Omake: Actions.

It wasn't my first choice, but it really needed to be done.

It was something of an anomaly in my life when things went well, so I strongly suspect that the Root was paying attention to something more… important, the past 6 years I had spent in relative happiness with Rin and Saber.

-Emiya Shirou

As I waved goodbye to my fellow college reject, my thoughts wandered indiscriminately settling upon matters that I haven't dwelled on for the past few months, mostly concerning Rin and Saber.

How were they doing? And more importantly: were they safe?

It wouldn't do for me to have left and for them to get persecuted needlessly, I would rather have stayed, or more likely they would've come with me.

I guess the only thing to blame was the fact Rin became an important figure in the Clocktower in our 4 four years there, and Saber's inability to stray too far from her, that separated us from them.

It wasn't entirely justifiable of course but we just couldn't go together, or me by myself.

The hours before my hasty departure were harsh and taxing, a lot of stressed words were said in them mostly from my own throat trying to reason with my two lovers, it really pained them to see us go but even Rin knew that the Mages Association wouldn't stop itself to only my circuits…

I tried to stay away from thoughts as much as I could though, it wouldn't do to think as Shirou Emiya when I lived as Minato Sahashi.

It was an unexpected windfall when I was luckily found by my family literally hours into my escape. The first meeting was tense and I had thrown a an altered knife at my mother's bodyguard as my mother was slightly faint as the shock enveloped her, it was a feeling I could relate to of course, the grail war and all its occurrences may have been years ago but all the surprises that occurred during those weeks would never leave me, even as I masqueraded as another person.

Keeping the news silent was surprisingly easy, and my father was happy to lend me a hand with finances when I stated that I would like to pursue my own career after graduating college.

His own words being "Ah the flight of Youth! How I remember those days! Pursue your dreams knowing that a kingdom will await you when you come back, my son!"

Had it not been for my mother's detailed eye over how my grades reacted while I was in school, I would've suspected he would've bumped up my grades to a ludicrous degree so I can finish my, once again in his own words, "adventures in youth" quickly and become a potential board member in his company.

It's been a really long time since I've been flattered so much, but my family seems to be practically rolling in cash and is influential enough to amass private armies, so I'm sure that it would merely be petty favors in their eyes.

By 'Their' of course I mean my father. My mother would not allow me such leeway in education, especially with the background story I had given her on my past.

My musings distracted me, of course, and when I finally rose from them I was already at my destination and I opened the door to let myself in.

"Ah! Sahashi-kun you're early today!" the attendant exclaimed, a normal businessman or woman would've been affronted with her casualness but since I was neither and frequented the place just as much the former two she and I were more like friends than simple acquaintances.

I greeted her back, using a less formal variation of the typical Japanese 'Konichiwa' before handing her the payment as I entered the small room.

She was alone, as always, the business men and women picked their own up before I had, it was a rare occurrence, but tomorrow was Saturday, a day off for most corporate workers.

As I entered her eyes seemed to brighten and she bounded to me, smiling as she tackled my leg. I knelt down as I towered over her much like most of my countrymen, though I doubted this would last long once she was old enough.

"How was your day?" I asked quietly in English, the language Rin, Saber and I had taught her to speak through, though she was speedily learning through Japanese faster than I could've imagined for a 3-year old.

My red haired daughter looked up to me with a smile that I would cut mountains through for, and answered in turn.

"It's better with you now, papa."

Omake: Keeping to Myself Never Works…

As we walked down the park I kept a light, yet firm, grip on my daughter's hand. Even with all my backup and my new identity I never felt complete safety ever since I left the Clock Tower, my 6 years with my magus master/wife had taught me to always be careful.

There were plenty of instances, both inside and outside the workshop that I would've liked to have remembered to exercise caution, in some cases it centered around Rin's 'kinkier' escapades, but mostly when I was researching runic combination that centered mostly around 'sulfur' and 'fire'.

It was quite evident that even though there were plenty of barriers protecting the outside world from my workshop, my experiments were what required my workshop to have a case of fire extinguishers in a brightly painted red box outside my workshop with several manuals on how to operate them in every language.

I think it might have the closest thing I've gotten to commendations really, not even the most foolhardy mages before myself ever forced the clock tower to shell out currency for modern equipment.

The destruction of that particular workshop was painful, but easily done. The day I heard of my sealing designation I had just-oh-so-happened to be experimenting with some more… lethal combinations of several runes.

'Phosphorous' and 'Hydrogen' for the regular folk or 'Demon Salts' and 'Dry Water' for those who speak Alchemic terms of course.

I actually saw a news report a few weeks into my stay in Shin Tokyo, talking about a extremist left-wing terrorist attack deep in England.

Quite possibly the greatest achievement I've ever accomplished, creating military grade explosives with welders, a piece of metal, a smidge of ink and Od.

Of course the metals were only needed for destruction of some documents I could live without, opening quite a few avenues especially since I figured out how to sequester Od into small pools to timed or trigger sequences for active weapons.

Now I only needed to find out the addresses of those who dared to put the sealing designation onto me and I'll be home free…

It would be glorious…

However, before I could lose myself in my grand machinations, something I learned was a familial trait and that I hoped my child would not acquire. Though with the fact her mother is an heiress with an aptitude for taking control and her first teacher was a ruthless king, the chances of the trait staying recessive may have been shot to hell and revived into an eldritch abomination that even most magi would fear.

But I had years before I had to worry about that, just like worrying about keeping any idiot alive who'll try to make her do anything stupid, with her mother backing her up.

Or maybe I won't worry about all that and just let them do as they want, would probably be better for my overall health anyways.

Just as we neared the small mansion my father had 'loaned' to us, Misaki seemed to stiffen and clung to my leg, it took me a moment to register this and another moment to register the sweet smell that seemed to emanate from the park.

A Sekirei? Here? Misaki clung to me whenever we neared a Sekirei, for the most part my trait of being able to smell was amplified up to eleven within Misaki, there had been problems when she was a baby with sensory overload, simply attributed with her own smell. Of course this meant she could detect far longer ranges than I possibly could, but it 'hurt' her in a sense.

I kept a wary approach through the park, Misaki making an occasional whisper about 'Cold smell' and 'Sweet', that I only recognized once I was closer. It was true, the scent reminded me clearly of winter and an overall cloying sweet smell that seemed to hamper everything else identified the source to be a Sekirei.

As we neared the source I took an idle glance around the park, it was night and winter was settling onto the city with unusual ferocity this year. Couples kept together for warmth and quite a few people were dressed similarly to Misaki and I. My clothes were a secondary set of armor for myself though and not just something that kept me warm, with my skin being the first set. Misaki wasn't ready for that yet, only a few of her many circuits were active, unsurprisingly she had taken after Rin's side of the family and gained 2 more circuits than her mother, setting quite a bit of training for her once she gets them all activated.

Every other person in the park seemed to avoid the area in which I headed towards, and I froze when I saw what was there. It made some sense, Japanese culture was relatively strict and with the Sekirei's appearance it could be easily identified that she was in a spat with her lover and was thrown out, a very sad thing to know but most of the people wouldn't have bothered to help her even with the fact that she only seemingly wore a lab coat, specked with red at the bottom.

My eyes though weren't drawn to her figure, despite the impressive display that it was, they were drawn to the mark on her head, and I knew why exactly she was wearing a lab coat and was half naked in the park.

She was a Scrapped Number, one of the strongest Sekirei my father's company MBI had been unable to recalibrate, I was given what could only be called a 'briefing' on Sekirei by my mother the first few months of my stay at Shin Tokyo, approximately around the time I discussed a battle I had seen occur inside the building with several security guards against one Sekirei.

The fact that many of the guards were unconscious afterward, I had no qualms about steering clear from her as well. However I did register the fact that the familiar weight on my leg had disappeared until I saw my daughter near the potential psychotic killing machine.

My body acted on its own, my circuits flexed in the surge Od, before sequestering it into my body and my clothes, strengthening both to stronger than steel. I felt the familiar tingling sensation that preparation of Tracing Kanshou and Bakuya in my palms just as my eyes narrowed and I analyzed the being with its head settled between its knees that my daughter was approaching, along with the terrain of the park, my mind rapidly sequestering each place as its own 'Chii-tai' or zone that held its own set of advantages and disadvantages much like a feudal Japanese samurai would in any duel to the death, turning the park into a non-magical bounded-field that would put all the advantages onto my side. Sekirei were strong, as I have seen, and taking chances with the alien would be ridiculous even with their sheltered upbringing, and the possibilities of the sightings of the battle by several bystanders did not stifle my planning, they would be lucky to be alive if they were stupid enough to stay and watch.

Secrecy be damned, if that thing hurts my daughter 8 feet worth of steel will enter it.

As I refrained from approaching the creature, keeping myself strong enough to ensure that I could get Misaki away fast, but restraining myself from conjuring my two blades into existence.

"A-are you alright?" Misaki asked in slightly staggered and hesitant Japanese, to the creature. I wondered slightly if she knew what the woman was but I kept quiet and observed from a few feet away, looking like, for all the things in the world, just an ordinary man watching his child talk to a complete stranger and not a man who was prepared to kill.

The Od I channeled into my body was indiscriminate in where it was applied, even my ears were amplified by the energy, but I barely caught on the woman's reply so I silently wondered how my daughter heard it.

"I'm broken."

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Aaaannnnnddddd…. Cliffie!

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Omake: Pairing 1

It was a pretty surprising morning for the Inn when Shirou staggered into the dining room, looking for all the world as if he had been molested by Matsu for hours on end. Of course this fact drew the attention of the household to the pseudo-super hacker, who seemed just as confused as everyone else. This relieved most of the others but also raised curiosity up to eleven on what made the normally unflappable Shirou Emiya so pale and utterly demolished.

"Ara are- Emiya-kun, why so down?" Miya asked, though she really was happy she managed to actually do something besides buy groceries that day, the actions of her love-interest- (Sword touches author's neck held by a Hanya) err- her mutual understanding, completely platonical friend, incited a bit of curiosity that made her speak on behalf of the clan- (sword comes closer, this time by a man with a rather weird mask with a burger king crown on his head) err- the Inn's residents.

Shirou, however, laid his face on the table, thankfully missing the breakfast, before handing Matsu the doohickey, tapping it a few times.

Matsu blinked, at the casual use of technology for a moment before reading the headline aloud.

"MBI welcomes noble family stockholder from Europe."

As if seeing the Inn's resident's cocked heads, Shirou rose his hand and made circular motion that told Matsu to continue, keeping his head on the table and the flock blinked as they seemed to see a dark cloud hanging over his head.

"The esteemed director MBI happily meets with one of the shareholders of his company," Matsu read aloud, still slightly confused. "The family has exclusive ties with the English royal family and is extraordinarily influential. The scion of the clan has come at her family's behest to see that the company they have invested much in is as successful as their CEO, Minaka Sahashi has said it was," At this there was a loud gasp and Homura's eyes widened to the size of saucers, and Miya went very still.

"Ah… Master's father is founder," Akitsu voiced, her brain seemingly the least affected by the entire revelation.

Just as Matsu was about to ask her own question Shirou held up his hand in a 'stop' movement before following with his earlier 'continue' gesture.

Slightly put off, Matsu continued, pretty disbelieving anything could be worse.

"The scion has not been seen until the press conference, a link had been posted on the bottom of the page for any interested." Nonplussed, Matsu clicked the link, and froze.

Matsu suddenly shrieked before fainting, the resident's seemed to blink collectively before looking into the tablet themselves.

