Well, here is chapter 6, sorry once again that it took so long. No real battles in this one and it was a lot harder to start writing than ever before 
I Hope you will enjoy it.
Miracle 6
What a waste. Why did we have to come to this dump anyway?
The boy's voice is starting to...irritate him.
A lot.
Why did this lowborn mongrel feel the need to whine and moan like some kind of whore all the time? That man, no, that boy was not fit to be a master. Most certainly not of a servant like Gilgamesh
By the hells, he wouldn't wish this annoying waste of breath on that damn red-coated faker.
His first servant most likely killed herself to get away from the brat. Hearing that whiny voice all day must have made the woman even weaker than she had already been.
Still, seeing his masters look he decides to answer the fool.
It wasn't the brat's fault if he could not be as intelligent as Gilgamesh. Such was the difference between a lowly commoner like Shinji and the king of kings, but it would be problematic if the boy kept on pestering him anymore.
He might just end his pitiful existence if he opened his sissy little mouth even one more time.
As such it falls to him to enlighten his idiot of a master.
Turning around the golden haired servant stares at his master for a second, making him fidget a little.
Something important was supposed to be here, master, besides I thought you would be happy if we killed one of your enemies. One less foe for you to worry about, right?
But the Grail isn't here.
There has been a battle, that is a given, he would have to be blind to not notice it.
Debris are everywhere, a residue of magical energy still fills the castle and the blood....
It is everywhere. It looks like the entire hallway is painted in red. The crimson stains cover every wall, the entire floor, even the ceiling has some dark blotches on it.
It does have a kind of style though. It reminds him of a painting he had sometime ago. The different shades of red mix together nicely and the white marble makes for a nice contrast.
But the grail is not here.
Someone must have defeated Berserker before him and taken the grail with them. There were no traces of the girl after all.
Such a bother, he had told that fool priest relying on the Einzbern's grail was stupid, but alas, Kotomine lacked Gilgamesh's understanding of the battlefield and the tactics one employed on it.
So now he has to improvise.
He will need a magus first. Someone expendable.
Man, why do I always get saddled with useless servants. I want to go back, it's cold here and obviously what you sought is not here anymore. Let's go, Archer.
He can't help it.
Gilgamesh, the king of heroes, twitches.
Slowly his face morphs into a pained grimace and a manic glint appears in his eyes as he continues to look at his master.
Well, well, well, it looks as if you actually have a use now master. How fortunate that even a mongrel like you has a reason for existance.
A moment of silence envelopes them as the boy realized what his servant has said to him.
His face flushes.
Shinji's stunned expression gives way to rage.
Arrogance and fear, mixed with false bravado.
WHAT? What are you talking about you idiot? I'm your master, Kotomine gave you to me. Show me proper respect like the servant you are.
Taking a step forward the young man tries to assert himself.
A flash of light.
The first blade pins his hand against the wall before he can react.
THUCK.
THUCK.
THUCK.
The moment the first scream leaves his lips his other hand and his legs are pinned to the wall as well.
The scream is shrill. And short.
The boy starts to chock. The pain he feels is still numbed, but with every passing moment his mind realises just how much damage his body has taken.
Blood drips down from the blades, Shinji can't help but watch as the blood falls unto the floor.
That is his blood.
His blood.
Falling to the floor.
His stomach rebels. He starts to heave but even that slight movement brings him new heights of pain.
He pukes, pinned to the wall as he is, he pukes his guts out and every time his body spasms the blades in his hands and legs cut even deeper into his flesh.
All the while the golden-clad servant still stares at him with those unblinking red-eyes.
His lips quirk.
I must admit, I did not think it would be this satisfying, but I'm feeling more and more generous for every second I see you suffer, mongrel.
The boy doesn't answer.
He can't answer. His lips move but no sound comes out.
His whole body is shaking now. Fear and pain fill his entire being, robbing him of any strength he may have had left.
A puddle is forming under him, his own blood is soaking his clothes as he hangs there.
Well, seeing how your pain amuses me so, I will grant you some mercy and I know exactly how. Let me teach you about your place in the world, master.
The boy starts to shiver at those words.
When he sees the swords appear behind his servant an uncomfortable warm and wet feeling descends down his pants.
It takes him a second to realise that he pissed himself.
After being crucified he didn't think he could scream anymore.
He was wrong.
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Umm, rice?
He isn't nervous.
Not at all.
After all, there is no reason for Shirou Emiya to be nervous just because in front of him sits the black swordsman that fought Saber to a standstill. Right next to the former master of Berserker.
Right.
No need to be nervous.
Tohsaka feels the same way if he judges her fidgeting and worried glances right.
So he simply brings another bowl of rice for his guests. Uninvited guests, that is. Uninvited guest who has forced his way into his home with his sword and a presence that scares the shit out of Shirou.
And the way Ilya is tearing into her bowl makes this a pretty surreal experience.
On the other hand, her presence here without Berserker is bad news. The crude stone blade Assassin has carried with him spoke volumes.
