Based off my idea of having Akabane Kuroudou from GetBackers find and raise Shirou. It's still unedited, and it's not the full chapter, so chances are it's riddled with mistakes. Rip it apart, people! :sisi:
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Chapter I:
Emiya Kiritsugu stared down at the child lying on the ground only a few meters before him. At his back, the fires generated by the grand finale of the Fourth Holy Grail War blazed, devouring everything they touched. It was clear to him, in his somber thoughts, that this boy, this innocent, was the only-
Kiritsugu was shaken out of his reverie as the ground shook with the force of another explosion, not far away. He approached the child slowly and carefully û the boy was badly wounded, and he-
BOOM!
Kiritsugu had just enough time to push the child away and jump back himself as an explosion ripped the ground he had been standing on apart. As it was, the shockwave sent him flying a good few meters away from the explosion point.
By the time he managed to get up from the ground, a wall of fire had separated him and the boy, and the flames around the area were threatening to trap him as well.
It was hopeless. He had to leave.
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Hours later, when fallen debris had smothered enough of the flames to allow entrance into the smoldering center of Fuyuki City, a lone black-clad figure traveled through the wreckage, the smoke filled air picking up the loose ends of the black suit coat he wore.
Hidden almost entirely, save for a small slit in the wide brimmed black hat that covered it, the manÆs face revealed nothing but a small, somewhat disappointed smile.
Things had taken an unlucky turn for him, you see. After hearing of the event taking place in Fuyuki, he had resolved to travel there, hoping to amuse himself out of his ever-present boredom by witnessing, and hopefully taking part in, the killing going on there. Unfortunately, several nuisances along the way had prevented him from arriving at a proper time, and now the occasion he had come here for was finished and out of his grasp.
He trudged through the ashes for a while, black coat flapping in the wind as he surveyed the wreckage.
After a while, he appeared to finally be satisfied that there was nothing of interest left, and turned to leave.
ThatÆs when he saw him.
A boy. He was just lying on the ground, covered in grime and blood. He wasnÆt moving at all, and there was nothing that seemed to indicate that he was still alive. Had he been anyone else, the man would have simply ignored the corpse and kept on walking, but a childà
Suffering children brought back memories. They embodied the manÆs greatest failure, and, to him, signified the entirety of humanityÆs defects. Someone so innocent was not meant to feel such pain.
Indeed, children were the only people the man had ever refused to kill, and the few that he would help unconditionally when he saw them suffering. The single one that had died because of him was enough.
But this one, though, this one was already dead.
The man turned around, sighing. He couldnÆt waste his time here anymore, and the child was long beyond saving.
Or so he thought.
At the very moment the man turned his back, the child woke up, wide, gold-colored eyes staring pleadingly at the manÆs retreating form.
A single cry was whispered from a throat rendered almost unusable by the smoke.
ôHelp!ö
No one should have heard him. His pleading was simply spoken too low for any normal human to hear at even a short distance.
But Akabane Kuroudou was anything but a normal human.
He approached the child without hesitation, hoisting him up in his arms and preparing himself to run. HeÆd get the child treated, and then heÆd leave him. After all, no matter how much the boy reminded him of his past, he wasnÆt about to take a child with him, rightà?
Akabane looked down at the child, who was tiredly giving him a thankful smile.
Right.
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Fuyuki City, Eight Years Laterà
To say that the area around Homurabara Gakuen wasnÆt one of the most peaceful places in Fuyuki would be a lie, even at midnight, a time of the day when crime around the city was at an all time high. Indeed, it seemed as if nothing could disturb the areaÆs tranquility.
Then the ground started shaking.
After a few seconds a massive armored truck, moving so fast it almost seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, speeded down the street. Its driver, whoever he was, seemed to have no regard for conventional rules of transit as he drove the truck in an almost demented pattern, several times coming close to hitting buildings, parked cars, and even a few lampposts, but always pulling a miraculous feat to avoid impact. Finally, the truck ended its insane ride with a screeching halt, stopping beside the main gate of FuyukiÆs most important high school.
The right door of the cab then flew open, and a teenager jumped out. His appearance was quite formal, consisting of a shirt, black tie, and a long black trenchcoat. What really grabbed attention was his shocking head of red hair and deep golden eyes, which scanned the surroundings attentively.
The boy then turned around and nodded at the driver of the truck, smiling in acknowledgement.
ôThank you, Mr. No-Brakes,ö he said, before closing the door of the cab. The truck immediately sped off, moving every bit as insanely as before.
The boy stared at the truckÆs retreating form for a while, and then turned around, sighing. His father disapproved of this little venture, he knew. But heÆd prove him wrong. HeÆd keep the events of a decade ago from repeating themselves.
The Fifth Holy Grail War had only just started in Fuyuki City, but Akabane Shirou fully intended to end it.
