[F/SN + F/Z Spoilers] (Continuation of the Dream) Shinji/Stay Night: A Zouken's Feel Route CYOA *Updated June 26*
OneTrueEmiyaJun 26, 2016 1:09 AM
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WELCOME BACK TO SHINJI/STAY NIGHT First of all, welcome back everyone! Let's get this right back on track. The following are the chapters currently posted at here (AO3, the only fanfic archive where they allow me to post links to images) so if this place does get nuked, you know where to find more (with some typos cleaned up too, especially that messy Ado Edem chapter). And voting is still open for the most recent chapter, so please cast them ASAP! |
OneTrueEmiyaMay 4, 2016 8:56 PM
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| 2. Go to the Einzbern Forest. Time to have a bit of “fun” with the loli~ Day 11 Zouken's Feel Near Side Edelstein  Of course, there is only one place you should go to, especially after what happened the last time you were there. “Alright,” you reply enthusiastically. “We’ll visit Einzbern’s. I think it’s time I paid them back for their hospitality.” “Hoh? Hospitality, you say?” Gilgamesh asks, looking mildly interested. “Did they offer a ceasefire?” The two of you walk down the road, heading over to Shinto. You plan to hail a taxi, as there is no way you can walk all the way to the Einzbern Forest in your state of fatigue. “Eh? Not really. That girl tried to kill me with her Servant, so I’m just paying her back.” “‘That girl’, hmm? So you’ve met the Grail for this War already, Shinji?” You scratch your head. “Grail? What’re you talking about, Gil? I met the Einzbern representative, but she wasn’t holding the Grail or anything…” Gilgamesh falters in his strides for a moment. You glance back at him, but he has already recovered his calm demeanour.  “…I see. So you didn’t know.” He opens a golden portal on his right, letting a golden figurine fall into his hand.  “Imagine this is the meat doll, Shinji,” he says as he tosses the priceless object up and down casually. Your eyes follow its ascent and descent, drawn by its golden glow and its meticulous craftsmanship. “This is before the start of the War, when it is still empty.” He continues to toss it up and down. “During the War, seven Servants fight one another and are slowly killed. Their souls are sent to the Grail.” You nod in sync with its movement. “I still don’t see—” “Now then,” Gilgamesh cuts in, tossing the figurine into the air one final time and sending it flying into a golden portal. “When all seven Servants are sent to the Grail…” Another golden portal opens up, this time just above the previous one.  A golden goblet drops into Gilgamesh’s outstretched hand. He tosses it to you, and you fumble for a bit before grasping onto it. “That meat doll sheds its human form and becomes the Grail as you know it.” “…” You aren’t sure what to say to this, as it seems impossible for that girl to suddenly become a golden goblet capable of granting wishes. “Of course, there’s a lot more to this than just that, but none of that is relevant right now,” Gilgamesh states with a tone of finality. He gestures to you for the goblet and you hand it over to him. He tosses it over his shoulder and it vanishes into a golden portal soundlessly. “For now, just know that we need the Einzbern doll.” You scratch your head again. “Ah, I think I get it now. But I have one question, Gil.” “Hoh? What is it? Was my explanation inadequate?” “Oh no, I kind of get it now,” you explain with a sheepish smile. “But…since we only need her body, can I…do things to her?” Your left hand fiddles with your pants zipper unconsciously. Gilgamesh breaks into a feral grin as he replies, “Why, all I ask is that you keep her heart intact. As for anything else…it’s up to your judgment, Shinji.”  You return that grin with added interest. ~~~  You reach the Einzbern Forest just before noon. Though there is ample sunlight outside, the moment you step into the woods, you feel as if it is almost evening. It hardly dampens your mood, however. You know that this time, things will be different. ”That’s right. This time, I have Gil. I won’t be pushed around by you assholes anymore!” Gilgamesh walks ahead of you, his posture relaxed. You note that his hands are no longer in his pockets though. “Why…?” you hear him mutter to himself. “Then it knows?” You stay quiet, knowing that the King of Heroes is deep in thought. You strain your ears to hear more, but he has stopped muttering and the only sounds you can hear are the crunching noises the two of you make as you walk deeper and deeper into the forest.  Five minutes pass. The first one to break the unnatural silence is Gilgamesh. “…Shinji. Was there a defensive barrier when you came here the last time?” “…ah. So that’s why he’s on edge.” “No, I don’t think so. Maybe Einzbern doesn’t know how to make one. She’s just a little girl, after all. ” Gilgamesh shakes his head and turns back to glance at you sharply. “That can’t be. I think it knows we’re here.” “Then…” “That’s right, Shinji. It knows that the barrier won’t stop me,” Gilgamesh drawls. The two of you walk into a clearing. Suddenly, Gilgamesh stops walking and raises his voice. “So hurry up and greet me, meat doll! My patience is starting to wear thin.” His voice echoes slightly, but there is no reply. You shift awkwardly, not knowing how to react to your friend’s declaration. A few seconds pass agonisingly before a gust of wind blows across your face. With it carries a soft giggle. “Hehe, you really are as arrogant as onii-chan says you are~” A small figure garbed in purple appears in front of you, stepping out of the murky gloom that is the forest. “I thought you wanted to meet me in my castle, Gilgamesh,” she says teasingly.  Gilgamesh’s expression does not change. “I take it you are the meat doll the Einzberns supplied for this War.”  “That’s right,” she replies, curtseying. “I am Illyasviel von Einzbern, the Grail vessel of this War. You are Gilgamesh, the Archer from the Fourth, I suppose?” Gilgamesh does not reply, and Illyasviel stands up straight, her red eyes glaring straight at his even as she puts on a friendly smile. “I didn’t expect you to come here so soon though. I thought my brother had…disarmed you recently.” You flinch. Not even you would dare to talk about that particular instant, let alone tease him about it. You walk over to him, hoping that he isn’t too angry.  “Hoh? The meat-sack has an opinion?” Gilgamesh asks softly as he rakes his hand through his blonde hair. On his face is a murderous grin that roots you to the ground. “Maybe the Einzbern should have trained you better than to insult a King.” “Oh right, you’re the King of Heroes,” Illyasviel quips before breaking into her own grin. “You seemed rather harmless back then though.” An instant reaction from Gilgamesh. Six portals spring up from behind him, ready to fire at the diminutive figure in front of him. “…I did not ask for a mongrel’s opinion. I suggest you silence yourself before I make you armless, doll.” Her reply is just as quick.  Silver threads burst out of her sleeves and transform into four silver birds. “Oh, you’re willing to use your treasures on me? You don’t need to go out on a limb just for me~”  There is no hesitation. Gilgamesh does not even acknowledge that statement, shooting a golden spear at her instead. “Wait, Gil! We need her ali—” "Acht, Sieben, Sechs—!” And at the same time, a cry from behind Illyasviel reaches your ears.  “Stil, schießt Beschießen, Erschie Ssung—!” Three spires of ice and a compressed air tunnel crashes into the spear, deflecting it just enough to miss the young girl. A fourth figure steps into view. “Rin?! I told you to run…!” “Tch, you’re King Edem’s…?” “Tohsaka…!”  “Sorry I’m late, Illya.”  Illyasviel dismisses her silver birds and turns to face her ally. “I told you to run! What are you doing here? We can’t defeat them without a Serva—”  “—and leave you here to die?” Rin retorts snappily. “I don’t care what happens to you, but Emiya-kun will be very sad if he finds out about this.”   “…you really are a dumb bumpkin, Rin,” Illyasviel sighs as she turns back to face the two of you. “We have no chance of winning this anyway, so ju—“ “When you’re done barking amongst yourselves, mongrels, kindly bleed for me. I don’t have time for this nonsense.”  Eight weapons emerge this time as you feel the anger rolling off your best friend. You can sense he is quickly reaching his limit, and might not be able to hold back enough to keep the Grail intact. “Err, Gil? Maybe w—“  It’s too late, as he’s already sent the blades whistling towards them. But as you watch on helplessly... “I agree completely, King of Heroes. We don’t have time for this.”  A single blue shot buries itself next to Tohsaka and Illyasviel, sending them flying to the left just as the blades skewer the ground they were standing on. Tohsaka is the first to react, leaping up with three jewels in her left hand and four more in her right. A blue figure lands beside her, a bow in his hand.  Servant Archer does not spare you even a single glance. His posture is rigid, and his attention is completely on Gilgamesh. “Sorry to interrupt this fight, but I can’t let you kill her,” he says. “While I would normally prioritise my mission above everything else, this is something I cannot overlook.”  Gilgamesh slowly turns to face him. Twelve golden portals hang in the air. “Walk away now, Archer. I may consider sparing your life for now if you do so.” Archer shakes his head, his smile still on his face. “Sorry, but I’m not as depraved as that boy over there as to harm my best friend’s sister,” he says quietly. He pulls Illyasviel to her feet and places his hands on her shoulders. “When I said I was your brother’s ally, I wasn’t joking. He was — and still is — my best friend. Run away and find somewhere to hide until he returns, I’ll take care of this.”  “You mean ‘we’ll take care of this’,” Tohsaka adds, stepping forward and turning her back to Illyasviel. “I don’t need your protection, Archer. Just help me hold out until Lancer returns.”  “Rin…Archer…” Illyasviel says in wonder, her small white hands gripping themselves tightly. “Remember to tell him about that, Illya.” Archer says as he pats her on the head. “I know it isn’t much, but that is all I can do to help you guys from now on.” She nods and runs out of the clearing. “…are you insane, you mongrel?” That voice asks. But it is not a question. It is more of a statement, as if the owner of that voice has already passed judgment on them and is merely following through the motions.  “Do you think that you can actually buy time against me, you curs?” Twelve portals become twenty-four. “Do you think I’ll let that pathetic excuse for a meat-sack get away after she insulted me?” Swords, lances, hammers, spears. All sorts of weapons protrude out of the golden portals. As if it were as normal as taking a morning stroll, Archer takes an arrow out from his sleeve and shoots it straight at Gilgamesh. A red sword intercepts it immediately, and continues forward to Archer—  —who proceeds to silkily leap to the side and snatch it out of mid-air. “Hmm, not a bad sword at all,” he says, taking a few practice swings, seemingly oblivious to the growing murderous intent directed at him. “Too bad I detonated Gilgamesh already though, or I would be able to compare how much more powerful this is.” He tosses it to the side and it promptly dissolves into gold particles. The owner of the sword flings out his arm and tears his other hand through his hair. “…when I’m done with you, Archer, you’ll regret every word and decision you have made this day. When I’m done with you, not even a single scrap of your worm-infested skull will remain in this world.” Tens of portals appear behind Gilgamesh, covering the clearing in a ghastly golden glow. You gulp and instinctively take a step back, but then you realise something. While it would be great to let Gilgamesh take care of both foes, you wonder if he will leave at least one of them intact enough for you to take your frustrations out on. With that thought, you— 1. interrupt Gil’s fight with Archer. He’s your future self, not his! And you're sick of being interrupted by everyone! 2. pick a fight with Tohsaka. She’s due a good zipping, and you should be able to defeat her if you surprise her and copy MATOU’s martial arts. 3. go home. Let Gil take care of everything, you’ll find someone else to torture along the way. |
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Their first meeting is a chance one. They were never meant to meet in the first place. In many other continuities, many other possibilities, they would have passed by each other without batting a brow. After all, the stage had not been set, and the cast had not been gathered. In a few days, that will change with the introduction of the sixth and seventh. But for now, nothing holds them together. Yet the red string of fate unravels at that particular moment and entangles them in ways neither could possibly have imagined. He is supposed to be engrossed in his magazine, but something sharp catches his eye and he turns around immediately. “…oh.” That person stops too. “…what…?” Red meets blue. “Beautiful…” His life is changed forever. Day 11 Zouken's Feel Near Side Der Köder Amongst the chaos that is the battle, there is only one thing clear to you right now: you still owe Tohsaka some sweet revenge for what she did to you the day before. ”That’s right, it’s all because of her geas scroll proposal that made Gil leave. She’s the reason why Archer almost killed me!” And it has been a few days since your…teenage desires were sated. Is the chance of taking Tohsaka worth drawing Gil’s ire? Yes, you decide. Yes, it most certainly is. All those years of staring at her from afar can finally be put to an end here and now. With that in mind, you tap Gilgamesh’s shoulder.  “Hey Gil, I’ll take care of the girl for you,” you state in a confident tone that betrays none of your fear. “It’d be annoying for you to crush two bugs at once, right?” Gilgamesh turns back to stare long and hard at you, his icy red eyes boring into your azure ones. For a moment, you are paralysed by an irrational fear, but you quickly recover by digging your nails into your palm. “I know it’s nothing much for you to kill them off, but it would still be a pain to pin down two cowards at once. As your Master, I should be helping you on the field!” you attempt to reason. “…you would risk offending me for a taste of that Tohsaka girl?” he asks quietly. You blink at the absurd question, before realising that you have in fact offended Gilgamesh’s pride by offering to help him. “—ah,” you conclude simply. “I just want to help y—” The words spill out of you before you can stop them, but your best friend interrupts you. “Don’t bother, Shinji. You are a person who only looks out for his own desires,” he says while sighing. He turns away from you. “Which is why I find you so interesting in the first place. Come, let me give you a wea—“   Three blue arrows rush towards you, but they are met by three Noble Phantasms shooting out of the golden portals. “—pon Shinji,” he turns back to face Archer with a frown. “Or at least I would, but this cur needs to learn his place first.”  