say a few things early."

Shirou's mother had a serious look on her face. She said, "you're dying, aren't you?"

Kiritsugu had an even more sour look on his face, but Shirou couldn't bring himself to care. He said, "it's not true, is it Dad? You're not dying?!" Panicking.

Kiritsugu sighed and lifted a hand, saying, "let me finish."

-----

*This is not quite like that in canon, but I changed it - obviously.
 
I think it looks pretty interesting so far.
 

AoMythology

Apparently a report-er
I think it looks pretty interesting so far.
Thanks. :)

(If anyone has found a mistake, or something that contradicts canon lore, please tell me. It's been a while since I've played/read the VN, and I'm not familiar with most of the spinoffs.)
 

AoMythology

Apparently a report-er
Shirou the Aozaki / true Emiya 2
(Snippet 1)

“Shush, Kiritsugu. I'm trying to fix you – using True Magic as someone who has had it for only a decade is no laughing matter, you know!” Aoko said, glaring at Kiritsugu.

“I still am not sure about this!” Kiritsugu said, obviously worried, “what if the Curse spreads to you?”

Aoko rolled her eyes and said, “let me worry about that, Kiritsugu. Now, shut up and stay still.”

At last, Kiritsugu stopped. Aoko started chanting; the Counter Force pushed down on her, but because Aoko had gotten used to it, more powerful and because she was more careful with how she used her Magic nowadays, it was easier to bear.

"Hear me, Lord of All Creation.

In my name representing order (blue), I announce.

Everything will be corrected. (not. SANE)

Order has now fallen. (four timeless words)”

Her shortened aria came through, and Kiritsugu started changing; the signs of age left his face and frame; he filled out, no longer as thin as he had gotten in the past year and a half; any white hairs turned dark.

All in all, Kiritsugu looked like he was no longer in his thirties, but his early twenties instead.

At last, her True Magic spell ran its course. Kiritsugu stretched a bit, seemingly marveling at the ease of his movements. Aoko handed him a mirror, and the man started when he looked at it.

“You took me back way too far,” Kiritsugu said, wide-eyed.

“You're welcome,” Aoko said drily, “now, did it work? Is the Curse gone?”

Kiritsugu no longer had any difficulty breathing, so she was pretty sure she knew the answer to that question.

A few days later, with no sign of the Curse returning, Aoko and Kiritsugu, along with Shirou, went to Mifune City to see Doctor Jinan.

-----

Aoko and the guys had to wait at the reception until the doctor could examine them. Only minutes later, a girl in her early-to-mid teens came along. She had olive-green hair and hazel eyes.

The girl said, “hello honored customers; I am Jinan Tokie. Please follow me to my parents’ examination room,” bowing.

Aoko narrowed her eyes. This Tokie seemed warm and welcoming, but something was… off about her. Especially the way she looked at Shirou.

“Ah, is this your son?” Jinan Tokie said, looking at Shirou again, “he’s so cute!”

Shirou acted surprisingly shy, hiding behind Kiritsugu. Aoko, on the other hand, could tell that this girl was a succubus who preyed on younger boys, so she decided to give the girl a warning.

Normally, she wouldn’t ever interfere in Shirou’s love life, but this girl gave even Aoko the chills. She went near the girl, matching her stride, and said in a low tone (not quite whispering), “touch him and die, you perverse shotacon.”

Well, nobody claimed that Aoko was subtle.

“Ara…?” The shotacon said, turning to look at Aoko.

And stopping in place. Aoko wasn’t sure what the girl saw in Aoko’s face, but it made her not only freeze, but also let out a small squeak.

Then, the girl whispered, “the Blue,” in a voice full of fear and awe.

Aoko was even more annoyed – while she had mostly gotten over her actual name sounding like ‘blue’, she didn’t like being called by such a title, especially by the likes of this girl. Still, it seemed like the entire family knew about the Moonlit World – this girl even had some Magecraft capabilities, Aoko believed.

The girl shut up for the rest of the way to the exam room and didn’t look at Shirou or Aoko even once. Aoko was pleased to see sweat going down the girl’s face.

As soon as they entered the room, the girl made herself scarce. Aoko wouldn’t actually kill her –she believed in the sanctity of life until she got too enraged to care– but the girl didn’t need to know that.

...Wait, wasn’t doctor Jinan the personal physician of the Tohno family? Aoko should warn Shiki to beware this devil in the form of fifteen-year-old girl!

-----

Omake:

...Wait, wasn’t doctor Jinan the personal physician of the Tohno family? Aoko should warn Shiki to beware this devil in the form of fifteen-year-old girl!

What if she took his virginity? What if her devilish personality led Shiki to think that women should be ‘tamed’ and that made him brutal in the bedroom in the future?

Yes, no hussy would get to her Shiki! Reverse Hikaru Genji plan was still on!

‘Wait, did I just think that?’ Aoko thought, then shrugged.

