Author's Intro

I would like to thank you all for your interest. I do this for fun and to work on my creative writing skills in English but seeing that there are so many others who enjoy my work makes me write so much more and better. Thank you.

Also, apologies for the delay. Life happened and did so in a pretty bad way. I will try to catch up and publish two more chapters by the middle of June.

Like always, I would like to thank Type-Moon and Kinoko Nasu for creating the Fate universe. They own it, not me, I'm just borrowing it for your enjoyment and no profit.

Also I would like to thank two nameless guests in the reviews. While I don't agree that I am ripping off ThirdFang's take on the magic system (a small rant regarding this at the end of the chapter) it did make me go and re-read the wiki and Magic Circuits, Heroic Spirits and Noble Phantasms.

You will notice that the Clocktower in this chapter isn't really canon. As it isn't the focus of the visual novels and anime, I went with the bare bones and tried to make it fun.

Anyway, let's hop right in.

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Thoughts.

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Enjoy, full notes at the end of the chapter.

Falling Headfirst into Place

Shirou, being the kind of boy he was, didn't have many real passions. The usual problems of a thirteen-year-old such as acne, girls, growing sexual awareness, swinging moods and self-esteem barely bothered him. Well, the girls thing did but not so much girls in general as the two particular ones that seemed to have taken a liking to him. Sakura was more or less fine, if you didn't count her flabbergasting disregard for herself (something he really couldn't ignore in good conscience) but Tohsaka was a veritable maelstrom of emotion and genius-logic. He mainly dealt with her by being far-far away whenever the fuses blew.

But some things did bother him.

"Sir, why is the Clock Tower called the Clock Tower is it's not a clock tower?"

The teacher grimaced, and the blond girl at the table beside his – a rather arrogant noble by the name of  Luvia Edelfelt – started banging her head against the cover of her history book. The other three students in the classroom groaned in resignation.

"Now, now, calm down, class. We are discussing the history of the Association and it is a legitimate question."

Shirou was in the middle of one of his two weeks-long training trips to England. Whatever deal his father had made actually worked, somewhat to Dietrich's surprise. Perhaps the Magus Killer had been able to find some of the few trustworthy influential people but it was more likely that it was Waver's growing influence combined with the light nature of the request that caused the agreement to be honored: Waver, now a Lord, became Shirou's patron and not too many questions were asked by the faculty despite the fact that the boy didn't exactly enroll; instead, he came for a couple weeks several times a year to do what could only be described as binge learning.

The original plan had been for him to stay as unnoticeable as possible: to get what he couldn't find in Fuyuki quietly and return home. Unfortunately, that plan had a major hole in it.

Shirou couldn't tolerate lapses in logic in what he was taught. It had caused him problems with the Japanese education system in the past but the Association was much worse: except for the few well-studied and documented areas of Magecraft, a lot of the curriculum turned out to be about very shallowly studied fields full of murky conjecture and pure speculation. Unfortunately, in his opinion, history was one of those fields. It was astounding how a society allegedly headed by an immortal and one that had records dating back hundreds, if not thousands of years could include so much hearsay and plain contradicting facts.

Shirou would have skipped all that junk completely but that would have made him stand out even more, so instead he turned to asking for clarifications whenever he had questions. Both the group and the young and somewhat bored teacher tried to ignore him at first but quickly found out that short of throwing him out of the room there was no way to keep the teen away from getting to the bottom of things. So, reluctantly, they endured.

Luvia had it the worst since from the very first day she had loudly declared that she and Shirou were going to be best friends. She hated it when he and his weirdness made the class spend half an hour on some skippable piss of trivia but couldn't really say anything with Shirou being her proclaimed bestie.

"While it is true that the Clock Tower is not a tower nowadays, it was one in the past. Until 1941, in fact, when the Director and the head of the Barthomeloi family destroyed the original structure when moving everything underground. In the old days the Clock Tower was a mansion at the heart of London, sporting an actual clock tower – a magnificent one. It was warded to appear a boring, ordinary building to anyone who didn't have properly opened Circuits but to Magi it was a beacon, promising knowledge and a safe haven. During those times not only the Association but also the less benign denizens of the supernatural world had to worry a lot less about secrecy and proper clean-up, which made a certain degree of… advertising the location useful. You could live near the Clock Tower and be sure you wouldn't wake up to find a Dead Apostle munching on your children."

The man sighed and righted his glasses.

