1st Reborn

I don't own fate/stay night and campione!

"Kuh-Ha" He laid on the rocky ground, trying to push himself up, A blood dripping down from his forehead ran across his face, mixed with a sweat all over his face.

His ember eyes locking at the figure standing in front of him, breathing heavily. The golden haired man glared at him with a hateful gaze.

"Huff-huff" He also heavily injured. The man cladded with a biker outfit trying to hold his ground with his tall legs.

The boy's vision was filled with a static, his head was smashed by an exhaustion, his legs were trembling, his arms were shaking, a cut wounds around his body was bleeding, a scarlet colored ran all over his body.

"Faker…It's your win, die with a satisfaction" His faced filled with a numerous emotions anger, hatred, and pride. He tried his best not to lash out to the boy in front of him, every words he said, was something that he didn't expected for himself to say.

He clenched his left hand, the only arm left for him.

Scarlet red eyes focusing at the fragile entity opposed to the king.

He tapped one of his treasury to activate, the majestic vault of all king was opened.

He placed his pride into this noble phantasms, but right now he had no confident left in his treasury anymore.

His fist was bleeding, a blood sipping passed through his finger.

His pride was violated by this boy.

He, Gilgamesh was stuck down by a plea.

Not even his only-friend could put him into this pitiful states like this.

No one could violate his kingship this much.

NO ONE!

But before he released one of his finest noble phantasms from his vault. The boy was gone without traced.

He let his anger cloud his judgment and lost track of the boy.

A punch touched his face.

" !" He could comprehend what happened right now, his body lost its balance, his vision suddenly shifted to the right.

His eyes reflected the boy threw his worn fist into his face.

The blood of the great king came out from his mouth and nose, as a servant he shouldn't feel even a slightest pain from this punch, his conscious went wild.

"Huff-Hah….I'm not done yet….No way in hell" A circuits pattern illuminating from his left arm.

"I won't let you survive, even if it cost my only life!" The boy yelled at him with his voice squeezed from a throat filled with blood, each time the boy talked, he coughing his blood out of his bloody mouth.

His circuits was crying his nerves was bruised by a pain of over taxing it. Emiya Shirou wasn't meant to use anymore of his spell even a simplest reinforcement was too high for the boy right now.

Handling Tohsaka's magical energy, his pathways was burned like crisp, a weak pipe couldn't handle a water that had a quantity around a dam.

'Crack'

His vision was cracked, a hole in his vision like his retina was torn off.

'But I can't back off' He resolved himself sucking his very own life force converted it into pure Od. Pumping the stream of magical energy into his broken limbs.

The golden king trying to get a hold, but no way he could let him did that.

He reached his left hand to the man opposite to him. Grabbing his collar he send his fist again into the well-structured faced, the blood flowing all over the air, radiant like a jewel on the sky.

"Argggggggggggggggg!" A pointless scream bursting from his shattered throat, numbing his pain to drive this body.

"Don't get full of yourself, MONGREL!" His enemy also scream, he couldn't let someone violated his pride more than this.

A strength of servant send him flying like a trash being swept away by a gust of wind. His mind whiten, his brain blazing with a crackle over is vision.

" !" He tried to say something. However, he lost some of his sense, he lost a part of his.

NO!

His cracked legs stomped on the ground, he still stood tall, his balance was a little bit tripped, but he didn't fall, if he fell he would die.

His fist was rock solid even if it was soaked wet by the blood gushing out from his wound.

A next punch from King of Heroes was flying at him, but this was too easy to evade 'That guy's blades were faster than this!' A wince of pain stabbing into his spine, but this was just a prick of needle for the boy who was numbed by enormous amount of adrenaline bursting all over his body to cope with pain.

"MOMGREL! A FIEND LIKE YOU SHOULD CRAWL ON THE FLOOR AND DIE!" His killing intend was send at me, if that was a real thing, my head would be split a half by now.

"Shut Up!"

"YOU DARE TAINTED MY PRIDE!"

A blow kept exchanging.

"I don't give a damm about you pride! All I care is that you'll kill a people whom I care"

10, 20, and 30 punches

"So that's why I'll finish you off and save everyone!"

A final punch send his face away with a blood exploding from his mouth.

A golden blooded of god.

Something he shouldn't have a right to gaze at it.

'VROOOOOOOOOM'

A hole from where the king's right hand use to be, an ominous feeling came up from his spine, every nerves of his were frozen by fear, he was paralyzed by a sudden chilled.

King of Heroes was sucked by the black hole, he didn't have enough time to resist, because the fatal blow dealt by the boy halt all of his mobility.