She never backed down once she made a decision, so if she chose a boy only a year older than her son as her future husband, so be it. Hypocritical? Yes, but she didn’t care.
 
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Still good. A bit short, but good.
 

PCHeintz72

The Sentient Fanfic Search Engine mk II
What if she took his virginity? What if her devilish personality led Shiki to think that women should be ‘tamed’ and that made him brutal in the bedroom in the future?
I think,while it might be some time in coming... that Arcueid and Akiha would have a thing or two to say about this.
 
The year was 19XX, a small planetoid meteorite had recently entered Earth’s orbit. A small multi-national team of Astronauts was sent up to investigate the miniature planetoid. The rocks' surface was no different than any other asteroid of its kind. However, there was one thing about this Asteroid that was incredibly peculiar, something that nobody would have expected to find in space…

“That’s a bucket.” Mumbled one of the astronauts in confusion, as he approached the out-of-place object. The object in question, was an overly large bucket, or dust bin, seemingly carved from stone, with a large lid seemingly bolted into place, and a strange glowing crystal in the center of the lid.

“Should we call it in?” the second spacefarer asked. It wasn’t what they were expecting to find, but it definitely was not normal.

“Let’s see if there anything inside first. Don’t want to accidentally bring any Xenomorph eggs on board.” The first casually joked, attempting to push the lid off, and ultimately failing.

“Damn, things stuck tight. Give me a hand here!”

Despite their combined effort, the lid reminded securely in place.

“Is it just me, or has that gem started glowing brighter?” The second noted, after having given up removing the space dumpster’s lid. What had once been a dull, almost unnoticeable glow, now looked like somebody was shining a torch through from the other side.

“Seriously, what is that?” The first asked, reaching over and tugging the stone out.

The moment the jewel came loose, the atmosphere changed. Despite being in space, they felt the air, or lack of it rather, thicken with a type of dread one would feel in the presence of a predator. Unnoticed, the container had slowly started shaking, slowly growing more violent as cracks grew across the surface before violently exploding outwards, throwing both spacemen backward.

In the newly formed crater stoop a small group of females, a pair of pink-haired women one tall and sensual and the other closer in size to a child alongside a hooded female holding a staff and a shorter blond clutching a menacing black sword. At the forefront of the group, a woman with ethereal white hair and a black long-sleeved dress with blood-red linings, clearly unbothered by the vacuum of space.

“Ah… After ten thousand years I’m free.”

Turning to face the fleeing astronauts, the woman allowed a sadistic grin to make its way onto her face.

“As thanks, I’ll make your death’s quick and painless.”

With a quick gesture of her arm, a pair of shadows shot forth, piercing through the retreating human's heads.

“Now, it’s time to conquer Earth.”
 
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A small snippet of an idea for a Percy Jackson X F/GO idea.

"Hm, okay so the formula would be... I = mv2 - mv1 = m(v2 - v1)."

"Hm-hm."

"So then v1=242m/s and... v2=258m/s equals... 720,000 kg m/s!"

"That's right!" A small clap resounded throughout the room in the small apartment.

Percy Jackson leaned back with a yawn, feeling his back crack comfortably as he rolled his head around.

"These physics problems are torture! What's the point of knowing these stuff when we break them anyway?"

On his bed was a girl with her golden-blonde hair in a ponytail. in her lap was an open textbook indistinguishable from all the other books that surrounded them, near him was a paper book titled "DSTOMP: The Demigod Standard Test of Mad Powers."

"Hey! Physics is an important subject, don't you remember when I saved your life with it!" Annabeth said in false anger smiling while clicking her pen.

"Wait, really?" Percy said tilting his head.

"Remember our first quest Seaweed Brain? I-"

Percy drank in the normalcy of this scene. Only a few months ago was he fighting a giant evil robot with the face of a Roman Emperor, now here he was studying for University.

He wished for this to never end, no troubles, no saving the world just him and Annabeth together.

Which obviously meant things had to go wrong.

He immediately straightened up. Eyes dashing around the room as his senses scanned the room.

Annabeth held gave him a knowing look face filled with worry.

'You sense that too?'

He couldn't not sense it, it was like someone had shocked him with electricity, the back of his head buzzed.

He jumped off the bed and quickly exited his room in a run.

Entering the small living room he found... nothing out of the ordinary.

His stepfather Paul Blofis, was standing and rocking his baby sister Estelle while singing a small tune. His mom Sally Jackson was working on the couch, reading glasses on her face as her fingers moved across her laptop.

There was no worry on their faces, unlike the demigods, they couldn't sense whatever was worrying them.

"Percy, Annabeth what's wrong?" Paul asked.

Sally looked up from her laptop, noticing the pen in Percy's hand.

Percy himself was breathing heavily as running a marathon. Seeing his family fine didn't make him feel better, in fact, it made him feel worse. Knowing that his parents and baby sister could be in danger.

"I...Don't know."

He strode towards the window and opened it, peering out he saw people, no monsters, nothing. Just people walking around doing their things.