Assassin returns Gilgamesh’s hostility with a cold smile. “Learn my place? Hah, you really do speak like her. “But you see, I only serve one Queen, and last I checked, you lacked something she had,” he throws his bow behind him as he says so, lowering himself into what appears to be a martial arts stance. “It’s a pity then,” your Servant says. “Because your fake of a Gilgamesh doesn’t exist in this world, Servant Archer. Now, die.”  The blades rain on the Servant, but he has already leapt away, landing on a nearby tree branch. “Keep running, little worm,” Gilgamesh snarls as he stalks towards his opponent. Archer doesn’t reply, instead beckoning to Tohsaka, who stares bewildered at him. “Run, Tohsaka-san. He can’t beat me this easily.” With that said, he leaps into the forest as a barrage of spears and swords crash into the tree he was on. Gilgamesh promptly walks after him briskly, his Gate of Babylon shooting weapon after weapon into the gloomy forest. …which leaves just two people. No, one person and his prey would be more accurate, in your opinion.  “…Archer…”  Your prey, however, doesn’t seem to be interested in you. She looks towards the direction the Servants had gone, looking almost mesmerised by the distant sounds of crashing steel. Time to address her directly, then.  “Well, well, well…” you drift off as you take a step closer to your goal. “That went all according to plan.”  “So even that kind of guy can become a nice person in some parallel world…?” She pays no attention to you, gripping what appears to be a large red jewel tightly in her hand.  “Hey Tohsaka,” you say. “Let’s have a bit of fun together~”  “…”  You lose it completely. You step forward and bark loudly, “Listen to me when I’m talking, bitch.”  This catches her attention, and she looks at you bewildered. “…ah, I forgot about you for a moment there, Matou-kun.”  You see red. Your breathing quickens and your heartbeat skyrockets. “You—!” “I really don’t have time for this, alright?” she says calmly, lifting her left arm and pointing directly at you. “I’ll finish this quickly.” “No! I’ll finish this!” Any plan has gone out of the window. Everything you do from now on will be by instinct. And the first thing that comes to mind is— 1. Charge forward with your dagger. It’s now or never. 2. Throw your dagger at her. Surprise move! 3. Second time’s the charm. Ziiiiiiip— |
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Their second meeting is a mistake. He does not know why she is speaking to his sister. He does not want to know why. His sister had once again surpassed him, leaving him with what can at the very best be called a charity case. As if hearing his dark thoughts, the woman shifts her gaze to him ever so slightly before smiling briefly. The conversation ends as soon as it starts. The blonde woman leaves. He follows her. Why he does so is something none can ever explain. Is it out of curiosity, or is it out of lust? He remembers her well, but why he walks after a stranger in the dead of night is beyond him. The night grows darker. She continues to walk. He continues to follow. They reach a park. There is a slight breeze. He notices her long blonde hair is blowing messily yet proudly in the wind. She stops walking. He pauses behind her. She turns around as if she had known about him all this time, and asks a single question. “What is your purpose in life, Matou Shinji?” “…my purpose?” He doesn’t notice how suspicious it is. That he hasn’t introduced himself and yet she knows his name. With consummate ease, he lies easily, looking for an easy way out of the question that has trapped him since he discovered magecraft. “Hah, I want to become successful,” he says while twirling a strand of hair. “Just like everyone else.” “A bold lie.” The response is immediate. The wind picks up, and her hair blows across her face in a hypnotic dance. His hand drops down like a rock, his eyes widening in surprise. “Tell me the truth, mongrel.” Solemn, crimson eyes with a power unrivalled behind them. Compared to his, they are beyond his very comprehension. Yet… “I…” He does not understand why he is taking this so seriously. If it is anyone else, he would have ended the conversation there and then. However, her crimson eyes, tinted with curiosity and finality, stays his feet. He searches his mind for an answer, past the barriers he has put up for himself. “I want to show Grandpa that I’m not useless,” he grinds out as he clenches his fists. “I know I…I know I’m useless, I know I can’t use magecraft, but—” The harsh truth faced by a magus with no magecraft. It is true. He is an existence that can only be pitied. He is a bird without wings, a creature that can only feel jealously as the rest of his flock soar in the sky. He does not understand why he has just admitted his deepest fear, and why he isn’t angry at being forced to reveal such a weakness. All he feels is a strange calmness, a calm acceptance of his miserable fate. “Yes, you are useless, more useless than a worm crawling under my feet. Just like most of humanity right now. Perhaps even more so.” “…why?” he manages to whisper. There is an underlying weight behind his simple question. He needs not clarify. The woman knows he is asking why did she even bother asking him when she knew the answer. She turns away, looking into the distance. “You don’t fit in this world. You’re an anomaly who doesn’t know what to do with the world.” He does not respond. How would he, to a statement that is an absolute truth? She steps forward. He follows suit automatically. In a few seconds, they are but three paces apart. The wind blows harder, as if on cue. He clenches his fists even tighter, feeling his nails dig into his skin painfully, just as she brings a slender unblemished hand across her face. He knows not why he says what he does, but the words tumble out as she brushes her hair back. And perhaps this is truly why he is not angry. “Just like you, then.” The hand freezes, and her lips crack open in surprise. Just as quickly, her red eyes narrow in anger and indignation. As if a switch has been turned on, he suddenly feels an inhuman killing intent directed at him. But Matou Shinji has nothing to lose. He is a child who has seen the wonders of magecraft, but can never attain the miracles they offer. He is a child who has been shunned by his father, ignored by his grandpa. He is a child who is pitied by a step-sister who will one day take his position as the Matou heir. He continues, driven by the turmoil within his heart. Frozen under her murderous gaze, only a whisper escapes. “You don’t fit in this world.” A pause. The wind continues to howl. His words barely carry themselves to her, but it is enough. Her pink lips curve upwards, but it is not an action born of malice or pride. “That’s right. I don't” Rather, it is one of curiosity. “What of it?” Her question is genuine. Ten years she has travelled, and ten years she has wasted. Her only joy is in the suffering of others. He shrugs. He is not a philosopher, nor is he a deep thinker. He just recognises an existence as meaningless as his. “Nothing. We’re similar, that’s all.” His answer is genuine. This is why he is able to speak freely. They are worlds apart, and yet they are uncannily similar in predicament. A melodic laugh. Why is she not offended? Why is she not angry? She knows