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Elf
March 19th, 2011, 04:48 AM
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, Type-Moon and Nasu does.

Author’s Notes: This story might rape the Nasuverse cannon more than a little. Also, be forewarned, this story is greatly inspired by 80’s buddy cop movies like “Lethal Weapon”. So expect lots of violence, things blowing up, fights, witty dialogue, and maybe some questionable adult content at latter venues. If you’re expecting the heavy drama of “Steel and Cherry Blossoms” you won’t find it here.


The Hound and the Blacksmith
The First Tale: The Hound and the Blacksmith
By Elf

Prologue
In Which Things Are (Somewhat) Explained

London, England







There will be a massacre.

Archer gritted his teeth as his empty hands curled and uncurled, itching for the feel of leather and steel between palms and fingers. A deep breath was drawn in, but the urge for blades was not quelled. Yet he stood there, silently watching the proceedings. However if one wrong word was uttered blood would be spilled.

The proceedings were like sharks circling as if blood had been spilled, the slightest sign of weakness would bring on a frenzy. Magi from around the world were gathered, watching sharply for signs of weakness and ready to pounce. Their prey had something they all wanted either it be her lands, her magical talent to improve their own dying blood lines, or to sate their own lusts on her gorgeous, youthful form.

Tohsaka Rin stood proudly though, even though he knew well enough that she was terrified. The Mage’s Association was judging her on the events of what had happened during the Fifth Grail War. Archer figured they were full of questions, after all one Servant had been made corporeal and was now the CEO of a multi-billion dollar corporation, two were made living flesh and blood again, and a living prana furnace was fueling another to keep from burning herself out. Then there was the fact that world had almost ended, the Third Magic had been realized and a bastardized version of the Second battled a twisted version of the Third, and there was a small matter of a Sealer being murdered by the War’s Moderator.

Archer had a feeling that they were going to pass judgment and give Rin “options”. If that happens, they’re all dead.

“Now, boy the Association might be a giant mess, but it’s in no need of a cleaner yet,” a deep, rolling male voice with a heavy Germanic accent said from behind him.

He spun around and felt his eyes widen to the point where he swore they were going to bulge from their sockets. The speaker was shorter than Archer with grey hair and a sharply trimmed beard. His features were angular with a squared jaw and a hawk like nose and he wore a necklace with precious gems and had two rings on each hand. Black robes fell to the floor, finishing the picture perfect image of the ancient Magician before him.

“Zelretch,” Archer whispered with a shake of his head.

Eyes like the rubies in his necklace met Archer’s as a slow smile spread across his face. “No Lord Marshall, Shirou?” Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg asked with a slight smile.

Archer folded his arms across his chest and said, “You’re use to magi bowing and scraping at your feet in half fear and half respect. I’d wager you’re annoyed about it after a couple of centuries.”

“True,” Zelretch said, “However, you’re close to a Wizard yourself, or at least damned good proof that the Third and Second still exist.”

Archer swallowed and said, “Ilya wasn’t trying to bring me back as well.”

“I think the von Einzbern homunculus just wanted her ‘Onii-chan’ alive and happy. She did house your soul in her. If anyone knew you, it was her,” Zelretch replied.

“What are you doing here, Old Man? Waiting to see what sentence they pass on Rin?” Archer replied as he smothered the anger at the Wizard’s words.

Zelretch lifted one rather bushy eyebrow and answered, “And the resulting massacre because someone’s too overprotective, yet doesn’t have the cajones to makes a confession.”

It’s not that obvious, Archer thought as he looked to where Rin was standing. She looked so small and so alone in the center of magi who were sitting in archaic chairs while she stood. The red suit she was wearing was a bit awkward on her slim frame and her long, raven hair was pulled back into a heavy bun. The image was so different than the one he was use to with his former Master. An urge to run up to her, pull her hair free and carry her from her accusers was even stronger than the one to take swords in hand.

Then again, Tohsaka Rin has always proven to be a weak spot for me after she Summons me, Archer thought. His eyes narrowed at the Wizard and he said, “That’s really none of your business.”

“Honestly, I’d never think that anyone of Nagato’s line would have came as far as she had, but given a few decades there might be a new Master of the second,” Zelretch said with a shake of his head, “Not to mention the Servant she Summons happens to be from an alternate reality as well.”

Archer gritted his teeth and said, “All that magic won’t mean a thing if they take it from her or worse.”

“Which is why I’m here,” Zelretch said as he reached out to pat Archer’s shoulder, “I’m going to save my most promising apprentice and mess with the Association. This is what I call a good day.”

He blinked as the ancient Dead Apostle started to move past him. He met the man’s crimson eyes and said, “You’re not what I expected.”

“And you need to stop brooding,” Zelretch said before moving towards the group of magi assembled as they were about to pass sentence on Rin.


Fuyuki City, Japan






“So, you didn’t have to kill anyone, did you, Archer?” Misty violet eyes looked up with the tiniest hint of a smile before a lock of matching hair was tucked behind an ear.

Archer shook his head as he lifted the steaming pot of tea. He said, “No, Rin had an unexpected benefactor. Wizard Marshall Zelretch stood up for her, offered to take on some apprentices, and then Rin’s lands and . . . herself were forgotten.”

Matou Sakura pushed her teacup towards him and sighed, her slim shoulders drooping. She shook her head and asked, “What happened?”

“A couple of single male magi from prosperous families needing heirs were eyeing her more than she was comfortable with,” Archer said with a shake of his head.

Sakura reached out and patted his hand. She said, “Thank you for going with her. I was afraid what would have happened if I would have asked Lancer to go.”

“Lancer was just wanting to go in case of the slight chance he got to fight anyone,” Archer said with a snort and a shake of his head. He held the tea pot steady as he filled both of their cups, the aromatic steam filling the room and his nostrils. The sweet smell relaxed tense muscles and the practice of pouring tea was almost as meditative as brewing it from the leaf.

Sakura’s eyes gleamed as she grinned while picking up the pot of sugar and said, “That’s why I asked you, well, and your feelings for Nee-san are pretty obvious.”

Archer sighed and asked, “Why do people keep telling me that?”

“Maybe because I’ve found happiness with Sempai I want the man who helped save me happy too,” Sakura said with a smile, “And maybe having a boyfriend might calm Nee-san down.”

He chuckled and asked, “How is the punk?”

“And I thought I hated myself,” Sakura said with a shake of her head, “He’s going well. You know, maybe you and Nee-san should come over for dinner.”

He smiled and said, “I’d think that might be a good idea.”

“And you’d better make tea,” Sakura said with a grin.

He said, “Of course, the kid’s still at the point of using teabags.”

“And you know how Nee-san reacts to tea from a teabag,” Sakura said with a lopsided grin, “She thinks she’s hiding the fact that her eyes narrow and her nose curls, but it’s pretty obvious. Not to mention it scares Sempai.”

He replied, “Hell, it scares me.”

“Well, you were Sempai,” Sakura said with a soft smile as her eyes met his.

Archer sighed and said, “Yeah, I know. Don’t remind me.”

“Now it’s time for the brooding and cynicism. You know, maybe you need to do something other than being Nee-san’s Servant,” Sakura said as she stirred some cream in her tea.

Archer asked, “So, what does a former Counter Guardian and Servant do?”

“I might have an idea,” Sakura said as she lifted her tea cup to her lips.

Now there is an Index!
Part 1a (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/176-The-Hound-and-the-Blacksmith?p=8090&viewfull=1#post8090]Prologue[/url]%3Cbr%20/%3E[url=)
Part 1b (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/176-The-Hound-and-the-Blacksmith?p=18156&viewfull=1#post18156)
Part 2 (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/176-The-Hound-and-the-Blacksmith?p=26116&viewfull=1#post26116)
Part 3 (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/176-The-Hound-and-the-Blacksmith?p=35974&viewfull=1#post35974)
Part 4 (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/176-The-Hound-and-the-Blacksmith?p=37644&viewfull=1#post37644)
Part 4 (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/176-The-Hound-and-the-Blacksmith?p=46257&viewfull=1#post46257) (Yes, there are two part 4)
Part 5 (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/176-The-Hound-and-the-Blacksmith?p=50608&viewfull=1#post50608)
Part 6 (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/176-The-Hound-and-the-Blacksmith?p=74069&viewfull=1#post74069)
Part 7 (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/176-The-Hound-and-the-Blacksmith?p=90873&viewfull=1#post90873)
Part 8 (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/176-The-Hound-and-the-Blacksmith?p=131380&viewfull=1#post131380)
Part 9 (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/176-The-Hound-and-the-Blacksmith?p=372021&viewfull=1#post372021)
Part 10 (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/176-The-Hound-and-the-Blacksmith?p=388742&viewfull=1#post388742)
Part 11 (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/176-The-Hound-and-the-Blacksmith?p=417463&viewfull=1#post417463)
Part 12 (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/176-The-Hound-and-the-Blacksmith?p=485747&viewfull=1#post485747)
Part 13 (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/176-The-Hound-and-the-Blacksmith?p=507633&viewfull=1#post507633)
Part 14 (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/176-The-Hound-and-the-Blacksmith?p=542059&viewfull=1#post542059)
]Part 15 (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/176-The-Hound-and-the-Blacksmith?p=549267&viewfull=1#post549267%22[URL=%22http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/176-The-Hound-and-the-Blacksmith?p=549267&viewfull=1#post549267[/URL)
Part 16 (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/176-The-Hound-and-the-Blacksmith?p=713960&viewfull=1#post713960)
Part 17 (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/176-The-Hound-and-the-Blacksmith?p=750993&viewfull=1#post750993)
Part 18 (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/176-The-Hound-and-the-Blacksmith?p=887530&viewfull=1#post887530)

Omake 1, by Kratosirving (after Pt. 4.1) (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/176-The-Hound-and-the-Blacksmith?p=44044&viewfull=1#post44044)

Kratosirving
March 19th, 2011, 07:12 AM
Oh Christ, you are not going to do what I think you are going to do.

Great opening prologue Elf. Jeez, you rock Kotomine and Zelretch damned good, and the little wordplay between Archer and Sakura is nice too.

Btw, when are you going to change your title back to 'Mistress of Porn'? It doesn't feel right if you don't have that up.

Kieran
March 19th, 2011, 07:43 AM
Man's got a point about your title, Mistress. :)

Yay, something a little cheerier - though I suspect that if Lancer portrays the "wacky one," I'm going to want to smack him a few times . . .

Kratosirving
March 19th, 2011, 07:45 AM
Lancer as Mel Gibson...

...Nope, I can't imagine it. I'd blow my own brains out first. Although, if Archer coins "I'm too old for this shit" I'll be alright somehow.

ItsaRandomUsername
March 19th, 2011, 11:39 AM
*FAVORITED*

It's finally being written, oh YESSSSS... let's see more of this.
Maybe this means Fairy Tale will be receiving an update as well?

Elf
March 19th, 2011, 12:24 PM
Man's got a point about your title, Mistress. :)

Yay, something a little cheerier - though I suspect that if Lancer portrays the "wacky one," I'm going to want to smack him a few times . . .

LOL, I fixed the title, see? I'm once again the Mistress.

I needed to write something cheerier, and a more cheerful Sakura's a lot of fun too. Plus I finally get to write Lancer. You know how excited I am about that?

Lancer's not going to be "wacky" in the way that Riggs was. He's going to be the impulsive one who's a massive skirt chaser while Archer's the "straight man" and the responsible one.

Chances are, they're probably going to end up a lot like Angel and Spike in season five. I'm not quite sure yet, we'll just have to see.