"But technology advanced, making possible more and more phenomena that previously had been thought to be something only Magecraft could accomplish at reasonable cost. Steam power. Electricity. Radio. Planes. It became clear that very soon we wouldn't be able to hide our activities completely without spending a ridiculous amount of resources on concealment. And so, only some of the dorms and a few secondary buildings remain above while the rest is now underground, like this classroom."

"The layout is a nightmare, though. Even finding a room…" Luvia noted.

The teacher chuckled:

"The complex is built upon a hub of Ley Lines, Miss Edelfelt, as you well know. It was very difficult for the original builders to dig all the tunnels and the rooms without cutting those. I'm afraid, comfort was never a concern. Now, where was I before all this… Right, the current relations between the Association and the British government…"

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Shirou rather liked England. Often he would walk the streets of London at night in a dark hoodie, avoiding the streetlights. He kept a very noticeable knife under his jacket and, combined with his athletic build, he never ran into any trouble with the criminal element: no one was interested in an armed teen in worn clothes wandering the streets. Once he had been stopped by a constable but the blade was a Projection and he dismissed it before being approached. He got off with some sincere advice to stay at home at night.

It was a strange feeling – to be an outsider. Shirou had always been different: he was a Magus, he was deeply scarred, he was raised in an abnormal family. But this time it wasn't just that: in Fuyuki he always felt entwined: Dietrich, school, Sakura and Rin, his studies, the upcoming Holy Grail War – without noticing it, he had formed bonds with the city and the people living in it. Without knowing, he had come to look at himself through the roles he played: a student, a friend, a little brother, a… whatever he was to the girls in his life.

Being literally on the other side of the Earth he felt profoundly disconnected from everything. When a foggy morning (cloyingly humid and chilling to the bone) found him wandering the streets, there no longer were any thoughts or desires. The blades in his mind turned slowly and sang softly – a quiet lullaby of steel in a murky world that was silently happy to have him in it.

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In a way, Luvia singling him out for some reason was fortunate: the girl had had a lot more rounded out education than him, and she was a rare breed of modern Magus: despite not aspiring to become an Enforcer of Sealing Designations, she was interested in using Mysteries for combat. The Edelfelts were a mercenary family. He supposed he got lucky, because even among the faculty very few were at least a bit polite toward him. Best case scenario, most Magi flat-out ignored him.

Luvia, however, was different. There is always a respect among professionals of any craft and even if the Edelfelts weren't focusing on ruthless, calculated assassination as the Magus Killer had done, they still didn't mind getting their hands dirty and focused very much on using jewel-based Mysteries to curse someone half-to-death. Of course, people tended to resist when you tried to incapacitate them, so this led to techniques geared toward killing. Whether murder actually happened or not depended solely on the target's competence.

This was their subject of conversation as they sat in an empty corner of a cafeteria eating lunch. Due to the Clock Tower mostly being an underground labyrinth of awkward corridors and weirdly shaped rooms the complex had several places you could eat. Add the fact that most Magi valued their time far too much (and their health – far too little) to chew properly and the fact that the place was pretty exclusive… All in all, there weren't that many people and everyone worked irregular hours and thus had lunch at a different time. It was difficult to catch a lot of Magi in one spot, unless you really tried to or something big was happening.

Luvia was going through one of her signature rants, gesticulating wildly with a French fry:

"I mean, a little appreciation would not hurt. We do all the dirty work, families like hours. Sure, we get paid well: my family invests in gems, mostly. Did Kiritsugu leave you much money?"

Shirou had discovered early on that directness never particularly bothered him in people. Saved time and helped avoid misunderstandings.

"Yes, quite a bit. My type of practice requires a lot of money for materials and items too: I'm happy I have Dietrich to help decide what to get."

Luvia grinned:

"I cannot believe I've found a Magus who wants to both make weapon Mystic Codes and use them and not be an Enforcer for the Association. Not that I don't think people who wade through a sea of undead and burn that and other such filth to ashes don't do an important job… It's just: if you have the power, try and combine earning money with trying to do some good, helping a little."

Shirou was a little distracted by how terrible the stew he was eating tasted but he perked up at where the conversation was going:

"You think it's not enough to cut out obvious evil?"

The girl shook her head:

"Look, my family has been doing this for a very, very long time. Sure, some things just need to die but in most places where there is great injustice or where monsters take up residence, things are not that simple. Since you are so nitpicky about history… There is this great discussion in mundane history regarding whether a single person can really leave a significant mark on the long-term state of things. Do you know how many examples there are when that really happened? When somebody not simply filled a role that needed to be filled but really stepped out and did something that was considered impossible with truly lasting repercussions?"