Homura fainted right away, barely missing the table and singing the tatami floor, much to Miya's feigned dismay, (She'll get Shirou to fix it later).

Kazehana reached between her cleavage and withdrew a very large bottle, sliced the top open with a flick of her wrist and with a yell of "Looks like I'm not needed anymore" took a swig and didn't seem to stop.

Akitsu, just took in stride, calmly catching the Uzume as the cloth spear user nearly hyperventilated.

"Shirou-kun's sempia girlfriend is here!" Musubi cheered, showing off the small percentage of the group that was happy about it, picking up Kuu-chan before Tsukimi fell on her due to her faint and giving her a snuggle, "We'll get to see the Shirou-kun sempia that taught him to be the best with the least, Kuu-chan! I'm so excited! Maybe she'll teach me as well!" At that Shirou managed a weak gurgle, signifying his now-hopeless outlook on life.

"Ara." The lavender haired inn-keeper muttered, remembering Shirou's past talks of his three girlfriends and a an even earlier talk explaining why each one was VERY dangerous in heir own way in 'Magecraft'. "Is this going to be a big problem Emiya-kun?"

For the first time that day Shirou looked the landlady in the eyes, and Miya recognized the look as one saw on a man about to be cut down.

"I'm currently the largest beacon of Prana in this city, and her eyes can detect hidden monsters with much better skills at hiding their own inside city's as well." Shirou explained despondently, "I'm currently living with 9 alien women, most of which are mated to me, and I have left her, my most 'demanding' girlfriend in the dark of night, with no word on where I would go or why."

Shirou made sure to take Kuu into his lap and cover her ears before meeting everyone's eyes, most of whom were just getting up.

"Lorelei is going to fuck me up." Shirou finished, before the sliding door behind him was opened by a metal encased hand before the woman in question let herself inn much to the dismay of most of the residents.

"In more ways than one," Barthomeloi Lorelei, wizard marshal, and undoubtedly the strongest non-sorcerer alive, her hair up in her signature ponytail and her maroon and white uniform impeccable as ever, added before sitting next to the resigned man. "Now tell me, what you've been up to all this time Shirou."

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Ho hum~

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Omake: Different Beginning 2: Begin Harder

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Shirou stepped onto the vessel with slight hesitancy, followed closely by the strangely dressed man who had hired him to pilot his boat onto the island.

Which apparently had a giant alien spaceship crashed onto it.

Now under normal circumstances the Magus would've simply high-tailed it out of there, but the years of his exile were rather… boring.

Sure he mastered tracing and reinforcing to the degree that he could make an temporary engine with not much hassle, and created dozens of new explosive combinations of runes to take advantage of in battle.

But nothing came after him, it was as if everybody just forgot about him, not even bothering to launch a SINGLE attempt upon his life.

It was very, very aggravating to the 28-year old Trace master. Sure he was glad he was making great strides and living a moderate lifestyle, but to be outright ignored by the people who expressed they had interest in your genes and to not see a single attempt on your life was truly rather insulting.

So there he was entering a crashed spaceship with a man dressed in a leotard and a scarf with his cynical, and hard hitting, fiancé.

As the two continued ahead of him he touched the wall alongside him, making note of the chemical composite and its surprising atomic structure that insured a prolonged life span. Even if the scientists ahead of him swindled him out of the greater chunk of the profit that would be made, he'd still come out a rich man by selling the composition, or heck even starting a company himself, he had plenty of extra money.

He continued to study the composition of the metals for a moment before hearing a hissing sound at the end of the hallway and the shocked gasps of the couple. Fearing the worst Shirou analyzed the situation.

The door they came in was shut, and he had no idea how the fool had opened it earlier.

The walls surrounding him were absurdly thick, molecularly and structurally, even if he broke out the imperfect bow he was still attempting to master along with the arrow forms of Kanshou and Bakuya he doubted he could blast through.

The halls were long but if the aliens were anything like apostles they would engage him in mere seconds.

"Is that an alien!?" Minaka Sahashi yelled, loud enough for Shirou to flinch and lower his guard slightly, seems like they weren't into killing, if only due the fact that the idiot was still alive of course. Shirou gave a deep sigh and walked up to them, before raising an eyebrow at the sight.

"What is this?" Shirou inquired and the two scientists jumped up in surprise as he was sure in their senses he simply appeared between them. "There are embryos and fetuses everywhere.."

The man and woman appeared flabbergasted for a moment, before each one took hasty steps to the nearest of the vats and began examining them.

"It's true!" The woman his age, Takami he remembered, yelled in surprise. "These are all embryos fetuses! Could this be the remains of a last ditch attempt to save their own species?"

"Not likely." Shirou grunted looking up, grimacing softly, as he felt their ostentatious looks bore into him he jutted his chin upward and their eyes followed.

"If this was the last attempt to save their species. why the hell wouldn't that thing up there already, have itself and its fellows broken out?"

"It looks so human," Takami whispered, Shirou eyed the woman for a moment before grunting his assent and leaning against the wall, his mystic eyes slowly dispersing themselves even though he wished they would already stop. "But… more."

"It's a god," Minaka said in awe slowly slumping to his knees, and Shirou sniffed at the appropriateness of the statement, trying hard to keep blink away the sunspots that had appeared when he looked at the beings with his eyes, he was tempted to channel Od to them but he knew that would only make it worse. "Nothing else could give off this much power, I can feel it in my bones that this is a god."

"But…" Shirou muttered from his place at the base of the gigantic pillar, "What are we going to do with them?"

The two scientists shared glances before heading to what they thought was just a regular fisherman they had hired off the docks.

"Are you good with business?" the man asked, serious for the first time Shirou's ever seen him.

"I can make sure you two won't be ripped off." Shirou offered, so this is what they were going for, "But I won't stay very long." He warned.

"Not a problem, as long as you can stay long enough." The woman added, "you realize that this groundbreaking and we can't tell anyone until were ready correct?"

Shirou gave a chuckle and got up, towering over the two scientists.

"I have more secrets than you two will ever keep in your entire lifestyles, and I'm making more and more every day." He dusted off his sturdy khaki pants and clipped up the coat he had taken to wearing before, leading them out. "I think I can keep my mouth shut until I can earn some money."

"This is an entire alien civilization on our laps, and you're thinking about money?" the man asked, more curious than apprehensive.

"It's the best reason I can think of, as of now," Shirou admitted, stopping at the other side of the door an d taking in the sight, he stood off to the right and the couple took up the middle and the left as all three gazed up, the pillar intertwined with 107 vials containing fetuses and embryos and at the very top a woman that radiated power enough to burn Shirou's eyes. As the man made a movement to close the door which Shirou could only imagine was the same that he had used to open the door he made his final remark.

"But what reasons will they give us once we release them?"

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GET OUT OF HERE IF YOU'RE ONLY GOING TO TALK ABOUT THE DAMN LIST.

The "First" was the Misaki route.

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Omake: A New Threat…

I eyed the lab-coat clad woman in his house with eyes that would've made an apostle feel nervous.

The woman looked back, not a shard of fear in her eyes, something I had to admit was quite extraordinary, due to much of the training I had received from Rin.

All the while I was sure that my daughter was still looking at me pleadingly.

"Can we keep her please?" Misaki pleaded, begging for all she was worth, and by the root was it doing things to my will that the temptations of the Grail could never reach.

Call me soft, but I just couldn't bear to say no to Misaki especially when she was being reasonable.

We were inside the small manor then when I had told her that she could keep her… alien, and it was quite possibly the happiest moment in my daughter's life, while I went off to cook dinner she was already talking about dressing up the poor woman and playing all day with her.

That was of course weeks ago and the woman, Akitsu as I found out her name was, proved to be very reliable in taking care of Misaki, and the two stayed at home whenever I was at the university. The days were much easier with Akitsu around, and I was glad that some of the load and worry of raising Misaki was gone, especially now that I knew the two were safe inside boundary field he had created.

It goes boom when something or someone gets to nosy…heh.

Akitsu was utterly devoted to my daughter, and it went to as far that she hardly ever left Misaki's side. I was also sure that Akitsu slept on the mattress nest to Misaki's bed (Misaki's bedroom was VERY large), and regularly wore the outfit that Misaki picked out for her, the night before everyday.

Oh…and boy did Misaki pick the outfits…

I swear, the last time Misaki made the woman wear corset, a skirt and a set of boots there were at least 5 car crashes and ten blood transfusions, mostly from men but a few women as well.

I, of course, knew that Misaki would one day exhibit her mother's perverseness, but the fact that my daughter was doing it subconsciously made me feel quite a bit queezy.

What, by the root, would be the outcomes of her perverted streaks when she did it consciously? There was a very large feeling in my gut that if Misaki never gets the discipline that I cannot give her, she would become a true monster.

It was when those thoughts entered my mind that I wished that Saber had come with me, she had always been the one who kept Misaki in order. As I was an utter doormat for her, and Rin was quite eager to cultivate her daughters gifts to their fullest extent.

We were quite the dysfunctional family, and I chuckled lightly to myself as I walked, down the street.

Of course, that opened up several situations that I was wholly unprepared for.

Namely bumping into a woman carrying bags of groceries and almost knocking the poor woman over.

The same could not be said, for the bags of groceries though, which I had to scramble to catch and surprisingly failed to do so.

As I apologized continuously, I on my knees to the ground, cheeks flushed beyond what I thought possible as I tried to look for anything that wasn't broken or damaged, before I was heard the lady's pleas to stop.

I was sure I was blushing intensely when I got up, and my cheeks were getting stung by the onset of the chilly winds that had come around merely several days ago. I tried to look anywhere but the lady's face as I did so, keeping my head down cast, a customary gesture of shame in many families that lived in Japan and I was sure since I saw the hem of the Miko-outfit the woman was Japanese as well.

"Ara, ara," the lady gently chided, and I my thoughts of her living in Japan was true, as a foreigner would've yelled at me by now. "It seems that black cat that crossed my path earlier seems to have delivered my bad luck earlier than expected. It seems that the two of us have been intertwined with bad luck, yes?"

"H-hai," I muttered scratching my cheek slightly as I uttered the traditional Japanese 'yes', she quite definitely a traditional woman, I had yet to meet anyone who could speak so fluent Japanese with such little ease in tying together humor into the gentle chiding that could have done so with a traditional Japanese background. "It seems to be like that…"

As I let the sentence linger I lifted my head a bit still scratching my cheek and offering an apologetic smile as I looked to see if I could possibly salvage my pride in my upbringing in any shape or form.

The first thing I noticed was her hair, it was lavender, and was kept up with the traditional way with ornamental chopsticks. She was wearing a Miko outfit as I had seen and it was unflattering to her figure as it should be. I had seen many of the Sekirei jump around in forms of that style that would've made any shrine maiden weep in it's disfiguration.

Her face and eyes though forced me to take a breath and smell in the VERY alien scent that I attributed with regret, and the scent of blood so thick I almost chocked. Her face was angular and regal, a traditional beauty contrasted with a sharpness that I didn't know was possible with the very sheltered Sekirei, save from Kurasaba of course.

It took insane amounts of willpower for me not to engage her THEN and THERE. Only because of the fact that I wasn't sure that I would survive was what stopped me. As always my mind was safe and the woman knew not of my thoughts.

And as any traditional Japanese man would do I offered to accompany her back to the grocery store and buy her all the items she wishes to do so. Unlike the traditional Japanese man however, I would plant a tracking rune on the bottom of one the longer kept products and make sure to stay away from the area it settles in until I was calm and configured enough to either confront the beast or make terms with it.

The longer I stay in this city the more I feel that it was getting more and more dangerous by the second.