Kratosirving
March 19th, 2011, 12:55 PM
Maybe this means Fairy Tale will be receiving an update as well?


I second this motion. I'm going to have to drown out all the "MAKE RIN/ARCHER PORN" that goes through her head, but damnit, just like Shirou dreaming of being a hero I'ma try hard to accomplish it.

Ivan The Mouse
March 19th, 2011, 01:23 PM
Shirou is told to stay in the kitchen.


Oh god, I could see where this is going.

Garlak
March 19th, 2011, 02:53 PM
http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs37/f/2008/284/8/b/DOUBLE_K___pardon_our_dust_by_captainosaka.jpg

... I've been posting that picture a lot lately. :cool:


Please say there's more? Is the next part going to skip right to Archer and Lancer's first case, maybe in media res, or is there going to be more set-up and such? Are people from other Type-Moon works going to appear? Are they going to clash, or ally, or be rivals to Touko's investigation agency?


Shirou is told to stay in the kitchen.

... So long as he stays the hell away from the tea though, right? At least until he's learned how to brew it decently.

ItsaRandomUsername
March 19th, 2011, 03:20 PM
Don't forget Kevin Sorbo!Berserker. AWESOMENESS WILL HAPPEN.

Have fun with this one, Elf!

Kratosirving
March 19th, 2011, 03:25 PM
Don't forget Kevin Sorbo!Berserker. AWESOMENESS WILL HAPPEN.

Have fun with this one, Elf!

You asked for Mr. Man? Well than, I'll put him up than, thanks for reminding me of it, IRUn.

Garlak
March 19th, 2011, 03:30 PM
You asked for Mr. Man? Well than, I'll put him up than, thanks for reminding me of it, IRUn.

Urge... to post... DOUBLE K picture again... rising...

ItsaRandomUsername
March 19th, 2011, 03:32 PM
I know how ya feel, man.

Erlkonig
March 20th, 2011, 09:30 AM
Good cop, Bad cop? Or double bad cop?

Theunderbolt
March 20th, 2011, 12:09 PM
For some reason i imagine the interrogation scene in The Other Guys where Archer is playing Bad Cop and Lancer is supposed to be the Good Cop but ends ups being a another bad cop.

Elf
March 21st, 2011, 12:07 AM
The Hound and the Blacksmith
The First Case
Part One: The Hound


The air had a nice crispness to it that felt achingly good against sweat dampened clothing and the stickiness on the nape of the neck. The man who had been born with the name Setanta, taken the name Cu Chuainn, and was currently known as Lancer tilted his head up and closed his eyes. Nostrils flared catching the scents of sweat, many different forms of perfume and other oddities that covered one’s natural scent, flowers and a variety of foods cooking. He inhaled the scents deeply until a particularly welcome one caught his attention and his eyes opened.

Keen ears twitched to locate the familiar soft foot falls of another hunter, even though the lass was blissfully unaware of it. His eyes narrowed at the familiar head of shoulder length hair the color of fox fur as exotically tilted amber eyes met his. A smile spread out over a pretty face as one hand lifted itself in greeting as the gesture was returned. Lancer’s eyes raked over the winning combination of sleek muscles and ripe feminine curves garbed in tight trews that accented them and a green long sleeved shirt that brought out her hair and eyes.

They met beside a display all but spilling flowers and one hand was brought up to tuck a lock of that lovely hair behind a delicate shell of an ear. “Hey Lancer,” Mitizuri Ayako said with a smile.

“Hello Ayako. Lovely weather we’re having, don’t you think?” Lancer asked as he leaned against the shelf and folded his arms over his chest.

She hooked her thumbs in the belt loops of her jeans and laughed. She replied, “Better than the damned staggering heat of last week. God, if I had to listen to Matou Shinji complain about the heat one more time I think I was going to punch him.”

“Considering what I’ve seen of the lad, you would have been doing a lot of people a favor if you had,” Lancer replied with a grin and a shake of his head.

Ayako shrugged, a charming sight that caused her breasts to strain against her shirt and her hair to sway against her sharp features ever so slightly. She said, “Yeah, but Shinji’s not worth the trouble. Besides, ever since Sakura hooked up with Emiya, he’s been on a tight leash.”

“I might hate ‘em for a hound, but they need to add a muzzle to that lead as well,” Lancer said as he shoved his hands into his pockets.

She giggled at that and said, “So, you like dogs?”

“You could say I have a special kinship with them,” Lancer said with a grin that revealed his pointed canines.

Ayako giggled, a charming sound that made him curse his heavy trousers at the moment that was part of his uniform, and said, “I can see that. So if you’re a dog, what does that make me?”

“A vixen,” Lancer answered without a moment’s hesitation.

A bright splash of pink graced Ayako’s cheeks as she removed her hands from her belt loops to toy with her fingers. She asked, “Really?”

“Aye, those hair and eyes, not to mention you’re quick and graceful,” Lancer said with a grin that made his eyes close.

Ayako sheepishly shrugged and said, “Well, I’ve always liked foxes. When I was a kid going to the zoo they were always the animal I wanted to see the most.”

“Well, kin knows kin,” Lancer said with a large smile, “I bet they perked up once you approached their pin, right?”

“Now you’re being ridiculous,” Ayako said with a laugh and a shake of her head.

He held up his finger and said, “No, I’m being forward. Apparently there’s been a difference, or so some raging arse has told me.”

“You know, even though I’ve known you for a couple of months, I can’t get use to that accent,” Ayako said with a smile, “Even though I’m glad to talk to someone who doesn’t have their head up their butt.”

Lancer looked at the wistfulness in her lovely eyes as she seemed to gaze past the marketplace around them. He reasoned there was a reason she was drawn to Rin and Rin drawn to her. Ayako didn’t belong in this world, but she couldn’t reason why. He reached out to lightly brush his hand against her arm. He said, “As lovely as my arse is, I’m not sticking my head up it.”

She threw her head back as laughter bubbled forth from her lips, her head shaking ever so slightly. Amber eyes were bright as they met his before their owner shook her head with a sigh. She said, “God Lancer, you’re something else.”

“So I’ve been told,” he said with a grin.

Ayako grinned and said, “Well, whatever reason you’re here for I’m glad.”

“I’m glad to be here too,” he answered, “Even though I get bored sometimes. A bloke sometimes needs a good fight to get the blood pumping. Not much of that happening around here.”

She tilted her head and asked, “Have you thought about taking some Martial Art? You could spar regularly if you did.”

“No fun unless it’s dangerous, lass,” Lancer replied with a wistful smile of his own and a shake of his head.

Her eyes narrowed before a firm fist impacted his forearm. There was a spike of pain, but it was nothing he couldn’t cope with. His nostrils flared as he took in her scent of apples, leather, clean clothing, fresh air, and a bit of sweat. It was a heady mixture that made him want to graze his teeth against her throat and other sweet places to see if she tasted like the apples she smelled like. He leaned forward, their faces almost touching and amber eyes widened, but the vixen did not retreat at the hound’s advance.

It made him curse his pants a bit more and take note of how luscious she would be underneath him, or above him or, best yet, bent over with that lovely toned rear in the air begging for him. A second whiff of her scent held the tangy musk of lust, signaling she wouldn’t be adverse to a good shag either. He’d teach her of men and desire until they both collapsed from it.

“Don’t be an idiot,” Ayako said in a low voice.

Lancer grinned and said, “Maybe I was born in another time and place. Battle’s in my blood, Ayako.”

There was the slightest shiver at his words and her eyes flickered over him. The color staining her cheeks darkened and a tiny tongue swept over pink lips. Ayako wore no paint to enhance her beauty, then again she didn’t need to. She was natural and seemingly at odds with most of the other girls Lancer had witnessed in this time. He briefly wondered if battle was in her blood as well.

“I’m sure it is,” Ayako mumbled but she was smiling.

He laughed and said, “My shift’s over in half an hour. Want to grab a wee bite to eat?”

“God, you’re forward,” she said with a shake of her head.

He shrugged and said, “I see a chance I take it. Life’s not long enough to spend wearing a mask and hiding my intentions.”

“Yes, I do,” Ayako said in a voice laced with steel, her hands clinched into fists.

He smiled, straightened and said, “Good. Meet me at the Ramen stand down the street?”

“Half an hour right?” Ayako asked with a grin.

Lancer laughed and said, “Well, give me a few moments. Can’t properly win a lass’ favor wearing this monkey suit right?”

“Well, because its you, I’ll let it slip,” Ayako said with a grin.

Lancer heard a familiar heavy foot fall that was his manager and gave her a wave. “I’ll be counting the minutes.”

She laughed and said, “Go, before I get you in trouble.”

As Lancer turned to leave, he said, “It would be worth it though.”

“You’re something else, I’ll see you soon,” Ayako said, her laughter making him smile.


******

Rin stared at the two steamer trunks filled practically to the brim currently sitting in her living room. Archer had carefully packed everything a young female magus would need while studying abroad in London and then some. He had even placed things that would keep her clothing and other items fresh smelling for when she unpacked. She would leave tomorrow with Archer driving her to the train station and even taking the train with her to the airport.

She had promised to visit Fuyuki and her sister and her would-be-brother-in-law. Her former Servant had promised to watch over the house, and everything was set. Just her stomach was in a flutter because she realized it was the first time in over a year Archer would not be at her side. Stupid idiot, how dare he get into my head like that, she thought as she folded her arms under her breasts.


When Archer had sacrificed himself protecting Rin, Shirou and Ilya she had internalized his death. After all, she hadn’t even known him for two weeks. It was true that she was fond of him, but she never expected to see him again so she repressed to keep going. Then she had found out who he was only to have him return from the dead fully alive and human again. Secretly she had been glad that he had stayed by her side as he had, and she knew that he would have killed most of the magi at the Association at her hearing if he didn’t like their verdict. In fact, he was almost daring them to.

Then again with how some of the magi were treating me, I don’t blame him, Rin thought with a shudder. One Viscount Eldridge had been particularly nasty with a bald head and a huge gut eager to spread his influence and have an heir. He had whispered to her that she would never want for anything as long as she spread her legs for him. If she hadn’t been on trial she would have gandr him and then punched him in a way that would have made him unable to produce an heir or want a girl to spread her legs for him ever again.

There were many who wanted her lands and then others who wanted a young trophy wife to produce heirs with magical talent to marry off to other families. Eldridge had wanted both and apparently had enough influence to make it happen. The nasty man had made Rin’s skin crawl and Archer had picked up on that, making sure to never leave the two of them alone in a room. He was always at her side during the whole ordeal like her own private knight errant.

“Rin, I’ve got tea,” Archer said with a smile as he appeared holding a new tea set he had bought for himself by doing odd jobs for the yakuza – what she didn’t know and he had told her not to ask with a smirk.

She said, “Thank you.” He handed her a tea cup, prepared with the amount of cream and sugar she always took. The heavenly scent filled the room and relaxed tension filled muscles. Rin sank on her couch as Archer set the tea set down on the coffee table before sitting on the chair across from her. “God, I’m going to miss this,” she said with a shake of her head.

“Well, you’ll be back to visit and after a couple of years you’ll be back,” Archer said with a grin that didn’t quite meet his steel grey eyes.

Will you still be here? Would you come visit me because you can’t bare not being at my side?[i] Rin cursed her train of thought, but it was there just the same. Her eyes flickered over her Archer, taking in spiked white hair, broad shoulders, long limbs, and rugged features. [i]And he has a Reality Marble and was a Counter Guardian. Few modern magi would be able to touch him, a tiny snide voice pointed out.

