Chapter 2

His fantasy controls reality. Those words echoed in side Kiritsugu's head. Did the boy possess True Magic, was this boy a sorcerer? No Zelrecth would have said if that was the case. He was trying to wrap his mind around the fact that a human, a boy no less, could posses that type of power, a power that was on the same level of divine spirit's power of Authority. Sure he had heard of Merem Solomon and his abilities to create Divine Beast - Class creatures from his imagination but he was a planet terminal, an extension of Gaia but this boy clearly wasn't and yet he had such tremendous power.

But looking around, taking in the sight of nature in the place that should be bare white walls and a disinfected room was all the proof he needed to know it was real. He could literally feel a soft summer breeze ruffling his hair and see the wind pushing the flowers from side to side. Hell, he could even smell all the different species of flowers in the clearing. It was an incredible sight, even more so that this area before him had been conjured up by the mind of a human child. Suddenly a memory came to him.

'...not only that the consumer himself will be forever changed, sublimating him into an existence beyond mortal humans...'

Those words. The words of the servant Archer that had survived beyond the destruction of the Holy Grail, is this what he meant. His eyes focused on the boy lying in an ordinary hospital bed, Zelretch had moved to his side and appeared to be performing some kind of test. He didn't seem very concerned about someone having that kind of power, a kid no less. Nor did he seem to concerned about the actual boy, even after admitting he was responsible for his relocation to Fuyuki City and everything that had happened after as a result.

Walking through the field of flowers Kiritsugu's eyes remained attached to the face of the sleeping boy. There was something about this boy that pulled on his heart, the same way his own daughter Illyasviel did. After hearing about how he had been treated he only wanted to help the boy, but now looking at his prone form he wanted to do more for him than that. But even then when he looked at the boy he couldn't help but feel he was different to him, that he didn't belong here.

"Zelretch," Kiritsugu suddenly spoke. " When will the boy wake up?"

"Any moment really, could be a minute, could be ten, it could even be an hour or more, it's entirely up to him."

"Then tell me more about him." It wasn't a question, it was a demand plain and simple but the tone of Kiritsugu's voice was daring the Wizard Marshall to disobey his order.

Raising an eyebrow in response he thought for a second be fore replying. "I assume you want to know more of his background?" Kiritsugu nodded. "Well seeing as your so curious then first thing you should know is he isn't from this universe, in fact he comes from one that is quite different from our own, at least on the magic side of things any way, there age of gods has not fully ended, and there world is still littered with magical creatures of all different classes. The magic of his world is also different, they are born with there own magical core that is weak in size and strength but will continually grow throughout there lives but they have all come to rely on using some kind of focus to use it properly, usually a wand, in the past they used staffs. Now as for the boy I do know his name but I won't tell you," Kiritsugu was about to interrupt and demand the kids name before Zelretch carried on. "Ask him your self when he wakes up, if he doesn't remember then give him a new one your self, I have already told you of his home life but I cant be to sure as to the fate of his biological parents." A lie, Zelretch knew full well what had happened to his parents, in fact he knew nearly everything about the boy, he just thought that for now he should keep it to him self, at least for now.

"How did he cross the void between Universes?"

"He didn't, he was sent after asking."

Kiritsugu looked at him disbelievingly. "Your telling me a child no older than six asked to be sent to another universe and what, you just tossed him through out of the goodness of your own heart? I don't buy it Zelrecth. Tell me the truth."

"I didn't say I did it, and I don't exactly know the kids exact wording but he most likely asked to leave his home for any where else, the Being in question however was not human but an entity called Truth. You wouldn't know it with you not being a master alchemist but that name is mostly only known by true master Alchemists as IT is an entity that directly deals with those that change the universe but intrude into gods domain, Human Alchemists."

Kiritsugu sighed. "Fine. Is there anything else I should know that you can tell me about?"

"Hmm, Lets see," Zelretch tapped a finger to his chin. "We know he's from a different universe, his parents unknown, he lives with assumed relatives, he's been living the life of a slave, has lots of magic and has reality warping powers. Yep we've covered everything."

"What more can you tell me of the boy's power?" While he was still a little surprised that the boy came from a different universe it did answer the question as to why the boy had started off with a magical core, but he was still incredibly curious about what the boy could do, and as ashamed as he was for thinking it, would this boy be a threat.

"Not yet, before I answer that I need my own question answered first, I have a theory on what happened but I need you to fill in the details first. So tell me, what exactly happened to the kid that day."