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AND NOW SHE SHALL REACT TO HIM, EVEN AS HE FEARS AND AVOIDS HER, MWUAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH!

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Anyone notice I always update at 10 pm?

To make this Realistic, you can all consider Rin and Saber to be much more interested in one another (chew on that bone) thus giving Lorelei the 'leeway' to entire his life despite him already beign in a relationship.

This REALLY could never happen in the real Type-moon universe, I just happen to like turning things over their heads. (And I like the pairing)

Omake: Lorelei: How it Happened Part 1

Shirou Emiya fidgeted on his seat, unable to hide his nervousness despite the fact that he was raised in a traditional Japanese environment. Anyone that saw him like so would've had their curiosity piqued, Shirou had an intense pride in keeping his behavior calm as the culture he was raised in had indicted.

The reason for his nervousness?

He had just blown up his 15th workshop… practically half of the deserted, bounded acre that he was assigned to do all his magecraft in was glassed with the high explosive rune combination he had recently completed.

And it was costing the Magi Association quite a pretty penny, so much so in fact that there were talks about getting him private funding, since most of his concepts of explosives via runes were still not understood by most of the Associations Rune Masters and Alchemists who readily wanted to adapt to such a thing.

He was practically mixing Runes with Alchemy with how he was creating desired explosions! It was glorious in their eyes!

Of course no one could deny the fact that explosives needed… very large amounts of land to work with, (especially when he blew up his workshop the 3rd time) and so he was granted an acre of land to practice his 'new' branch of magecraft in.

The only problem was the constant reapplying of all the boundary field, the recreation of his hardened concrete workshop both of which were gradually becoming bulkier and more warded every single time they were destroyed.

The Bounding masters and the Rune masters were apparently in a competition to see which one's Runic wards lasted longer, since Shirou had always proven it was impossible for anything to impossible for him practically blowing away the 'strongest' of their runes the first day, as well as taking the constant destruction of their respective creations to better themselves and pursue their field's own versions of 'True Magic'.

'Guaranteed to protect against Emiya Shirou' Fields/Runes.

Shirou was sure it started out as a joke in the beginning, but he was seeing more and more of those departments striving, very seriously, to create them. Especially when he started playing with more modern elemental chemical compounds he found over in a science documentary to transcribe as runes, and he started breaking through the things with surprising ease.

This only seemed to make the each of the department's staff's even more fevered in their pursuit of the 'Emiya' protection runes, citing that they were growing in ways that leapfrogged the past 100 years and giving new avenues for them to explore.

Mainly in projectile stopping, force stopping, and air dissipation.

So with that, various departments were petitioning for the creation of a fund, so any mage that wanted to pursue the idealistic dream of creating wards that will hold back any of Shirou's explosive experiments (and in conclusion anything else in the world) will be able to pursue their DREAM.

Shirou really didn't care, more due the fact he wanted to get back to his experiments that he even bothered to listen in to what he considered 'drivel'.

He was the loose attaché/boy toy to two girls for Root's sake, he didn't really need to care what others thought of him.

Then he got the letter for an appointment with the Vice Director of the Clock Tower.

The freakin' closest thing to a 'Queen' he'll ever meet, and she wanted to discuss why his drainage of funds was 'good' for the Mages Association.

That was when Shirou started taking things, a touch, more seriously and began to attempt to stamp down all the wild talks of his explosives, if only to ease his nervousness about the coming meeting.

It didn't work, the more he talked to them the more they asked about his experiments and were getting more and more ecstatic at every detail he gave them. The last time he talked to one of the mages in the Boundary department the man WEPT and told him his magic would be nowhere near where it was had it not been for him.

Scary stuff.

"You may enter now, Mr. Emiya." The androgynous brown haired secretary told him in clipped tones, as if expecting him to already now the fact. "Please refrain from dying messily should the situation arise, I clean her office and would consider it a gift from you should you not spray your blood or any bodily parts on her paperwork. Goodness knows she only wants them when they're pristine, and would gladly throw them out of the ceiling if there was anything wrong with them."

"I-I'll try." Shirou stammered back in English, quite a bit terrified now.

The secretary beamed at him and waved him away to face the devil.

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Heartwarming? No.

Believable? Possibly.

Funny? Definitely.

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Here's an extra.

Tsukimi blushed furiously red as she heard the creaking of the walls above her as the rest of the flock that came with her busied themselves in the kitchen, or in Matsu's and Kazehana's case attempting to enter the bedroom.

Besides the constant creaking, of the floor boards above them, they had no idea what was happening leaving everything up to the imaginati-

Oh who was she kidding everyone in the house knew the two were having angry make-up sex.

Lorelei had taken Shirou almost immediately after the breakfast and it Matsu hours to find them and when they explained themselves to the MBI guards they were let into the mansion.

That was a week ago and so far the creaking stopped at the most only a dozen times.

At her last visit Miya voiced that the girl must've stocked up on food inside the room itself, when the marker of three days came and went.

How the landlady knew this, or why Musubi called about the landlady seeming to buy more food than normally and some disappearing in the middle of the night, was never mentioned.

Akitsu seemed the least perturbed about the entire thing just busying herself going around the house cleaning, while Homura constantly fretted and kept talking about how it wasn't possible and that it was unhealthy to go on for so long.

The building seemed to shake for a moment and the creaking stopped, and the general audience (ahem) flock all stopped what they were doing as silence rained over the house hold.

A seemingly endless hour later, which had much more fevered attempts to enter the room by Kazehana than the past couple days, the couple came out seemingly more composed than when they were last seen and didn't seem to look like for all the world, as if they didn't have sex for the past week.

"I told her everything," Shirou said calmly, sitting nimbly upon the sofa next the just-as-calm Lorelei, "and I have agreed to everything that my wife is about to say."

When the Wizard Marshall looked up the Sekirei present knew they were well and truly f*cked.

…

I'll expand on it… one day.

(Most likely next week)

…

Omake: Pairing 2: Pair Harder.

Shirou was not having a good day.

"Stay still, damn you!"

For one, he still had to go to work after his classes, and his boss was an absolute nitpicker when it came to employees arriving at least 5 minutes early to prep their stations.

"Get over here you, wuss!"

Secondly, his grades were absolutely awful in economics, horribly skewing any of his plans to advance beyond working for his idiotic boss.

Shirou caught the assaulting man's wrist, and twisted into his guard. He altered his steps, quickly twisting and moving one of his legs behind the man's own. With his unrestrained arm Shirou landed a strike to the large, muscular man's shoulder with his elbow.

The man gasped in pain as his shoulder blade seemed to attempt to extract itself from his body, giving Shirou his next opening.

Shirou extended his arm out with controlled speed, his forearm had been on the opposite side of the strike, and crushed the man's nose with the strike. Shirou brought the leg behind the man forward, sweeping the pain-filled man off his feet.

Shirou gave a grunt as he clasped the large mans arm with both hands and threw him over his shoulder, into the rest of gang.

And thirdly the local Yakuza decided that they wanted another piece of Pain, courtesy of Shirou's fists.

On some days Shirou would've welcomed the fact, already shifting his arms just above his stomach area and matching the placements with his feet directly underneath, a bastardized martial arts stance that would've made any user cry out at him in rage.

But today was not that day, he was on the cusp of finalizing a new form of explosive rune array that had the potential to burst and explode at designated ranges, finally giving him another step up to a combat practice that would allow him to finally use his explosive runes in a do-or-die battle.

Screw archer's bow, he had the potential to launch high-powered explosives at his enemies without a chance of harming civilians, he was going his own way!

Just as the first of the idiots began their charge at him, he felt a shift in the air behind him.

"Duck."

And duck, Shirou did, and he was infinitely glad he did so.

Explosives he could only dream of seemed to spontaneously appear in front of the Yakuza, ranging from small pops that made men faint and explosions that burst in front of the man nearest to him that threw the man twenty feet away.

For an explosive creator like Shirou this was practically heaven in its own right, his first sight of controlled explosions that he was on the cusp of attaining.

Just like any magus that saw a technique that they wanted to learn Shirou turned around as he got up and Bowed deeply, noting the worn leather briefcase by the figure's jean covered legs and asked as politely as possible...

"Please teach me how you did that," Shirou voiced, hearing a sudden 'eep!' from the one he was asking. "I would gladly share all my research with you if you teach me the principles of those explosive you used against them."

"A-ah… you're a magus?" His savior yelled out loud, her high pitched voice eliciting a slight groan from him. "Why didn't you use Magecraft on them? I wouldn't have needed to help you if you did!"

"I trained myself to fight without my Od unless absolutely necessary," Shirou replied, trying for all he was worth to be as humble as possible as he looked up, "My magic circuits are malformed and though I have 27 natural circuits they can barely handle any units of power inside them. I am currently researching explosive runes and would really like to study your magecraft, and am willing to do anything to-"

"Whoa, there, boya" his savior extended her hands out in attempt to stem the flow of words, "I'm not exactly the teaching type, how about you lead me to workshop and we talk there? You can show me why my magic has you all riled up while you're at it as well."

"Gladly," Shirou replied extending his hand , "My name is Shirou Emiya, nice to meet you Master."

"Lets not get to hasty," his newly declared master chuckled warily, before grasping his hand in her own,

"Aozaki Aoko, nice to meet you as well."

…

I can only imagine the CHAOS that will happen when they arrive in Shin Tokyo, as fate would eventually lead them.

XD

…

Sadly this is the…

Omake: The End

…

I guided myself through the length of classrooms, keeping myself isolated from all the other students of the university as they went about with books in hand, studying intensely for the next day. I had to study for several classes as well, but studying right before a test never surmounted to anything for me, so I studied when I was extremely focused that I was sure to remember it.

Mostly in the reinforced basement that served as my workshop, when I was piecing together a particularly nasty combination of runes together, worked well enough that I passed higher than most of the class.

Saber had told me that life and death situations always taught people new things, but I'm sure she'd put me through several if she knew I was abusing her teachings so much.

Rin, as well, though I was sure she'd bring out boxes of toys that would drive me insane instead of the, much more preferable life or death situations that Saber would present me with.

By the root, I hope that Rin would never find out.

I was just exiting the building when I bumped into an old friend of mine from cram school.

Yasaka, I found out did not really like being forgotten, especially since he was still in cram school while I was in my first year.

He wasn't very bright.

We made small talk, and I coincidentally found out he worked as a host now.

By all technicalities he was a male prostitute that may or may not have standards to apply to any gender.

But of course it would've been pretty hypocritical of me to think of him as being lower than me, I met plenty of men and women, two of whom I was with, that were bisexual

As we walked down he seemed get nervous around me, and I invited him to my house, just for pleasantries of course, and just like any Japanese man he declined and thanked me.

Oddly enough it broke the ice and were talking just like we were in cram school again.

"So how's the kid, Emiya?" Yasaka asked, as we were at an intersection. Some people were staring of course, it wasn't often to see a man my height with someone dressed like Yasaka was, and with my enhanced hearing I heard several girls giggling talking in hushed tones while they pointed me at and Yasaka.

"She's doing well, Yasaka." I replied, "I finally found a babysitter that's utterly devoted to carrying out her every whim as do."

"You joke too much, Emiya!" Yasaka laughed, leading in the walk across the street. "There is no in this world that treats their kid with so much care, as you do! The only person that would be as devoted to her as you are would be a slave!"

I gave a half smile at that, Yasaka really was hitting the bull's eye with his description of Akitsu's devotion to my daughter.

Master to servant, no gray area, anything my daughter tells her to do WILL be done. It had taken me quite a bit of talking to get my mother to explain the scrapped Sekirei to me, and even more talking to convince her that the 'bomb-waiting-to-go-off' was as a good babysitter as any.