And he’s Emiya Shirou. He was ready to slaughter the entire Mage’s Association for me.

Rin nodded at Archer’s comment and she said, “That’s right. After all I need to make sure you and Sakura are taking good care of my Lands.”

“Of course,” Archer said in a stiff tone.

Rin put her teacup down and sighed. “Archer . . .”

“I’m going to miss you, that’s all Rin,” he said as he looked away from her.

Her eyes widened and her heart started to pound. Many boys had confessed to her before, but she couldn’t care less about them. However her eyes fixated on him, wanting him to say those words. Words that would tell her to tell him to come to London with her, that Sakura and Shirou could take care of things here. That Rider would make sure Lancer would behave. She wanted the person who could challenge and stand up to her, and did. No one teased her like he did and no one could keep up with her like he did.

Then he smiled and said, “And I might have to save up for a trip to London, make sure that fat bastard is leaving you alone.”

“I’m not on trial now. If he makes a move, I can take care of myself,” Rin said as she picked up her tea cup again.

Archer’s voice was soft as he said, “I know.”

Altima of the Gates
March 21st, 2011, 01:05 AM
Tsk-tsk, it pays to be honest!
Good installment here. It'll be entertaining to see them chip away at that wall between them, slowly.

Neir
March 21st, 2011, 07:51 AM
Fuck yes, Lancer and Mitsuzuri. Been wanting this ever since I saw the flower shop scene in Hollow. And honestly, same with Makidera. But still, awesome.

Ivan The Mouse
March 21st, 2011, 08:01 AM
Lancer and Ayako; Archer and Rin confirmed for potential OTP.

Kratosirving
March 21st, 2011, 08:14 AM
Heheheh, as soon as she let me know those two would at least have witty wordplay, I went SQUEEEEE!

What can I say? Ayako and Lancer are my two favorite F/SN side characters.

Neir
March 21st, 2011, 08:17 AM
How dare you call them "side" characters?!

Kratosirving
March 21st, 2011, 08:20 AM
Hey. I don't like it either, but considering that neither of them are big stars, it's hard to argue against it. Fuck, it's one of the reasons I made Lancer so badass in Cooled Ambition. :D

Neir
March 21st, 2011, 08:21 AM
Well, I guess it's up to you guys, the writers, to make sure they all get their due.

Kratosirving
March 21st, 2011, 08:27 AM
Indeed! I also admit that I'd have written a story with Ayako by now...but honestly it's difficult to conceive anything believable because she has nothing to do with the abnormal happenings of the Grail War. The only thing I can come up with (and I really should write this, because as far as too my knowledge no one has [and for the love of God why not?!]) is a hot little number of Rin and Ayako realizing they suck at getting boyfriends, and have a nice yuri get-together after graduation before Rin moves off to London.

FcS
March 21st, 2011, 10:18 AM
Like Ivan says, Lancer/Ayako = potential OTP. I love their banter~ They're just like another set of Archer/Rin lol. This fic's gonna be full of GAR + romance XD

ItsaRandomUsername
March 21st, 2011, 11:09 AM
Heheheh, as soon as she let me know those two would at least have witty wordplay, I went SQUEEEEE!

What can I say? Ayako and Lancer are my two favorite F/SN side characters.

Seconded.

Loving the banter between the two of them, BTW.

Elf
March 21st, 2011, 09:54 PM
Like Ivan says, Lancer/Ayako = potential OTP. I love their banter~ They're just like another set of Archer/Rin lol. This fic's gonna be full of GAR + romance XD

Except Lancer/Ayako's banter isn't full of PENT UP SEXUAL FRUSTRATION AND MAGI BULLSHIT like Rin and Archer's is. Rin and Archer are like fucking repressed. Ayako doesn't want to be repressed and Lancer isn't repressed. So, there's banter, but its a different sort of banter.

Plus I'm finally writing Lancer. *does a little dance*

Neir
March 21st, 2011, 10:02 PM
Honestly, I prefer Mitsuzuri. She's more honest than Tohsaka in general.

And you're writing Lancer WELL, more to the point.

Kieran
March 21st, 2011, 10:46 PM
Hark - an opportunity to learn more about Ayako! She does look pretty, but there's never much mentioned about her. Nobody seems to use her much outside the game, which I haven't played. So this will, I hope, be educational.

Elf
March 23rd, 2011, 12:32 AM
Ayako is rather awesome actually, and gorgeous. She's a bit of a tomboy, even more so than Rin.

http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a198/UmbraElf/1217826598233.jpg

ItsaRandomUsername
March 23rd, 2011, 12:58 AM
There isn't enough Ayahko love, so THIS is a good thing.

Pata Hikari
March 23rd, 2011, 02:30 AM
You had me at "Lancer and Archer in a buddy cop movie."

Elf
March 24th, 2011, 10:44 PM
Tohsaka, I just won the bet, Ayako thought happily as the blue haired Irishman approached, And I don’t care about what your creepy butler says about him either. He was dressed in black leather pants, but not the obnoxiously shiny ones that some of the posers liked to wear, and a white T-shirt that only seemed to accent sleekly, sculpted muscles. As always his long blue hair was tied back at the nape of his neck with a clasp that gleamed in a way that had to be real silver. She absently wanted to know what he’d look like with his hair unbound and the waist length strands floating around him. Would his hair be coarse or would it fill like silk between my fingers, she thought with heat rising in her cheeks as he waved boisterously at her.

She ran her fingers through her own hair before smiling back at him as he met her beside the noodle stand. She grinned and said, “You’re quick.”

“When it comes to getting something good, aye, I am,” Lancer said with a smile that flashed his overly long canines and made his crimson eyes gleam.

She giggled at that and said, “So, I hope you don’t expect me to himmm and haw and order a salad.”

“I’d gag if you did,” Lancer said as he extended his arm with a wide grin.

Her heart fluttered as she slid her arm into his and looked up at him. She replied, “And that’s why I like you.”

“Because I don’t want some simpering decoration,” Lancer said with a wink.

Ayako sighed and answered, “And you’re honest. God, I’m tired of people lying to me.” She shook her head with a sigh as they got into the line leading up to the stand.

A frown curved Lancer’s wide mouth and he asked, “What’s the matter, lass?”

“Like I get the feeling that everyone around me has some damned secret or something,” Ayako said before looking away. She gritted her teeth at the out burst and sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly.

A large, callused hand rested on her shoulder before gently turning her back to look into a surprisingly serious face. Eerie crimson eyes with their odd elliptical pupils met hers and Ayako swallowed as she looked up into Lancer’s handsome, angular face. He said in his low, lilting voice, “Ayako . . . bugger it. Let’s get something to eat and I want to show you something.”

“Look if this is some attempt to get me into bed . . .” Ayako said with a frown.

He laughed and said, “Oh no, lass. If I was going to get you into bed tonight I’d just throw you over my shoulder and take you.”

“What?” Ayako said as she glared up at him, “What the hell do you mean by that?”


Lancer winched and said, “Well, you’d probably try to rid me of my bits . . . But if I was going to bed you, I’d be forward about it. Not that I don’t want to bed you, because I do.”

“You weren’t lying about being forward about it,” Ayako said as she stared at him wide eyed with a blush, “I mean, this is our first date and we’re already talking about that.”

The blue tail spilled onto Lancer’s shoulder as he tilted his head said, “I’d earn that right anyway. Part of the fun is the chase.”

“I can see that,” Ayako replied as the heat in her cheeks increased even more.

Lancer chuckled, a low sound that was a bit wicked and made things below her waist clinch ever so slightly. It was a sound of promise and knowledge of things to do in the dark. Hushed whispers, gasps, questing fingers and all the stuff Ayako secretly read about in romance novels. Except she had no notion of swooning into Lancer’s brawny arms, and god they were brawny, but she’d prove herself as his equal and make him see it.

He said, “It is.” Then he winked, a lopsided smile gracing his face.

She chuckled and replied, “Somehow I’m not surprised.”

“What are you doing here, dog?” a low feminine voice said from behind that was like someone trailing a buck of ice over Ayako.

Automatically she stiffened and her arm that was cradled in Lancer’s tightened around it. Her breath caught as her heart began to race as stillness swept over her. Lancer frowned and turned his head before he bared his fangs in a silent growl at the intruder. Ayako kept looking firmly ahead until slim fingers traced along her free shoulder.

“Ayako, what are you doing with this mongrel?” the all too unwanted voice asked in her exotic accent.

The young archer swallowed as she turned her head to look at the woman who was all graceful curves and long, flowing lavender hair with a face that haunted Ayako’s nightmares. Ayako’s chest tightened as she felt the ghost of silken hair touching every inch of her body as chains were wrapped around her wrist, lifting her hands over her head. The lovely face behind it’s blindfold nuzzled the nape of Ayako’s neck before a smile spread across sultry lips while all the while an oddly familiar voice laughed.

“Ayako?” the foreign woman asked as she used her index finger to push her glasses up. Ayako swallowed as she looked up into lilac eyes with pupils that were not round. The urge to scream bellowed up and held on tight until the girl was all but trembling.

Ayako swallowed and said, “R-Rider.”

“I knew you would remember my name,” the woman said with a fetching smile, those queer eyes closing.

Ayako’s other hand was now gripping Lancer’s forearm, hoping Rider would take the hint. She said, “H-how could I forget?”

“The others did not remember, then again I knew you were special,” Rider said with a smile, “Eating well?”

Lancer snorted and said, “Bugger off, Rider.”

“Does Ayako know what sort of man you really are, Lancer?” Rider said with a wicked curve of her lips.

Ayako frowned and looked up at him. Lancer said, “That’s something I was going to explain, Lass . . .”

“What did you say to me the first time our . . . paths crossed, Lancer?” Rider said with a thoughtful tilt of her head as one long finger taped her lips. Her eyes lit up and she snapped her fingers as she looked at Ayako. “What’s a lovely lass like you doing with a sniveling little runt like him? Why don’t you ditch him and know what a real man’s like.”

Lancer swallowed and said, “Those weren’t my exact words.”

“I know, I was editing them due to the delicate company we’re keeping,” Rider said with a shrug.

Ayako glared at her “date” before pushing her arm free of his. He didn’t stumble as his face fell. He said, “Ayako lass . . .”

“God, that creepy guy that hangs out with Tohsaka was right. You are some shameless skirt chaser!” Ayako snapped before turning sharply on her heel and walking away from both of them. As she walked away she heard both Rider and Lancer’s heated voices, but she paid them no mind.

Heat prickled along her skin and up and down her spine as she walked away from the crowded market place. God, why does everyone keep lying to me? First Tohsaka, then Emiya . . . Now Lancer. I thought he was different.

Damn you Tohsaka. It’s not fair, you get to leave and go abroad while I’m stuck in this hell hole, Ayako thought as she headed to her home. Minori would probably be there reading the latest chapter of Black Lagoon and ready to show off Revy kicking ass. Her parents would come home late tonight from work without words for either of their siblings. Then tomorrow she would go back to school to an ungrateful archery club. Even though she had gotten acceptances to quite a few good schools she had no idea what she wanted to do.

All she knew was she didn’t want to get married for money and keep her head down to be a good housewife. She wanted to explore . . . And Tohsaka even arranged it to graduate early. Well, at least she doesn’t have a boyfriend yet, Ayako thought with a sigh.

******
I want to go with you.

Five simple words that stung on the very tip of Archer’s tongues like the thousand blades within him.