He lifted his head and stared at the sun, the light of Apollo's ride forcing him to squint.

'It's as if we're being watched.' Percy thought.

And then the world lit on fire.

It was in an instant.

Buildings or shelter provided no protection, they burned all the same.

Sally, Blofis, and Estelle didn't even have time to realize what was happening when they turned to ash, incinerated without pain.

"Per..cy."

Annabeth lasted longer, managing to stretch out her arm to him and say those final words before turning to dust.

Percy wasn't granted a painless death.

In the first second the flame didn't hurt, the power of his father Poseidon protected him.

But even the power of the Gods wasn't infallible.

He screamed as his skin melted, flame entering his lungs and roasting his voicebox.

His powers went wild, water appeared around him and disappeared just as quickly into steam.

Blood spurted out of his own vessels as they popped into steam.

Despite the pain as his nerves were charred he reached out a hand to where Annabeth once stood, in so much pain that he couldn't even think.

And then the floor burned away, and he fell into black, feeling nothing.

In that black, he saw.

A city just like Manhattan, covered in ever-burning flames.

A girl with white hair and in black who could only be described as a Witch, surrounded by dragons.

And the weirdest, a man in purple standing in front of the giant automaton that had attacked Camp Half-Blood. in front of him was a woman in red brandishing a weird zig-zaggy looking sword.

"Haaah!"

Percy jumped out of his bed hitting his head on the frame and landing on his nose.

"Haah...haah...hah."

Each breath came out heavy and labored.

It wasn't day, nor was everything on fire.

Before he could gather his thoughts his phone on his nightstand rang.

"Percy, we need to talk." Rachel's voice came through.

"Is it about the world suddenly turning on fire?" Percy asked.

"...Yes."

Just to note, this isn't a prologue or whatever. This is just something to reign in and control my thoughts. I'm still deciding how I want to write the story. Which is why this is super unpolished.

But to explain, Percy's having a dream where he sees Goetia burn everything and he sees some of the singularities.

As for why he sees only three singularities. It's because I just finished Fuyuki and Orleans and Septem are based on what I read from Timeless Academia.

If, when I do write this crossover this probably won't actually have this happen, or if I do it will be way less explicit. Maybe have Goetia pull a Kronos and actually notice Percy spying and do something.

Also as the vision with Septem shows, I am thinking of adding more Percy Jackson elements than just Percy Jackson. Like Nero from TOA. Also trying to decide if I should try to fuse the world's more, like Magus's knowing about gods and shit and maybe Percy being chosen by Chaldea instead of being suddenly sent there like Ritsuka.

Still have a lot to think about. So just chew on this for now.
 

seitora

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Random idea: Kerry changes his mind a little bit about keeping Shirou out of the hidden Magus world when he sees Rin one day playing at the park, looking lonely, and knows her as the Tohsaka heiress. He decides to set the two up on a couple of play dates to give Rin a friend to speak with and Shirou a little exposure to the Magus world. To Kiritsugu, he doesn't expect them to fight in the future, because as far as he knows, there won't ever be any more Grail Wars. Logistics would be rough, like having Kerry set these play dates up without ever meeting Kirei (maybe Taiga is the one who goes and meets Rin's guardian?). Mostly just an excuse to have Shirou and Rin as childhood friends instead of remaining relatively aloof and only really getting to know each other during the Holy Grail War.
 

chronodekar

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Staff member
Random idea: Kerry changes his mind a little bit about keeping Shirou out of the hidden Magus world when he sees Rin one day playing at the park, looking lonely, and knows her as the Tohsaka heiress. He decides to set the two up on a couple of play dates to give Rin a friend to speak with and Shirou a little exposure to the Magus world. To Kiritsugu, he doesn't expect them to fight in the future, because as far as he knows, there won't ever be any more Grail Wars. Logistics would be rough, like having Kerry set these play dates up without ever meeting Kirei (maybe Taiga is the one who goes and meets Rin's guardian?). Mostly just an excuse to have Shirou and Rin as childhood friends instead of remaining relatively aloof and only really getting to know each other during the Holy Grail War.
This sounds fun. I want to read it!

-chronodekar
 

AoMythology

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Welllll, here's a half-formed idea I had today.

Let's take a character in FSN (or the Nasuverse rather, more broadly), possibly but not necessarily a Canon character (could be a crossover cameo, an OC or whatever. The particular character themself doesn't matter in this snippet, though they would need to be a good fit. Possibly Adult Rin.).

This person has ended up believing in themself genuinely. Knowing, accepting and trusting themself, loving themself; real self-esteem and love, not bravado/arrogance, not narcissism. To such a level that they achieve the Third Magic that way, from a complete and utter level of confidence in themself, to the point their very soul has materialized and can interact with the world. Could be a comedy or just an unusually (for the Nasuverse) light-hearted adventure.

Bonus hilarity points if the character had never known they had Circuits, nor even that the supernatural was real.
 
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