My mother, one minute trying to make me feel ashamed about making her a grandmother so young, the next trying to strangle me for doing something as small as cutting onions with Misaki in the same room.

Truthfully, at least she wasn't nearly as bad as Yukari who kept trying to get Misaki to call her 'Okaa-san' instead of 'Obaa-san'.

The nightmares and nervousness the actions my sister do, the cause and remind me far too much of a certain white-haired heiress at some points.

Root be praised she didn't have Berserker with her, or we would all perish.

"Ahh! Emiya look it's one of my colleagues!" Yasaka exclaimed before running ahead to get whoever he wanted me to meet. Yasaka is surprisingly much more cheerful than most crammers going onto 25 would be, a lot more cheerful compared to how he was when we were at school.

Well a lot of people say sex is a good stress reliever… but I didn't want to dwell too deeply in that context since I was still unsure of Yasaka's preferences, considering, once against, that his job would require him to be suitable for a VERY wide range of clients before he gets a pool of steady clients.

Basic marketing, Rin had told me that book I read was about.

It turned out to be how a brothel was run and Rin had a wicked time watching me read it in public while I struggled to read it and try to make sense of the many words that I learned from it.

Happily enough that book also happened to be the first book I turned into an explosive and threw into a lake.

"Emiya! Over here!"

I turned, and I knew from my first breath that what would happen would not fit very well into my day.

It seems Yasaka's friend is a Sekirei, and judging by the smell of ash and oppressive sweetness, this one was very, very powerful.

Surprisingly enough the Sekirei was a man, who smiled with crinkled eyes and reached outward with his hand.

When his hands grasped mine his eyes opened, and a blush grew upon his face that I was NOT happy to see.

A male Sekirei reacting to me… Rin will have a field day with this.

"Emiya Shirou, nice to meet you…"

"Kagari," the alien all but seemed to choke out before breaking into a run leaving my hand upright while Yasaka yelled after his sempai.

Seems like the end my peace came faster than I thought.

…

By 'the end' I meant the end of all my plot styling and the 'real beginning'

Oh… I got REALLY Bored.

…

Omake: Pairing 3: Pair With A Vengeance

Since you all BEGGED and no else wanted to man up.

'looks at Syroc's bearded face'

…

"You've got to be kidding me!" Shirou cried out, backing away from Kurasaba as he pointed at her. "You're reacting to me!"

"Ah… so Mina-Chan, Finally figures it out." Kurasaba purred, inching closer to the protagonist with a smile that would've made most men wet themselves. "Let's make this official-"

Then a pan hit the black Sekirei in the back of the head.

Surprised at the sudden impact Kurasaba was distracted enough for Shirou to flee, deciding that even though he had Unlimited Blade Works to his arsenal it just wouldn't do for him to challenge his luck any further and headed for his workshop.

"Ara, Ara." Miya tsk-ed, in her own particular way, before glaring at MBI's top enforcer with nearly visible malice. "What is this I hear about you reacting to Emiya-kun, Dog?"

"You're getting old, Miya." Kurasaba declared giving Miya a slasher smile as she dusted herself off, still noticeably clad in the kimono Musubi had lent to her, which was thankfully full in its skirt length and white in color, though with Kurasaba's thoughts in mind the skirt wouldn't stay that length for a prolonged period of time. "You're obviously developing senility if you have to ask you've heard something already!"

"Listen here, Dog." Miya growled, surprising the Black Sekirei enough to get her full attention. "You will leave, Shirou alone and leave this house in peace."

Kurasaba had a blank look on her face for a moment, as her mind put two and two together.

Her reacting to Minato: added.

Miya's Reaction Plus calling him Shirou to this: Added.

Conclusion: Miya is also reacting to Minato.

Glorious day of days!

"You're reacting to him to!" Kurasaba all but squealed in glee, "How can someone be more perfect for me then? I'll get him before you possibly can!"

"What…" the normally demure landlady's face brightened into to a blush, that would've lit up several rooms and she stiffened like a board, as Kurasaba's answer hit like a sledge hammer. "N-no I am not reacting to Shiro- Emiya-kun!

The black Sekirei could only cackle as the practical epitome of her race, floundered like a schoolgirl. If she had known that Minato had attracted Miya, of all people, she would've snatched him up and done unspeakable things to him at night ages ago!

Though with the landlady's blush the woman certainly must've been reacting for the longest amount of time just to be lighting up the room as much.

Kurasaba doubted that Miya had been reacting to him as long as she did though, she'd blushed when he first threw that knife at her months ago.

"I guess that means I've got the upper hand here." Kurasaba declared , once more, "I'll come back with him tomorrow, Miya, I know how you don't like there ever being lewd activities in your hou-"

Nothing could've prepared the Black Sekirei for the explosion that erupted at her statement, courtesy of the lavender haired inn keeper.

…

Despite the surprising peace that had interred with the house hold many of the inhabitants, Matsu in particular, had held constant guard when the black Sekirei had entered their home.

Still that did not prepare the household.

"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH SHIROU! HE'S MINE, DOG!"

'Insert explosion here'

With the explosion, the flock went to the tea room immediately, Homura quite comically with her chest unbound in a white button up shirt that got Tsukimi's and Musubi's surprised looks.

"Ah! Does this mean Homura-san will be wanting her day now?" Musubi interjected while, Tsukimi simply pointed at him with a slacken jaw.

"Not now, Musubi." Homura growled, under her breath.

"You hid your gender from me as well?!" Tsukimi yelled indignantly, "you probably did this all to get closer to Shirou in secret while we were all fighting for your spot!"

"You stay quiet too Tsukimi-"

"Oh my!" Kazehana gasped, "A love so deep that the woman hides herself away from all others! Just so she can keep herself for her one true love!"

Homura all but screamed before tackling them through the side of the house.

Even though Homura had planned to burn the three with fire, the stunning field of vision she was awarded was more than enough to distract her.

Namely a half naked Miya kissing her Ashikabi with gusto, with Kurasaba with much less clothing on the floor with wings on her back.

However, they noticed that there were no wings erupting from Miya's back, leading to…

"Ah…" Akitsu blushed, as Miya dragged Shirou to the shack. "Master will be busy."

…

It's not long because I don't support this paring in particular… (I like singulars…) BUT! Sneak peek for the NEXT Misaki Chapter!

…

"So you have a daughter?" Kagari- no Homura, interjected as I walked with him, deciding that it was better to meet at a park than once more at the damaged karaoke establishment.

Though I must admit the furious blushes of the waitresses were endearing especially since it was Homura that ran out blushing like a loon and not myself.

I actually don't know how I'm supposed to feel about that…

"Yeah, her name's Misaki." I gave her name with a smile, already remembering fond memories "Her mother insisted she take her last name though: Misaki Barthomeloi."

…

Here's a screwdriver to pull that Mind Screw out.

…

Omake: Pairing 4: Pair Another Day.

…

Shirou pumped his legs for all they were worth, speeding down the freeways on his 3 speed bike faster than most people could see.

Guess being able to reinforce the body was finally useful out of battle.

Shortly after he left the Magical World in pursuit of… well staying alive for the moment anyway. A Sealing Designation due to his manifestation of his Reality Marble was the cause of it all though.

A few years after that and finishing college in India he was… a courier.

Couriers were generally regarded as a glorified delivery boy that delivered either important documents or illegal trinkets throughout the world. Shirou decided shortly after getting his degree in engineering and finally coming to grasps with his explosive rune work, he wanted to explore the world a bit, before he settled down, got a job and unleashed hell upon the fools at Clock tower.

They may have been frightened at his explosives BEFORE but now he was sure if he timed it correctly he could shatter the place and run away from Barthomeloi later on.

With Rin and Saber of course, he really missed the two a lot.

The deliver was a suitcase today, but the time limit he'd been assigned and the fact that his bike was out of commission made the thing more of challenge.

So thus he had accepted it due to the fat paycheck his boss had waved in front of him.

Whatever was in the box was REALLY important to somebody.

Shirou neatly bunny hopped his bike off the overpass and landed on top of a building, barely stopping as he rocketed off.

The roofs were the easiest way to travel, especially in the downtown area of Beijing, where the streets were crowded by enough people to make most people claustrophobic enough to scream.

He was just about nearing his destination when he felt the biggest shot of malice pour through him and he was barely able to leap off the three-speeder before it was crushed.

So it's a holy artifact then, Shirou thought as he floated in the air for a moment in a form that would've made most gymnasts weep, nice to know.

Well that would explain the apostle and his retinue in any case anyways.

"Seize him, do not let him deliver the package." The royally dressed Dead Apostle commanded his ghoul, which began to move towards him at their shuffling pace, making Shirou scoff as he reached inside his leather jacket, which was part of his ensemble complete with visor-helmet.

"Looks like I'm getting some hazard pay for this," Shirou muttered as he pulled on his rune gloves and pointed one palm in the general direction of the Apostle and his other hand pointing with one finger at the others..

The Apostle, safe to say, was very surprised as a runes from the palm of Shirou's hand formed a parallel field, one on top of another, and only had time for its eyes to widen as it grasped the final seal pointed at him.

'Placement'

Then his chest exploded into a million tiny pieces as he burned everywhere, only for his temporal field to reverse the damage at the cost of much of its integral power supply.

Just as he finished his temporal heal he was surprised to find himself blown up once more.

With much more fire this time.

LOTS MORE.

Shirou kept his face impassive as he finished the last of the dead using smaller, more concentrated strikes on their heads, while he continued to pour explosive hydrogen and white phosphorous upon the poor Apostle, had this been in a larger area he would've liked to simply use a fusion burst of hydrogen and hydrogen together.

But he had no plans to blind every living thing in a kilometer and release enough radiation to kill several thousand people.

Though he as kind of miffed about the fact that he was going have to wear down the creature's considerable defense for the next 30 minutes and will be seeing a fat reduction on his paycheck.

Shirou was very tempted to trace Caliburn and see if it would make things any faster, and he would've if not for a timely interruption.

"Holy Shit." A woman exclaimed next to him, and Shirou felt a sudden weight on his shoulder.

"By the Root how are you doing That?! The last time I've seen something like this was…" the woman spoke and Shirou almost lost his footing as the weight disappeared and a woman manifested herself on his left side.

"Tell me the truth, are you my damn sister's apprentice?" the woman demanded, as he mentally made sure to pour some more phosphorous into the mix, to hopefully hasted the kill, if this woman was part of the Clock Tower he was going to be in some serious shit soon.

"Ummm…" Shirou floundered for a moment, before deciding to just tell the truth. "I'm just a courier ma'am"

He half suspected the busty red-head dressed much like a schoolteacher to smack him across the roof top for his insolence, but the woman seemed much more surprised at his answer than insulted.

"You have my package?" the woman asked in shock, and Shirou gave a nod and pointed with the hand currently uninhibited with killing a bloodsucking power hungry fool towards his bike.

The woman seemingly disappeared once more and reappeared at his side giddily with the suitcase and with the touchpad that his company had giving him for a more accurate delivery times and verifications.

He was pleasantly surprised she had known which of the applications to open and sign at, it had taken him moths to get used to it.

The woman seemed to be preoccupied with the suitcase for a moment before taking interest upon him once more.

"The names, Aozaki Touko, I'm pretty sure you won't mind some company while you kill this thing right?"

…

I'm getting faster at writing these.

Le Gasp.

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Omake: Bonds and Bonds and Bonds and Bonds…

Another Misaki Chapter for all you fools… she'll be in the corner of your minds from now on….