Rin was looking up at the dull green glow of the screen displaying the airport’s departures and estimated times of arrival. She was dressed in red and black as always, but the mini skirt was replaced with a more modest pencil skirt while her loafers were replaced with ankle boots. White skin was flushed ever so slightly with pink as aquamarine eyes reflected the sickly glow ahead while even white teeth worried a bottom lip. Rin lifted a finger as her eyes narrowed in concentration as she traced the path on the screen.

“In Hong Kong there’s a layover of about forty five minutes to get to the connecting flight to Moscow,” Archer said as he finished putting the last trunk on the conveyer belt.

Rin nodded and said, “I know. Then from Moscow there’s a connecting flight in Rome, then Paris and finally London.” A smile flashed across her features and she said, “It’s finally happening Archer, I’m going to the Clocktower.”

He nodded and said, “I know. Your father would have been proud.”

“Honestly, I don’t care what he would have thought. I will always practice magecraft, but I won’t be a magus like those idiots like my father and those morons at the Association who thought they had the right to put me on trial,” Rin said with a shake of her head.

Archer smiled and said, “Good. I don’t want them changing you.”

“Oh?” Rin said as her nervous smile tilted ever so slightly and her aquamarine eyes narrowing ever so slightly.

He shook his head and said, “I rather like my Ma . . .” He grimaced as the word “Master” readily left his lips even after all of this time. “I rather like you the way you are.”

“Yet you do nothing but tease me,” Rin said with a smile that softened her features.

He smirked and replied, “Someone needs to keep your head on straight.”

“Well, you’re the only one who can,” Rin replied with a smirk of her own.

Archer looked up at the clock and said, “It’s almost time for you to board.”

“I know,” Rin said before looking down. She looked back up and said, “Archer . . .”

His heart quickened as he looked down at this small girl who held so much power over him. As always a mixture of guilt and need warred within him as their eyes met. She was so young, but so aware. Tohsaka Rin was his lifeline and not for the first time he wondered what would have happen if he could have made something with her in his original life time. He wanted her, and he wanted her to want him.

They stood facing each other amidst the crowded thong, but it seemed it was just the two of them. “Damn it,” Rin said gnashing her teeth as she took a step closer to him. Their bodies were almost touching, her raven head resting right along his shoulders. She was so small, yet each movement spoke of confidence and power. It made him wonder what she’d look like in a few years when she developed into the strong woman he got glimpses of now and again.

“Rin,” he said as he reached out to stroke her long, raven hair. The strands felt like heavy silk against callused fingertips while the scent of tea and roses was intoxicating. Rin looked up at him before shaking her head.

She folded her arms under her breasts and said, “Archer, take care, and take care of my city.”

“I’ll miss you,” Archer said, the words tripping out in a rush.

She smiled and said, “I’ll miss you too . . . Shirou.”

“Shirou?” Archer said, the name long since dead to him felt odd against his tongue and lips. He hadn’t thought of himself of Emiya Shirou in ages, yet Rin was calling him that name. Warmth pooled through him at Rin being so forward to him.

She nodded and said, “The others might not see it as easily as I do, but . . .”

“I want to go with you, Rin,” Archer said, the words finally escaping him.

An announcement blared over the intercom announcing Last Call for Rin’s flight. She grimaced and said, “Damn it. Archer . . . .”

“You need to go,” Archer said with a sigh.

Aquamarine eyes narrowed at him as Rin snapped, “You’re a damned idiot. Once you get your head out of your ass, you know where I’ll be at.” With that she turned away from him to run and catch her flight. Archer sighed, shook his head and looked up.

“Stupid low luck rating,” he grumbled as he watched Rin vanish from view into the crowds.

Kieran
March 24th, 2011, 11:00 PM
*chuckle* If Ayako only knew who the "creepy guy" was . . . :)

Mike1984
March 24th, 2011, 11:01 PM
Did Rider suddenly morph into Gil for a minute there? :p

Anyway, good chapter. I like how Rider blew apart Lancer's chances with Ayako (presumably for her own gain), and I liked the bit with Rin and Archer, too.

Pata Hikari
March 24th, 2011, 11:58 PM
You'd think Ayako would know that Rider has her own motives for stopping her dates.



. I like how Rider blew apart Lancer's chances with Ayako.

Hahahaha I doubt it. Willing to bet there will be romantic hilarity coming soon.

Tesculpture
March 25th, 2011, 03:42 AM
“Stupid low luck rating,” he grumbled as he watched Rin vanish from view into the crowds.

THIS.

THIS.

Loving this whole thing. You write Archer amazingly! Makes my writing for him seem bland and two dimensional.

Kratosirving
March 25th, 2011, 08:16 AM
Did Rider suddenly morph into Gil for a minute there? :p

Rofl, exactly. I thought Gil was the one who was interrupting them when I heard "mongrel."

Ivan The Mouse
March 25th, 2011, 10:21 AM
RIDER!!! RAWWWWWRRRR!!! DAMN YOU, RIDER!!! MY OTP!!! [Bangs head against a desk repeatedly.]

Also, nice comment about the luck rating. Ha ha.

Altima of the Gates
March 25th, 2011, 10:33 AM
RIDER!!! RAWWWWWRRRR!!! DAMN YOU, RIDER!!! MY OTP!!! [Bangs head against a desk repeatedly.]

Also, nice comment about the luck rating. Ha ha.

I wouldn't worry 'tis a bump in the road for the two. Maybe the young maiden shall tame the hound. Rider/Ayako however, shall remain eternally unrequited. *tear*

Mike1984
March 25th, 2011, 10:40 AM
Rider/Ayako however, shall remain eternally unrequited. *tear*

Well, I think Rider somewhat sank her chances by, you know, raping (well, sexually assaulting and then vamping, anyway...) her. And then gloating about it, at that....

Altima of the Gates
March 25th, 2011, 11:36 AM
Well, I think Rider somewhat sank her chances by, you know, raping (well, sexually assaulting and then vamping, anyway...) her. And then gloating about it, at that....

T'was a joke.
Though, yes, of course. Though there is also the fact Ayako isn't into women.

Kratosirving
March 25th, 2011, 11:47 AM
To be fair, we can't say for sure exactly what Ayako's sexual orientation is, although it's strongly hinted towards heterosexul only. I happen to think that a yuri relationship with Rin would have been possible, if it had been explored. Oh, that pic from Realta Nua doesn't count.

Neir
March 25th, 2011, 04:24 PM
*shakes fist* RIIDEEEEEEER!!

Elf
March 27th, 2011, 12:45 AM
I wouldn't worry 'tis a bump in the road for the two. Maybe the young maiden shall tame the hound. Rider/Ayako however, shall remain eternally unrequited. *tear*

Or, considering Lancer . . . THREESOME!

I can see it now, Archer going to drag Lancer out of bed, they have a case and stuff. He just thinks Lancer's gone on a binge again and nursing a hangover. He goes to Lancer's opens the door and finds Lancer looking up at him in a sea of Ayako and Rider.

Lancer gives him the thumbs up and says, "BOOBS!"

Archer closes the door and is struggling popping a boner at the sea of Ayako and Rider or wanting to vomit because he saw Lancer's "other" Gae Bolg.

Ivan The Mouse
March 27th, 2011, 07:28 AM
Archer closes the door and is struggling popping a boner at the sea of Ayako and Rider or wanting to vomit because he saw Lancer's "other" Gae Bolg.

Yaranaika?

Keyne
March 27th, 2011, 07:45 AM
Archer closes the door and is struggling popping a boner at the sea of Ayako and Rider or wanting to vomit because he saw Lancer's "other" Gae Bolg.
He knows he loved it. :|

Elf
March 30th, 2011, 09:49 PM
Part Two: Restless Archers


“I need something to clean.”

Sakura blinked at the tall man standing in her kitchen with a scowl on other wise handsome features with his arms crossed over his broad chest. Steel grey eyes were narrowed as they surveyed the room in the hope to find a speck of dirt or anything. She sighed and walked over to her friend and the man who had been more of a big brother to her than her own brother.

She said, “Archer, you should know fully well there’s nothing to do here.”

“I’ve already cleaned the Tohsaka mansion from roof to basement, organized Rin’s lab twice, and reshelved her library,” Archer said with a scowl as his shoulders slumped.

She smiled, shook her head and replied, “You waited too long.”

“I told her I wanted to go with her,” he said, his voice rising ever so slightly.

Sakura patted his shoulder and said, “It doesn’t help that you say it when she needs to get on the plane. You’re too late.”

“She said I could come for her,” Archer said slowly with a frown as he ran a hand through his spiky white hair.

Sakura laughed and said, “Weren’t her words, ‘Once you get your head out of your ass, you know where I’ll be at,’?”

“Well, yes, but for your sister that’s her way of saying come after me,” Archer said with a slight smile.

“Like your way of saying ‘I love you’ is heavy sarcasm and teasing with the occasional complement?” Sakura asked with a slight giggle.

Archer blinked and said, “Well . . .”

“I hope my Sempai doesn’t become as tsundere as you are,” Sakura said with another giggle.

He frowned and said, “I’m not tsundere.”

“Yes you are,” Sakura said with a giggle as she started to root through the cabinets for the tools to make dinner.

His lower lip thrust up, he folded his arms over his chest again, looked away and grumbled, “I am not tsundere.”

Sakura giggled, shook her head and walked over the refrigerator. She said, “Not that there’s anything wrong with that.”

“Damn it,” Archer said with a sigh before joining her at the refrigerator. In a unison that belied words the two of them began to grab the ingredients needed to feed the three of them and Fujimura-sensei, who was all a flutter at joining “Archer-san” for dinner.

“You’re almost out of fennel,” Archer said with narrowed eyes and a frown as he peered into the chilled box.

Sakura pulled out some leeks and said, “We have enough for the salad tonight. I’m going shopping tomorrow.”

“Do you need help?” Archer asked.

“No I’ll have Rider with me. She’s off tomorrow,” Sakura said before looking at him, “Speaking of which, do you have a job?”

Archer swallowed and said, “I work for Fujumura-dono.”

“You’re not caught up in the yakuza are you?” Sakura asked with a frown.

He shrugged and said, “I’d rather have him as the lord of Fuyuki than some other boss. The crime rate in this city would be a lot higher if he wasn’t in his position, not to mention drug use and prostitution.”

“You’re not doing anything dangerous or unsavory are you?” she asked with a frown as she tapped a carrot on her hip.

Archer shook his head and answered, “No, a bunch of repair work actually. I’m saving up money to start a shop.”

“I don’t see you as a handy-man for the rest of your life,” Sakura said with a smile.

He frowned, snorted and said, “I already tried the superhero gig and you know how that story ended. I’m counting on you to keep that punk at home even if he has to be a house husband.”

“Sempai’s actually been expressing interest in studying law again,” Sakura said with a soft smile as she cradled an armful of wrapped beef in her arms.

Archer’s expression softened as he said, “Good.”

“Did you have an interest in that too, Archer?” Sakura asked, eager to get some insight on her lover through this future version of him.

He chuckled and answered, “Yeah, I did, and I also wanted to travel. I doubt he’s going to much now that he has something worth staying at home for.”

Her cheeks flushed at that and she looked away. She said, “Well . . . I’m glad. I really have no desire to go anywhere . . . However . . .”

“You like plants right? Ever thought about becoming a botanist? You could breed a new form of cherry tree or stronger flowers,” Archer said as he took the head of fennel and placed it on the chopping block. Sakura shut the refrigerator door with her foot as she watched him swiftly brandish the blade as if it was an extension of his arm.

She smiled and said, “I don’t have the grades to do such things Archer.”