"How many?"

"Two. Two times: with Alexander the Conqueror and Genghis Khan. One spread the Hellenic culture to territories where there was none, the other – the Asian values. Literally took the weakest of the barbarian Mongol tribes and built an empire that spanned a continent and left a huge imprint on the culture of Asia and Eastern Europe."

"What about Napoleon, the Founding Fathers, Tokugawa Shogunate? Legends like Zelretch, for that matter?"

"Well, our history has more such figures, obviously. Mostly because of the level of power some Magi, Mages, Dead Apostles and others can wield personally. But most historical shifts are a thing of necessity: the society needs a dictatorship to survive and a dictator appears. It outgrows that stage and the regime is disposed of, one way or another. Advances in the study of Magecraft are similar: a lot of time about the same conclusions are independently reached by rival families."

"Interesting."

"What I'm saying, my darling Shirou, is that injustice, cruelty and evil fill a vacant spot in a society. There are people too blind to bother to check whether they are being exploited or fed upon. Areas where Magi think they can just shut off from the world and work on their pet projects all the while darkness encroaches upon their territory. People openly desiring violence and chaos to give meaning to the dullness of their lives. And no matter how many times you kill the ones occupying that spot, a new monster will always take their place. Our employers are rarely smart enough to hire us to do something about the spot itself, which is why people like us or Enforcers? We will never run out of work."

Shirou paused, thinking of one Kotomine Kirei, the empty, cruel man that he had heard only bad things about, both from Tohsaka and his father.

"But what if there is a man, whose only delight is orchestrating the suffering of others?"

"Oh, my darling, I'm not saying you should move to a monastery and spend your life meditating on the lotus or some other such tripe. By all means, do what you can to improve the lives of those around you: maybe the state of things actually calls for a change and you will be able to do some good. I mean, it's one thing to look at the history of humanity in the terms of hundreds or thousands of years but another thing entirely to live a life. It doesn't matter to history whether the needed change happens today or ten years from now but it matters to us."

Shirou cocked his head a little:

"You are much deeper than you look, Luvia-san."

The girl blushed a little, laughed haughtily and quickly returned to talking about how great her family was.

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"Wait, your friend uses what?"

"Bugs. Insects. Creepy crawlies. Her family can do a bunch of stuff with it, including implantation and being a host to a swarm. Works like extra Circuits from what I figure."

"Ewww. Just… ewww. Talk about needing protection for a date. That's why I love gems, beside the fact that they are the most beautiful thing in the world, of course. No one would be dumb enough to put one inside and have it shatter. Although, now that I think about it…"

"You are weird, Luvia-san."

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Shirou got his first tour of the Clock Tower armory when he was fifteen. It took him and Waver forever to get the needed permissions: the new Lord El-Melloi had to be subtle about pushing for greater access for his protégé and Shirou himself had to work extra hard during the time he spent in England. Intensive study of Mystic Codes, sucking up to the faculty, recommendations from both Dietrich and Waver and just one and a half year after going to London for the first time he was finally shown the less secret items the combat-specialized Magi of the Association used to bring in those that were deemed too dangerous to live without being Sealed and clean up the messes such Magi tended to leave.

To be honest, Shirou had been worried they wouldn't make it in time. Normally it took about five years of general studies for a full-time student to even start pursuing specialized studies with one of the Departments at the Tower – an amount of time they certainly didn't have. Add to this the fact that there were only about sixty people in the entire Association that really focused on using Magecraft for destruction and the fact that the items stored at the armory were ones they couldn't risk getting stolen from their personal workshops and you could understand why the teen didn't have much hope for seeing the inside of those walls during his first decade or so in Britain.

It was mostly due to Waver slowly turning the Department of Modern Magecraft Theories into a power to be reckoned with (and also in no small part because of the vice-director being friendly-ish with him on occasion) that parties of power at the Association suddenly wanted to have him in their debt. Helping Shirou, the adopted son of the nefarious Magus Killer, was a good idea to get some black into their books without too much cost to themselves.