not. Just like the boy, her ego has been shelved by this peculiar meeting, this absurd conversation. She is aware all too well of the irony of that statement. The boy in front of her, faced with a suddenly inquiry of his greatest fault, will never be half the person she is. But still— “You are not the first to offend me, Matou,” she says calmly. “But you shall be the first I spare in this age.” She stops suffocating him with her intent to kill and is rewarded with an amusing sight of the boy releasing the breath he didn’t know he was holding. “And you are right. I hate this world—no, more precisely, this era. Perhaps we are slightly similar in that aspect.” It is the first time she has been compared to such a hopeless person, and truthfully so without a trace of jealousy or hate. It is only natural to be curious. She turns to leave. “…I won’t change this world.” A weak voice calls from behind her. “I’ll destroy it and then create a new one.” She can’t help but chuckle as she hears this. Perhaps her curse of influence is finally of use. In such a short period of time, with such a short conversation, she has changed his life forever. And he has changed hers with that one promise. She does not reply, as there is no need to. There is no need to acknowledge something already set in stone. Day 11 Zouken's Feel Near Side Reißverschluss und Helden There is no time to think. You do what is natural to you, and what is most natural is obviously— ”I am the worm of my pit.” You bring your hand down like a judge would bring down a gavel, and with an almighty pull, you reveal your trump card. Ziiiiiiiip—    Time slows down to a crawl. You dash forward, your weapon swinging freely as you close in on your opponent.  “W-w-wait…!” Tohsaka screams as she involuntarily lowers her arm to cover her eyes. “What th—”   “It’s over!” Indeed, it is over. You have taken advantage of her surprise and that was all that was needed to let you gain the upper hand in this fight. You reach forward to grab her and shove her onto the ground using the momentum from your run. Crawling on all fours, you advance on the hapless prey in front of you—  —but of course she has other ideas. As if doing it out of spite more than practicality, she prepares to activate her final command seal. “Lancer!” she cries out. “Don’t you fucking dare—”    ~~~ Lancer leaps out of his seat in a mixture of horror and surprise. “Please stay in your seat, sir,” a voice rings from behind him. But to him, that voice is absolutely inconsequential to what he just felt. “Shirou-san, my Master…!” Shirou looks up at him, putting his newspaper aside and standing up hurriedly. “What happened? Did you lose your connection with Tohsaka?” “No,” Lancer shakes his head grimly. “The contract is still in place, but her hand and her seals...” “—what…? That’s...” he groans. Despite his emotional attachment to Tohsaka, he is too used to this feeling of despair to scream in surprise or react as a normal human would. Instead, he steps out of his seat and into the aisle, grabbing his bag from under Lancer’s seat as he does so. “Sirs, the seatbelt light is still o—” “Who was she fighting?” “It was the Matou boy, the one without any magecraft. I think we’ve underestimated how low he would go just to win,” Lancer replies as he presses a pale palm to his temple. “Or maybe he wasn’t looking to win at all. He just wanted to—” “I get it. I’ll call Saber with a Seal immediately,” Shirou cuts in. “There’s no time to lose if she’s being—” And as soon as he raises his hand, he feels a sting from the back of his left hand. “…what…!?” Before his very eyes, his Command Seals turn pitch-black before suddenly vanishing. “…what…?” he repeats rhetorically. Beside him, Lancer stiffens in horror. “Shirou-san, what in the name of…?” he trails off. He receives no reply from his companion. “By the Six Sisters, what is going on in Fuyuki?” “Please take your seats! Do you understand? Voce entende? Sirs?” “Lancer,” Shirou says quietly, ignoring the stewardess. “How fast can you fly?” “My armour, you mean. Its top speed is respectable enough. Can you survive the air pressure though?” Lancer asks in return without missing a beat. “You can’t hold onto me if I’m too fast either.” “I’ll wear your armour,” Shirou says, turning around to face the stewardess and sticking his right hand into his bag. “You can alter its size, right?” “I see. I might have to hold on very tightly but beyond that I have no objections, Shirou-san,” Lancer replies. With that, Shirou nods and turns on his magic circuits. “Trace, on.” A small flash of red followed by a prick of pain that he shoves aside. He rips his hand free and in it is a ghastly blue dagger. He steps forward and in a blink of an eye the dagger is at the stewardess’ throat. “I’m sorry. We’re getting off this plane.” Shirou states in slightly halting English. “Right now.” “…?!” And then the first person screams. “Hijacker!” With that, all hell breaks lose. The stewardess backs away in fright as the passengers around the duo begin screaming in panic. Taking advantage of the sudden chaos, Shirou dashes forward towards the nearest emergency exit, dismissing the dagger as he does so. “Lancer, open the door,” he commands calmly, his voice barely audible over the pandemonium. Shirou moves to the side as the Servant ducks under the lower ceiling next to the door. “The difference in air pressure, Shirou-san,” Lancer notes as he works with the mechanisms on the door. He does not need to clarify what he means, as he knows that his companion next to him is well aware of the dangers of their act. “On it. Trace on. Estimate blade length. Roll out, bullet, clear.” A flash of red and a dozen broad and tall blades appear right in front of the two, embedding themselves snugly between the top and bottom of the corridor and drawing an arc around the door. As soon as they materialise, Shirou staggers backwards and leans on the door as he breathes heavily. “I’m done unlocking—Shirou-san? Are you alright?” “It gets worse every time, but I’ll live,” he groans. “This should last long enough for you to close the door again after this. Trace on, reinforcing body durability. Summon the armour Lancer, I’m ready.” A flick of his wrist, and the black armour appears on Shirou, fitting him snugly. Lancer turns away and puts his hand on the emergency lever. Under normal conditions, a normal person would not be able to open the emergency exit due to the difference in pressure in and outside of the cabin. However, for Lancer this takes just a single push. “…!” The door opens, and Shirou is flung out like a rag doll. Lancer fares slightly better despite being taken by surprise, managing to slam the door close before barreling away from the plane and into Shirou. “Mmmph!” Shirou protests as what feels like a wrecking ball slams into him. They roll around a bit longer before Shirou manages to stand upright again. “Shirou-san, just imagine yourself moving really quickly. The armour will do the rest,” Lancer says, grabbing Shirou's shoulder tightly and repositioning himself next to him. “Right, let’s hurry. Try to conserve as much Grain from now on as you can Lancer. I don’t know what’s going on in Fuyuki,” Shirou says darkly as he begins to accelerate. “But I think we’re going to need every last drop of our reserves.” ~~~  As you are finishing up, you notice that the skies have started to grow dark. “…oh? It’s going to rain?” you wonder to yourself as you savour every jolt of pleasure you are feeling. You sigh and reluctantly pull up your