“You still have a year of school left. Hit the books. I doubt all the genius went to Rin,” he said with a smile as the leafed vegetable was chopped into even pieces. He handed her the root with a smile and she took it.

The scent of licorice tickled her nostrils before she bit down on the tangibly sweet plant, nibbling delicately. She swallowed the first mouthful and said, “I’m not as smart as nee-san, Archer. You know that.”

“But you’re smarter than you’re giving yourself credit for. You just haven’t had a chance or someone to let you explore that. I’m sure the punk would be more than happy to support any and everything you did,” Archer said as he pointed the knife in her direction.

Sakura eyed him and said, “You know I don’t like it when you call Sempai a punk.”

“It’s a rather interesting case of self-loathing. He calls me an asshole,” Archer replied with a shrug.

She sighed and said, “I wish the two of you would get along.”

“You know what they say about opposites attracting? Parallels repel,” Archer said with a lopsided smirk as he reached for the carrots.

Sakura moved to push the fennel into a bowl and asked, “Semapi is the idea and fantasy of the superhero while you’re the harsh reality?”

“Yeah, that’s pretty much it,” Archer said with a chuckle.

She grinned and said, “Well, no wonder nee-san’s taken with you. She’s never had much of an imagination.”

“You should see the books she borrows from Ayako,” Archer said with another chuckle.

Sakura snorted and said, “She’s going to get a rude awakening when she realizes what sex is really like if all she has to go on are those books. Well . . . I trust that you’ll see her through that when the time comes Archer.”

He turned five shades of red, ducked his head and grumbled, “Don’t talk about such things, Sakura . . .”

“Well, I know that you think about it,” Sakura said with a chuckle.

Archer looked at her and said, “But I shouldn’t. She’s ten years younger than I am physically now. I’m like a dirty old man going after a school girl.”

“The thing of it is, when I ever pictured nee-san with anyone . . . they were always older. She’d just get frustrated with someone her age. Part of her attraction to you is that you can match her better than the rest of us,” Sakura said with a grin.

Archer frowned and said, “What do you mean match her?”

“In teasing or in conversation,” Sakura said as she pressed her lips together, “She loses the rest of us and gets angry when she does. You . . . you can keep up with her and she doesn’t get frustrated.”

The knife stopped and was laid against the cutting board. Archer reached out and stroked her hair. His smile was soft and kind, actually meeting his eyes for once. Sakura’s breath caught as she caught a glimpse of the man her Sempai would become and swallowed.

“You know your sister loves you very much, but Rin’s not good at expressing such things,” Archer said softly.

Sakura sighed and said, “I know . . .”

“Now we’ve got to make enough food to feed Fuji-nee and the three of us,” Archer said with a grin.

Sakura laughed and said, “I try to comfort you, and you end up comforting me.”

“We’re both magi so we should believe in equivalent exchange,” Archer said in a high pitched voice as he held up his index finger mirroring Rin.

Laughter welled up from the kitchen in the Emiya household as the surrogate family banded together to create a feast to soothe a hungry tiger.


******

The target had a rather handsome face with sharp features, a wide mouth, laughing red eyes and long blue hair. An arrow rammed right into the aristocratic nose and vibrated from where it hit. Moments later another arrow struck right into that boyish smile, then the forehead, and one of those stupid silver earrings he was never caught without.

Ayako was breathing hard as she riddled the target wearing Lancer’s face in her mind with arrows. There was a low whistle behind her when a familiar voice said, “Someone’s got your knickers in a twist Mitsuzuri.”

“Shut up, Shinji,” Ayako said between gritted teeth as she nocked another arrow on her bow, aimed and let the arrow fly. This time the arrow caught Lancer’s throat.

Matou Shinji whistled and said, “Still, that’s not bad.”

“Shouldn’t you be chatting up some first years?” Ayako asked as she adjusted her gi before glaring at him.

Silence stretched along the archery range as the members of the Archery Club stared at its two captains having yet another argument. Ever since February of their second year the arguments hadn’t been nearly as fierce, but Ayako was still in a foul temper from yesterday. Shinji frowned and said, “Easy there Mitsuzuri.”

“Or do you want to settle this with a contest?” she asked as she continued to glare at him.

He smirked, his queer eyes glittering as he answered, “Are you sure you want to embarrass yourself like that?”

“Well, I figure the guy who asked Tohsaka twice and got turned down each time would know all about embarrassment,” Ayako said with a frosty smile.

Shinji all but bristled as he replied, “At least I wasn’t caught wandering downtown naked.”

Chains musically clicked as her arms were hosted above her head. Lavender hair created a curtain of intimacy that made Ayako’s stomach clinch. Cool, slender hands with elegant fingers traced heated features before nimbly unbuttoning a troublesome uniform. A blind offered no insight into the eyes of the wanton creature before her. There was a flash of sharp teeth, a painful sting then unwilling bliss . . .

She had not been aware she had thrown the punch until her knuckles hurt and Shinji was on his back with a cry. “Ayako-chan!” Fujimura-sensei’s shrill voice broke the rabble as Shinji slowly rose to his feet. Pale, pretty features were smeared with crimson as a hand reached up to staunch the bleeding.

“Ayako-chan, what do you think you’re doing?” Fujimura-sensei said with a scowl and her hands her hips.

Ayako faced her, took a deep breath and said, “I need some air, Sensei.” Then without a word she picked up her things and headed out of the archery range. She quickly changed in the locker rooms, not even bothering to shower, and briskly packed her bow and quiver. She knew she should have collected her arrows, but heat and red was simmering below the surface, waiting to explode.

She splashed cold water on her face and looked up at her reflection in the mirror above the sink. There were two high spots of color on her cheeks and her amber eyes were all but gleaming in the reflection. With her auburn hair Ayako didn’t see her own reflection there, but the vixen Lancer had waxed poetically about yesterday.

Yesterday.

When she had been on top of the world only to have that bitch who haunted her come back. She wasn’t found naked and wandering around a year ago, but Shinji had made that theory very popular. Emiya, Sakura, and Tohsaka had helped kill it, with Tohsaka actively threatening violence, but it was still an unspoken question on everyone’s lips. All Ayako could remember was flashes, and she went to a doctor after regaining her senses. In the resounding check up the rape kit had came out clean. She still had her virtue, but she was plagued by memories that looked like something out of a bad horror movie.

Vampires don’t exist, Ayako thought as she rubbed the scar that most of her shirts usually covered up.

“Mitsuzuri-sempai?” a soft, feminine voice said behind her.

Ayako spun around to see the voluptuous girlfriend of Emiya Shirou standing there. Sakura had been letting her hair grow out and Ayako had to admit that it really suited the girl. Sakura was generally quiet and soft spoken, but over the past year the girl had been blossoming. She smiled more, helped out more in the club, and it was no wonder that Minori was infatuated with her.

Ayako sighed and said, “I’m okay Sakura.”

“Sometimes my brother is a jerk,” Sakura said with a shake of her head.

Ayako blinked, knowing all too well of the days that Sakura would come to school with bruises or her movements were sluggish. Watching the Matou siblings back then was an easy way to figure out why Sakura was injured so often. However, ever since Sakura had been going out with Emiya the bruises and the obvious soreness were gone. Then again, it wasn’t a secret that Emiya had beaten Shinji to a bloody pulp after Sakura had come to school with bruises on her face. It was the start of the long spiral that got their star archer to quit the team.

Ayako sighed and said, “It’s just been a bad week.”

“Anything I can do to help?” Sakura asked as she took a step forward.

Ayako smirked and said, “Yeah, get your boyfriend to join the team again.”

“I don’t think he’ll do that,” Sakura said with a bright smile.

The older girl shrugged and said, “I know, but I had to try. Besides, we’ll graduate soon so it won’t matter anyway. You’d just had better take good care of the team, Sakura.”

“I will,” the girl said with an easy smile before peering at her with her large, violet eyes.

Ayako swallowed and said, “Thanks. I just need to get home and clear my head.”

“Please be careful,” Sakura said with a tiny bow.

She nodded and said, “I will.”

Not like I’m going to get attacked by another vampire or anything.

Mike1984
March 30th, 2011, 10:20 PM
Wow, nice.

I especially liked Sakura calling Archer "Tsundere"....

Kieran
March 30th, 2011, 10:29 PM
Oh sweetie, don't tempt Fate - the woman has no self-control.

Mike1984
March 30th, 2011, 10:59 PM
Oh sweetie, don't tempt Fate - the woman has no self-control.

If you're talking about Rider, then I don't think she'll be attacking Ayako any time soon. Sakura might just about let her get away with harrassing Ayako, but if she found out that she was outright raping her, I think Rider might find herself on the wrong end of a good tentacle-raping.... :)

SeiKeo
March 30th, 2011, 11:30 PM
I thought Sakura was too sweet to do any such thing. (this is a joke)

Mike1984
March 30th, 2011, 11:34 PM
I thought Sakura was too sweet to do any such thing. (this is a joke)

Well, mine was also a joke, really, because I don't think Sakura actually has that capacity. But, if Rider were to start seriously hurting Ayako, then Sakura isn't just going to overlook it.

Neir
March 30th, 2011, 11:42 PM
I doubt any of the Servants (outside of Caster or Berserker) would put up with it.

Ivan The Mouse
March 31st, 2011, 12:05 AM
With Shirou staying on the kitchen, I'm still on standby. Over.

Elf
March 31st, 2011, 08:37 PM
With Shirou staying on the kitchen, I'm still on standby. Over.

You may have to wait a little while for that one. I already have a scene planned for it . . .

Neir
March 31st, 2011, 09:07 PM
I'm also curious what the deal is with Saber. Mistress? Also, moar.

Mike1984
March 31st, 2011, 09:11 PM
Dead?

This is post-HF (or similar), remember....

Neir
March 31st, 2011, 09:21 PM
Dead?

This is post-HF (or similar), remember....

... Really, Mike? With Archer and Lancer still alive?

Also, I just hope she isn't dead. :(

Mike1984
March 31st, 2011, 09:24 PM
Well, obviously it's not exactly HF, but it's a HF-like scenario, since Rin was at the Clock Tower for her "trial", and Shirou is with Sakura. Saber might still be alive, but given that she's not been mentioned, has no obvious role here and would surely have been turned Dark (since that happens very early on in HF, and is a very important plot-point), I would say that you shouldn't get your hopes up....

Elf
March 31st, 2011, 09:25 PM
... Really, Mike? With Archer and Lancer still alive?

Also, I just hope she isn't dead. :(

Pretty much so actually. Saber? Dead.

The only servants left are Rider, being supplied by Sakura. Archer was brought back to life with Shirou. Lancer . . . Lancer coming back was sort of a case of something mystical really fucked up. Also, Gil was not nom-nomed by Sakura. (And yes, Gil will make appearances.)

Archer and Lancer are alive, they're no longer Servants but Rider still is. However, they pretty much have all of their abilities. (If anything, Lancer's even MORE powerful because he doesn't have to rely on Kotomine juicing him up.)

MrTags
March 31st, 2011, 09:34 PM
he doesn't have to rely on Kotomine juicing him up.

Aughhh... that brought a flash of bad images from koichan thank you.

Garlak
March 31st, 2011, 11:13 PM
So, Heracles didn't get to return...

Well. What's Illya's status in this? Sacrificed herself? Sacrificed and came back like Shirou and Archer and Lancer?

And what are the Einzbern doing? Rejoicing because they got their magic back? Grieving? Still in the "FFFFF-" stage of their anger, with the rest yet to come?

Elf
April 5th, 2011, 10:14 PM
Part Three: It Comes In Threes

“You know what I don’t like Japan?”