Bazett Fraga led the tour, which Shirou was grateful for. He did very little in London except study anything combat or Holy Grail-related and have physical training. He had met Fraga maybe a year before that point, during one of his workout sessions with Luvia: the girl had far better unarmed combat technique which made him push his Reinforcement to its absolute limit. There were other people training or doing light spars in the room at that time but only the Irish Enforcer spotted exactly how different his level of Reinforcement was from Luvia's. By that point Shirou had long since moved past strengthening only his muscles: he and Dietrich had found a way to toughen bones, and to make skin more resistant to damage. One of the very few achievements he was personally proud of was being able to Reinforce his eyes: traditionally, Magi avoided going near their sensory organs with Mysteries, quite reasonably fearful of going deaf or blind. It was one thing to end up with a deep scar in your thigh, and another entirely – to have said scar where your eyes used to be.

Anyway, Bazett picked up on how Shirou's Reinforcement went way beyond what was thought reasonable and, he assumed, that was what had sparked the interest that later evolved into a kind of light partnership. Sure, the woman's skills were leaps and bounds above his own but he, at least, had something to give. The Irish Enforcer favored Runes and turning her clothes into Mystic Codes, which was deeply interesting to Shirou: he had no doubt he would need all the protection he could get during the coming War and stopping things with enchanted apparel of some sort sounded much better than doing it with his ribcage.

Bazett was also one of his channels for distributing what he knew about the problems with the Grail System among the people living at the Tower. The second was Luvia, who was reasonably good at gossip among students. Getting the message across to the Enforcer was more important, though, in case the Association sent another Lord or a professional combat Magus when the Grail War came. He had to be careful not to reveal too much about how the Grail had been cursed in order to keep the Tower from doing something very stupid and dangerous with Fuyuki ley lines, but he could share what his father knew about the Church being very far from impartial during the previous War. At the very least, he needed to minimize Kotomine Kirei's influence during the next conflict.

Overall, it was a messy situation and the only reason he hadn't flunked the tests he took and been booted out of the Clock Tower was because of Dietrich tutelage. They had mostly covered the first years of study and even if Shirou's education had holes the size of Primate Murder's eye in it, it was enough to pass the tests they had. Which meant he really had no excuse not to try and get allies at the Tower, no matter how much he hated politics.

"I've looked into Kotomine Kirei despite my better judgement. There is nothing suspicious about him, except for the early retirement from being an Executor."

While they talked, Shirou walked around the dim-lit room, using structural analysis on anything he saw. There were at least a hundred Codes on the shelves and some of the more prominent ones were displayed in glass cases.

"This sword is weird. Can't quite get what it does…"

"Good eyes, Shirou. It's called the Blade of Limited Perspective, it can be used to manifest the metaphorical bonds between Master and Familiar into physical strings of Prana and cut them."

"Sounds useful."

The teen leaned towards the case and started tracing his fingers along the surface, lips moving silently as he absorbed everything he could about the sword.

"Do you think it can be used to sever a bond between a Master and a Servant."

Bazett simply snorted:

"You are too smart to ask such a question. From what I've looked up that bond is far more than just Mana flow. At best it will cut the Mana stream for a minute or two before it is reformed. As Heroic Spirits have their own consciousness and can all survive for hours without an external power source… Won't do much good."

"Hmm. So only normal familiars. Doesn't seem that useful now. Why was it created then?"

"As a potential countermeasure against Nrvnqsr Chaos."

"I remember this from one of the lectures… The Dead Apostle Ancestor that is made up of 666 Beasts?"

"Was made up. The very same, but he is reported dead now, which is why this weapon is in a glass case and not on a shelf – it's an exhibit, not a weapon. Anyway, about Kotomine?"

"Of course you didn't find anything. Among the Masters of the previous war only Kotomine Kirei himself and Waver El Melloi still live. And because the overseer was Kotomine's father, naturally, nothing suspicious went on record."

"Sounds awfully convenient."

"I can always arrange for you to check with Lord El Melloi."

"How did you get such pull with him anyway?"

"It's more the other way around, actually. Back to the previous point: during the last War and entire block of Fuyuki got burned to the ground and at one point there was a building-sized monster threatening to destroy the town."

"Sounds like a plot to ‘Godzilla'. There is a mention of that disaster in the records: extra incentive was promised for disposing of the Master of Caster, if I'm not mistaken."

"Right. And the Servant that destroyed it? Nobody actually saw him die."

At this point Shirou had to stop talking as his brain was starting to overheat: the spacious room around him stood a testament to the imagination and resourcefulness of Magi. While most of them were nowhere near as powerful as, say, Dead Apostles (freakish exceptions like the current vice-director didn't count), mystics compensated by being prepared. Inside their own workshop, with a supply of Prana and charged up Mystic Codes a Magus could be quite dangerous indeed even to the most horrifying of monsters.

