Fate/Inheritance

[Night]

"Haaaa~… Such an eventful day…" I sighed ruefully as I sat on the edge of Sake's bed while gazing at one of the two moons visible at the room's only window.

Absentmindedly, I stroked Sake's hair gently and lovingly as I briefly gazed at her sleeping (n.a.k.e.d) form, a locket visible in between her cleavage is reflecting a single tear that had fallen when we were doing the deed. Noticing the contented smile on her face, a pang of guilt had appeared on my heart only to be crushed with a new resolve in my heart.

'She must not meet him…'

As my gaze returned to look up at the beautiful moon outside, I pulled out a particular item from my item box. As I gaze on it, memories of what happened at the whole day silently occupied my mind.

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After scaring the adventurer's away with what has been left of Yamada and the coldest face I can muster, I returned into my attention at the rustle of the other tent and saw Sake and her son coming out. Seeing her tearstained face, a strong pang of guilt and my body almost rushed at her to 'save' her of what may had been hurting her, only to be crushed by my sheer instinct and rationality that I am one of the reasons she is in pain, no matter how small it is.

Due to my sudden spike of emotion, it seems that my face reflected a painful sight when Sake looked at me with those tearstained eyes worryingly. 'Silly woman.' I mentally thought.

[Sorry there, kid.] EMIYA's voice echoed from 'his' Reality Marble. [It seems that I underestimated how deep this 'synchronization' of ours go than what we discussed.]

Shaking my head and saying I'm fine, I approached them as I smiled at her only for me to freeze again when a thought suddenly creeped in my head.

If this is seen in a modern perspective, I just had beaten up her son who had been brainwashed by some crazed maniac only to wrestle the guy's control on him returning him to his sanity and now confronting him as his savior and at the same time his… foster father-in-law.

'Crap! Someone halp me!' I mentally cried out. Countless scenarios and stories was quickly reviewed in my head of every form of literature and real life samples I had heard, read and watched. Yet all was scrapped when I realized I was only addicted to a select few movies and majority of them were light/web novels, manga (and some from the Korean and Chinese kind), and anime. Yet somehow a hentai about some kid whose dad returned years later with a woman wormed inside my head. Shaking my head to erase such blasphemous thoughts, I secretly blamed again the internet and ignored the boisterous laugh of a certain Hound of Ulster and returned to what is happening on hand.

"…Ano, William-san are you ok? Were you listening?" I shook my head as the half-blooded oni called out of concern while finally not bewildered at the blatant use of a 'very' similar use of Japanese suffix (which had actually been one of my weirdest concern since coming to this world). Remembering that I did not know the guy's name, I remembered his blades history and one of the names carved dearly on it popped in my head, Akaze.

"Then… as I was saying William-san… please take care of my mother." The guy said while bowing gracefully akin to a perfect Japanese citizen… wait, what?

It seems I have been freezing mentally lately as his words crawled on my head and what does it means. While noting that my face had somehow been easily readable lately also, I somehow felt that it is EMIYA's fault again only to hear his cry of protest. Awkwardly, my mind quickly rebooted as I noticed Sake's blushing face as her eyes averted and refused to look at me.

Scratching the back of my head awkwardly (which I will later notice how I damn acted like a certain Faker again), I looked at Akaze as I noticed the resolute look he have, and disgust? Making a double-take, I did not mistake the emotion I felt from him as a huge fountain of depression seems to crash on my heart when I noticed it.

So he just felt being forced to give her mother away because he is already an undead huh, naturallyit'sbecauseIamsouselessandtooyoungforbeingsomeonelikeafatherandwouldbeashittyhus– [SNAP OUT OF IT BOZU (kid)!!!!]

"Waaaaaaa!" I embarrassingly and childishly cried out as Big Bro Cú sudden shout startled me making Akaze, Sake and Yamada (who had finally snapped out) looked at me with bewilderment. I mentally thanked him as I weirdly noticed that the parent and child had stepped back.

[You were releasing that crazy assed amount of depression there kid, that was honestly scary even for me.] Grimacing at what Big Bro Cú's words I awkwardly apologized to them due to that. To think my bottled up otaku depression spilled out… was that even a word?

"Sorry, my detection of sensing other people's emotion had become sharper lately and I felt…" I said awkwardly as my gaze contacted with Akaze's eyes only to avoid it and I tried to scratch the back of my head only to stop when the realization that I copied another habit of EMIYA.

"Ahh… I understand, it seems you felt my sense of repulsion." Akaze said waving his hand as if placating me. Noticing the shock and betrayal his mother is giving him, he quickly became fl.u.s.tered and explained quickly.

"Sorry, sorry, I am actually repulsed… by the state of my body." He said grimacing at the undead state he had. Nodding in understanding, if I can relate to the memories that is popping in my head, undeadification is truly a very unpleasant state especially to those who were forced to be turned into one.

"Then… let me ask you a question." I said seriously, seeing him nod I continued my words.

"Do you have any regrets… especially now that you had met your mother?" When my words left my mouth, I saw him grimace in pain and sorrow while he looked at his mother for a long time. Closing his eyes, he basked in his memories for a bit and when he opened them, he looked seriously at me.

"Yes… I do have three particularly strong ones." Akaze said seriously, gesturing him to continue he said to us.