…

I wasn't sure how I should've felt when Homura's fiery wings petered down to nothingness after the neo-mating ritual I just performed with him.

By the root that sounded ridiculously wrong, I should just call it winging like the Sekirei do.

But it still is basically a mating ritua- no more thinking on that, zero thoughts on that now.

Wouldn't want to tempt fate… or Rin for that matter.

Though due to the fact it bordered on the perverse it may be the same thing, concerning my child's mother was hyper aware of such things to an incredible extent.

Whether it was a gift or a curse I had yet to ascertain, but it had led to plenty of nights that would've stayed less rowdy, had it not been for it.

I gave Homura my address and advised him to come visit after he dealt with two lightning users who were harassing a nearby Sekirei, had I been as paranoid to him as I was to a human I wouldn't have let him anywhere near my home.

Homura though, was of an alien race that bonded for the rest of their lives to a human, and even if that particular man or woman was cruel they would stay by their side far more resolutely than a Servant would, never even looking for escape from their beloved 'Ashikabi'.

So I had no qualms about letting him know where I lived, his bond would most definitely keep him strong and with his paranoid and protective nature I was sure that he would never relinquish my safety or, more importantly, Misaki's safety.

As I walked out of the karaoke bar slightly miffed at giggling of the stewardess as I paid for the damages, I really silently hoped that Homura would be getting as embarrassed as I was sooner or later.

…

In the end he arrived at four in the afternoon, Akitsu opening the door for him in the plain outfit Misaki had chosen for her that day.

By plain I mean a sweater and khakis that did nothing to hide her figure.

I had actually become slightly numbed to my daughters scandalous dressing sense, regarding others.

But to my joy Homura was not, he immediately became slack jawed for the briefest of moments, his eyes lingering from her legs to her bosom where they stayed for a long period of time before going up to her face.

"You're a scrapped number!"

Of course that was when I chose to intervene, walking behind Homura and leading him away for a 'talk' before the two would kill each other, and I knew that should it happen the house would become a mix of water and ice.

They were very powerful for their species, very, very powerful.

It took a few moments for Homura to calm down as I sat him damn into the chair in my study, and he was immediately ranting about how dangerous Akitsu was.

It slightly miffed me that he didn't pay any attention to the tray of tea and biscuits that I had set but I guess that solving life or death problems, in his eyes, were much more important than tea and biscuits.

Oh well, down to business right away I guess.

"Homura, Please calm down she's only my daughter's babysitter."

That stopped him for a moment.

"B-babysitter? Daughter?"

"I guess you can call her my daughter's servant, if you felt like it," I mused, and Homura went slack jawed once more, "My child offered Akitsu a home and I guess that she attached herself to my daughter."

"You have a daughter?!"

"Yes," I frowned at Homura's outburst and was once more miffed at how he switched on which topic he was focused on, first it was on scrapped numbers now it was on Misaki, I wondered if I should ask Takami whether Homura is mentally fine. "I have a daughter."

"B-but you winged me! I reacted to you!" Homura insisted, and I finally grasped at what he was trying to say.

"Ah…" I muttered, slightly embarrassed at the semi truth that I was about to say, "Her mother… isn't with us."

"Oh…" Homura voiced lowly, for the first time noticing the tray I set between us and becoming engrossed in examining the tea trays. "I didn't know that…"

"Don't worry about it," I said simply, covering up more of mine and Misaki's past, I had covered it with Takami and my family as well as Misaki, herself, so there was danger in telling Homura, my little half truths "she was pretty happy in the end."

"Well with all that cleared up, how was the fight?" I inquired, keeping the small sad smile on face though I detested being a slimy charismatic fool. "Did you manage to save the Sekirei and take out the lighting users?"

"No," Homura admitted, looking slightly ashamed as he dropped into his chair a little bit more. "I wasn't even able to catch up with them, the one they were chasing was using a spear and was VERY fast in moving, and they were very fast themselves with their element being lightning, so I was unable to keep up."

"You can't win them all," I told him, "It would be stupid to try to do so."

"But I need to keep them all safe until they find their Ashikabi," Homura protested.

"It wouldn't mean anything if you saved only three of them and fell in battle, Homura. It would be better to save ten and loose one, than save one and loose ten" I finished, using my own code to life as the clincher on my argument, and seeing the fiery Sekirei give a sigh I knew my reasoning hit home and I decided to broach another topic.

"So where are you staying?" I asked curiously, he must have a place to stay safe and keep any Sekirei he saved safe as well "This place isn't exactly strapped for room so you can stay here if you need to, Akitsu's very protective of Misaki enough to guard the place 24/7."

Not to mention the defensive runes I crafted myself of course.

I heard Homura whisper "Misaki, that's her name…" under his breath for a moment before he replied, getting up as he did so.

"I live at a place called Izumo inn, it's pretty far but it's safe, I'm friends with the landlady there so I would like to stay there until the unwinged are all safe."

His statement seemed very official in my ears, as if he was expecting me to not agree and for him to argue his point.

I gave a smile and lifted some really first-class tea up to my lips before replying, grasping upon the knowledge from the damned book, Rin had given me.

"Just as long as you're only friends with the landlady, wife, I have no problems with it"

The look on the host's face was priceless and it served him right for leaving me to the karaoke stewardess rumor mongers.

…

Sit. Read. Enjoy.

…

Omake: Lorelei 3: Lorelei With A Vengeance

Hmmm I'm getting WAY too interested in this…

…

Months.

Years.

Decades.

Shirou's first meeting with the Queen of Clock Tower made Shirou feel like he was being constantly targeted and being pried for weaknesses, his own instinct to run the hell away was killing him inside.

What scared him the most was that he was sure that she was finding many, many weaknesses to exploit.

But he had persevered and answered all of her questions, and when she dismissed him he locked himself away in his bunker for a LONG time, mixing together as many runes as he thought possible and creating his first boundary field made of explosives.

It was a great achievement and to this day Shirou would never admit that he created it out of panic and fear from his first meeting with Lorelei.

The funny part though was when he received ANOTHER, appointment with the Queen of Clock Tower three weeks later inviting him one of her 'hunts'.

He was sure that was about the first time he openly wept in public and didn't feel any damn shame about it.

…

"Are you absolutely sure this is the only thing we can possibly do now?" Shirou demanded, clutching his rune book close to his chest with one hand and applying runes to the walls around them, Lorelei's hunt had been blown off kilter and they were now lost inside the ancient castle that housed several dozen dead apostles.

"Even if it kills us, Emiya, our deaths would mean the deaths of the largest hive I have ever seen. It would be a death befitting of myself, and my works." Lorelei said simply, flicking her pony tail over her shoulder as she walked next to him, covering him so to speak.

"That doesn't answer my question." Shirou insisted, flipping open his book with a frown as he looked over the transcription of 'Acceleration' once more, it was quite the tricky rune. "I would very much like to return to my girlfriends, and continue my work…"

"I would've thought a combat aptitude mage, as yourself would've been happy with such a glorious death, in killing all these Apostles, Emiya." The Barthomeloi chastened, making Shirou VERT still for a moment at that thought that he had displeased her.

"I'm still quite partial to living," Shirou muttered, closing his book and flicking off the remains of magic in his hand with distaste remembering why so many magi wore gloves.

"We all are," Lorelei noted, walking up to his side with a smirk that would've made lesser men crawl up into little balls, but since he was not a lesser man Shirou just turned white underneath the hood of the robes he had worn that day.

Sure the robe was stupid, but it just may save his life if he pumped enough Od into it.

With senses that he was fully aware were not natural Lorelei whipped around and scowled deeply, her deep hate for apostles shining through her, admittedly, beautiful visage.

"They're coming," Lorelei barked sharply and Shirou nearly stumbled despite the fact he was standing still, "Are your Runes set?"

"Y-yes, but how are we getting out of here?" Shirou stammered, pressing his rune book into the folds of his robes as he traced Kanshou and Bakuya with slight unease. "They're undoubtedly guarding the entrance…"

"Then we make our own exit." Lorelei declared pointing an open palm at the edge of darkness and another at the wall, Shirou was barely able to cover his ears as a howling gale tore through the wall and horrified screams came from the darkness. "Take my hand we'll get out of here faster with my magic's powers rather than your reinforcement."

Quite afraid, Shirou took the offered dainty hand and could describe the rushing movement that followed as being dragged through a hurricane by a tornado.

It was very fast, and made him VERY sick.

It was no wonder that when they stopped Kanshou and Bakuya were fading away due to his inability to concentrate.

He was sure that if he hadn't timed the runes to blow after he was a kilometer away they wouldn't have exploded.

And boy did those runes exploded.

Lorelei hadn't been wrong in her layout of load bearers either, even on his hunched position on the ground he saw the pillars exploding out wards and wrecking the surroundings as the ancient stone exploded and burned with the multitudes upon multitudes of seals he had placed upon it.

Then a bright white light seemed to shine at the center before his theoretical and highly experimental Hydrogen fission seal went off creating a small sun for the briefest of moments before dissipating leaving behind a burning field of white fire.

There and then Shirou decided, he should never use that particular runic combination inside a populated area, granted it was extremely localized the explosive would most likely leave the place barren and still for hundreds of years.

And before he could theorize any more ideas the very enticed Lorelei Barthomeloi next to him decided that his genes would make a worthy addition to the family and kissed him deeply.

Damn the fact he already had two girlfriends they would be no match for her.

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Finished 2/9/2012 9:54 PM if not posted at 10:00 it is because of .

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Late Night post Mk. III GOOOOOOO

Omake: Pairing 5: Live Free or Pair Harder.

Sakura… if I do this right people will be happy… if I do this wrong I'll get lynched…

Yay me.

…

Shirou, gave a grunt as he hefted the large bag onto the back of the large limousine, stretching leisurely after doing so.

"Ah! All done now Emiya?"

"Hai." Shirou nodded to his boss, tilting his hat just a little as he reached behind himself and closed the back of the limousine with practiced ease. "I'll meet the client at the terminal."

"Alright… but remember Emiya, this client is very influential with MBI, make sure not to botch this up." His boss growled testily, waggling a finger at him. The hilarity of the sight of the small man doing so was not lost upon Shirou, he was simply just used to enough to laugh out loud anymore. He gave a chuckle and a hurried "Hai." Before getting onto the driver's seat and setting his way to the private hangar, regularly he was given a cardboard box with the person's name on it just for laughs.

Shortly after his self-imposed exile in order to be saved from the Sealing Designation of the Clock Tower, he made his ways around the world, perfecting the more explosive applications of Runes that he had dabbled on while he was still in the Clock Tower while doing so.

He made quite a few enemies on his ways around the world but the fact that many of them were no longer walking or dead, with his use of explosives either one was a win in Shirou's mind, was a testament to his skill .

He was actually sure he'd be on the same level as Rin was during the Grail War if they put his Trace, Reinforce and Explosive and measured them in the same basket.

Granted he was sure a lot of magus were still far above her in power, he was still sure that he would be able to handle one or two enforcers in case of emergencies.

Maybe a team if he was well prepared and had an hour to rig his house before escaping into the sewers under his 'already-rigged' workshop that houses some notable experimental runes he was studying.

As he turned the corner, checking the GPS a few time with a few taps to make sure he was at the correct tarmac, it was definitely much more useful that him having to walk outside like an idiot for the tarmac's nonexistent signs.

Much had changed since the last two years he arrived, he believed that he was on par with technology as with any Japanese should be.

Meaning he currently knows 300% more about anything regarding anything with a microprocessor inside it than anyone else in the Clock Tower.