Kiritsugu thought back to that day, it had been a nightmare. So many people had died throughout the war and in it's final moments hundreds more died too. It disgusted him to think that the entire thing was orchestrated just for the selfish desires of magic users, yet it was always non magical people who ended up suffering for a magus's greed. His eyes closed as he remembered back to that day. "At the end of the war I had won but instead of making a wish I had given saber the order to destroy the Holy Grail instead, somehow it had been corrupted in one of the last wars, no matter the wish it would have only ended in death and destruction, I had hoped that by destroying it I could avoid that eventual outcome, however it's final act for my refusal was to release whatever was corrupting it into the world. After that there was nothing but continuous screaming, by the time I had made my way outside, I could no longer hear the screaming, there was only the fire, I tried to help but there was no-one to help.

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'A dark haired man made his way through the burning wreckage of a city district looking left and wright without stopping, hoping to see at least one survivor, yet wherever he looked there where only corpses. Even though he knew there would be no survivors he continued to keep looking through the wreckage for anyone he could help. He could no longer hear the screams of the dieing, now there was only the sound of burning buildings and collapsing homes.'

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"I continued to search for survivors but it appeared I had taken too long, there where only corpses left until I sensed a magical presence moving through the street close to me, I thought it was a magus who survived and I planned on rectifying that.'

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'Suddenly the dark haired man froze at the feeling of a presence moving close by, one that he recognized- magic. Some magus had survived no doubt while all these other people died and was probable combing through their corpses for suitable subjects to experiment on. Drawing a gun from his belt the dark haired man had decided to change that fact and started running towards the direction of the magus. Turning a corner he saw him but it was no magus, in front of the armed dark haired man was a dazed child that couldn't be more than five.'

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"You can imagine my surprise when instead of coming across a magus I found myself face to face to a small scared child. I was... shocked, surprised. Where others had died he had lived, and I froze, trying to understand how such a small child had lived when no one else had. It was because of my freezing, I stopped paying attention to my surroundings, and because of me the boy suffered for it.'

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'Stunned upon seeing a living survivor, a child no less he was unable to act in time as burning black sludge fell from the hole above and before horrified eyes consumed the child's entire body. The dark haired man didn't hesitate, he dropped his gun and as fast as he could moved forward and plunged his hands into the burning black substance and pulled the child out. It was only through his past experiences that he didn't throw up at seeing the boy's body. With the exception of his face all of his skin and parts of muscle had melted off completely, even worse in Kiritsugu's opinion was the child was not only conscious but completely aware of what was going on. It only took a moment for an idea to form before he was removing a glowing Something from his own chest and the placing it inside the child's.

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"The noble phantasm Avalon, the sheath of King Arthur. I still had it with me so I used it's healing abilities and placed it within the boy. It wasn't a representation created by the holy grail either, it was the actual artifact of King Arthur. I had used it as the catalyst to summon Saber. I used it myself when I was fighting that damn priest so I knew what it was capable of. And it worked. The kid started to heal right before my eyes, the most serious of his injuries had healed. That's when HE came, somehow he had survived the destruction of the grail."

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'Seeing the child healing before his eyes he knew that he had saved at least one person from death. The dark haired man was smiling down at the child and didn't react in time to avoid a weapon that had been launched at high speed and piercing his stomach. The man coughed up a glob of blood as the weapon dissolved into golden particles. Turning around the man spotted his attacker and a familiar one to him, spiky golden hair, crimson eyes and an aura of power and arrogance. The Servant Archer that Tohsaka Tokiomi had summoned. "How. How are you still here."

"Mongrel, does your insolence no-no bounds. First you force your way into matters concerning Saber and I when your interference was neither requested nor wanted and now you have the audacity to question me, your King. You are but trash beneath my feet, a worm crawling through muck waiting to be stepped on and crushed at my leisure. And what is this," pausing to look at the slowly healing child. "More trash? Do you truly believe a mongrel as weak as this runt could possible survive the corruption of the grail." Crimson red eyes moving from the child back to the Magus Killer piecing the bleeding man with a look of contempt.

"Please, don't touch him. Please..."

The golden haired man sneered. "And now you beg like a starved dog. You are truly trash to throw away what little pride you had left. And you do this why, for a runt that would die either way? It would be a mercy to kill him quickly, Even now whatever healing ability the runt has has already failed. Why should I not be merciful and end his miserable life?". He had noticed straight away that the child's healing had been slowing down and now it had stopped entirely.

