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Now, I'll be pretty quick here, but this is just an idea I had brewing in my mind after chatting with one of my reviewers from my other story and I just had to write this. Anyways, this is a one-shot, but it might evolve further if you guys enjoy it, so do leave your reviews if you do want this to continue or if you just have something to share. I don't mind either way!

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It was 2 past midnight, and definitely not a time anyone who'd been lacking sleep should still be up at. Then again, the encounter did lead to her finally killing those two annoyed deserters, so it should be fine, no?

…Who was she kidding. She didn't meet Texas, and she got her clothes all bloody. The entire expedition was a complete waste of time!

Lappland sighed, leaning back against the pipes atop the roof she'd been sitting on. The night party had been quite the blast with how chaotic everything became. It was quite disappointing that she didn't get to fight that Rat King though, seeing how powerful his Arts was. Well, at least his parting gift was an explosion of candy, so that was nice of him.

The city of Lungmen sure was different. Siracusa was just as chaotic, maybe even more, but the chaos here looked…fun, for a lack of a better word. Each gang fight was as real as it could be, but each fighter had fun. They fought with loud cries, smiles present all throughout the battle, a stark contrast to the super serious battles back at Siracusa.

She could see why Texas moved here.

…In some ways, she hated the new her. She was far more forgiving, far too kind and passive. She'd been far more ruthless back then, far more aggressive, and she'd been proud to call her a comrade as they bathed in blood.

On the other side, she was much more expressive, and far easier to tease if what she'd heard was right, so that's quite nice too.

Ah, how she longed to finally be able to crack that ever-present poker face!

With those cheerful thoughts, she relaxed and watched the night sky, occasionally enjoying one of the many candies she managed to catch from that giant candy explosion. It was nice and quiet, despite the still lively town underneath, and Lappland found herself slowly being pulled to sleep,

"You really shouldn't sleep up here. You might catch a cold."

Before a familiar voice calls out behind her. Grinning, she looks to her side to see a male Lupo, with hair white as snow, eyes the color of silver, and white ears tipped with black fur on the top of his head, much like her. He wore a black coat much like hers, though much larger to accommodate for his taller body.

"Mm, took you longer than usual, Emiya." The young man merely shrugged as he sat by her side. "Sorry. The enemy was…more annoying than anticipated." He scowled. "The bastard had originium traps laid out everywhere, and all his guards were stupidly loyal for a pig like him."

"At least you got his head right?"

"I never return empty-handed." He said confidently, and she believed him. After all, her skills had to come from somewhere, no?

He then looked to the many empty candy wrappings scattered by her side, and he smiled. "Seems like I missed the party though."

"Sure did." She smiled back, idly brushing away some hair from her eyes. "The Rat King showed up and decimated the deserters." His eyes widened, and he chuckled. "So he showed up? I guess I really missed the show this time."

"You always arrive late anyways." Lappland commented. Again, Emiya shrugged, not attempting to correct her.

"By the way, where's Cu?" At her question, his face immediately soured, his lips curving to a scowl. "Probably out there trying to pick up chicks or something." He growled out, though it hardly carried any bite.

She laughed lightly. The two seemed to always be at constant war with one another, and it was always hilarious to see their conversations quickly break down into a fight. There didn't even seem to be any reason for their apparent animosity to another, as if the presence of the other was enough to warrant as such.

Though she knew that they were friends, not that they'd admit that of course. Cu was like…an annoying brother they couldn't help but like.

Ironically, Cu was brash and loud, very much different from the younger sister he had. Actually, it would probably make more sense if Emiya was Texas' brother and Cu was hers.

Hmm, switching siblings with Texas sounded like quite an interesting idea, though she'd never do that. Emiya was her brother and no one else's.

"…We should really head back." Emiya said as he stood. "You have a room rented?"

"Of course." She followed him up, stretching her limbs as she did so. Muffling a yawn, she picked up her two swords and pointed one south, towards a particularly broken down building. Emiya's brow twitched. "Isn't that just…never mind. We've slept in worse conditions." He said, sighing. Lappland laughed again. "It'll be fine~!"

"Sure, sure." And with that they head towards the abandoned building, leaping over the many buildings sitting atop this moving city. They quickly reach their destination, and right to the small marking she'd made an hour ago for her to remember which part of the building wouldn't just collapse when she slept on it.

Once again Emiya stared in annoyance, and Lappland silently smirked at his defeated sigh. He jumped down onto the slightly unstable floor, and placing his hand down, his Arts flowed out from his hands, seeping into the entire building and reinforcing it. He gave it a couple knocks, and satisfied, he created two bedrolls for each of them to sleep in.

Accepting hers, she laid hers down on the newly reinforced floor and tucked herself in, still amazed at what Emiya's Arts could do. It really made her wonder how his Arts could be so different from hers. Furthermore, his Arts was incredibly strong, especially for someone not infected like him.

Reinforcing, Structural Analysis, and Tracing. The three cores of his Arts. With it he could quickly study what he sees, reinforce the cavities and imperfections he finds in it, and even create a near identical copy of an object of his desire.

Was that even Arts at that point, or something else?

Well, she didn't quite care what the answer was. He was here, he was strong, and that was all that mattered to her.

So, with random thoughts floating in her mind, she gently fell asleep.