He never even imagined that phones could be as useful as they were now.

On the other hand as he pulled up to the red-carpet and velvet rope that was right outside the entrance of the airplane he really couldn't help but think MBI was being utterly ridiculous in how they treating their stockholders.

He took a moment to fix his suit and fix his hat before unlatching the door, and heading into Shin Tokyo's frigid weather. Despite the fact that he liked the city and it's combination of high rises and Japanese suburbs he never liked the weather. At times it was warm and sunny, the next it was as if he was in San Francisco laying his first explosive traps to kill Dead Apostles with that crazy gray haired Burial agency member a year into his exile.

That woman really liked killing things, he was half tempted to lay some mines in her path just for the heck of it too, her likeness of killing was way too extreme for his taste.

Though he WAS forced to plant some fake seals around her to stop her from following him, so that night also counted as the first time he ever bluffed his way into actually winning something that mattered.

Shirou was sure escaping a vampire hunter with a murder fetish and with a keen interest in kidnapping was a life achievement in anyone's book.

Shirou paused a moment before unlatching the glove compartment, contemplating which pair of gloves to wear.

To anyone who didn't know what they were, they would've looked like identical white gloves.

Shirou on the hand knew one was his lethal explosive gloves, designed to place a very nasty combination of White Phosphorous and Hydrogen Explosives while the other was demolition gloves.

Which as their name suggested, was as plain to explosive power he could get.

It works to be always prepared anyways, so he wore one on one side while another on the other hand.

Left hand= explosion of nearby cars and small jet.

Right= Precise death.

Very easy to remember.

Shirou walked around the car onto the passenger entrance, just as the walk way lowered.

Then his mouth dropped, though he was sure that the reasons for his mouth dropping was far different from why the guard's, that MBI sent, jaws dropped.

She was taller than he remembered, probably because they were both 24 now and no longer in high school, and her figure in the dark red skirt and black blouse was very… eye catching.

Ahem.

Shirou's mind whirled at all the possibilities of this, but he disregarded the fact that Sakura walked fast and was promptly in front of him just as he surmised he should stay away from her.

"Shirou?" Sakura exclaimed in surprise making Shirou freeze, as he felt his anonymity practically wither and die by the second, this will be bad… "What are you doing here?"

Unable to formulate a response he simply mouthed "We'll talk in the car" and opened her door.

At his haste, however he was unable to see the flushed look on Sakura's face and the slight white tips that gathered on edges of her hair as he hurriedly closed the door and walked toward the driver's seat.

…

Run Shirou… run for your pelvis…. Run…

Also Misaki returns tomorrow.

…

Omake: Second Wing.

More serious chapter I guess… meet…Kaho.

…

It was a normal day, about a week after I my meeting with Homura when I decided to take a stroll with Akitsu and Misaki. As I had gathered they usually went around the city, Misaki basically parading Akitsu around to send many men to the hospital, while I was at my classes.

Though I was still pretty anonymous in the competition still, Homura's dramatic increase in power did not go unnoticed, the forum where I went to gather information was getting swamped with angered cries against Homura, and how he was thwarting many of the Ashikabi who wanted to 'get' more Sekirei.

Serves them right, at least I could already see the benefits of entering the competition right now, there were many less braggarts claiming they had large amount of Sekirei at their disposal and many more who were expressing concern for their own.

Any occasion where bullies getting their asses handed to them was a good occasion in my book. Above all else, those men were practically forcing women into falling into love with them and serving them.

At least Homura was living up to his promise, and with his strength I was sure that he would be able to incapacitate any of his enemies and help any of the unwinged to find their Ashikabi.

I suspected it would be a good 3 months before the second phase of the plan started and maybe a few more before the third, which will potentially span a few months itself.

Call my biological father anything you want, he's deranged, he may be crazy but he was a very effective planner not that I had anything to complain about the complexities of his plans, they were going to do what they were meant to do and if it went as he planned everyone will undoubtedly benefit from it.

Though I suspected my father was a cosplay enthusiast with all the costumes he had created for the Sekirei and the cape he wore himself.

Well at least I knew why archer wore such a borderline cosplay outfit himself, probably due to genetics and him getting more from Minaka than Takami…

It made far more sense than it had any right to, my father is a mad schemer who likes to talk in riddles and craft plans for 'the greater good' much like Archer had been, and my mother is a blunt, utterly unreasonable force of nature that enjoys beating the hell out of me whenever I endanger my safety in any way.

Yup Archer definitely received the shorter end of the gene stick.

There was a sudden tug on my pant leg and I looked down for a moment, looking at my daughter's outstretched hand before taking it into my own with a small smile.

"Papa! Look at Akitsu!" Misaki bubbled in English, causing Akitsu to deflate slightly, apparently she believed that she should be able to communicate to my daughter in English as well due to her mostly speaking in it in my presence.

It was slightly staggering to see the normally carefree ice-woman sit down and start cracking down on several English novels I had brought from England.

What staggered me more was though she was still unable to speak it she was already starting to make headway in reading and writing in English after a mere three weeks.

But I did look, and I was entirely sure that if I wasn't accustomed to how Misaki dressed Akitsu I would've chocked on my own tongue.

It could be very loosely described as a kimono, one that was far shorter than any kimono had any right to ever be, and were basically shoulder less, revealing quite a bit of cleavage seemingly only bound by the chains.

Yes, you heard correctly, Chains.

They were positioned at the front of her dress and went around her neck, in a style that definitely body her chest and signified her lack of bra.

"Chains?" I inquired with a raised eyebrow at Misaki expecting some sort of explanation, but surprisingly it was Akitsu who answered.

"Ah… I like them." She said with a nod and giving them a tug while Misaki gave a little giggle and latched her own had onto Akitsu's, making a triage of sorts between the three of us.

By the Root I fear for the souls of the men that we walk past this day, the implications of our little group was infinitely disconcerting.

It was a little later into out walk that we decided to stop by a café for something to snack on while walking back did the day get interesting.

They approached form the east, my nose picking them up first because Misaki was to interested in devouring the dango I had bought for her and its aromatic red bean soup to smell them before hand. She had yet to master and maintain a field of sense around her, though hers was about 3 yards larger than mine I was able to concentrate and maintain it effectively without qualm while she needed to concentrate to smell at the fringes of her radius.

The three smelled familiar, and it took me a moment to realize that they were the same scents that I smelt nearly a week ago.

Lighting and metal.

And they were heading towards us VERY fast.

My skills were limited in the city, especially since my primary weapons were a bit to explosive to use in populated areas, while my swords were undoubtedly going to be noticed far faster.

I was sure that law about carrying swords still carried in Japan anyways.

Reinforcement and Martial Arts it was then.

Just as when I had finished my thoughts the three landed a scant three meters away from us, a mere jumping distance away for even a regular human.

For a second Akitsu was surprised, but within the first few seconds a shield of ice was already forming around us and her ice spears forming be her sides.

But I was unsure of how accurate she was and since saving the unwinged wielding the spear was my priority for the moment I charged in headfirst.

…

Cliffy Bomb MK. II GOOOO.

…

Omake: Pairing 6: Pairing Royale

Miya! Miya! MIYA!

WITH MISAKI FOR MORE MIND SCREWING!

Alternate Timeline as with ALL my Pairing Omake!

'Looks at Lyco' ^_^ chill bro, I don't see you churning out 1000 word chunks to feed these rabid piranhas daily.

'At KingLugia' Ice is composed of water, composed of hydrogen and oxygen, it would make for burning steam while the fire burned continuously, they may also explode due to shattering before turning into super-heated steam.

You sir are far more devious than you think ;)

'At deppilf' How nice of you ^_^

…

"Mama!"

Those words made me freeze as I neared the dining room in Izumo Inn where Akitsu and Misaki stayed with Homura while I was at my classes.

By the Root did Rin find me already!? I need to hide Homura! Even though he's practically female by all accounts now, I don't think I can withstand the teasing that would follow, when she finds out that she was originally a man!

"Ara?" a very familiar voice squeaked, along with the exclamations of surprise from Matsu and Homura.

"Ah! Ashikabi-sama! You're quite early toda-" Kaho exclaimed before my hand darted out and clasped around her mouth. As with her inquiring nature she tilted her head off to the side while I held up a finger up to my lips and pointed at the dining room sliding door, where numerous voices were starting to emanate from.

Surprisingly quick at grasping what I was talking about she gave a small giggle and a nod before talking my hand off her mouth and standing by my side as we both listened in on the ongoing conversation.

"Ah!" someone who I was sure was Matsu exclaimed, I could almost visualize the perverted hacker pushing up her glasses to make that odd gleam in her glasses. "It seems our unflappable, landlady has been smitten by the lonely father and seeks his heart through his child first!"

Yep, definitely Matsu and with that I leaned on the sliding door with a slight smile and motioned Kaho lean by me as well, which she did so with a slight bemused smile.

It wasn't everyday you were able to listen to the inhabitants of the house without being caught in the crossfire anyways, and this particular conversation would feature Miya on a hilarious situation.

I had no doubts in my minds Misaki was sitting on either Homura's or Akitsu's lap nibbling away on a foodstuff while she listened in as well.

She was much more devious than my flock and most of the Inn's inhabitants gave her credit for.

"My, my Miya." Uzume interrupted with glee, probably capitalizing upon Miya's undoubtedly shaken composure due to being called a mother. "All that talk about Sahashi's nature as a pent up beast, bent on ravaging all the beautiful women around him and now it's revealed that it's just one of your fantasies!"

As Kaho gained a steady blush I had to clear my own throat quietly, at Uzume's blatant declaration, to hide my slight blush as well as clear my head to listen in some more.

That girl really needed a large dose of self control sometimes. Though I am sometimes confused whether or not she had any.

…most probably not though.

"I-I'm not trying to get to Shirou through Misaki!" Miya declared, and the slight change in atmosphere just about told me that she was about to pull out the masks and I was readying myself to interrupt before Misaki experienced any more of that particular brand of horror.

Miya and I made a deal, she didn't pull out the masks and I didn't start bringing dinner from my house and start claiming the Inn's expansive kitchen.

She knew quite well that my expertise in the culinary arts for Japanese cooking rivaled hers, but her skill held not a candle to my English cooking style, which I had scrapped together for six years while living with a king and a wealthy noble woman.

Surprisingly however, Matsu seemed to interject before the masks could awaken.

"Fu, fu, fu!" Matsu giggled, and I was sure Akitsu and Homura's heads were turning in sync once more as if watching a sudden shift in a tennis match. The atmosphere of the masks also seemed to dissipate as well. "That sound suspiciously exact, Miya-tan! Are you sure you don't harbor any feelings for Minato-kun?"

Had I noticed that Kaho was steadily getting closer to me while they spoke, I would've been able to stop myself from falling, but that was not the case and we both fell over, her (unsurprisingly) over myself.

The tatami made a dull 'thud' once we fell and the conversation ended and there was a rush to open the door.

Unsurprisingly a rather red-faced Miya opened the sliding door first, took a good look at us and stepped to side as if to leave the door open for us to enter.

Her actions, though quite traditional of any Japanese woman also opened me and Kaho in our 'position' on the floor.

This was getting too damned awkward.

"Sahashi-kun," Miya worded carefully, stopping both me and Kaho from getting up as we sensed the familiar feeling of Miya's dreadful technique start, even with her blushing cheeks it was still quite horrifying

"Wait-" I tried to protest, as darkness seemed to gather behind the Miko-clad Sekirei and the clanking of wooden sandals seemed to emanated from everywhere and nowhere.