The sucking force was to strong, he almost tripped and being sucked like his enemy.

"NO! I won't disappear like this" A chain, a golden chain wrapping around his arm.

"I won't accept my lose like this. I don't care about cleaning this filthy world anymore" This chain was too tight for the broken boy to break free, his feet tried its best to hold on the ground.

"I accept you as my equal, so I won't back down like this, I won't lose like this!" His face filled with an unshakeable willpower.

"Stay right here until I get myself out!" His declared echoing in the faker's ears

"No way in hell I would let you live!" He yelled at the dying king.

"I'll cut my arm off if that's what I have to pay!" He touched his left-wrist warped by the golden chain of god.

'DON' A nameless noble phantasms stuck to his legs.

A split second he paid his attention to his wound was a grave mistake.

He lost his balance and sucked by the hole, he was now suck into the death door.

""SHIROU!"" Two figures were running, a red girl with black haired and blonde with a golden sword.

He tried to reach his hand to Saber's hand. She was trying to grab him, but the force was so strong, they couldn't grab each other on time.

At that moment, the world stopped moving, his surrounding was slowed down; He couldn't feel an invisible hand dragging his body anymore. But he couldn't move his body either.

'This maybe a miracle for me to have time to say this….'

"Thank you Saber, Tohsaka" A smile on his face, a miracle seconds allowed him to say goodbye to his most precious people in his life.

In a slow motion their face became widen, even a glimpse of it, he could see their eyes started to get teary.

"I'm so sorry" His vision filled with the abyss, all world is evil was consuming his vision slowly

He stood on the pool of mud, not a malicious one. But rather an empty one, he slowly opening his eyes.

A figures stood.

"…"

"…"

They didn't say anything to each other, only stared with a sharp gaze.

A man with one arm and broken boy who brittle and weak.

"Mongrel, I ask your name" His voice's calm and composed, his face showed no sign of anger like before.

"….Emiya Shirou" He hesitated for a little bit. However, he finally told his name to King of Heroes, the golden servant closed his eyes as if he received the information given to him.

"You did well, I would never expected someone to harm my majestic self to this point"

"How did you manage that feat?" He asked the faker whom standing in front of him.

Gilgamesh couldn't understand why the boy was so desperate to beat him even if that was an impossible for a mere human. The boy had nothing compared to his.

This eyes would never lied to him, the boy had no potential to be a magus, or learning even a simplest form of magecraft, so how did he strive to this far.

This era was too weak, but how could human from this sicken era capable enough to defy him.

'Such an interesting guy' The prideful king now no longer ed at the boy as a plebian, but his equal.

"Both you and me have just a drop of magical energy left"

"Yes"

The boy with a blood dripping down from all over his body answered him with a monotone voice.

He had only magical energy left to open a single gate.

The boy had only magical energy left for recreating his sword only once before his reserve completely dried.

They had no need to communicate with each other anymore.

"Trace On" A pair of sword was imprinting itself into his brain, an information flowing from his inner world to the real world through projection.

'Crack' His circuits was only 12 left; more than a half was broken after he did his suicide deeds by reinforcing his body with a burned circuits, circulating magical energy far more than what he capable was a reckless act with high penalty.

A part of his memory was sacrificed.

His brain was damaged.

His soul was cracked.

But he felt peace as if he already done everything he wanted to.

The image became clearer each seconds passed.

His replica's quality was up to his imagination and belief, the image was formed and every ingredients needed was provided by his inner world.

…I am the bone of my sword.

A chant to invoke his reality marble was jumped into his whiten mind.

Chink

He felt that something pricked around his wound. He gazed at his should withe an empty eyes, his hearing was robbed by the destruction of his circuits, a sense of color in his eyes was gone too, so right now the red blood of his was nothing more than a water with grayish color.

Crack

Each time his circuits broke much senses of his were stolen, a part of his soul was shredded to make this swords.

Closing his eyes to steel himself, his body was no longer human anymore, but a robot that following an order. Emiya Shirou was small and damaged compared to Gilgamesh who had his long sword with a golden aura wrapping around it.

A Chinese swords completely brought forth to physical realm. His magic circuits completely demolished as soon as the process finished.

This would be one last clash before he died.

"Come" The golden man readied his stance, a fogged memory recalled a fragment of his memory, this was the first time he'd seen King of Heroes in fighting stance.

" " He lost his ability to speak, so he didn't answer the words passed on him, all he could do was staring at the man in front of him.

Tightening his grip, Kanshou and Byakuya was fired up by a faint blue flame with an electrical current.

