From her perpesptic, we're basically all the worst aspects of the last war combined. Needless to say, we're probably not going to ally with her anytime soon.
..................Thats sound like NTR, but yuri, and in many steps. Not sure if Shirou need more suffering and trauma as it is. 😅
*half-sleep rambling*We should go fil in Rin's "defenceless" avenue, to shore up her defences, and maybe have caster teach her something or help with the bejeweled knife. This is just me who love that route ending, and hate how fics like "In Flight" ruined that.
Seriously though , i want Shirou to solve Saber-Mordred fights by sharing "mana transfering" with them, so that their aggression can be channeled into more, 'healthy' and productive avenue. For the lol. All the 'darkness' and 'angst' of Nasuverse must be balanced out with funni and good ol' harem protag skills EX+
Seriously though , i want Shirou to solve Saber-Mordred fights by sharing "mana transfering" with them, so that their aggression can be channeled into more, 'healthy' and productive avenue. For the lol. All the 'darkness' and 'angst' of Nasuverse must be balanced out with funni and good ol' harem protag skills EX+
At this point, I don't think the "Gas Leaks" cover up will work anymore.
It's 2004. Internet is spreading pretty well, seeing that by December 2003 there were over 700 million users worldwide. MySpace and older Social Networks are well established.
By this point, many cellphones have integrated photo and even video-cameras. And Japanese news media may have footage before the Holy Church can censor it.
It's the beginning of the era of instant communication. A terrible time to have a "secret" Magic War....which already started far more flashy than the previous one.
"I want to, Caster." You reply, fighting everything you had ever been taught growing up by meeting her gaze eye to eye. "I want to trust you, and I want to know you. I couldn't care less about you being my servant, I didn't want to be part of this war. But I am now. But you being a spirit, or a servant… or whatever term people want to use, does not change the fact that I just want to help you." You cross your arms, frowning. "And anyone else for that matter that needs my help. This whole… war seems barely controlled."
"Mast-" Caster begins.
"I wasn't finished," you interrupt. "I can't tell you, I want to Caster, I really do. But I can't tell you about it, not now. I trust you, and I would hope you trust me. But… I can't tell you where I learned my magecraft." You let out a sigh and drop your arms. "Sakura, Taiga, you, Rin, Ayako… Too many people, too quickly. These days have been a blur that I've barely kept up with. And now there is Illya as well and I've lost my home. I'll help everyone I can, and I don't care what I have to do to make that happen."
"... Illya?" Caster asks.
You blink, then realize you never actually gave out her name previously. "The sister I didn't know I had, that's another thing I've been having to think about." You shake your head, looking back towards Caster, the woman studying you with a blank expression. "I want to know you, Caster, and I want you to trust me. But you have your own secrets, and I have mine." You think Kiritsugu would be happy, you keeping a secret of Magecraft hidden. It was one of the few things he had bothered to hammer into your head repeatedly. "I won't ask you to tell me yours, just that you understand that I have my own as well."
Too many people were getting hurt, too quickly. You didn't know how to react to any of it fast enough. You needed time to think, to learn, to study to… figure this whole thing out. You needed answers, and in your distraction you had managed to let slip something that had hurt Caster as well. Of course… you were keeping far more from her than just the source of your Magecraft. You didn't give a damn about the promise you made to Circe, whether it was a Geas or a curse you couldn't tell. But you couldn't take the risk either.
Mayhaps Sakura would, but you weren't going to drop that on her either, she had enough to worry about. Far too much for that matter, and like Caster you would help her however you could. But for now… "I'm sorry if you feel that you can't trust me." You finish.
Caster stares at you, saying nothing for several moments. It was almost otherworldly, the elfin woman standing in the midst of so much luxury, her light blue hair glittering in the overpowered fluorescent lighting coming from above. Caster was beautiful, you had never once doubted that, but it was a cold beauty, one that rarely showed feeling beyond anger. You were rather good at reading people, you tended to trust too easily, and you also sometimes… offended, with your attitude, but you were good at reading people. Caster… wasn't someone you were able to read.
"So be it," Caster says.
You wait for her to continue, or do… anything for that matter, but instead she simply walks past you and out the door, leaving you all on your lonesome once more.
…
That could have gone better.
But, you suppose it could have also gone worse. What you would give for things to be normal… or at the very least for the people you cared about to not be in dange-
"Trouble in paradise?" a soft voice asks, just behind your right ear.
You leap forward on instinct, then spin around to see… the brown haired woman that had been hanging around Taiga. She had her hands behind her back and was leaning forward, giving you an invitation you… decided not to accept. Instead you were more concerned with how she got in the room without you noticing.
The woman blinks, then straightens up, smiling from ear to ear. "Oh, did I scare you? Sorry."
"... It's fine," you reply. "I didn't hear you enter."
The woman smiles just a touch wider, "I know. I just wanted to ask you a question, something… I'm curious about."
You straighten up. "Yes?"
"Taiga, what is she to you exactly?" the woman asks. Hand moving to push back a lock of hair. She had by far the longest you had ever seen… perhaps barring the purple haired woman who had kidnapped you just the other da-
What even were you days lately?
"Taiga? She's my guardian," you reply, something confused by the question. "She took care of me when my father died, and I've been taking care of her as well."
The woman moves a finger to her chin. "You aren't related?"
… You don't know where this conversation is going, but. "No. We're not related."
She grins. "Thank you, that's all I wanted to know~" Then she turns to leave.
"Wait, who are you?" you ask.
The woman pauses in her walking, looking back towards you. "Servant Assassin, pleased to make your acquaintance." Then she slips out the door.
You were fairly certain it hadn't opened since Caster left, which meant she either entered another way… or she had been in your room the entire time.
You weren't sure which made you more uncomfortable…
In any case, assassins. Hardly what you would call a 'heroic' type of spirit. But then, you couldn't do much in the way of judging or understanding at the moment.
…
You could deal with the Holy Grail War tomorrow, you didn't even much want to train at the moment. You just wanted to sleep. Walking over to the wall you flip the switch for the light off, then pulling off your shirt you make your way over to the bed. It's… plush, and deep, and an experimental press by your hand tells you that it would likely suck you in like quicksand and never let you out. It was western, and it was far, far too luxurious for your liking.
With a sigh, you lift yourself up and onto it. Resigning to yourself that you would likely be getting little sle-
—
Shirou dreamt.
Also, a shorter chapter my apologies, but ya'll got two oneshots in a row.
You wait for her to continue, or do… anything for that matter, but instead she simply walks past you and out the door, leaving you all on your lonesome once more.
Walking over to the wall you flip the switch for the light off, then pulling off your shirt you make your way over to the bed. It's… plush, and deep, and an experimental press by your hand tells you that it would likely suck you in like quicksand and never let you out. It was western, and it was far, far too luxurious for your liking.
A Medea dream might not be such a bad idea either. It would give Shirou a bigger frame of reference to work with on trying to get a read on Caster. Would fit too from a storytelling perspective.