I reflexively attempted to close my eyes and found out that I couldn't as she was unmistakably staring right at me like a demon.

I decided the higher course of action and pressed Kaho's head against my chest, just so that she doesn't have a piece of her kind soul taken awa-

"Lewd acts are Forbidden in Izumo Inn!"

Meep.

…

Omake: Fighting.

Here comes a fight scene…

…

The effects of reinforcement surprise a lot of people, mainly due to the exponential growth in power that it creates when activated.

Muscles are strengthened, the small imperfections in bones are filled in and covered by Od strengthening them to the strength of high tensile steel.

That was of course for the normal Magus, it was quite different for me.

I reinforced my skin and clothes, turning them into practical armor. My eyes and nerves received large amounts of power, accelerating my response times beyond what my fellows are capable of.

Sadly, it was one of the only one of my powers that would even allow me to fight on the same parallel as the others who were trained in finding and killing those who were going to be sent out to fight and capture me.

These Sekirei however, were not even close to that level of combative prowess. They had strength, that was sure, but there was no skill behind their punches and the use of their power.

As I neared the battle, I sent my mind adrift analyzing the surroundings, factoring the trees and rock formations taking in the position of the sun should I need their attacks to be diverted. A split second analyzing would've been impossible for most magus, especially during battle but my ability to 'scan' was something I had born with.

It mattered not if it was sword, equipment or the land itself, I knew what exactly I would face.

My glance at the 'twin' Sekirei analyzed their posture and it when it came up as twisted my feet to land feet first between the two, their powers must be connected deeply if they needed to be at such close proximity, an easy enough guess, and should it be wrong I would still be able to incapacitate them far faster than landing between them and the other Sekirei.

As I touched neared ground I met the eyes of the Sekirei I was helping and was surprised to find steel in them, and a resolve that only usually see through a mirror. It seemed as if time slowed and her eyes began to tell me a story but it didn't but somehow I knew she and I were closer than I could imagine.

It was mildly frightening to see, even more frightening was the bladed spear which she was swinging to cleave the two in half.

The two leapt up in synch and, much to their surprise, with a hand on each of their shoulders as I fell in between them, brought them right back down as the spear's arc ended.

Their fast responses were… shocking.

Literally, I felt a large volt of electricity pass through me as we touched the ground, passing through my arms and had I not been rubber sneakers I would've been stunned for a second.

But I wasn't.

As my feet touched the ground I spread them apart, stepping into one of the Sekirei's footing with my foot and ankle in front of her.

The martial arts throws that I practice are an entirely different kind of throw when compared to that of the over hand of the karate. It also happened to be impossible for a normal person, and I was only able to do so because of my reinforcement. As I brought my leg backward to make her lose balance I retracted my hand on her shoulder , making her fall on my knee.

Then I spun her with a the directed force of my knee going up.

As she spun I let go of her sister's shoulder and as my eye's slowed the speed of how fast the girl was spinning I grasped the neckline of their costume with both my hands and launched her into her sister.

The two landed in a tangled heap, unharmed but winded, one because her sister's back knocked it out her and the other due to my own courtesy.

As they struggled I smoothed myself into a regular martial arts stance, feet one in front of the other pointed at the two with both hands in front of me, one parallel to the other but slightly far more extended.

It was partly because of I wanted to get their attention as well, with the ingraining of battle rituals by MBI most Sekirei would-

"Who the heck are you!" the one under her twin shouted at me.

…ask for their opponents names.

My father and mother had way too much time on their hands, I should plan a vacation for them one day.

"A passerby with good intentions," I quipped snidely, catching Misaki clamber up onto Akitsu's shoulder and wave her hands excitedly at me as to cheer for me.

Wow that felt good.

I turned my face to get a better a view at my rescue and promptly felt a dash angered.

The woman was dead on her feet, I doubted anyone would miss her swaying and slight pale. Her clothes were strangely immaculate, as with her skin and hair, which was adorned my a simply yet ornate band as it fell off her shoulders. Her clothes were definitely odd for a Sekirei, mainly because it was much more modest than what I have normally seen an actual Shrine Maiden outfit without the added (or as some may say retracted) features such as the shorter skirt and larger bust line.

The need to buy my parents a vacation and kick them out of the city was rising faster and faster as I thought.

"Are you alright?" I asked softly, and the woman nodded and her posture changed infinitesimally, but I was sure she was preparing herself to fight once more, I shook my head and nudged it to where Akitsu was standing, getting both of the parties attention.

The ice shields and the floating daggers were quite the eye catcher after all, as was Akitsu's outfit which was hard not to see.

I was happy to see that Misaki was out of the scene as well, she knew me so well.

"You two," I directed at the suddenly frightened lightning twins, " get out of here!"

They were more than happy to comply, leaving only the four of us in the park.

Then I heard a very deep rumble and glanced at the woman standing next to me.

Then to Misaki and Akitsu.

There was nowhere near enough food in the estate to feed the three bottomless pits, and if anything the woman would probably eat as much as Akitsu did when we first found her.

So there was only one option left…

I gave a sigh as I pulled out my phone and wondered if Homura could bring a lot of take-out.

…

LATE NIGHT POST MARK III GOOOOOOOO

Omake: Pairing 6: Pair Another Day

Medusa… I re-watched the entire heavens feel for this! :O

…

Shirou settled into the small pillow with a sigh of contentment, keeping himself alert as he watched his flock bicker about themselves as they reached for the plethora he and Miya had prepared. Only when most of the food was gone did he give the resigned sigh for them to finally ask their questions about his past.

Of course Matsu was the first to ask.

She was also the first to get hit with the Ladle Of War, courtesy of Miya as her first question had been about his two lover's three sizes.

The girl would never learn, and Shirou knew that he would never tell, such was the ways of life in the household.

With the ice broken Miya decided to ask second, though it was technically the first.

"Ara," The Landlady began with her customary question beginning. "So what were the names of the unfortunate objects of your desire Emiya-kun?"

Shirou grimaced the implications of her words for a moment before answering.

"Rin and Rider."

Honestly, the way she kept building upon the fact he was lustrous monster, barely keeping his desires in check denoted something about her.

Shirou just wasn't sure what.

"Ah!" Musubi exclaimed, punching one fist into another, "They sound strong!"

"They are," Shirou agreed with a nod while taking a small sip of tea."Much more than I am."

That brought silence at the dinner table.

"They're stronger than you?" Homura half-whispered, half exclaimed.

"Not by much," Shirou assured the fire Sekirei with a grin, "In their own ways they outclass me completely, it's only because I'm abnormal in my combat skills that I can say that too."

Then as the silence continued Kuusano tugged on Shirou's shirt inquiringly, drawing his attention.

"Which one did you like better?" Kuusano asked cutely from my lap.

The silence shattered into tiny infinitesimal pieces as Shirou froze at the question quite visibly.

One could've said that as the room exploded into a contention of voices that Shirou seemed to become a statue that stared into the distance, even as Kuusano proceeded to poke the side of his face.

Shirou opened his mouth and the room became deathly silent once again.

Then he closed it and clamor ensued once more.

Then he opened it again.

Silence.

Then he closed it.

Clamor.

It wasn't a very effective after dinner talk at the Izumo Inn that day, and his flock all agreed that the next day that they shouldn't ask that question, since it seemed quite unfair to his previous relationship without the bonds he had with his Sekirei.

But he really couldn't help but think about as he tinkered with his gloves inside his shack, Akitsu just a few meters away dutifully creating ice and funneling it into the molecular separator he had jury rigged from a toaster and his old pair of gloves.

It was safe to say Higa wouldn't notice his new insulation until it was Far Too Late.

Rin was his old friend and what the pain they shared while they had to battle against Caster was more than enough cement for their relationship. It was relationship forged through trials and hardship and they could trust each other to the ends of the world need it be.

Rider was a different story.

She saved his life that night in the shack, and cemented their lives together with her first words.

"Are you my master?"

They fought against Berserker together, even though they only survived through Illya's good graces.

They destroyed the abominable creation that Shinji had created to suffuse power into his servant who was killed by Caster's master, running far too low on Od to put on a fight.

The first separation that almost killed them both, due to Caster manipulations

His final fight with Gilgamesh alone, where he was only able to defeat the King of Heroes with a Prana Exchange ritual that Rider heartily did not approve of and made an actually effort to voice it.

And that glorious day when he woke up after the battle, and looked up into her eyes once more with Rin smirking smugly in the corner.

He wasn't really sure if he say his answer out loud.

…

Feels a bit touchy-feely no?

A bit short due the fact I only had an hour today….

…

Omake: Plans Set Into Motion.

Character Building Hooray! Everyone knows that's important for a basically unknown character!

Captain Obvious Away!

…

If relaxation was a state of mind, I was sure that it only came to me when I cooked or attended to housework. Keeping my large home in order was truly a daunting task, even for an experienced veteran of the Taiga, as I was and therefore provided me with much relaxation as I made sure the house was impeccable as always.

Taking a moment to admire my work, the fully cleaned residential wing of the house, I set out to check on my new Sekirei, who had also set herself to cleaning the living room and the study.

It was surprising to find that she seemed very knowledgeable in how to clean, though the way she took to everything as a battle I was less surprised than I normally would've been, had I not learned of it beforehand.

As Homura was my only other Sekirei, the times in which I compared the two brought stark differences into light.

Kaho was a melee oriented Sekirei, much like many of her kind, but much more adept at using her Yari than most of the other weapon users that I had seen.

Something I had learned when I had sparred against her in combat when she asked me to fight her after getting fed.

Homura, who was present at the time, became far more worried about me than I thought would be possible for the ex-host, objecting to the entire battle entirely and attempting to take the spear-user away.

I later learned that while I was unable to see the signs of Kaho's reactions Homura and Akitsu were very much able to do so.

I, of course, in my obliviousness agreed to do so with gusto, more than happy to clash blades under the completely impartial gaze of my daughter's Sekirei, who was much less likely to burn Kaho to ashes should have I been even scratched.

The fight had been fast, and I was sure that Kaho, though full, was still quite tired.

But it did give me a glimpse of her species power, or more accurately, the NORMAL powers of the species the kind of power that came from their species inherent strength and power that most of those who used the element, such as Homura, did not exhibit much to my mother's confusion.

The first three of her strikes were faster than I could've believed possible form a non-reinforced person, and I had been hard pressed to dodge them all.

The next dozen was much faster and they all seemed to blur into a spiked circular wall that threatened to both crush and impale me.

It would've been insane to fight her on even ground, I had discovered that moment, and slid under the thrusts of her weapon before grabbing the hand that propelled her spear, allowing me to see how she was able to do such a thing.

One hand, on the end of the spear, the middle on the crook of her elbow.

Ingenious, Lancer would've been proud of how his weapon style was being used by her.

Then she kissed me, and wings of light spread from all around her before she whispered, "Forever and ever."

At least I was able to get some time to video chat with my father afterwards though.

As Kaho fidgeted with the broom I handed her as I inspected the room I very deliberately shook my head and saw the Sekirei wilt a bit.

"Ashikabi-sama," Kaho bowed her head slightly, "I shall clean this once more, and make sure that-"

"Nonsense," I huffed a bit more petulantly than I wanted to express, "The place is cleaner than when I called the company to clean it the day Misaki and I moved in. You did a very good job, Kaho."

I really wasn't sure what to do when the girl gave me a smile that I was sure seemed to shine, and I was momentarily floored at the thought of the fact that I had basically tied this girl to myself with the Winging Ritual.