pants, realising that you’ve reached your limit already. The girl under you scoffs, her defiant attitude unchanging even after being subjected to your brand of punishment. “You disgust me, Matou,” she says venomously. You notice dimly in your post-coital bliss that she hasn’t bled out yet. Oh well, it isn’t your problem anyway. “Come now Tohsaka. At least admit I gave you the greatest pleasures you’ve ever felt,” you lean down and whisper into her ear, eliciting a cringe from your target. “Forget Emiya and come with me. I’ll drown you in pl—” “I pity you, really.” “…ha?” You stumble off he and slowly stand up. Tohsaka’s eyes gleam in the encroaching darkness, defiant as ever. “Are your ears as defective as your sexual organ, Matou? I pity you,” she states as she picks up her severed hand. “What have you achieved by doing this? You have no goal and no conviction. All you’re doing is stumbling from one fight to another. You only managed to win against me because of that Servant.” “…! What are you saying…?” “Didn’t you notice? There was a temporary anti-magecraft seal on you. If you didn’t realise that, you truly are hopeless. Let me give you one final warning, Matou. Leave while you can. You’re going to get killed if you carry on like this. I can’t even bring myself to hate you now that you’ve dug yourself into this hole. I can’t attack you right now, but even if I could I probably won’t just because the fate that awaits you is that much worse,” she says bluntly. As if to hammer one last nail into your coffin, she adds spitefully, “And it’s sad that even your tool is that weak. Did Grandpa replace it with a baby worm?” “You…!” You stomp over but she is already up, deathly pale and leaning against a tree. The Gandr at her fingertip glows in warning. “You’re useless, just leave. I have more important things to do than dealing with you.” “I’m not useless! What do you mean by pitying me?! I’m Gilgamesh’s Master!” you snarl bitterly as you zip up your pants. “Rot here for all I care, Tohsaka. I’ll find that little girl and then you’ll see how horrifying I am!” A Gandr shot hits your right calf, eliciting a yelp. You limp straight out of the clearing as fast as you can. Having lost all interest in the ongoing battle in the forest and the War in general, you make your way back to the Matou residence miserably.  “Me? Lose? I’ve done nothing wrong, Tohsaka! I’ve been ruthless like a magus should. At least I’m not like that useless little shit Emiya! Running away from the War just because he’s scared? Hah, even if I lose my Servant, I will continue fighting. I’m nothing like you weaklings!”  “That’s right! I’m nothing like you! I’m the Matou heir! How dare you pity me…how dare you pity me! You bitch, I dominated you and you dare to pity me? How does that even make sense…?!”  Lost in your thoughts, you reach the Matou residence, wet and tired. You kick the front door open and slam it shut in fury. You stomp into the living room, slamming your fist against the light switch as you do so. “Even after all this! Even after all I’ve done…! Why is it always me?! Whatever have I done to deserve all this? Shits like you and Grandpa, always looking down on me!” “Not really, no. I’m actually proud of you.” You stiffen as you hear the bloodcurdlingly inhuman voice echoing around you. And before you. Like a vampire returning from the dead. Countless familiars clump together to form a figure. You thought you would never see it again, but in front of you is proof that even the strongest Servant was unable to completely kill it.  “Good afternoon Shinji. It’s nice to see you’re still alive.” The curtain of the final arc rises, and the cast shall gather once more in the heart of Fuyuki. Multiple gambits and plans and ideals have all been hurled against one another in this mad scramble for victory. At the centre of all this stands Matou Shinji, powerless and unaware of the oncoming storm. When faced with the return of arguably the most deadly participant, you only have three options you can take. You will— 1. run. Run for your life and pray that you’ll reach Gilgamesh before you’re killed. 2. negotiate with Zouken, with the goal of joining his side. He’ll probably kill you if you don’t. 3. ask for a ceasefire and an exchange of information. As it stands, you still have Gilgamesh and therefore you still have leverage. Note: No option leads to a bad end. You won’t be able to return to this choice again, so please choose wisely. Additional choice! There will be two interludes again, so pick whichever you want to see first! 1. 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| BASED GOD EMIYA IS BACK WITH THE BEST ROUTE!! Gonna go with 3. For the fight, 2 plox |
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| WELCUM BACK YOU MAGNIFICENT BASTARD 1 pls, I want a yaoi scene |
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| Note: Zephyroths has voted 1 and 1. Sherou has voted 1 and 1. Both votes were in the AO3 fanfic comments. not sure if grandpa worms is still male, maybe he identifies as an attack chopper or something |
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OneTrueEmiya said: I was talking about Gil and Shinji lolNote: Zephyroths has voted 1 and 1. Sherou has voted 1 and 1. Both votes were in the AO3 fanfic comments. not sure if grandpa worms is still male, maybe he identifies as an attack chopper or something |
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Comic_Sans said: OneTrueEmiya said: I was talking about Gil and Shinji lolNote: Zephyroths has voted 1 and 1. Sherou has voted 1 and 1. Both votes were in the AO3 fanfic comments. not sure if grandpa worms is still male, maybe he identifies as an attack chopper or something goddamnit man, zouken x shinji would be hot hot stuff imagine the things zouken can do with worms :V |
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OneTrueEmiya said: YOU'RE DISGUSTING MEComic_Sans said: I was talking about Gil and Shinji lol goddamnit man, zouken x shinji would be hot hot stuff imagine the things zouken can do with worms :V |
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Comic_Sans said: OneTrueEmiya said: YOU'RE DISGUSTING MEgoddamnit man, zouken x shinji would be hot hot stuff imagine the things zouken can do with worms :V AND AROUSING YOU AMIRITE? DISGUSTING AND AROUSING ^_^ |
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OneTrueEmiya said: NoComic_Sans said: YOU'RE DISGUSTING ME AND AROUSING YOU AMIRITE? DISGUSTING AND AROUSING ^_^ I'd rather see Gil penetrate Shinji with his gigantic sword |
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| ........ MY OVARIES |
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| No ziiiip attack with Zouken? that's a shame... *sighs* option 3 and 2. Red saber vs Zouken. |
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strider98 said: Instead of getting this deleted everytime, posting in Creative corner section will be permanent. Just saying. True, but it's arguably a discussion thread about HF. An alternate HF with Shinji as the MC :3 |
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strider98 said: OneTrueEmiya said: True, but it's arguably a discussion thread about HF. An alternate HF with Shinji as the MC :3 Yea I know but that's just more durable and accessible for people. Well, whatever you wish. It's actually also because knowing MAL, people tend to ignore spoiler warnings and go right into threads. Having it in that forum might not end up very well. Still, good point and if a mod does contact me, I'll ask him/her if they can move it to that forum. |