"One, This state my body has sullies the very son of the Oni Princess of the royal oni clan, Ten-I Sake and the great Hero of Momentum, Edward Norton." With those words a missing piece finally felled on me, no wonder when w–no when I was fighting the one controlling him, he kept on accelerating, it might had been connected to his father's and his unique skill. Also princess? The realization dawned in me a second, I fu–I quickly stopped myself from continuing those thoughts especially when a physical part of me quickly straightened in attention ('Down Boy! Down!')

"Second, I…I feel regret heavily... that I was not strong enough to protect my father and mother… especially now father is…" I grimaced at those words as I looked at him who is now looking despondently on the ground. It seems the death of his father weight heavily on the guy, and when I imagined I am on his shoes, Kiritsugu's peaceful death pulled out of my head (helpfully) making me grimace.

"Third… and lastly, I– I… Hate this…shameful meeting of my mother… I wished… truly wished…to had reunited with my mother in a more proper reception and… alive." With those words he started crying as he leaned on Sake's shoulder for comfort while Sake hugged him tenderly while tears also fell on her eyes… Is there really no other way? I asked the occupants of my very soul.

[His soul is already corrupted and broken boy, no matter how I sense that his soul still has that… purity… it is already stained by that twisted corruption from that bastard.] Big Bro Cú's words stabbed my heart further as the words of EMIYA echoed in my head.

[There are methods to save him… yet they contain various side-effects on which the boy would surely abhor. Unless he wants to turn into a much worse creature like a Dead Apostle or possess a soul using a puppet made by a certain Sealing Designate, the Puppet Mistress. Only the Third Magic, Heaven's Feel will save and revive him with no consequences and surely you cannot acquire such Sorcery currently.] Hearing his words, the metaphysical swords I felt further skewered my heart in pain as I looked at the two mother and son as even the two Mystic Codes in me voiced out their helplessness on the current situation.

I looked at Akaze's eyes as our gaze met and his resolute eyes crushed in me like a dam.

"Please…kill me… I don't want to live like this…stay like this while I felt the malice seeping out of my body to kill those who is alive. Even now that I am in control I can barely manage to hold myself from attacking everyone." His words finally nailing in to the coffin as memories flood in me… EMIYA's memories.

'So… this would had been my end if I continued my seeking of the Grail huh… Thank you…and Sorry… Shirou.' A pale golden haired girl smiled serenely at him as her black mask fell, revealing the set of pale amber eyes turning back into green and dispersed into ambient prana.

'A-archer why!!!' A twin-tailed girl's cry as a long sword stabbed through her, killing her and the red-haired teen behind her, who is sporting a warped and anguished look as the corruption of the Grail attached to him.

'Senpai!' A white haired girl smiled serenely at him as her red eyes tearfully looked at the warped face of the Counter Guardian, c.a.r.e.s.sing his face lovingly as the traced Excalibur wiped out her existence.

'Onii-chan…hold my hand please.' A little white haired girl cooingly said while smiling cheerfully at him… as the corrupted grail had already warped her lower body into twisted meaty protrusions. His right hand shakenly held a reinforced Bakuya as he futilely tried to resist Alaya's hold on him. Countless repetitive memories tried to flood me till I strongly willed them to stop. As I gaze at my shaking hands, I secretly yelled at the deepest end of my psyche about this sensation I am feeling for the first time right now.

I… I cannot… blame EMIYA when I kept having those flashbacks and only pity and remorse fill my heart as I am placed now in a similar position on him… a similar and painful position that I can even have a room for choice, which is truly painful as my pragmatic self say to me to do it. Yet… truly a hero's mercy is what I can do for if I run away, that is similar for me throwing him into the pits of hell. With those thoughts, my body suddenly relaxed. My heart hardened and felt cold as the mentality of the janitor of humanity itself washed on me.

"Very well…" I coldly said as my gaze looked at his eyes as I perused the metaphysical library of weaponry on EMIYA's Reality Marble as I checked for any armaments that will leave him with a painless death when suddenly...

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Omake: Tracing something… (1)

"Very well…" I coldly said as my gaze looked at his eyes as I perused the metaphysical library of weaponry on EMIYA's Reality Marble as I checked for any armaments that will leave him with a painless death when suddenly...

A post-apocalyptic flame thrower appeared on my hands as its flames burst in green hell-like fervor. The past owners' intent and experience flowed into me instantly as my eyes turned red and a green haze erupted on my body, my sanity slipping in as a powerful primal instinct took over me as my body increased in muscle mass and...

"WAAGGGHHH!!! Lemme burn ya! You git!" I voiced out with maddened and berserk favar!

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A.N: … Ok that was a long hiatus (again). I can list various reasoning and majority of you will only dump them into the 'author's' bullshit section so I will rephrase them eloquently and simple as possible. After months of soul searching (and procrastinating) I realized that the world follows its own game and I, someone who always want to wing it or has his own personal groove will always get f.u.c.k.e.d up… unless I had a Luck Stat of EX that is. So I, as idiotic as myself had again realized it super late that I need to follow the world's scenario, that I will only be given 24 hours daily, and those hours will be cut further from sleep, school, daily rituals(eating, bath, etc.) and any f.u.c.k.e.d up random variable that will come out. I also want to thank the ever awesome mushroom who made the great Fate series about the line Mozart said to Mash at the France Singularity (to those players out there in the know) that made me damn wake up and start moving again.

Also to a certain commentating EOU, no, I ain't gonna drop the novel. Even if I have a shitty schedule right now, or I keep on having hiatus due to various reasons, I won't drop this thing. The guilt will kill me if I stop.

I'll post this Sunday cause I'll be busy for my exams.