If Assassin has killed Berserker then Caster has just about won the grail war.
Not that the black swordsman seems inclined to kill them or bring them to the temple. In fact he looks quite content with eating his fill.
Rallying his courage Shirou addresses him again.
So....what are you doing here?
The single eye gazes at him. A smile forms.
Shirou swallows and tries not to show his discomfort.
That guy.... is creepy.
I guess I should kill you guys before you become a problem, that's what you do with servant-less masters right?
The man's voice sounds almost amused. As if this is some kind of joke. As if playing with their minds and lives is just some big joke to him.
A young voice interrupts before Shirou can explode.
He's going to protect me.
All eyes are on Ilya now. Her face remains impassive.
Protect you? Remember me killing your servant not that long ago, why shouldn't I finish the job?
Puzzlement. Guts can't say what that girl is thinking, making such a bold claim.
The young girl glares at him for a moment before she jumps up and points her finger in to his face.
You killed my Berserker, that means you owe me big time. So you'll have to protect me.
Silence then....
Laughter.
The black swordsman is laughing. He is laughing so hard can't even sit straight anymore.
Shirou glances at Ilya.
Her face is red and she has pulled her hand back. Yet, she is standing her ground. That girl...is totally convinced of the truth in her statement.
Assassin stops laughing and glances at her with his eye.
Again that frightening smile blooms on his face.
Girl, that sword of mine is made for killing, not protecting.
His answer is short but there is kind of undercurrent none of the three masters understands.
So? Just swing that big sword of yours around like an idiot and I'll be safe, right? I'll trust you to keep me alive then.
His eye opens wide for a moment.
His imagination is making a fool out of him.
It has to be because....for a moment he sees his little witch instead of the young girl in front of him. These words.
She had said something like that as well, tears in her eyes and clinging to his beaten and bruised body and she had done just as she had said. She had trusted him and in turn kept him from losing it completely to the rage inside of himself.
And he had kept her safe, kept them all safe, fighting like a man possessed.
Right till the moment she had sent him to his last battle.
Shaking his head he pushes those thoughts away. No time for daydreams right now. He has a war to fight after all. He can worry about returning later.
Trust me, eh? Well, I guess that's a good enough reason after all.
That said he continues to eat.
Ilya continues to stand for a second before she smiles, let's herself fall into her seat and tears into her own bowl of rice again.
Everything has been taken care of.
Trading glances with shrugging Rin, Shirou Emiya suddenly feels a headache coming.
Still they needed a servant to take care of Archer to get Saber back.
Glancing at the eating Assassin, Shirou nods to himself.
This might work after all.
I Hope you will enjoy it.
Miracle 6
What a waste. Why did we have to come to this dump anyway?
The boy's voice is starting to...irritate him.
A lot.
Why did this lowborn mongrel feel the need to whine and moan like some kind of whore all the time? That man, no, that boy was not fit to be a master. Most certainly not of a servant like Gilgamesh
By the hells, he wouldn't wish this annoying waste of breath on that damn red-coated faker.
His first servant most likely killed herself to get away from the brat. Hearing that whiny voice all day must have made the woman even weaker than she had already been.
Still, seeing his masters look he decides to answer the fool.
It wasn't the brat's fault if he could not be as intelligent as Gilgamesh. Such was the difference between a lowly commoner like Shinji and the king of kings, but it would be problematic if the boy kept on pestering him anymore.
He might just end his pitiful existence if he opened his sissy little mouth even one more time.
As such it falls to him to enlighten his idiot of a master.
Turning around the golden haired servant stares at his master for a second, making him fidget a little.
Something important was supposed to be here, master, besides I thought you would be happy if we killed one of your enemies. One less foe for you to worry about, right?
But the Grail isn't here.
There has been a battle, that is a given, he would have to be blind to not notice it.
Debris are everywhere, a residue of magical energy still fills the castle and the blood....
It is everywhere. It looks like the entire hallway is painted in red. The crimson stains cover every wall, the entire floor, even the ceiling has some dark blotches on it.
It does have a kind of style though. It reminds him of a painting he had sometime ago. The different shades of red mix together nicely and the white marble makes for a nice contrast.
But the grail is not here.
Someone must have defeated Berserker before him and taken the grail with them. There were no traces of the girl after all.
Such a bother, he had told that fool priest relying on the Einzbern's grail was stupid, but alas, Kotomine lacked Gilgamesh's understanding of the battlefield and the tactics one employed on it.
So now he has to improvise.
He will need a magus first. Someone expendable.
Man, why do I always get saddled with useless servants. I want to go back, it's cold here and obviously what you sought is not here anymore. Let's go, Archer.
He can't help it.
Gilgamesh, the king of heroes, twitches.
Slowly his face morphs into a pained grimace and a manic glint appears in his eyes as he continues to look at his master.
Well, well, well, it looks as if you actually have a use now master. How fortunate that even a mongrel like you has a reason for existance.
A moment of silence envelopes them as the boy realized what his servant has said to him.
His face flushes.
Shinji's stunned expression gives way to rage.