The projected swords was overheated by a blazing magical energy. The swords was overload with his whole life force, his circuits was destroyed, but the prana was compressed into this small swords.

"I granted you my thanks Emiya Shirou for making me remember what I forgot, a joy of being pushed to the edge, a pleasure of being able to fight a formidable foe. I was bored, too bored for this filthy world"

"Come at me, are you going to steal everything form me? Or being cut down and die"

"Let's go! Emiya Shirou"

The boy reacted.

His body was flying, his legs sent him with a speed surpassed realm of human.

Crack, Split

His bone started to split, his muscle fiber was tearing.

" !" Unable to perceive the voice, but he definitely roaring a battle cry.

A wide smile on Gilgamesh's face.

Their sword clashed violently.

Byakuya was gone, but Gilgamesh unnamed noble phantasms was also destroyed by his blade.

His conscious was cut, but what he could feel was kanshou drove into the servant's heart.

His conscious was fading like a cloth being bleached away.

'I guess this is the end, huh?' The last word of his was so small and no one could hear this.

The broken doll was submerged into the pool of mud. Emiya Shirou was still alive, but it arguably that if this could be counted as 'alive' His container intact, but his soul was demolished along with his magic circuits.

The king body collapsed his legs weren't be able to handle this anymore, the boy may not be able to oppose him anymore, but he was about to die. Servant maybe strong, but to have a noble phantasms pierced directly into his heart was a lethal blow.

His hand was melting and became one with the mud.

Accepting his fate, and closing his scarlet eyes.

"I've a lot of fun anyway" He prepared to die without remorse, just closing his eyes and let the mud digest his body.

"Yo" A soft and small hand touched his cheek, such a nostalgic feeling.

"This voice, Is it really you?" His shaken voice was trembling.

His eyes became teary, and his mouth was trembling.

A pain from having sword stuck in his heart was gone like it was a lie, his brain registered a person looking at him warmly.

A green haired, and girlish face, it belonged to the most important person in his life.

"Yes, My friend" The boy answered him cheerfully.

His face filled with smile, such an ironic thing for them, He saw his friend dying, but this time he was the one whom dying.

"Why are you here?"

"Do you know where we are? The grail's meant for this, and only this, it's to reach the Akashic record, and that's why I was able to meet you"

So the hole appeared before them wasn't what the tainted grail will to survive, but the door to reach every magi goal.

"I see, so we're at Throne of Heroes" He let a small sigh.

His eyes locked at his friend, he thought something that was absolutely absurd, and the boy would be dead more than alive. But this was the only thing he could come up with.

"My friend, I know that this would ruin our great reunion, but I have a request" His face contained a sight pain to ask his friend for this, but he didn't want the boy to die like this.

The boy proved himself to be worthy, and his deed shouldn't be forgotten, but rewarded with the greatest prize for strike down the king of all humans.

"What is your request my king?" His soft smile on his face made Gilgamesh hesitated even more.

"….Would you sacrifice your body to this boy"

"I've no reason to refuse your request Gilgamesh" He's patting his hair lightly before smile with a sad smile.

"I won't let you go alone my friend"

His friend seemed to react with his word with surprise.

"Then….Are you going to kill yourself?"

"I would die anyway, so as a parting gift to this boy. I'll sacrifice everything equal to the boy who risked every of his" A majestic smile filled, this wasn't a smile belonged to a dying person, but Gilgamesh had no fear in death.

The broken body of his foe was breaking down from inside out, a soul contained that 'wicked world' had a crack, now the infinite sword was piercing the boy's body from inside.

He would become a sword.

'Such an ironic joke….The boy who proclaimed himself as a blacksmith who has created over a thousand blade now being consumed with a thousand of his own creations.' The king didn't say anything to his friend. However, the green haired boy in white robe slowly walked to the collapsed body.

"He's a fine man, I would like to fight him someday" The green haired boy putting his hand on the back of the boy's head, stroking his auburn haired with care like father and son.

"I'll start the resurrection process, but this would require you aide to finish the job, My friend. Are you sure about this? It would be kinder to let the boy dies, rather than having this body that he's going to have" Concern for the fallen boy about his fate after this, but for Gilgamesh, he didn't care about such a thing, the boy defeated him, and he deserved a second chance.

"He'll manage it. This boy's stronger than you think, if he was a weakling then he shouldn't defeat me at the first place." The king still had the confident smile on his face while staring at the boy half-submerged into the mud.

"….I see" His girlish hand with a white skin, as if it wasn't belonged to human realm, an unparallelled beauty, slowly touch the faker's back while a circuits illuminating on his back.