Eloise sighed at the all too familiar Cockney accent of their one male companion and looked at the tall, slim form dressed all in black with an ever present loli-pop between full lips. His dark green hair fell in his face and harmonized with his glowing crimson eyes. With his high cheekbones, sharp features, and long black coat Ethan looked very much the part of the lovable rogue he liked to play.

Eloise asked, “What don’t you like about Japan, Ethan?”

“It’s full of bad food, crowded, and old men try to look up my skirt,” a small, high pitch voice replied. Eloise looked at the pouting face framed by large, glossy chestnut curls with giant eyes the same crimson that both Eloise and Ethan sported. She was dressed in a pink romper dress clutching a teddy bear with one arm and she stood all of a meter and less than a third of one tall. Eden was the third member of their little trinity and bore the body of a ten year old girl.

And Eloise thought that White Knight Svelten was the only pedophile Dead Apostle running around, but then again he was only the most famous. Besides, he hunted little boys, not little girls like Eden had been. Eden didn’t speak much of the Dead Apostle who had bit her, other than she had a rather pretty singing voice. Which meant either the Dead Apostle was a lesbian pedophile or had a very disturbing Mommy Complex.

Ethan pulled the bright red confection from his lips, leaving a glossy pink trail behind and smiled. He waved the sucker at the diminutive vampire and said, “Well you can fix that by wearing pants, Eden.”

“I don’t like wearing pants,” Eden said as she thrust out her bottom lip and tossed her hair. She then frowned up at Ethan and said, “I want a lolly too. Please give me one.”

“Since you asked so nicely, little love,” Ethan said with a grin as he pulled a brightly wrapped stick of candy from his duster.

Crimson eyes widened, dimples flashed and tiny fangs were displayed as the small hand reached up to take the candy. Eloise watched as Eden plucked the wrapper from it, revealing a large orb of bright green on the white cardboard stick. Eden asked, “Is it lime or apple?”

“Apple. Not much into limes myself,” Ethan said before sliding the glistening drop of red between his own lips in an almost obscene gesture.

Eloise sighed and said, “Ethan, you never answered what you don’t like about Japan.”

“It’s full of the Japanese,” Ethan said with a grin.

Eden was taking small, kittenish licks of her candy before looking up at Ethan. She frowned and said in a stern voice, “That’s racist, Ethan.”

“Yes it is,” Eloise said with a smile as she stroked the child fiend’s thick curls which was rewarded with more flashing dimples and smiles as Eden leaned into her hand. “I think this is an opportune hunting ground. The Second Owner’s away in London, which means that meddling Wizard won’t be lurking around, and most importantly Lord Makari lives here.”

“The Worm Magus?” Eden said with a tiny frown as her adoring laps were paused.

Ethan snorted, “I’ve heard of him. Why would he help us? And isn’t there that member of the Church that was here. Heard he was a scary bloke who could use Black Keys and everything.”

“Dead as a doornail,” Eloise said with a smile, “He was killed by one of the Masters in the Fifth Grail War.”

Eden frowned and said, “This could be dangerous, Eloise.”

“Or could be a lot of fun if there’s no one watching the town,” Ethan said with a grin, “Plus the Japanese are a lot of perverts right? Might have some other fun than just feeding around here.”

Eden stamped her small foot and scowled up at Eloise. She said, “You know how hard it is finding virgins in a country full of perverts?”

“That’s why we have Eloise,” Ethan said with a smile as he clinched his sucker between his teeth, “You know she can route them out one way or another.”

Eloise smiled and said, “I always find what I want.” As far as mystical talents go, it wasn’t particularly impressive as what Ethan and Eden could do, but it was quite useful. She could find anything she wanted with very little concentration, but if she pushed herself she could have what she wanted come to her. It was what made them work so well. She could find or attract what she wanted, Ethan was excellent at defense, and Eden . . . well children could be cruel, couldn’t they?

The three of them continued to walk the streets of Fuyuki City until they reached a road filled with western style homes. A tall, imposing home stood at the top of the hill like a lone sentinel despite it wasn’t the largest house on this block. Yet Eloise could sense the power radiating from that place and made a note not to go there.

“Well, we’re here,” Eloise said as she pointed to the lavish mansion that could compare with some of the ones from their home country of England. The place was dark as a tomb and there wasn’t any motion inside of it, but from what she had heard of Makari Zouken it wasn’t much of a surprise.

She walked up to the door and politely knocked on it. The three of them stood at the door for countless moments as they waited. There was a loud crunch before Ethan said, “Looks like no one’s home.”

“We can’t stay out here forever, Eloise,” Eden said, a shrill edge sharpening her voice as she looked around.

A delicately earthy scent with a copper tang drifted past Eloise’s nostrils. The three turned at once to a young man with wavy blue hair and odd, misty blue eyes. The teenager’s eyes widened before a smile crossed his face as his eyes traveled over Eloise. His nose was swollen and red, as if someone hit it lately.

He asked, “May I help you?”

“I hope so,” Eloise said with a slight bow, knowing the Japanese ate that sort of thing up, “We’re looking for Makari Zouken.”

The smile fell from the boy’s face and he pulled something from the dull earthen tone clothing he was wearing. He said, “Come in.”


******
There were two things the man formerly known in mythology as Cù Chulainn and currently going by Lancer knew. The first one was battle from the joy of a good fight to knowing just how to use his body to win. The second one was women. He had many lovers in his past ever since the tender age of twelve.

He liked the chase. The more he had to work for a woman the better it was in the end. He chuckled to himself as he remembered all he had to go through to be with Emer, but she had been worth it. She was also rather forgiving despite the fact he had a wandering eye and more. She was content that he always came back to her no matter who’s bed he had been in. Which was quite a few, he thought with a grin.

Lancer was waiting between the school and where he had found out where Ayako had lived by pestering wee Rin. He had found out from the Three Track Girls when practices ended and reasoned a good time for Ayako to make her way home. He had the night off and there wasn’t anything better to do around here. Besides, he wanted to make amends for their botched first date then go stab that Greek wench about twenty times with Gaè Bolg.

He heard footsteps approaching and leapt from his fence top perch. Amber eyes widened at the figure landing nimbly before her. Lancer smiled as his eyes raked over Ayako’s womanly form in her school clothing. Her eyes narrowed, her body tensed and she walked past him with a harshly spat, “Go the hell away.”

“Wait, lass,” Lancer said with a smile as he fell in step with her.

She glared and retorted, “I don’t want to talk to you. So go to hell.”

“I’d rather not, maybe I want to talk to you,” Lancer replied.

She spun around to face him, her eyes narrowed and her lips a narrow line. One finger was pointed at his chest as she said in a low voice, “You can go chase someone else’s skirt. And you know what? Other than school I don’t like wearing them.”

“Shame, you’ve got lovely legs,” Lancer said with a shrug.

Her eyes narrowed even more as she said, “I bet you said that to Rider too.”

“Hey, I met Rider before I met you. Besides, she was keeping company with that Matou punk and not too willing about it,” Lancer said with a shrug, “Figured I’d offer her a better bit of company. I was right rejected, but I like to look into a woman’s eyes as I take her.”

Ayako placed one hand on her hip and said in that same low voice, “She wears glasses.”

“She was wearing a blindfold when I met her,” Lancer said as he rubbed the back of his head.

Ayako sighed, threw up her hands and said, “I don’t want to hear about this or any kinky sex games that you and Rider played. You know what, you two deserve each other.” She started walking again, her gait and her shoulders stiff.

Sighing, Lancer reached out and caught her by the arm. Her head snapped back fast enough to cause her hair to brush against her cheeks to catch up. Amber eyes looked down at the offending hand before meeting his again. She said, “Let me go.”

“Not until you hear me out,” Lancer said as he looked at her.

She jerked her arm and retorted, “I don’t want to hear you out.”

He sighed then noticed her knuckles were red. Tilting his head, he lifted her hand closer so he could inspect it. He smiled and said, “Well, someone got under your skin tonight.”

“It was Shinji. He was running his mouth and I couldn’t stand it,” Ayako said as she raised her other hand to cover the tale tell marks. A faint flush colored pale cheeks as a small tongue snuck out to moisten dry lips. The sight was enough to send a shot of pure need through Lancer as he took a deep breath. He drew her close and she looked up at him with wide eyes as their bodies were almost touching.

He said, “You did a good thing then. That wanker deserved what you did and more.”

“I should punch you,” she said with a frown as the blush intensified.

Lancer smiled and said, “If it’ll make you feel better than do so.” He dropped her arm and held out his hands to the side with a smile. He tilted his head and said, “Go on, pretty vixen. Take a lick at me.”

“Okay, that just sounded wrong,” Ayako said with wide eyes as she continued to turn a multitude of lovely shades.

He threw back his head with a laugh and said, “You were the one who twisted my words, Ayako. Now if you want to take a lick at me I’d be more than happy to return the favor.”

“God you’re really perverted, you know that,” Ayako said with a shake of her head.

He grinned and said, “I come by it honestly, but if it’ll make you feel more at ease go ahead and give me a good hard blow.”

“Ack!” Ayako cried as she placed her hands on her ears with a sharp shake of her head, “God, you’re still doing it.”

Lancer grinned and said, “Give me a good beating?”

“No!” Ayako said with wide eyes as she shook her head again, but a smile was gracing her features and her voice was colored with laughter.

He smirked at her and said, “Would a good thrashing make my intentions clearer?”
“Yes, okay,” Ayako said with a laugh as she held up her hands, “I’m sorry I blew up at you yesterday.”

He frowned, fluttered his eyelashes and said, “I was looking forward to our little meal together.”

“I was too, but then Rider came and . . .” Ayako sighed with a shake of her head as she rubbed the back of her neck, her shoulders slumping.

Lancer frowned as he looked at her and said, “You’ve got a problem with the Greek wench.”

“It’s . . . I . . . doubt you’ll even believe me,” Ayako said as she wrapped her arms around herself.

“I’ll believe anything you tell me, but out in the open’s not the place to go baring yourself,” Lancer said with a shake of his head.

Ayako’s eyes widened and her hand came rushing at his arm with surprising speed. The smack of the small, feminine palm against his hard bicep stung, but that only added to the fire building within his gut. She pointed to him and said, “You’re doing it again, Lancer!”

“Can’t help it, it’s in my nature,” Lancer said with a grin as he offered his arm to her again. “Now, let’s go.”

Ayako eyed his arm and said, “You haven’t earned that again yet.”

“Don’t want to come with me then?” he asked with a tilt of his head.

She smiled and replied, “I didn’t say that.”


******
“Grandfather didn’t really talk that much about his dealings with people like you,” Shinji said as he looked at the trio sitting across the room from him. His eyes lingered on Eloise’s form with her long legs, high, firm breasts that were neither too large nor too small, and long, gleaming hair the color of a ripe apricot. Feline crimson eyes met his with a flash of a smile that made her look even more radiant than before.

The green haired male who was currently toying with a candy stick in his mouth said, “Well, we’re not exactly the best of company.”

“Our existence is acknowledged, but we’re hunted,” Eloise said with a sigh and a shake of her head.

The child piped up in her lyrical voice, “We didn’t ask to be like this, Shinji.”

“Well, you might have, but I went looking for it,” the Englishman said with a smile flashing pointed teeth as he pulled the stick from his mouth.

Eloise smiled and said, “Ethan came across being a Dead Apostle through experiments with his magecraft. I came from an ordinary family, but apparently had the Circuits deep within me. Being bit awakened them. Little Eden was the unwanted second child of a predominant magus family that has been dead for the last century.”