Arrogance and fear, mixed with false bravado.
WHAT? What are you talking about you idiot? I'm your master, Kotomine gave you to me. Show me proper respect like the servant you are.
Taking a step forward the young man tries to assert himself.
A flash of light.
The first blade pins his hand against the wall before he can react.
THUCK.
THUCK.
THUCK.
The moment the first scream leaves his lips his other hand and his legs are pinned to the wall as well.
The scream is shrill. And short.
The boy starts to chock. The pain he feels is still numbed, but with every passing moment his mind realises just how much damage his body has taken.
Blood drips down from the blades, Shinji can't help but watch as the blood falls unto the floor.
That is his blood.
His blood.
Falling to the floor.
His stomach rebels. He starts to heave but even that slight movement brings him new heights of pain.
He pukes, pinned to the wall as he is, he pukes his guts out and every time his body spasms the blades in his hands and legs cut even deeper into his flesh.
All the while the golden-clad servant still stares at him with those unblinking red-eyes.
His lips quirk.
I must admit, I did not think it would be this satisfying, but I'm feeling more and more generous for every second I see you suffer, mongrel.
The boy doesn't answer.
He can't answer. His lips move but no sound comes out.
His whole body is shaking now. Fear and pain fill his entire being, robbing him of any strength he may have had left.
A puddle is forming under him, his own blood is soaking his clothes as he hangs there.
Well, seeing how your pain amuses me so, I will grant you some mercy and I know exactly how. Let me teach you about your place in the world, master.
The boy starts to shiver at those words.
When he sees the swords appear behind his servant an uncomfortable warm and wet feeling descends down his pants.
It takes him a second to realise that he pissed himself.
After being crucified he didn't think he could scream anymore.
He was wrong.
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Umm, rice?
He isn't nervous.
Not at all.
After all, there is no reason for Shirou Emiya to be nervous just because in front of him sits the black swordsman that fought Saber to a standstill. Right next to the former master of Berserker.
Right.
No need to be nervous.
Tohsaka feels the same way if he judges her fidgeting and worried glances right.
So he simply brings another bowl of rice for his guests. Uninvited guests, that is. Uninvited guest who has forced his way into his home with his sword and a presence that scares the shit out of Shirou.
And the way Ilya is tearing into her bowl makes this a pretty surreal experience.
On the other hand, her presence here without Berserker is bad news. The crude stone blade Assassin has carried with him spoke volumes.
If Assassin has killed Berserker then Caster has just about won the grail war.
Not that the black swordsman seems inclined to kill them or bring them to the temple. In fact he looks quite content with eating his fill.
Rallying his courage Shirou addresses him again.
So....what are you doing here?
The single eye gazes at him. A smile forms.
Shirou swallows and tries not to show his discomfort.
That guy.... is creepy.
I guess I should kill you guys before you become a problem, that's what you do with servant-less masters right?
The man's voice sounds almost amused. As if this is some kind of joke. As if playing with their minds and lives is just some big joke to him.
A young voice interrupts before Shirou can explode.
He's going to protect me.
All eyes are on Ilya now. Her face remains impassive.
Protect you? Remember me killing your servant not that long ago, why shouldn't I finish the job?
Puzzlement. Guts can't say what that girl is thinking, making such a bold claim.
The young girl glares at him for a moment before she jumps up and points her finger in to his face.
You killed my Berserker, that means you owe me big time. So you'll have to protect me.
Silence then....
Laughter.
The black swordsman is laughing. He is laughing so hard can't even sit straight anymore.
Shirou glances at Ilya.
Her face is red and she has pulled her hand back. Yet, she is standing her ground. That girl...is totally convinced of the truth in her statement.
Assassin stops laughing and glances at her with his eye.
Again that frightening smile blooms on his face.
Girl, that sword of mine is made for killing, not protecting.
His answer is short but there is kind of undercurrent none of the three masters understands.
So? Just swing that big sword of yours around like an idiot and I'll be safe, right? I'll trust you to keep me alive then.
His eye opens wide for a moment.
His imagination is making a fool out of him.
It has to be because....for a moment he sees his little witch instead of the young girl in front of him. These words.
She had said something like that as well, tears in her eyes and clinging to his beaten and bruised body and she had done just as she had said. She had trusted him and in turn kept him from losing it completely to the rage inside of himself.
And he had kept her safe, kept them all safe, fighting like a man possessed.
Right till the moment she had sent him to his last battle.
Shaking his head he pushes those thoughts away. No time for daydreams right now. He has a war to fight after all. He can worry about returning later.
Trust me, eh? Well, I guess that's a good enough reason after all.
That said he continues to eat.
Ilya continues to stand for a second before she smiles, let's herself fall into her seat and tears into her own bowl of rice again.
Everything has been taken care of.
Trading glances with shrugging Rin, Shirou Emiya suddenly feels a headache coming.
Still they needed a servant to take care of Archer to get Saber back.
Glancing at the eating Assassin, Shirou nods to himself.
This might work after all.