Much like all the other Sekirei women, Kaho was quite buxom, though not to the extremes that I have seen among the Sekirei time to time, but it was hidden by her full length Shrine maiden outfit. She seemed to be the epitome of her species yet also it's crux. She was battle-ready and strived for victory above all else, but she was neither fully composed as Homura or as easily led to outbursts as that lightning user I had saved her from weeks back.

She also seemed to display an innate tendency to keep Misaki in check as Saber always did, though it seemed to tense the relations between her and Akitsu for a while when Misaki began to become slightly more conservative and less prone to acting out with Kaho's presence the tension had disappeared between the two.

Homura was another matter entirely though and seemed both happy and annoyed at her being winged by me and with his job, his living place, and his constant vigil for the unwinged Sekirei I had yet to see him after Kaho's winging weeks ago.

It worried me slightly, and I didn't like being worried.

As I walked to my study, with Kaho following diligently after putting her broom in the supply closet, I knew exactly what to do to assuage my thoughts about my first Sekirei.

It's about time I visited the Inn he lived in, I was quite sure it was called Izumo Inn, and if Homura's talks about the place being safe I could coddle Akitsu and Misaki into staying there as I scouted the city and planted my tracking runes onto the Sekirei I find.

It might take months, of course, but I was sure that I could do it, and even with the protection of the bounded field the fact that Kaho had been able to engage me in combat while in my grounds I was quite sure that Sekirei were in no way affected by my boundary fields, making me and Misaki a 'normal' target for any Ashikabi and his wing of Sekirei, which was entirely unacceptable in my view.

Misaki needed to be kept safe, above all else.

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Medusa and Medea or Archerko?! Make up your minds people or my ninja's will get you!

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Omake: Pairing 7: From Russia with Pairing

If this keeps up I'll have to look for a new action franchises! Die Hard and 007 can only go so far!

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My chest hurt, and where the spear pierced my chest sent pain through my entire body. I ran on adrenaline alone, my muscles were torn ages ago from my futile attempts to reinforce them faster than I possibly could've went. A shed neared the edge of my vision, and in my crazed state of mind I thought that could save me.

No such luck, the man found me and his spear was ready for a thrust when the impossible happened.

There was a bright flash of light and there was a sensation of burning on my arm that I was barely able to perceive. Barely moment after the light dimmed blades flew from the source of the light and struck the blue-clad spear wielder sending him flying through the side of the shed.

When the light faded she was revealed, clad in a long coat and skirt that looked as if they were dyed in blood. Even from my position I suspected I was taller than her, as the blades that she held in both her hands were touching the ground ever so slightly, I believed they wouldn't have in my own hands.

She walked- no prowled towards me and squatted down to meet me at eye level, her black blade resting it's tip on the edge of my neck.

"I ask of you are you my master?" she purred, and I was sure that whatever I got myself into was beyond whatever I could ever have imagined.

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As I sat languidly in my homeroom class I looked around for my teacher, and as the bell rang I was surprised to see the principal enter.

Naturally, with the supreme authority of the school entering the room, the class burst into hysterics with denials flying everywhere many countering out one after the other in quick succession and many of my classmates hysterically pointing at one another and calling each other liars whenever an excuse countered one another.

I almost wished that Tohaska was present if only for her to be openly aggravated to the point she would be physically restraining herself from hurting the class. When she came and 'benevolently' 'saved' me and my servant yesterday with her 'superior' Saber while my servant was practically kicking arse , left a bad enough taste in my mouth that I wished some sort of comeback at her.

Archer, or as she preferred to be called Archerko, is an absolute terror on the battlefield, her ability to trace made my own skills look like utter crapshoot.

Then she made a me snack when I got home.

I have no idea what I did to summon someone so amazing but I hope that I would be able to do at again.

(The author stops for a moment, taking out a pocket watch then nodding to himself as he knows a Shirou from another dimension must've helped someone before resuming writing.)

As the class suddenly became silent I slowly brought my attention back into the world, as the principal called someone in.

My jaw was not the only one to drop.

Though I got the main gist of the speech about the woman being sensei's cousin who needed a job I honestly did not believe this woman should be teaching underage boys.

Judging by the way Shinji was covering his nose, he believed that fact quite fervently as well.

As I picked up my jaw, I took a closer moment to analyze the new teacher.

She was clad in a smart business outfit, wearing leggings that went underneath her slightly short yet still modest black skirt. She wore a seemingly masculine black business coat that was probably designed for a very, very thin young man with a white button-up underneath and a red tie.

"Ah," she blushed lightly, her fair face turning into a reddish hue, as the principal motioned for her to introduce herself. She pushed up her glasses for a moment before straightening her loose ponytail over her shoulder inadvertently making her chest push out enough for Shinji's eyes' to widen and for him to faint from blood loss.

"My name is Medea," she bowed, obviously uncomfortable in doing so, depicting her status as a foreigner. "Please take care of me, this is my first time."

The classroom than exploded with blood from the boys noses and quite a few girls as well, their arms scrunched into their sides and their finger twitching at the air while their noses bled openly

I was feeling rather faint myself, truth be told.

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"Hurry!" Archerko, yelled as she and I sped towards the school the sky seemingly turning more and more red as we came closer and closer.

Even though I panted from my excessive use of Reinforcement, the lithe woman in front of me was still much faster as she leapt from tree to tree above me-

My nose nearly exploded in blood as a blush exploded on my face at the inadvertent flashing my servant gave me even as we ran to confront an enemy.

She really needed to stop doing that, sometimes I was sure that she was doing it on purpose to.

Ha! As if.

Archerko barged through the window on top floor and as I followed I was suddenly stopped by servant long enough for my eyes to take in what I was seeing.

My new teacher being openly kissed by another female as she clutched a knife in her hand with Shinji clutching at his bleeding crotch in the corner.

Quite possibly the most awkward faux passé that I ever imagined to be in whilst charging into battle.

As the tall, scantily clad woman withdrew from my teacher' face she gave a small gasp that sent my face aflame and I had to look to the side as my teacher began to openly pant.

It took me a moment to do so but as Shinji attempted to crawl away in failure due to the long haired woman, I managed to ask the question that I knew was going through my own servant's head.

"What exactly is going on here?"

The blush that spread through my teachers face was quite possibly the reddest I've ever seen someone become, and as she stuttered to talk the other woman gave me an inspection that seemed to rile Archerko enough to trace multiple blades in the air.

The woman took the blades in stride, before giving me the kiss of a lifetime.

There was another burning sensation on my arms just as Rin and her Servant burst through the door.

"As my master is far from my reach at the moment, Shirou Emiya, you will suffice until I can rescue her."

Rin also seemed to shout "Oh, COME ON!" in the background while she spoke.

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Looks like To-Love-Ru came through after all…

Who wants this into it's own series?

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Omake: House of Horrors.

Sage's Inner Side: MiyaXShirou MiyaXShirou MiyaXShirou MiyaXShirou…

'Author blinks at his blatant thoughts/writing'

Sage's Inner Side: Please?

Sage's Face: ._.

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I finished setting the bento box, placing the final piece of beef stew within its paper container, right next to the rice and above the steamed vegetables that I had prepared beforehand.

I gave a smile of pride at the finished bento for a moment, knowing that it was truly the epitome of what a bento could possibly be with the limited ingredients that I kept on hand.

With that smile firmly in place I covered it just as Kaho's hand neared the food, studiously ignoring the pout that formed on my Sekirei's face, by the leaps and bounds in progress it was making towards breaking my iron will I was sure that she truly was getting along with Misaki, and, like Saber, is using the deadly arsenal to further enlarge the amount of food that entered her belly.

I had few doubts that in a month Kaho would have mastered it as Saber had and I would've willingly given her the entire bento to eat on the way to Homura's living place.

It would be a month before that happens though, so I will be able to keep my assistant in the kitchen for a while longer before I would be forced to break out the runic lock Rin had developed to keep Saber from eating us out of house and home.

It wouldn't even need any adjustments too, the lock is designed to not bend under even the greatest physical pressure and I had taken quite a few liberties with my version of the lock, in order to keep Sekirei out as well.

I quickly wrapped the stack of five bentos in a large piece of cloth, as per traditional custom and handed it to Kaho who was already holding the first stack of five in one hand.

"Misaki! Akitsu!" I yelled, as I discarded my apron and folded it diligently "Time to go!"

"We're coming, Papa!" Misaki shouted back, her feet making audible noise above me, "I'm making sure that Akitsu is decent!"

The end of the sentence made me feel both calm and apprehensive, with my daughter it could to things.

She could be making sure her forgetful Sekirei was wearing panties.

Or she could be dressing the Sekirei in something that cause more blood loss than she normally does.

Or she could be doing both, I had absolutely no idea what my daughter planned, and I was quite happy to be clueless until I had to intervene on some poor man or woman's behalf.

When Akitsu walked down the steps clad in a sweater that barely touched her stomach and went around her shoulders while wearing denim shorts that were practically panties, I knew there was going to be a lot of work cut out for me once we leave the house.

I hope that place was close.

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I gave a small frown as we entered the radius of my marker, it had been weeks ago since the night I had met with that Miko and sure enough the marker I had placed on that can of smoked fish was pulsing dimly somewhere in the vicinity.

When Homura opened the gate to where he lived, I was just about to choke him to death.

He lived WITH the one creature I didn't want to even be near in the entire city!

He wasn't very surprised at my appearance, though he was a bit thrown off at the sight of Akitsu as were many of the innocent bystanders that we had walked by earlier.

At least he didn't walk into a pole.

"We brought dinner," I motioned to Kaho who lifted both tall stacks of bentos with a big smile. "I hope you told your landlady not to cook anything big." I added, "I made enough food for 10 people, just in case."

Homura blinked owlishly for a moment, numbers undoubtedly going through his head as he calculated.

"That's exactly how many you need!" Homura exclaimed, in surprise.

"More the reason not to let it get any colder eh?" I replied with a smile, heading through the door as Homura opened it wide enough for us to enter. I was surprised at the shoe rack to the side, before depositing my footwear and going with my socks as to not dirty the house.

If that woman lived here I was undoubtedly sure that she would be the landlady, she carried that slightly dignified air someone always had when people owned a large piece of land when I met her.

Homura popped up beside my side, he looked quite more waifish that usual, almost seeming as if he had significantly slimmed down. He also seemed to be leaving the buttons near his neck and his waist unattended.

How exactly I did not notice that before, I shall never know.

"The dining room is this way," he motioned towards the sliding door at the end of the hallway to the right. "Uzume is getting pretty antsy so she might act out a bit, but you should just ignore her." He added.

"A fellow tenant?" I queried with slight curiosity, I was sure that Uzume was one of the names of one of the many Sekirei in the city. "A Sekirei?"

Homura nodded twice, studiously keeping his eyes away from my own for some odd reason, the host was slightly shorter than me, about at my chin's height, so I was sure that I could've been an accident.

"Well, let's not waste any time then!" I cheered half heartedly with a chuckle, "The food awaits!"

"Food!" Misaki cheered clinging to one of Akitsu's nearly bare legs as she pumped one hand in the air. Homura gave a nod towards the group and opened the door, and as I let my group pass inside the house I was glad that I had applied that seal to prevent Misaki from smelling Sekirei weeks ago, around the time Akitsu came to our life Misaki was constantly sneezing and when I found out it was because of Akitsu's presence I decided to nullify her sense of smell for the time being.

My daughter getting a sniff of death and agony was not high on my priority list.

Just as I was about to enter the room I felt Homura grasp my arm suddenly and I caught his eyes.

"We need to talk after this, Shirou." He whispered dryly, "there are things about me you should… know."

I gave a nod, and he let me enter the chaos.

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