"It seems like this boy was destroyed, I could sacrifice my body to recreate a new one, but I can't reform his shattered soul"

"That would do. I'll handle in recreating his soul, so you just concentrate into forging a new body for the boy"

"To forge him a new body that's mean he would lost all of his humanity, he would be something that couldn't be called human as he should be" A calm tone from his friend trying to persuade him to have a mercy for the dying kid.

"He isn't human, but a sword, My friend" The boy who never called himself a human, but a sword existed to protect whom he cherished, and that's what Gilgamesh admired about the boy.

"Just think as you're forging the greatest sword of all"

"You never cease to amaze me, Gil"

"Yeah, I guess after we finished this. Why don't we have a toast?" His invitation to the oldest friend, he knew after this they would lost a physical body, but at the throne of heroes they could enjoy their leisure for an eternality.

His greenish haired was shine as if it was an emerald reflecting a sunshine, above his chest was an infant body with a slightly auburn haired. His slender arms reached to the body floating above the boy, hugging him like mother hugged their kids.

He sight "This is my greatest creation, but for me who was created by god to give birth to a new life is something rather unexpected" His smile was so beautiful, his pink lips almost on par with King of knight's lips that he was charmed.

"I used up all of my clay to create the vessel suitable for you to move his soul" His voice seemed to be little bit faint, reflection after his diminishing life force was being converted to the empty shell.

The king had his hand touch on the boy back where the heart's located 'I never think of this even in my dream, for me to do something like this' let out a small sigh, the king activate his magic, a great 'magic' This maybe a secret he never told anyone, but he was also suitable for caster class. During, his age, all the people in his kingdom was able to reach the root, and achieving true magic, so that would be a piece of cake for him to manipulate a soul of a living being by using magic.

Without chanting or anything, he pulled out a small ball of light from the boy, the light was broken and had a cracks all over it, without any doubt that was the boy's soul.

Staring at the floating soul "Such a small….But it's so bright" The smallest of this boy was so bright, he never thought that human at this Era to have this shinning soul.

He took out a soul of his, compared to the boy, his soul was far bigger, and brighter, but the small and fragile yet having something he couldn't understand, he slowly closed his eyes and smile like a boy, slowly empty the content of his and let the boy's soul to take a residence in his only soul.

His feeling was slowly drifted away, but before it was completely gone, his head could feel a soft feeling form the back of his head.

"Have a sweet dream, Gil"

"You to, Enkidu" His last words was so light, the great king who fulfilled everything in his life passing away without anything to look back.

"Well, let's finished what we started" His small finger gently touched the star of light floating above him, as if the star followed his order, it's size of astronaut was divide, and now what left was a sphere of a blazing blue flame, not It's original golden aura.

"The merging was complete, huh? I'll give you my blessing too" He kissed the sphere floating, before fusing it into the enfant in his arm.

"May the fate guide you, Emiya Shirou, now, you're reborn as a new, you may come back, or lead your life in that world. It's your choice" A light wrapping around the baby, and then the light consumed the world.

Author's message

Hello, this is a rewrite version of 'Soul of Babylon' So I'm sorry for my grammar error (I really need a beta) I hope this won't piss you of that much, though.

Why there's no Pandora

Answer. Shirou isn't in the campione!verse yet. But to let him have a power enough to survive and become Campione later on, this is the greatest idea came up into my mind.

He's now an infant, are you intend to leave nasuverse aside?

Answer. Nope. He would return, and the time in nasuverse's going to be slower than Campione!verse

Will Shirou has a harem?

Answer. I would prefer him to end up with Saber and Rin, but that would be decided in the future.

Servant status

Emiya Shirou

Strength C

Endurance C

Agility C

Mana A+++ (Gil+Enkidu)

Luck D (Little bit luckier than Archer)

Noble phantasms ?

Class skill:

Independent Action EX (He's still alive)

Magic resistance D

Personal skill:

Clairvoyance C

Eyes of mind(False) C

Unique Origin: Real (This what he gets from Gilgamesh, this origin would allow Shirou to trace anything out of his inner world to be a real thing, and Gaia can't crush it)

Unique Origin: Weapons (This origin was originally 'Sword' But It was altered by Gilgamesh and Enkidu influence, so he don't have limit on his tracing anymore as long as it is a weapon, he can trace it without any hardships)

Transfiguration: He can ranks up in of his parameter to A+ by decreases others to E

Magecraft C-

Noble phantasms:

Unlimited Blade Works ? E~A+++ (It's now capable of tracing a perfect copy, so rank up) (Locked due to the change in his inner world)