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Ok, not exactly a lot. I'll post another snippet tomorrow. In the meantime, please criticize, flame, and give your opinions on this thing. I'd really appreciate any sort of comment.
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Chapter I:
Emiya Kiritsugu stared down at the child lying on the ground only a few meters before him. At his back, the fires generated by the grand finale of the Fourth Holy Grail War blazed, devouring everything they touched. It was clear to him, in his somber thoughts, that this boy, this innocent, was the only-
Kiritsugu was shaken out of his reverie as the ground shook with the force of another explosion, not far away. He approached the child slowly and carefully û the boy was badly wounded, and he-
BOOM!
Kiritsugu had just enough time to push the child away and jump back himself as an explosion ripped the ground he had been standing on apart. As it was, the shockwave sent him flying a good few meters away from the explosion point.
By the time he managed to get up from the ground, a wall of fire had separated him and the boy, and the flames around the area were threatening to trap him as well.
It was hopeless. He had to leave.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Hours later, when fallen debris had smothered enough of the flames to allow entrance into the smoldering center of Fuyuki City, a lone black-clad figure traveled through the wreckage, the smoke filled air picking up the loose ends of the black suit coat he wore.
Hidden almost entirely, save for a small slit in the wide brimmed black hat that covered it, the manÆs face revealed nothing but a small, somewhat disappointed smile.
Things had taken an unlucky turn for him, you see. After hearing of the event taking place in Fuyuki, he had resolved to travel there, hoping to amuse himself out of his ever-present boredom by witnessing, and hopefully taking part in, the killing going on there. Unfortunately, several nuisances along the way had prevented him from arriving at a proper time, and now the occasion he had come here for was finished and out of his grasp.
He trudged through the ashes for a while, black coat flapping in the wind as he surveyed the wreckage.
After a while, he appeared to finally be satisfied that there was nothing of interest left, and turned to leave.
ThatÆs when he saw him.
A boy. He was just lying on the ground, covered in grime and blood. He wasnÆt moving at all, and there was nothing that seemed to indicate that he was still alive. Had he been anyone else, the man would have simply ignored the corpse and kept on walking, but a childà
Suffering children brought back memories. They embodied the manÆs greatest failure, and, to him, signified the entirety of humanityÆs defects. Someone so innocent was not meant to feel such pain.
Indeed, children were the only people the man had ever refused to kill, and the few that he would help unconditionally when he saw them suffering. The single one that had died because of him was enough.
But this one, though, this one was already dead.
The man turned around, sighing. He couldnÆt waste his time here anymore, and the child was long beyond saving.
Or so he thought.
At the very moment the man turned his back, the child woke up, wide, gold-colored eyes staring pleadingly at the manÆs retreating form.
A single cry was whispered from a throat rendered almost unusable by the smoke.
ôHelp!ö
No one should have heard him. His pleading was simply spoken too low for any normal human to hear at even a short distance.
But Akabane Kuroudou was anything but a normal human.
He approached the child without hesitation, hoisting him up in his arms and preparing himself to run. HeÆd get the child treated, and then heÆd leave him. After all, no matter how much the boy reminded him of his past, he wasnÆt about to take a child with him, rightà?
Akabane looked down at the child, who was tiredly giving him a thankful smile.
Right.
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Fuyuki City, Eight Years Laterà
To say that the area around Homurabara Gakuen wasnÆt one of the most peaceful places in Fuyuki would be a lie, even at midnight, a time of the day when crime around the city was at an all time high. Indeed, it seemed as if nothing could disturb the areaÆs tranquility.
Then the ground started shaking.
After a few seconds a massive armored truck, moving so fast it almost seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, speeded down the street. Its driver, whoever he was, seemed to have no regard for conventional rules of transit as he drove the truck in an almost demented pattern, several times coming close to hitting buildings, parked cars, and even a few lampposts, but always pulling a miraculous feat to avoid impact. Finally, the truck ended its insane ride with a screeching halt, stopping beside the main gate of FuyukiÆs most important high school.
The right door of the cab then flew open, and a teenager jumped out. His appearance was quite formal, consisting of a shirt, black tie, and a long black trenchcoat. What really grabbed attention was his shocking head of red hair and deep golden eyes, which scanned the surroundings attentively.
The boy then turned around and nodded at the driver of the truck, smiling in acknowledgement.
ôThank you, Mr. No-Brakes,ö he said, before closing the door of the cab. The truck immediately sped off, moving every bit as insanely as before.
The boy stared at the truckÆs retreating form for a while, and then turned around, sighing. His father disapproved of this little venture, he knew. But heÆd prove him wrong. HeÆd keep the events of a decade ago from repeating themselves.
The Fifth Holy Grail War had only just started in Fuyuki City, but Akabane Shirou fully intended to end it.
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Ok, not exactly a lot. I'll post another snippet tomorrow. In the meantime, please criticize, flame, and give your opinions on this thing. I'd really appreciate any sort of comment.