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| This is so fucking great. Option 3 Fight 2 |
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| Yes yes, it's back here. Option 3 fight 2 |
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| Yay its back! I should be disgusted by what he did to rin, but this is shinji, so im not surprised. And its also good that Rin still got the last laugh despite getting raped. Option 3 for shinji Option 1 for battle EDIT: Made wrong choice |
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| Nice to have this back!! Option 3 Additional option 2 |
Kingof1k said: the next one please I'm so, so sorry about the delay. I've been very busy irl and I've got to prepare for my exams in this coming week. Rest assured that I haven't forgotten about this, and that it's still high on my priority list ;) |
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Day 11 Zouken's Feel Near Side ??? Their third meeting is one of destiny. Their previous conversation had changed his view of the world, but he remained a depraved individual, and as such, fate crawled on in predictable ways. A fort of blood, an ally of justice. A hill, a holy building, a tainted man. “You are fortunate. There is one Servant available.” With this, the tainted man indadvertedly seals his own fate, and sets off a miracle he will not live to see. A figure materialises in front of the boy. Red meets blue once more. One curses the world for being far below her standards. The other curses the world for being far above his. “I am Gilgamesh.” He remembers his conviction and his promise. There is no hesitation. His redemption begins. “I am Matou Shinji. Help me destroy this world, my queen.” |
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| Yahooooooooooooooooo. a short flash back, better than nothing. |
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| Any update to this story is appreciated. Now I want a piece of art where Saber and Shirou's first meeting is replaced by Shinji and FemGil |
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| …darkness. Unyielding darkness. That is the only thing he knows and the only thing he understands. His warped mind had long since collapsed, long before his summoning. It wasn’t the atrocities he had committed in life that had cost him his sanity, nor was it his final stand against the Fifth Magician. He had become a broken man long before that. It was little wonder that when he offered himself to the Counter Force just before his death, there was no reply from the autonomous entity. Then why was he summoned as a Heroic Spirit? His broken mind can offer no response; such cognitive processes has long since faded from the man who defied the Kaleidoscope. All that matters to him now is to continue breathing, to continue living. To continue on his bloody path to destroy all the evils of the world, by becoming all the evils of the world. That was why he listened to the voice in his head. A black dagger had stabbed cleanly through his heart, but he was not going to stop because of such a wound. He promised his father to become a hero, and he would defy even death to reach that goal. He hung onto life, even as his murderer and the priest left him to rot, just like he did back when he was alive, hanging onto life despite the black mud robbing him of his sanity. “Come, Servant. The priest has left, we can complete the contract now. To think he would discard such a useful tool though…or maybe his own Servant had deliberately left you alive? Bah, it doesn’t matter anymore. His loss is my gain.” He hears the voice speak to him again. Language no longer means anything to him, but the voice compels him to reach out with a trembling arm. A flash of red penetrates his murky vision, and he suddenly gains a new anchor to the world. “—ah, you’ve already been corrupted by it. That saves me the need to use the girl then. I'll just anchor you directly to it.” The prana from the newly formed connection with the being in front of him closes his wounds. Just as he is about to stand up, he feels a sharp sting from his heart. The feeling leaves him as quickly as it begins, and in mere seconds he is completely healed. “And there, now we’re ready. Let’s see what you can do, my Servant. There’s been a bug buzzing around my property and I want her gone.” He doesn’t understand what is being said to him, but he can feel the bloodlust leaking from his Master. It is all too familiar a feeling for him, and his lips curl into a cruel smile. Time to get to work. Day 11 Zouken's Feel Near Side Interlude 11-1 And Yet, Those Hands Will Never Hold Anything...    The black sun hanging in the cavern is very disturbing to her. As both an artist and a connoisseur of art, she feels quite disgusted by its very existence. But the most frustrating thing for her is…  “Aaaaah! Why is Shirou making me stand guard here? I’m missing out on all the fun!” she complains to herself loudly, kicking a pebble as she does so. The pebble blasts across the cavern into a large boulder, cracking it in half. “That Prana Burst ability is great in battle, but it’s not like I can even use it here…!” Ever since her summoning, her Praetor has been abusing her ability, Imperial Privilege, to the very maximum. From stealing Rider’s Monstrous Strength to “borrowing” their ally Lancer’s Prana Burst, they have annoyed every Servant they’ve come across with it. The ability itself, however, only grants her such powers temporarily, as seen by Monstrous Strength fading away from her repertoire just a few days earlier. More importantly to Saber though is how it is being wasted at the moment. “Shiiiiiiiiiirou!” Saber whines, stomping around in a mini-tantrum. “Umu, he’s such a useless mage! I can’t even call him through our connection!” She kicks at another pebble on the ground, this time sending the prana-boosted projectile straight into the black mud in the centre of the cavern. It disappears into the entity soundlessly. Saber turns around and stomps over to the boulder she had cracked in half, sitting down on one side of it in a huff. “This is so boring! Why can’t anyone pay me a visit?” she continues to whine, kicking the ground petulantly. And then, as if a switch is flicked off inside her, she stiffens up and glares at the entrance to the cavern. “…apart from you, that is. Go away, old man.”  Calling the entity an old man was proof that she was in a pretty good mood despite her complaints. If she had been truly angry, there were many other words she could use to describe the thing standing at the entrance. However, whatever good mood she had vanishes at the sight of the intruders. “My my, only now do you notice me, Servant?” he tuts dramatically. “And here I thought the Emiya scion had summoned a powerful Heroic Spirit.” Saber twirls her sword around before slamming it into the ground. “Would you spare the effort to kill an insect, old man? I always knew you were here. I thought you would appreciate the privilege of watching a performance as exclusive as this.” “Hoh? Then why are you so serious now?” Zouken chuckles and taps his cane twice. “Could it be…?” “You should tell your Servant to hide better,” Saber says casually as she leaps up from her seat—   —and swings her sword effortlessly at the black blade sent towards her head. A grimace uncharacteristically finds its way onto her face. “Assuming he can even understand you, that is,” Saber mutters disgustedly. She walks over to the black sword and steps on it, reducing it to bits of prana. “What have you done, magus?” “What have I done?” Zouken’s grin stretches even wider. “No no no, the question you should be asking is ‘What has the priest done’, Servant Saber. I merely borrowed and patched up his failed project.” “No, you did more than that,” Saber says, walking cautiously towards the ancient magus. “You—”  This time, the sword is blood-red. She recognises it immediately and leaps to the side, watching it crash harmlessly into the ground she was standing on. “Disgusting,” she mutters, slashing her sword through the imitation. “Even he would never make it as crudely as this.” Zouken gives a throaty laugh before slithering forward into the cavern. “Please forgive me, Saber,” he drawls. “Some of us aren’t fortunate enough to receive legitimate Heroic Spirits. We have to make do with what we have.” “Make do?” Saber asks rhetorically, shaking her head. “No, you enhanced him with that black thing. His original self may not have been sane, but even that should be nowhere near what he is now.” She glances behind her, feeling her stomach crawl.  “What an insult this is to my Praetor. I don’t mind you insulting me, but tainting his image with…this…” “Once again, please accept this old man’s apology. There was only so much I could do with a dying Servant.” Saber continues to turn her back on her foe even as she feels the arrow being pointed at her back. She paces forward confidently, her right hand tightly gripping the hilt of her red blade. “Come now Saber,” Zouken drawls. “I know your opponent is unsightly, but surely you can do this old man a favour and treat this fight seriously.”  “I mean,” he continues gleefully. “Since your Master commanded you to protect this cavern, wouldn’t you be going against his will?” Almost as abruptly as she had started walking, she stops as she reaches within twenty paces of the ancient magus, her eyes showing no warmth even as she smiles in reply. “I am taking this fight seriously. That’s why—”     “—I’m taking care of the most troublesome one first.” In a single instant, Saber slashes across Zouken and the entity following silently behind him, her Aestus Estus cleaving into them without any resistance. She leaps away from the projectile sent at her from the centre of the cavern, her eyes still focused on the dissipating black thing behind Zouken. Right before her eyes, the balloon-shaped object melts into a black puddle. Then, as if taking some kind of cue, it slowly crawls towards her. “That was Prana Burst, wasn’t it? Splendid! Absolutely splendid!” Zouken cries in delight as his body reforms. “To think the Emiya scion would leave such an amazing present for me!” Saber grimaces, looking extremely disturbed for the first time since she was summoned to this world. “What is that thing?” she asks quietly, her eyes not leaving the black puddle for a single second even as her instincts tell her the Servant to her right has notched another sword in his bow. “That is no Servant.” “Aaaah, I was wondering when you would ask me!” Zouken grins maniacally. “Why, it doesn’t have a name per se, but I call it my Shadow. Think of it as my personal familiar in this War.” “Lies,” Saber grinds out, her right hand turning white as she grips her sword even tighter. “That thing is not a familiar. It’s disgusting.” “Now that’s just your opinion, Saber~” Zouken replies gleefully. “But since it’s been…neutralised…why not fight my Servant for now?” He taps his cane twice, and the black Servant sends yet another sword at her. This time, Saber takes a step back and catches the hilt of the sword in mid-air. Without hesitating, she throws the sword at Zouken, who calmly lets it pierce into him. She finally turns away from the puddle and narrows her eyes at the Servant. “This mad dog you revived…you are more depraved than I thought, magus.” “Come now, let’s not get so nasty,” Zouken says as he plucks the dissipating sword out of his body. “I’m only as depraved as the next magus.” “I’ll deal with you and that thing after this,” Saber declares, her mood worsening by the second. “Très Fontaine Ardent, Très Fontaine Tempestes.” “Oh? Strengthening moves? Interesting, interesting,” Zouken says as he taps his cane. “Assassin, show her what you can do.” “I aM tHE BoNe oF MY SwOrd…!” The Servant howls incoherently before dashing straight at Saber, twin blades forming in his hands. As her readies her sword, she takes one glance at Zouken and confirms he is no longer paying attention to her. “Invictus Spiritus.” A moment later, and both Servants exchange heavy blows, Servant Assassin supplementing his lack of power and speed with sheer unpredictability and madness, and Saber gracefully sending slash after slash aimed at his head. The black and white scimitars move as one even with a deranged user, their blows somehow still flowing ever swiftly despite such peculiar circumstances. “uNKNowN TO dEAth, nOR kNOwn to LIFE…!” Each slash from the scimitar is a reckless one, stretching the mad Servant beyond what he would normally do in a battle against a Servant. There is no strategy, only non-stop attacks aimed to suppress the opponent. Saber, on the other hand, is forced to fight defensively. While she can recognise plenty of holes in every attack, she is unable to counterattack without taking a blow from the other scimitar in her opponent’s hand. And what’s more—  She is both faster and more powerful than her counterpart, but his madness has made reading his moves nearly impossible. Every attack he sends at her is unpredictable, unreasonable and utterly illogical. Perhaps if she had a more powerful Master, she would be able to fare better. But under the conditions in the battle, if she dares to counterattack carelessly, she could be struck down by a random move. And that is why she took the risk of activating her special move in front of Zouken. If all else fails, she could take a hit and strike down her opponent in return. Then— A downward slash from the black blade. She swerves to her right, dragging her sword just enough to nudge it away from her. Then, she sends a burst of prana up her arms, propelling her sword straight at the white scimitar and breaking it by sheer brute force. She grins, bringing her sword back to her side, watching her opponent stumble back and leaving her a small opening to— “Rosa Ichthys!” She slides across the left side of her opponent, her sword poised to cleave him in half. It is a basic move, but enough to finish off a Servant who was never talented in close combat. But her sword stops halfway through its slash, its blade embedded only halfway in Servant Assassin. “…what?” Then as if a matter of course, the corrupted Servant grabs onto her sword with his free hand. And in a single swift move, stabs the black scimitar in his other hand into her back. “…! Urk!” Saber stumbles onto the ground, her face contorted in pain. “Ah, my granddaughter reported that you were more flamboyant than this, Saber. Something about monologues and Roman art. A shame you aren’t in the mood today,” Zouken notes while grinning savagely. “Oh, did I forget to mention? This Servant may have E-rank parameters across the board, but some good old Mad Enhancement can fix that easily.” “—how…?” “I’m Matou Zouken, Saber. I’d be rather ashamed of myself if I couldn’t do something as simple as that. Besides, his innards are actually quite sturdy. Almost sword-like if you ask me,” Zouken drawls. He taps his cane twice, and Assassin stabs a dark blue sword into Saber. “But I’m disappointed in you Saber. I thought the strongest class would be well, stronger. Hmm, maybe you’ve underestimated him too much.” Zouken walks over to Saber and prods her with his cane. “Oh well, not like I can complain about getting another Servant. You’re not as powerful as I thought, but it’s better than nothing.” He turns around and waves a hand at Assassin. “Come along, we have work to do. We’ll just let the Shadow—” “—thunderous applause—” “Did you say something, Assassin?”  “?! What in the—” “—my golden theatre, my heaven!” Zouken turns around in panic and shouts at Assassin, “Use your Reality Marble, she’s not dead y—” “—UNLIMITED BLADE WORKS—” “—Aestus Domus Aurea!” Fire doesn’t run across the cavern floor. The inner world of a man lost to insanity never stood a chance. Instead, more and more rose petals fall as the cavern walls melt away to form regal balconies and drapes. And right before Zouken’s eyes—  —a miracle is created. In the centre of it all stands Saber, her red dress now torn and dishevelled, but her body full of vigour. “A reality marble? No, this is something else…!” Zouken mutters in fascination. “You…managed to override the formation of a Reality Marble with this? Then…!” He shakes his head and laughs delightedly, his raspy laugh echoing throughout the theatre. “Hohohoho! To think that you would possess a revival skill and this! This is far beyond my expectations, Saber! Assassin, I command you to use you most powerful attack! Let’s see what this theatre does!”   A spiral sword appears in Assassin’s hand, and he notches it onto his bow. But as quickly as it is formed, it dissipates into bits of prana with a single glance from Saber. “Total control over everything in this world? No, not that powerful…but close enough,” Zouken guesses as he laughs heartily. “Amazing! I take back everything I said about you, Saber! You are worthy of becoming my trump card!” “Trump card? Too late!” Saber shouts as she leaps up. With a graceful strike downwards, she cleaves Zouken into two before splitting him again with a horizontal slash. “Laus Saint Claudius!” The bits of Zouken whirl away from Saber, flinging themselves as far away from has as possible. This time, as he reforms, he takes longer than usual. And as he fully reforms, his posture is straightened and on guard. “Your theatre…it’s sapping at my prana. I see now, this is truly something that can rival even that Blackmore’s Reality Marble…!” “You’ll run out of energy soon enough!” Saber declares confidently. “Once I get rid of you…” “Ah, there’s no doubt you can kill me,” Zouken replies gravely. “Not even that golden Servant will have it easy if he stays too long in here.” He taps his cane twice, and Assassin appears, standing in front of him with his twin falchions in a defensive stance. “The real question here Saber,” he says, his lips curling into a mad grin. “Is if you can kill me before it corrupts you completely.” “What?” “Why, just look at your arm,” Zouken nodded to her, his eyes gleaming in anticipation. Saber looks down, and for the first time since her summoning, she is truly afraid.  Her Aestus Estus, once a proud red and black sword, had turned completely pitch-black. And on her right arm… “Don’t tell me, it was during that time…!” “Yes, that’s right. When you attacked the Shadow,” Zouken grinned. “That was when it attached itself onto your sword. After that, all I needed to do was to wait it out until it fully corrupted you. But I must say, this Noble Phantasm of yours is suppressing its influence pretty well.” Saber reflexively lets go of her sword, but the shadowy tendrils still snake slowly up her dress. She drops her blackened right hand to the side in shock, her green eyes searching for something that could stop the corruption. “Normally, Servants should be corrupted pretty quickly, so they don’t have to live with knowing they’ll be my pawn for that long. But eh, I never expected you to have such a Noble Phantasm,” Zouken says in a casual tone, his voice flippant in the face of his opponent’s shock. “I would say I’m sorry, but we both know I wouldn’t really mean it. This is what you get for making me lose so much prana.” Saber rips her sleeve apart and throws it to the ground, but she is only greeted with the sight of her blackened arm and a solitary snaking tendril slithering up her shoulder and towards her chest— “Oh, you can certainly resist it with your Noble Phantasm I suppose. It’s just that...” Zouken continues in glee, his grin growing wider and wider as he watches Saber panic more and more. “Well, your Noble Phantasm won’t last forever. If I were you, I’d just stop struggling.” Saber looks up at Zouken, but there is no malice in her eyes. Instead, there is an unmistakable sadness that surprises even Zouken. “…I see. Then I have failed Pra—Shirou again,” she says quietly as she walks over to her blade and grips it with her left arm. The shadowy tendrils on the blade immediately stick onto her. “I wish I could enjoy more of these peaceful days with him…but I guess all things must come to an end. I should not have any regrets.” She picks up Aestus Estus and raises it to her neck. “Trying to end it yourself? Don’t bother, I can still use your corpse as my puppet,” Zouken says as he walks out from behind Assassin, his face grim. “Two seconds should be more than enough for me to anchor you to this world.” “No, you won’t,” Saber smiles back serenely. “I forbid you to do so.”  And with one final confident nod and an unbidden tear, she slits her throat with her blade. “Shit, don’t let the body dissipate! Assassin!” Zouken snarls in panic. But Assassin cannot move. The final decree from the Emperor restrains him to the point that he can only take a few hesitant steps. And in those few seconds, the golden theatre and its proud owner fade into nothing. The magus, Servant and Shadow return to the cavern, and for a moment, all is silent. Then, Zouken screeches in anger and snaps his cane in half. “Why is your Magical Resistance so shit,” he whirls around and glowers at Assassin. He snaps his fingers and Assassin’s slices his own right arm off, eliciting a painful yowl from the mad Servant. “You weakling, if you weren’t the only option I had, I would’ve spat on your corpse. Hell, I’d personally kill you and spit on you right now. “You just cost me a Saber! A Saber that could revive itself and summon a fake Reality Marble! Do you know how rare that is? She is worth thousands of you, you filth!” He snaps his fingers again, and Assassin stabs himself in his left calf with a spiral sword. Another snap, and the spiral sword explodes, dealing severe damage to Assassin and leaving him immobile on the ground. Zouken wrinkles his nose at the smell of the burnt body and turns away. “Tch, I tire of this foolishness. We’re done here. Fix yourself up and report to me tonight. I need to pay my grandson a visit.” He taps his cane three times, and the Shadow slithers after him, leaving only a half-dead Servant in a cavern no longer graced by the Emperor. WISEUP!! |
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| Craaaaap. Dammit Saber. |
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| Well...shit. We just lost best Saber. |
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TheDeadApostle said: Craaaaap. Dammit Saber. But we got best Zouken in return ^_^ |
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| That was cool! Didnt know there was a much better Seibah out there! But what happended to Shinji? hopefully dead... |
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