“I should have been the heir,” Shinji said as his hands curled and uncurled into fists. He had been lucky, barely surviving Sakura’s attack once Grandfather lost control over her. He’d been in a coma only to awake to find out that Sakura was now living with Emiya and having Tohsaka’s Servant break into his home one night. The oddly familiar grim man stated if he ever looked at Sakura the wrong way again he would sorely regret it. Then he had thrown a damned sword into Shinji’s pillow right beside his head before leaving.

Eden looked around and asked, “Where is your Grandfather?”

“Dead,” Shinji said with a snort, “Not that I miss him.”

Eloise’s eyes widened as she placed a trembling hand to her mouth. She said, “But . . . we were hoping he’d give us shelter while we were here.”

“We can find someplace else. Not like this ponce can do anything to help us,” Ethan said with a shrug.

Eden pouted and said, “But I like this place. It smells like misery and magic.”

“This is troubling,” Eloise said with a shake of her head as she looked up at Shinji with wide eyes.

Shinji glared at the mouthy bastard and the brat. Then he looked at Eloise and gave her his most dazzling smile. He said, “Well, I’m sure we could work something out, Eloise. Maybe we could talk somewhere in private.”

“That maybe a good idea,” Eloise said as she stood up. Her straight jeans and tank top hugged graceful curves with enough muscle to make her interesting. He smiled at her and gestured for her to follow. He led her away from the library and to his own bedroom.

He said, “It’s my room.”

Crimson eyes surveyed his room, lingering on the neat desk and bookshelves made of heavy wood. Shinji hadn’t dared to keep posters or anything else in this room other than one picture he couldn’t bring himself to get rid of that had Emiya and himself in it from Middle School. It made him yearn for a simpler time where Sakura was in the back ground and he could have friends and a life.

Her eyes found the photo and she said, “Cute boy. Friend of yours?”

“Sort of estranged,” Shinji said with a shrug. Trying to kill my sister and his girlfriend would strain any friendship, even one with Emiya.

Eloise said, “You seem lonely.”

“I can make by, and I think with you here neither of us will have to worry about anything,” he said with a smile.

A smile curved her coquettish lips as she said in her lilting accent, “You’re quite right about that, love.”

He folded his arms across his chest and said, “Of course, my favor isn’t going to come free you know.”

“Oh, I know,” Eloise said as she moved closer to him. The sweet scent of apricots filled his nostrils as a cold hand stroked his cheek. He groaned as her chilled lips caressed his. He parted her lips with his tongue, demanding entrance. They turned as one towards his bed only to have him pushed so he was sitting on it.

She smiled at him as she gracefully sank down to her knees. He groaned as she nuzzled both thighs as one nimble hand went to the fly of his school uniform. Aching need sprang forth only to be engulfed by cool wetness and clever suction.

He moaned as his body was spiked higher and higher with pleasure. Crimson eyes looked up at him then glowed before his world was plunged into sheer agony. Screams filled the bedroom with the first spray of crimson to hit expensive wallpaper as the Dead Apostle did what she did best.

Neir
April 5th, 2011, 10:28 PM
Oh shit, PLOT! And evil blowjobs. But I'm not complaining! Yay Elf! Excellent work all around.

Mike1984
April 5th, 2011, 10:28 PM
Did she just do what I think she did? Oh, wow.

Also, does that mean we're getting Dead Apostle Shinji from this, or is he just going to be minus a certain rather important organ...?

Neir
April 5th, 2011, 10:30 PM
Shinji would be a regular Dead if he was lucky.

Mike1984
April 5th, 2011, 10:31 PM
True....

Halcyonwolf
April 5th, 2011, 10:42 PM
Actually feel bad for Shinji....

Kratosirving
April 5th, 2011, 10:44 PM
I don't, that was a tremendously EPIC way of doing things!

Still, Shinji really is a damned moron. I mean, 3 Dead Apostles there, and your basically a fucking food stamp, and you try to get sex for shelter? If he hadn't ended up that way I'd have been disappointed.

Mike1984
April 5th, 2011, 10:44 PM
Actually feel bad for Shinji....

Nope, I'm not feeling it....


Still, Shinji really is a damned moron. I mean, 3 Dead Apostles there, and your basically a fucking food stamp, and you try to get sex for shelter? If he hadn't ended up that way I'd have been disappointed.

This is the same guy who spent three years raping and abusing a girl who could kill him with a mere thought (and, then, basically forced her into a situation where she didn't have any choice but to kill him...). What did you expect?

Kieran
April 5th, 2011, 10:49 PM
*chuckle* This plan, I know - because she graciously agreed to it. This is going to be fun . . .

Halcyonwolf
April 5th, 2011, 10:58 PM
What did you expect?

Not to cringe when he went for a Darwin Award.

Odd for me since I usually want bad things to happen to him.

RanmaBushiko
April 6th, 2011, 12:16 AM
Definitely a darwin award. Definitely. Still... ouch.

Mike1984
April 6th, 2011, 12:22 AM
Yeah, Shinji seems to have somehow sidestepped one Darwin Award (the one he got in canon HF) only to walk straight into another one....

Alyeris
April 6th, 2011, 12:25 AM
It's almost sad when you think that with a halfway normal upbringing Shinji could actually have turned out a tolerable (if a bit arrogant) guy. It's stated somewhere that a large part of the reason that he became such a jerk was because of the way that he had a pillar of his self-identity ripped out from under him upon discovering that Sakura was the one that would continue the magical heritage of his family. Before that he's actually supposed to have treated the girl decently, even going so far as to pity her.

Imagine that. A Shinji that treats Sakura nice and has a tolerable personality. Mike's head would explode.

Mike1984
April 6th, 2011, 12:29 AM
I think "treated her decently" is an over-statement. He tolerated her, and did indeed pity her a little, in the same sense as Gilgamesh pities one of his servants (recall that, at this point, he did not know she was being abused). But, anyway, I have no problem with the concept of Shinji not being a dick and treating Sakura with basic human decency. Zouken, maybe, but not Shinji.

Elf
April 6th, 2011, 01:12 AM
Did she just do what I think she did? Oh, wow.

You can just think whatever you want to think. It's one of the first things I learned while writing horror. Whatever you're going to think up is going to be far better than what I actually write.


Also, does that mean we're getting Dead Apostle Shinji from this, or is he just going to be minus a certain rather important organ...?

You'll just have to seeeee!

Honestly, I didn't have the infamous blowjob planned. Eloise was just like, "Let me handle this . . ." And I was like, "Damn girl! You might have to live to see another story!"

Mike1984
April 6th, 2011, 01:16 AM
You can just think whatever you want to think. It's one of the first things I learned while writing horror. Whatever you're going to think up is going to be far better than what I actually write.

You obviously don't know my imagination, then :p


You'll just have to seeeee!

Indeed....


Honestly, I didn't have the infamous blowjob planned. Eloise was just like, "Let me handle this . . ." And I was like, "Damn girl! You might have to live to see another story!"

Well, I can't honestly see how castrating Shinji reduces her survival chances....

Ivan The Mouse
April 6th, 2011, 01:33 AM
Hmn, Lancer's making progress and Eloise, Ethan and Eden is introduced to Shinji. He he, this is the good sort of plot I'm finding.

Apricot blowjobs and double-entendres, for the win.

Elf
April 6th, 2011, 09:53 PM
Part Four: Lancer Bares All

Lancer was whistling a favorite battle hymn softly as the two of them walked together to his intended destination. Ayako blinked up at him and said, “I don’t think I’ve ever heard that tune before.”

“It’s an old one,” he said with a smile as the dead patch of earth loomed a head. Twisted and grey bits of wood burst up from the ground as their barren branches reached heavenward. Yellow, brittle grass spread across the earth between the trees reaching for a savior, and the only sound was two pairs of foot steps and a faint breeze rustling dead limbs. Ayako frowned as she looked around.

“The park?” she asked.

Lancer nodded and said, “Aye, for several reasons. One it’s quiet and two . . . well, we’ll get to that.”

“Sure,” Ayako said as she headed to the lone bench in the midst of the bone orchard. Shrugging, the Celt followed her as he folded his hands into his pockets. The lass smoothed her skirt before sitting down while he sort of collapsed onto the bench and stretched his legs out.

Lancer looked at her and said, “So, Rider?”

“It’s . . . I don’t even know it happened this way but . . .” Ayako said with a sigh as her shoulders slumped and her cheeks flushed.

He waved his hand and said, “Start at the beginning. Then we’ll see where the tale goes here.”

“Okay, I don’t know if you were here but about a year and a half ago there was like this series of killings all through Fuyuki. Some people were just killed with a sword, others just vanished,” Ayako said with a shake of her head, “Not to mention all of those gas leaks downtown.”

Aye, a side effect of the Grail War, Lancer thought with a nod, “I know all about that, Ayako. Go on.”

“So anyway I was on my way home from school. I’d gotten into it with Shinji earlier that day but that wasn’t anything new back then. Well, half way home from practice someone grabbed me and jerked me into an alley,” Ayako said as her hands gripped her skirt. He watched as knuckles blanched and fabric creaked under the powerful grip.

Lancer’s jaw ticked and he asked, “Were you violated?” Archer is an ass, but he doesn’t go around forcing himself on innocent girls, if it was Berserker she would have died on the first thrust if his cock matched the rest of his body, Assassin couldn’t leave the bloody temple, Rider . . .

Rider is far too interested in my vixen.

Ayako swallowed and said, “I . . . not . . . I’m still a virgin, damn it!”

“I wouldn’t have thought any less of you if you were, lass,” Lancer said in a soft voice as he met her eyes.

She curled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs, keeping her skirt down. Auburn hair brushed against the black fabric as she hid her face until only her golden eyes were visible. There was the tiny flash of a jaw working as those eyes became glistening and bright. “You’re going to think I’m crazy.” Her voice came out muffled from her legs.

Lancer sighed, reached out and stroked her hair. He said, “I’m not going to think you’re crazy, Pretty Vixen. Not any more than me anyway.” He winked with a grin and she lifted her head up from her hiding place. Her head tilted ever so slightly as he ran his fingers through the silken strands, marveling at their feel and color. Normally he enjoyed women who’s hair covered him like a blanket, but Ayako’s cropped locks suited her, as Bazett’s had.

Kinsman that I failed, he thought of his former Master who blushed and stammered around him. She had wanted to save him, but Lancer didn’t need to be saved. He just wanted another good fight and maybe a night or two spent between a nice pair of thighs. Bazett had given him the later with her virtue, but Kotomine, in his ability to be a perfect ass, had denied him the first and most coveted of his “wishes”.

Ayako looked up at him and asked, “What’s wrong with you?”

“Mmm, deep thoughts, but you’re the one telling your story here, not I,” Lancer said with a smile as he straightened up.

Ayako sighed and said, “I swore I saw Shinji there laughing and . . . There she was. All I remember is her hair and her face at my neck and it hurt at first and then it felt good.” Her eyes looked up at him and she asked, “Do you believe in vampires?”

“Let me guess, long lavender hair and you couldn’t see her eyes?” Lancer asked with a sigh.

Golden eyes widened as the girl nodded her head. She answered, “Yeah. It was Rider . . . I was apparently found wandering around and naked afterwards . . .” She squeezed her arms around her legs again, covering her head.

Lancer sighed as he reached his arms around her as he heard soft, muffled cries. Ayako weighed nothing as he carefully lifted her onto his lap. If anything she curved perfectly into him as he rested his chin and cheek on the top of his head as his arms encircled her. A deep breath filled his nostrils with the scent of apples and autumn.