The dark haired man struggled to speak though the blood pooling in his lungs. "Because he survived when no-one else did... because even now he fights to stay alive. He's holding on. Doesn't that at the very least deserve a chance." Kiritsugu stuttered, blood forcing its way up his throat and expelling itself through his mouth, nostrils, and ears.

The golden haired man didn't reply. Instead he stepped closer and looked into the defiant and desperate emerald eyes of the child. For a moment the golden haired man saw another image overlap the child, a man with forest green hair staring defiantly at those above him who demanded his death, only to concede to save his closest friend the same punishment before the image was gone. He shook his head, this child was nothing like his companion. He looked at the rest of the child and noticed the slight thrum of power coming from him, if he survived he would become powerful if he pushed himself. But this man had dared insult him and this child had looked upon him without his permission, he had the perfect punishment for both of these mongrels. He smiled a cruel smile, one that was full of malice. "Very well mongrel, I will give the child a chance no matter how small it is."

Without another word, the golden haired man reached into a golden ripple and withdrew a small silver container. "This mongrel is a substance so rare, so precious that even the gods hoarded this away from their own brethren. Ambrosia, also called Amrita, it is a nectar so scarce and valuable that even the gods sought it with fervor. A divine substance that is born from the breath of the planet, it does not heal the body but reconstructs it from its image within the soul, that eternal and indestructible blueprint of one's existence, with an immeasurable amount of mana. Not only that, it will change the consumer himself, sublimating him into an existence beyond human. In this manner, the ambrosia can treat any injury and even bestow immortality. Its purifying nature dispels any discoloration—the heavy curse within the mud cannot hope to match it. I am truly a generous king to give such a thing away."

And with that convoluted explanation for the contents of the jug-thing, he poured it into child's open mouth. The rosy-red fluid had the consistency of honey yet it was not cloyingly sweet. As it forced itself down child's throat, the child knew that even if he lived for a thousand more years, he would never taste something this delicious again in his life. It was truly the pinnacle of last meals, yet it was not something fit for a human. A moment later the child screamed in agonizing pain as his entire body exploded into liquid golden light.

"How unfortunate that ambrosia is only meant for the gods! Even I would probably be incinerated with that quantity of the divine nectar—and humans could not bear its touch at all! Now die by the instant cremation of your soul, you arrogant trash. To be killed so quickly instead of dying slowly from the cursed mud of the grail—this is the mercy of the King. Remember my name in your last moments mongrel. It is Gilgamesh, The King of Heroes and ruler of Uruk. This is your punishment, for your impudence and arrogance, your death and the total destruction of that child you have suddenly become so attached to." With his, parting words he dissolved into golden particles of light.

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Kiritsugu's eyes opened staring down at the face of the child who had survived the impossible before looking back to Zelretch. "After that I passed out, pain, blood loss and exhaustion had caught up to me. Next thing I know I had woken up here."

Zelretch rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Your sure he said Ambrosia?"

"Yes."

Zelretch gave a small nod. "That would explain a lot, especially why an elixir could have such power. The elixir should consider everything that is human is flawed, including humans themselves, I think the boy survived the process of synthesis because of Avalon. it acted as a catalyst, now he is neither divine or fae, but something in-between, he can no longer be called a human, that for certain, perhaps Nephilim or maybe he should be he should be called a cambion, hybrid is just boring."

Kiritsugu for didn't know what he should think of that, completely ignoring Zelretch trying to give him a title. On one hand he had an abused innocent child with seemingly omnipotent abilities and on the other he had an abused God, Fairy, human hybrid who had only been hurt by humans. The fact that two of those things thought in such a way that no human could hope to understand them didn't make him feel any better. After all could he blame this broken child if he decided to hate humanity? No he wouldn't but he would still put him down with an Origin bullet no matter how much it would hurt emotionally.

Maybe the kid wouldn't be like that but he had seen what abused children grew to be like, a small few turned out better, determined not to be like those who abused them, some would turn out like any other person, not letting it get the better of them and putting it behind them. A small number would never get past it and would commit suicide, escaping the pain in the only way the could think to escape. But most would turn out just like there abusers 'like breeds like' was the saying after all and for an omnipotent kid it would be to dangerous. Kiritsugu sighed, he could think on it later, he could just want to be like any other child and if that was the case he'd help.