Only about a third of the items there were bladed weapons of some sort and so only they could be directly used through Tracing. He still examined the rest, however, for interesting effects. Most were pretty straightforward: clothes with added protection against piercing and fire, weapons that caught on flame when you channeled Mana into them… A heavy cloak got his attention.

"What does this one do?"

"They called them Cloaks of Invisibility back in the day. Doesn't make you truly invisible but does a pretty good job of suppressing smell, sound and diffusing you Mana signature all over the place."

"So, ambush tool?"

"Something like that. Why do you insist on telling me all this about the Holy Grail War? Honestly, I couldn't care less."

"The last time the Association sent a representative. There is no reason why this time will be any different, with only three founding families there are four spots open. It's likely I will participate as I am pretty much a product of the last War. When the time comes I would like whoever comes to Japan from here to keep their eyes open: there is much more wrong with the whole system than I can tell you…"

"And why is that?"

"It's unsubstantiated, at best. There isn't much I can prove but don't you think it's strange how we haven't heard of a wish really getting fulfilled despite there having been, what, four Wars already? Makes you wonder whether the system has been tempered with to serve some other purpose."

"Hm. You know, I've worked with your father a time or two. At first I didn't quite see it but now the resemblance between you and him is quite clear. In the paranoia."

"Thank you."

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Cooking was one of the things Shirou really enjoyed along with archery, mathematics and, of course, Magecraft. This combination of interests didn't do much good when it came to getting friends his own age. Issei didn't count as he pretty much despised people who built a certain reputation simply for the sake of social status – there was a certain irony that the president of the student council cared this much about authenticity. It was also the reason why you couldn't get Ryuudou and Tohsaka into the same room without inviting a torrent of thinly-veiled barbs upon everyone in the vicinity.

Anyway, Shirou liked things with structure, logic and laws that could be explored, if not directly derived. In his spare time he read some philosophy and decided that he was both a rationalist and an empirist. The first part really shone when he solved math problems as there was no room for chance there; the second – when he cooked. Cooking was a thing of intuition, of course, but to him it was, above all, an empiric science. The teen kept meticulous journals detailing each particular composition of ingredients, each process he applied, each dish he cooked, how it tasted and his thoughts as to why he got that particular taste, odor, and appearance.

And when Shirou got into the zone there was very little that could bring him out of his concentration, no matter whether it was Magecraft, cooking, or simply homework.

For his fourteenth birthday Dietrich did a pretty solid attempt of convincing his apprentice to celebrate it at a restaurant for a change but, for the most part, failed. As a compromise, Shirou decided to go out with Shinji the day before the main celebration: by then he was reasonably sure that putting Sakura in one room with her brother when it wasn't absolutely necessary was not a very good idea. Actually, Sakura pretty much never spoke of her family and when she did her emotions where mixed at best.

So they went out. Shinji somehow got a pair of classmates to go with them, rented out a karaoke and smuggled some booze inside. There was something fascinating about how his friend just plowed on in complete disregard for what would make Shirou himself comfortable. All the more impressive because it was actually his birthday. Overall it was weird, awkward and quite a bit embarrassing when they had to leave and Shinji was swaying on his feet (somehow, Emiya kept the girls from drinking anything beyond one sip which only led to Matou getting even more drunk). Thankfully for Shirou, the party had lasted several hours and Avalon helped combat the slow trickle of alcohol: he couldn't let the other boy drink all of it or he'd have to carry his drunk friend back to his household. And he didn't want to see just why Sakura was that scared of her grandfather.

The main celebration was the next day, which happened to be a weekend. As Shirou didn't remember anything form his early childhood, his birthday held a more symbolic significance – his father and him could think of nothing better than to place it on the day he was found in the fire.

Sakura had arrived about three hours in advance, having brought a dress with her. In that quiet manner she possessed, the girl donned an apron and assisted Shirou with practiced ease. The cake had been made the day before but everything else needed to be either warm or fresh by the point the other guests arrived (it took a fair bit of convincing to make sure Taiga didn't show up early and gobble up all the food into that bottomless interdimensional rift she called her stomach).

As is often the norm for celebrations in Japan, they cooked meat. To show off, Shirou had picked pleskavitsa as the main course – a sort of traditional Serbian patty, made from processed meat, onions, hard cheese and fresh basil.

