Anything with Shirou and Taiga
The first of multiple Fate sidestories I'll be writing on vacation. These are all canon.
Sadly, they haven't interacted in a fair bit for me to fit a sidestory, but have some Taiga content regardless.
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*Taiga POV*
"He's going to get himself killed and there's not a damn thing I can do about it." I say, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I hardly recognized myself, so covered in bandages.
"He is rather dedicated, I will admit," Mata Hari says quietly, I glance to the side to see the woman sitting in my recliner with a book on her lap. "But isn't that one of his charm points?"
"Yes, a charm point, getting repeatedly kidnapped and nearly dying once a die. That's a charm point." I grouse.
"Well it seems to be working on those around him," Mata Hari replies, smiling.
I didn't like that smile. I didn't much like the woman either. She was useful, but she reminded me way too damn much of some that Grandfather kept around. I had half a mind to sit down with Shirou and have
him sort the boy out. But all
he cared about was sumo.
Why was every man in my life useless?
It was…
I groan, placing a hand to my face and shaking my head. "What's he doing tomorrow?"
"His girlfriend hasn't been responding lately, so he's going to be looking into that," Mata Hari replies, idly looking at her nails. "It should be a rather simple day, though I haven't looked into Mitsuzuri as of yet."
"I'm still not used to him dating."
"Well, they haven't gone on a
date yet, but yes." Mata Hari replies with an impish smile. "They are rather adorable together I must sa-" Mata Hari closes her lips, her eyes glinting. "Oh? Do you not approve?"
"I'm… surprised. They were
friends, but I never knew she looked at him that way."
"Teenagers tend to be rather…" Mata Hari waggles her fingers. "Daring."
I stand there for a moment, staring at her. Then look towards the door. "It's none of my business, least he's not dating Tohsaka, he had been making eyes at her for years."
A hand brushes my shoulder, and Mata Hari skips past me. She spins around, hands clasped behind her back, a grin on her face. "Is that jealousy, my dear master?"
"Jealousy over… what?" I ask carefully.
"Oh, your
darling little brother being taken away from you, constantly in danger and not involving you. Trapped in the clutches of oh so many beautiful women. Why, he may just stop being your little brother… or…" Mata Hari leans closer. "Was he… something else?"
"... No."
"You paused~" Mata Hari replies.
"And I'm
about to
punch if you don't make yourself vacant."
Mata Hari smiles, then vanishes, the only thing remaining of her being the sweet perfume. I stare at the spot she vacated, then look towards the mirror and groan.
Why did everything have to change?