Kiritsugu turned back to Zelrecth. "I answered your question,now answer mine. What is he capable of."

Zelretch hummed in thought. "I can only extrapolate from what I have seen from others who also have this ability."

"Others? As far as I'm aware their is only Merem Solomon who can do something similar. And you said your self that this isn't a reality marble, he isn't using marble phantasm either, so unless you've been spending time with Divine spirits or Fae I don't see how you could know what he can possibly do." Kiritsugu wasn't usually like this with those who had saved his life, but something about Zelretch just rubbed him the wrong way.

"Your only half right. While I haven't met many Gods or Fairy's, I have met others who possess this ability, or at least variations. It just so happens that they exist in different universes. And just so you know I'm personal friends with four of them."

"Who are they?"

Zelrecth raised an amused eyebrow at the Magus Killers paranoia."What would it matter, you would not know them or even have heard of them. Suffice to say that in my travels I have met many interesting people with remarkable abilities. On rare occasions I have come across truly powerful individuals including people who can manipulate reality. To give you incite, in one universe I met a man who as a child created his own miniature universe, twice. The difference between the boy and them is they at least followed the laws of physics, this child does not. Through them I at least have a basis as to where I can start in helping the child master his unique power."

Kiritsugu sighed in resignation, he could let this go this once, they where in another universe. "Fine. Give me as much detail as you can at least."

Zelretch thought for a moment and as he was about to reply another thought crossed his mind. "Why are you so interested. I understand you wanting to see if he is at least okay, he was the only person you rescued after all but why do you want details about something you don't need to know?"

"Because you said your self he came from another universe, he has know one and if you think I'm going to let you raise him you're dead wrong. When he wakes up I'll give him the choice to let me adopt him or find him somewhere to live if he doesn't want to stay with me."

"Fair enough. In it's simplest term what he can do is warp reality, though that is severely understating his capabilities. This child is a being with untold potential and power. He is at his core able to mentally redefine the fabric of reality both rationally and irrationally to a seemingly infinite extent as long as he has the energy, imagination and knowledge. The down side is he can not only injure and harm those he cares about but he can and will kill him-self if he is not careful and all it would take is one wrong thought at the wrong time.'

"The safer of the two sides would be the rational side. This side of his power would allow him to freely customize any aspect of reality with extreme precision and control, however he would need intricate knowledge of physics, biology, chemistry, and geology. This ties in a lot with alchemy, you could say it is just much more advanced version with out the equivalent exchange. As long as he knows his stuff he can create, erase and rewrite anything he can see, and I mean only what is in his perception. If he can't see it in some way then theirs not much he can do, at least with this side of things.'

"Now the irrational side of his power is another matter entirely, this is where fantasy truly comes into play. The kid can manipulate the boundary between fantasy and reality; turning one into the other and blurring the border between them to the point that its nearly impossible to tell the two apart. He can literally bring anything into existence, including impossible things; no, especially impossible things, as the fantasies of humans care little about reality's limitations. In fact just look around you. The field you're currently standing in should be a five by five meter sterile room, instead its very space has been turned into a separate pocket dimension that is some how still connected to our own universe and is completely stable. This place even has a full day and night cycles and a weather pattern. Not to mention that most of the flora in this place doesn't even exist in any place other than hear, he has created something truly unique, even if that something is as simple as flowers. What impresses me most of all though, this entire place was created from his dream, nothing more.'

"However, just like the rational half, the irrational half of his power has a very large weakness. What he brings into existence is, ultimately fake. Due to this Gaia will remove them much quicker than conventional magecraft, the larger the creation the quicker it is noticed. But that isn't his true weakness, I said his fantasy affects anything, but only as long as he focuses on it, this includes his power affecting himself. This is why it is dangerous."

Kiritsugu thought for a moment, he couldn't quite tell why the child would be able to affect himself would be a weakness, if anything it would be a strength and voiced his thoughts. "Wouldn't been able to affect himself be a strength, like healing any damage he has sustained and making his skin indestructible or giving himself similar attributes?"

"In a way you're right, but also wrong. While he can indeed heal himself and make himself stronger there is a danger for him. For example he could imagine himself having an infinite amount of prana and it would happen, but if he doesn't imagine himself with a body capable of containing that power he can and will be severally injured, perhaps even fatally. The same comes with knowledge, he could imagine himself absorbing all the combined knowledge of humanity but if he doesn't imagine himself with a brain capable of safely containing that knowledge he would suffer from the worst case of information overload, best case scenario there is he is completely reset to zero after his brain fries. Most importantly is how smarter adversaries would use this advantage against him, like if someone where to use physiological warfare against him any damage he imagines that could be done to him WILL happen to him. Do you see know, with a single thought he could kill himself."