His friend tsk-ed as she tried to chop the cheese into tiny, equal cubes.

"This is... annoying, senpai. I know the knife is sharp but it doesn't cut."

"You shouldn't use an ordinary knife for cheese. Because the surface is completely flat it creates a sort of suction and gets stuck. Try a knife with a saw-like blade, the one we sometimes use for small bones? It's on the right."

The girl laughed in embarrassment, pouted and her cheeks went slightly pink:

"And just when I thought I had you beat at Western foods, senpai."

Her tone was light and teasing but Shirou's reply was level and direct, as was his habit when he was working.

"Honestly, I think you have better intuition for cooking than me. But that's irrelevant, Sakura: you are good for an amateur but if you want to move beyond that level, you need to keep a journal detailing what kind of ingredients you use, how much, what type of processing you subject them to. We've been through this. Your family is rich, right? Get a camera and a tripod, record how you cook so you can fast-forward later."

Sakura actually giggled at this.

"You forget most Magi don't use electronics. If my grandfather still has a heart he might have a heart attack. And you don't use a camera, senpai."

"I have very good memory. I just record everything after I'm done cooking. But I do use a kitchen scale, even when I think I can guess the right quantity and a timer for all the baking, boiling and cooking and stuff. Improvement requires experimentation."

Sakura just shook her head and kept working, speaking up again only after a couple minutes of relative silence passed.

"Here, the cheese is done. You know, I envy you, senpai. You approach Magecraft exactly the same way, don't you? Always dragging a huge journal to lessons, reference books… double-checking everything Dietrich teaches us. You actually made Tohsaka-senpai study more than she did by herself, you know that? She doesn't say anything but I think she's mad that you have somehow got access to the Clock Tower."

"She really shouldn't be. Not like I want to be there: it's a necessity."

"Which only makes her more mad. But I think it's good for her: she told me she has already finished the basic curriculum that that priest had for her and is now working more on Elemental Mysteries."

"Good. She will need it soon."

"We need to tell her."

Stopping the process of mixing the mincemeat with the other ingredients, Shirou sighed.

"Look, we've been through this, alright? I personally don't see a problem with telling her the truth but Dietrich thinks it will be too much. Her father gave her life, sacrificed his family, left a mansion and a household in the hands of the man who probably had him killed – and for what? Right now she thinks it was to reach the Root. I'm not the biggest expert on psychology but isn't it what keeps her going? Should we tell her that is was all a great joke and the only way the Grail would fulfill such a wish would be by wiping a couple cities off the map to gather the necessary energy?"

Sakura was looking at her clasped hands, refusing to look Shirou in the eye. Her answer came in such a small voice that somebody less observant wouldn't have caught it.

"He was my father too, you know."

The boy rubbed the bridge of his nose in what had become a bad habit of his. Was it too much to think that at least on his birthday his life would be free of curveballs and complications.

"I had my suspicions. You two smell almost the same."

This time Sakura had no problem with meeting his eyes: she looked at him for a few seconds, completely flabbergasted, and then laughed heartily.

"Do we? Who needs paternity tests when you have Shirou Emiya and his magical nose."

The boy couldn't help but cringe: it was bad enough Tohsaka had been making fun of the way he perceived Mana but to have Sakura join in too…

"No, no, I'm sorry, senpai. It is kind of a sore point but what's in the past is in the past."

And she smiled a smile that didn't reach her eyes.

Right... I'd need to braindead and mindfucked to believe her. But that is a topic I'm not bringing up today. Maybe not ever.

Dietrich was out doing some sort of ‘preparations' and Tohsaka was the next to arrive with Issei hot on her heels.

"I'm telling you, if you actually got involved even an evil witch like you could do some good… I mean, what is the point of being the best in your grade if you plan to go into family business after school?"

"I could ask you the very same thing, Issei-kun."

"No, no, no! Don't try to turn this around, you vixen! I want to become a monk to inspire and help people! A student council president is a good preparation for that and what good of an inspiration would I be if my grades weren't one of the best? And I tutor and help other students. What is it that your family does, anyway?"

"Mainly, owns land."

"How the hell is that even a job? It's like saying you grow grass for a living."

It was at this point that they stepped into the main room and Shirou greeted his friends from kitchen:

"Hi, Issei, Tohsaka. Can't you two cut it out? At least today? Please?"

At least, his guests had the good manners to blush and apologize.

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Eye of the Sword – First Day, Second Night (part 2)
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Опубликовано: 08.05.2016

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