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And here is Chapter 10! Enjoy.
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Author's Disclaimer: I do not own Fate/Stay Night. In other words, I do not own the original intellectual property.
Chapter 10
Ilya, Emiya Residence
Time slowly trickled by. The clock read 4.15pm, 15 minutes just after the incident, yet, it felt like an eons. I checked my own personal watch, hoping that the clock's battery had died out or something. But nope, it read 4.16.
I repositioned myself on the seat, it was difficult to calm myself, I just did not have the skills for it. I had left my belongings in the guest room, not wanting to intrude on their private conversation. I gave out a melancholic sigh, when will they ever be done?
Speak of the devil, the incarnate of the she-devil herself stepped in, head held up high, shoulders tensed. I balled my hands into fist, ready to cast some spells. If it was a fight she wanted, it was a fight she would get.
Surprisingly, she ignored me, and went on to the kitchen, and proceeded to make some snacks. Slowly, the faint fragrance of tea and biscuits wafted throughout the room, and I could not help but lick my lips into anticipation. However, knowing her past occupation, I did not expect anything edible out of her culinary skills.
15 minutes past, and Saber returned with a tray, spreading it onto the table before me. I could see she was restraining herself, and all was quiet. The faint clinking of teacups could only be heard, and the pouring of tea. After she poured a cup for herself and me, she sat directly opposite me, yet still refusing to look me in the eye.
"Shirou said that... We should be graceful in front of all our guests..." Saber spoke out of the blue. So that explains the courtesy.
"He also said... We... Should... Get along..." a melancholic Saber muttered. Apparently, getting along with me was not one of her 'What to do when I return' list.
"Well then, get along we shall, right, Onee-chan? For Onii-chan's sake." I smiled at her, my fists slowly uncurling themselves. It was better this way after all, peace and stability should reign in this world, especially after the Holy Grail War. That way, the balance is kept.
But still, addressing her as onee-chan was difficult.
Saber looked shocked at the addressing, but she smiled, faintly if anything. But slowly, the smile turned to a frown.
"Wait a moment... Onee-chan!?!?"
Eh?!
Rin, Fuyuki City
"Pull off that stunt one more time, and I will make sure you wish you were never born!" I yelled at my blushing companion, whose arms were covered in shopping bags of all sizes and colors, making him look like a clown of sorts. I had decided to end the day with that incident, and now we were proceeding our merry way home, by foot of course.
For some unknown reason, watching Archer sweat gave me an inordinate amount of pleasure. Perhaps it was because he was sweating for my sake? My mouth contorted into a smirk.
I looked back at him, and sure enough, he was struggling up the hill that was graced by the presence of my house. The shopping bags were quite heavy it seems.
Surprisingly, a pair of fire trucks whirled past us as they headed uphill, their sirens leaving behind ghostly echoes. Echoes that made me strangely anxious.
"Hurry up Archer! Something is wrong!" I picked up my pace, and Archer, amazingly, seemed to regain vigor, as he suddenly matched up to my pace without a sweat.
Sure enough, my suspicions were confirmed when we reached the summit.
My lovely home was burning. Along with everything inside of it.
Jet black smoke loomed in the distance, and fire fighters run to and fro, working together to put out the fire. Yet, I knew that this fire would never die till it consumed everything it was made to consume. It was magical in nature, and not one spark will burn anything other than its intended target. I should be able to put out such a fire in the blink of an eye, but I could not do so in front of the public. I stood there helplessly, watching my precious possessions disappear into puffs of smoke.
Archer caught up soon enough, and a stern expression graced his face. He obviously knew the implications of this.
Someone was declaring war.
Not just some small fry either, for one to burn my house, guarded by magic that far surpasses my own, he was someone of a high caliber, and not someone that we should mess with impulsively.
Archer laid a protective arm over my shoulder, and pulled me close to his chest, muffing out the cold and cruel situation then. Just when I thought he was being the perfect gentleman, he had to ruin the mental image I had of him.
"Well, at least now we get to build something new out of the freed ground now... One that suits my tastes, of course. You do have the financial resources right?" Seems like his ability for sarcasm was not lost in this type of situation either.
I could only laugh bitterly, and it fortunately covered up the weak sobbing that escaped my lips.
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Apologies to all that were waiting a long time for this chapter, but things came up one after another, and this will be the final chapter till my O's are over. This is my shortest chapter ever, but due to time constrains, I cannot help it, so please bear with it.
Also, in reply to razgriz05, yes, I did take the idea from Victory or Defeat, however, the doujin I read was in chinese, so I thought 'Why not 'translate' it for the rest to view?' It could also buy me time while i formulate a plot. Also, my thanks to Rayne Sarazaki, who, with his prodding, I finally found the time to come up with this chapter.
As always, please read and review. Constructive criticism is welcomed..
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