He did see now, and he didn't know how HE of all people missed that weakness before he spotted Zelrecth sporting a smug look. "I assume by that look on your face that you have already come up with a way of stopping him from hurting himself like that?"

"Yes." Nothing else, just that. And it was quite clear he was keeping it a surprise. Whenever Kiritsugu forgot how much he disliked this guy he comes up with something to remind him.

"At least tell me how you know all this seeing as we have barely seen anything from the kid, the pocket dimension were standing in isn't included."

"As I told you I have met a few people here and there who possessed the same ability, While the distinction between the two halves of their powers where nearly none existent they where there, and they all possessed the same weakness of there own powers affecting themselves. The difference is they where human or at least mostly human, he is most certainly not"

Kiritsugu sighed. "Fine, anything else?"

Zelretch nodded. "Just one thing, when coming to teach him magecraft there'll be no point in trying to teach him any spell that requires an element, as an incarnation elemental spells wont work at all, not to say he can't mimic them with his own abilities, except the theory behind them it would just be a waste of time even trying to teach him elemental spells. All you will be able to properly train him in is neutral magecraft and..." Zelrecth was cut off from saying more as a soft groan from the bed alerted him that the kid had finally woken up, about time if you asked him, the kid had slept a fortnight already.

Kiritsugu didn't have time to react before a wave of pure force threw him five feet onto his back. Steadily getting back to his feet he saw that the kid they had been talking about for the last ten minutes was sat up with wide eyes and his back completely straight and breathing heavily, the boy was clearly afraid. When their eyes met though the fear disappeared and he looks relieved. It seemed he remembered him. Kiritsugu looked from the kid to Zelretch, who unlike him hadn't been thrown five feet, in fact only his hair looked slightly ruffled. He was however looking at the kid like a kid in a toy store looking at his dream game.

Walking back to the bed the young boy doesn't once look away from him, not even to look at Zelretch who is standing directly to his other side. "Are you feeling OK kid? Can you tell me your name?" His reply was a confused look, like he didn't understand the question. It was Zelretch who spoke up.

"You're asking him in Japanese, he's English. Ask again in a language he'll understand." Kiritsugu's eye brow twitched again at the tone Zelretch used, like he thought he was an idiot.

"Hey kid, do you remember your name?"

The kid thought for moment then frowned. "Harry, I think. I don't know if that's right, every thing is... well it's just blank." Kiritsugu frowned, the boy wasn't acting as any normal child would if they had just gone through a traumatic event only to wake up in the middle of a field of glowing flowers. In fact he was calm, extremely so. When he answered his voice sounded nearly monotone, it would have been if not for the slight confusion of not knowing his own name, something else that would have most children panicking over as well. "Where am I?"

It was Zelretch who answered "You are in what once was a medical room. It has recently been redecorated. Anyway it is about time you woke up, you've slept for some time, I was even starting to wounder if you where ever going to wake up. You where really injured for a while."

"How bad was I hurt?" There was still nothing in his voice but slight curiosity, like he didn't quite care.

"Badly, if not for your powerful healing factor I doubt you would have ever woken up." Zelretch's reply was blunt and honest, not something that you do with recovering children, that he knew from personal experience.

Harry's head tilted slightly to the side, he was definitely curios now."Healing factor?"

Kiritsugu interrupted as Zelretch was about to answer his question. "That doesn't matter at the moment, we can explain all that later, for now I was hoping you could answer my questions if that's all right with you?"

Usually when a normal child is refused something they really want to know they through a tantrum or get angry and refuse to talk to the one who upset them. There was none of that with the boy sitting in the bed. It was something that unsettled Kiritsugu. Instead he just straightened his head, losing his curious look. It was then he remembered that this kid could no longer be considered human, but a hybrid of three race, two of them which thought in a way that humans could never understand and Harry had at the very least had a massive mental change. So when he merely nodded his head once he had already come up with the questions he planned on asking.

"Do you remember how old you are or your birthday?"

Harry shook his head side to side. "No."

"Do you remember you're from?"

Another negative shake. "No."

"Do you remember the names of any friends?"

Again a negative shake. "No."

"What about your family, do you remember there names?"

Harry paused, trying to remember, this time he was hesitant and showed another emotion, sadness. "No."

"Do you at least remember what they looked like, perhaps there hair or eye colour?"

Harry concentrated, kiritsugu could tell he was really trying to remember. Throughout it all Zelrecth had kept quite, wondering what kiritsugu was asking questions to answers he already knew when he saw Harry start to show real emotion for the first time since he calmed down after waking up. This time Harry's answer was a pained whisper. "No."

"And how do you feel about that, not knowing them but knowing that there out there?"

Kiritsugu didn't like doing this but he knew that there where ways to plant small hypnotic suggestion into people and that was what he was doing, unless Harry becomes an utter monster there would always be a slight hesitation for him to kill people, a quite voice in the back of his mind asking him if the person he was about to end had his own children out there somewhere and by killing him he was depriving them the same way he was deprived of his own parents. At least this way he way he wouldn't become someone who enjoyed bringing pain to others, he was one third human after all and Kiritsugu would at least try to turn him into a decent human being.

A single tear fell from his eyes and landed on the back of his hand which had grasped his bead sheet tightly. "It hurts, why does it hurt?"

Kiritsugu let out a deep breath, hating himself for doing this. "Because you are just a child, and every child wants their mother and father, its only natural."

Kiritsugu thought about what he promised to do for the child before entering the room and spoke up again, this time his voice was a little softer and warmer. "Listen Harry, at the moment we don't know where your parents are or even where to start looking. So you have a choice, you can go with Zelretch or you can be adopted by me. If you don't like that then you an always go to an orphanage or try adoption else where."

Kiritsugu hadn't even gotten half way when Harry had already made up his mind, and when Kiritsugu finished Harry was already pointing at his chest. "Well OK then, I'll have some of my old associates set up the adoption. I already have a place for us to live, it just's needs some remodeling. That won't take very long though."

Before anything else could be said by either Zelretch started speaking. "Well now that that's out the way there's one last thing I need to bring up, you training of both your magical power and your more exotic abilities. I was planning on taking you as my student but that is no longer possible, I will need to find you another that will be better suited to you. Your reality warping ability, as well as your physical prowess will have to be sealed, or at least mostly sealed. Cant have you going around with enough strength to tare a persons arm off when shaking there hand. Luckily for you I figured out what you where able to do a week a go and already made you one." It was here that he pulled an armlet out of his pocket and attached it to Harry's arm before any one could speak. "It fits perfectly, any questions?"

"Yea, why can't you or I teach him?" Kiritsugu asked.

"Well with the state of your magic circuits you can't teach him anything other than theory, something your not very knowledgeable in if my information on you is correct. The reason he needs a specific teacher is two fold, The first is the amount of magic he possess and the second is his magic core, unlike magic circuits a core can not be turned off, it continues to produce more magic and without control or direction he again risks hurting himself or others, the other reason is I'm sure you noticed is the amount, it's ridiculously high and will only grow larger as he grows older, he needs someone who has just as much or more who has mastered using such large quantities. While I may be able to call on nearly infinite amounts of magic, I don't exactly use it for small things. Any more questions?"

A small hand was raised into the air, both Kiritsugu and Zelretch looked at the person it belonged to. They had almost forgotten Harry was there. He was looking incredibly confused, he hadn't understood anything they where talking about. "What magic and magic cores? and what else, reality warping and healing factor?"

Kiritsugu and Zelretch looked at each other, Zelretch spoke first. "Well I have things to do, plans to make, I'll be by tomorrow morning. You can take care of repeating my explanation right." Without waiting for a reply he vanished in an instant.

Kiritsugu sighed before turning back to Harry who had crawled out of bed and was now standing in front of him. His eye started twitching again because in front of him was a completely bare six year old bore staring at him like he had the answers to the meaning of life, with no spare clothes to change him into. Kiritsugu now knew for sure, he hated Zelretch.

Well that's it for chapter 2. In case your wondering about Kiritsugu's use of hypnotic mental suggestion, well he was just told that there is a kid with practically omnipotent powers that may or may not think like rational human beings, considering what he has done in the past this was pretty tame.

On another note, the next to be updated will be Harry Potter and the Night Child then it will be Fallen Archangel, just a warning though it will only be a rewritten first chapter as I have decided to rewrite chapter 1 of both HPNC and FA.

Please review and tell me what you think, constructive criticism is welcome.