“Gods you smell wonderful,” he said with a sigh.

She stiffened in his arms but her tear stained eyes met his. “She drank my blood, Lancer.”

“Of course she did. She was after your prana, or rather, your life force,” Lancer said with a snort, “Believe you me, Rider’s not human. Bloody hell, she’s not even alive. Sakura’s pumping her with magical energy and life to keep her here.”

Ayako frowned and said, “You’d better not be making fun of me.”

“Oh no, Lass, I’m not, watch,” Lancer said as he extended his left hand. He glared at the air above his palm as his eyes traced the all too familiar rune. Oxygen sparked and fed as orange and gold leapt out of the air above his palm.

Ayako blinked and stared at the flickering rune of flame not even a meter away from her face. One pale hand reached out and hovered right before it as more and more concentration was being poured into keeping it alight. “It’s hot,” she said with a gasp, “That’s real fire . . . And it’s hovering above your palm . . .”

Lancer smirked and said, “That’s nothing.” His palm reached up and he crushed the flames in his hand until only smoke remained. Five fingers flattened out to show wide eyes unmarred skin that still had smoke rising from it.

“Not even a mark,” she muttered as she reached out to touch his hand.

“I killed the rune before grabbing the fire,” he said as he moved her so she was sitting on the bench. He stood up, smirked, winked and said, “Now watch this.”

He took a couple of steps back then sprang into motion. Long legs moved rapidly as feet barely touched the earth as it began to blur all around him. Cool air sprang up to meet his face as he gracefully turned back to run back to the bench. He ran back and forth, building more and more speed until he was simply a blue blur. A loud boom enriched him, echoing across the air once he hit the required speed to make the thunder clap.

Lancer was grinning as he made a pass by the bench again before skidding to a stop. Ayako was watching him with wide eyes. She shook her head and said, “That’s impossible.”

“Well, for you, but my da was a god,” Lancer said with a grin.

Her eyes narrowed and she said, “You broke the sound barrier. On foot. Then proceed to tell me your father’s a god.”

“Lugh to be precise, God of Light,” Lancer said with a smile.

Ayako frowned and said, “I don’t even know who that is.”

“You Japanese need to read some other myths,” Lancer said with a sigh and a shake of his head.

Ayako looked up at him and said, “I want answers. All of it.”

“And I’ll tell you exactly what I know,” he said with a shrug.


******

Ayako said, “I’m going to beat the crap out of her.”

Crimson eyes met hers and rich, masculine laughter filled the air before Lancer asked, “Little Rin?”

She nodded, gritted her teeth, clinched her fists and said, “Yes! She’s been lying to me all of these years. I mean, it makes sense and explains her weird behavior most of the time, but she should have told me!”

“Well, her telling you could have put a death sentence on your head or so these blokes say,” Lancer said with a shrug.

Ayako stood up from the bench and asked, “Then why did you tell me!”

“Because it was the right thing to do, and I’d like a good fight. Damn Bowman all but dares all of those wankers at the Magus Association to start something while I’m told I can’t come,” Lancer said with a snort.

Ayako frowned and said, “That’s Tohsaka’s creepy butler, right? Archer?”

“Creepy Butler?” Lancer said with a laugh and a shake of his head, “That’s rather perfect description of him actually.”

“Well, he is creepy,” Ayako said with a shudder, “He all but stalks her and . . .”

Lancer winked and said, “I bet wee Rin enjoys it.”

“I just tasted bile,” Ayako said with a wince before swallowing the burning in her throat and grimacing at Lancer, who was laughing again.

She sighed and sat down beside him, her head still spinning from his story. He had told her about the Holy Grail War and how he had been a Servant until some magic sent him “ass over teakettle” back to life again. He’d told her how his Master had been betrayed and he’d been taken by “a fucking asshole priest” who made him “just prance around the other Servants to see what they can do”. Something which he’d seemed very irate about.

“So, this is all new to you then?” she asked as she looked at him.

Lancer nodded and said, “Aye. World’s grown a bit more comfortable since the last time I drew breath.”

“And you don’t like it,” Ayako said with a shake of her head.

He sighed and said, “I miss battling. God, I feel bunched up in my skin and I don’t know what I’d aught to do.”

“I feel like that a lot too,” Ayako admitted as she picked at a loose thread in her uniform skirt.

He smiled, flashing his canines, and said, “Aye, I know. One of the reasons I’m drawn to you.”

“I bet it’s one of the reasons I keep putting up with you and your ADHD,” she replied with a lopsided smile.

He laughed, a joyous rolling sound that shook his slim frame. His eyes focused on her as the laughter drained away. He said, “I can’t promise you the moon and the stars. I’m just making my intentions towards you known.”

“I’m too young to settle down anyway. I’m not like Sakura-chan who’s already to be a perfect wife and she’s not even eighteen yet,” Ayako said with a snort and a wave of her hand.

Lancer asked, “Well, what do you want to do with yourself?”

“The thing is I don’t know,” she said with a sigh, “I’ve been accepted to the college my mom wants me to go to but . . .”

Lancer’s voice was quiet as he said, “You’re not like Rin to be content learning like that.”

“No, it bores me to tears,” Ayako said with a sigh, “I’m happiest on the range with someone worthy against me.”

He grinned and said, “I know how that is.”

“Then that Rider had to come and . . .” she rubbed her neck with a hard swallow and shook her head.

Lancer placed his hand over hers, his skin warm and rough as he held it. His eyes met hers and she was aware of how other they looked with their glowing red irises and their wolfish, almond shaped appearance. Lancer was like some great predator. Beautiful, wild, untamable, and powerful, but yet he was letting her close for the moment. Ayako wasn’t seeing Happily Ever After in their future, but she was seeing Happily Now.

“Don’t ever look into her eyes,” Lancer said.

She replied, “I like looking into yours better.”

Lancer smiled and said, “So, you know the story.”

“It . . . I feel better. That I’m not going crazy,” she said with a shaky laugh. She moved her hand from her throat, but Lancer hadn’t moved his away from hers. Automatically smaller fingers intertwined with larger and rougher ones.

Lancer grinned and asked, “So, shall we try going out on one of those dates tomorrow?”

“I’ll meet you at that flower stand after you get off work,” Ayako said with a grin.

“And not even Rider’ll ruin it for us this time,” he said with a grin that squinted his eyes shut.

Kieran
April 6th, 2011, 09:59 PM
"I just tasted bile" - *chuckle* That is one of your best reactionary lines. :)

Alyeris
April 6th, 2011, 10:07 PM
Awww, is Lancer going to actually find Twu Wuv? Really, this scene was very sweet, with Lancer being portrayed as a considerate and charming guy for once instead of the serial womaniser that he seems to be in other fics.

Neir
April 6th, 2011, 10:08 PM
Fantastic. My one nitpick, I thought Lancer needed to actually trace the runes, either with a runestone itself or his hand.

Seriously, I've been waiting for you to update this, and two so quickly is fantastic. Especially when one is all Lancer and Ayako.


I always thought of Lancer as being much deeper than most give him credit for. Shirou's understanding of Cu Culann's tale really stuck to me.

Elf
April 6th, 2011, 10:26 PM
I always thought of Lancer as being much deeper than most give him credit for. Shirou's understanding of Cu Culann's tale really stuck to me.

Pretty much this actually. There's a lot more to Lancer than you'd think.

Which is something I'm going to play with later on once he and Archer start their awkward partnership.

And . . . anyone else ever think about how to get a werewolf into the Nasuverse?

Neir
April 6th, 2011, 10:31 PM
'Suddenly, A WEREWOLF APPEARS!'

No for reelz, any way you want. Seriously, vampires, living legends, parallel realities, I'm sure werewolves are in there SOMEWHERE.

Kieran
April 6th, 2011, 10:39 PM
According to Evo (or Evaron, can't remember which), Type-Moon werewolves are basically humans possessed by berserker spirits. They end up not dissimiliar from your interpretation of lycanthropes.

Elf
April 6th, 2011, 10:44 PM
According to Evo (or Evaron, can't remember which), Type-Moon werewolves are basically humans possessed by berserker spirits. They end up not dissimiliar from your interpretation of lycanthropes.

That I can use. Of course, they'll still shapeshift.

Technically, Lancer himself could qualify. He did reistad a time or two in his life time.

Neir
April 6th, 2011, 10:50 PM
Oh god, the warp spasms. That will scare the fuck out of, well... anyone. Except maybe Berserker. But he's dead.

Elf
April 6th, 2011, 10:51 PM
Oh god, the warp spasms. That will scare the fuck out of, well... anyone. Except maybe Berserker. But he's dead.

You know he's going to do this in one of their cases right? :)

Neir
April 6th, 2011, 11:08 PM
*shakes fist* ELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLF!!!!

Ivan The Mouse
April 7th, 2011, 11:26 AM
Oh Lancer, oh you.


And LOL at Lancer's ADHD. And I bet Rider has something up her sleeve again.

Altima of the Gates
April 8th, 2011, 06:29 PM
I loved the two recent installments. Rider is really gonna get an earful next time, from everyone. I'm just wondering whether Lancer will fight her on the spot, or tattle to Sakura.

Lancer and Ayako have a good rapport, and now she's all clued in for the most part. And yeah, 'happily now' is good enough at this point. Let's hope for an extension.
The vampire trio is quite interesting, especially the relationship between Eden and Ethan. Eden is catching my eye.

Mike1984
April 8th, 2011, 06:34 PM
I loved the two recent installments. Rider is really gonna get an earful next time, from everyone. I'm just wondering whether Lancer will fight her on the spot, or tattle to Sakura.

Yeah, she is.

I do wonder what Ayako thinks of all this, too. After all, she knows that Rider attacked her and that Rider is now Sakura's servant, but she doesn't know what came in between....


Lancer and Ayako have a good rapport, and now she's all clued in for the most part. And yeah, 'happily now' is good enough at this point. Let's hope for an extension.

Yeah, that seems to be going pretty well so far, Rider notwithstanding.


The vampire trio is quite interesting, especially the relationship between Eden and Ethan. Eden is catching my eye.

Yeah.

I liked their way of handing Shinji, too....

Kratosirving
April 8th, 2011, 07:43 PM
Out of that damned trio, Eloise has seduced me, not going to even try to resist.


...Just saying.

Kieran
April 8th, 2011, 09:05 PM
I like her too - but the name does nothing for me.

Kratosirving
April 11th, 2011, 11:18 PM
OMAKE TIME!!!

Here with Elf's help, some win.


Wanted

This town hadn't been what she'd been expecting, but Ethan had found someone to amuse him and Eden...well Eden just did whatever the hell she wanted. Sighing, Eloise made her way downtown to check out one of the "threats" Eden had told her about.

Far above her, Archer sighed. He was again fulfilling his duties as guardian of Fuyuki, patrolling the city at night. However, tonight was different. The city was eerily quiet, next to no one was out and about.

Eloise's keen eyes could make out someone moving at a rapid speed above the city skyline. She was suddenly reminded of western superheroes and the thought made her chuckle. They had been careful of disposing bodies and keeping numbers of the Dead rather low, but the death toll was significant enough for those who were attentive to know that something was wrong.

Archer continued hopping across the rooftops, still unable to find any signs of life. The complete silence save the wind whipping across his face was staggering. Suddenly, his eyes landed upon that of a solitary woman and he first felt a sense of relief. But that relief was quickly replaced by uneasiness as he saw that she was also looking in his direction. An odd feeling began to pool in the pit of his stomach, increasing in intensity the longer he viewed her. Finally he could stand it no longer and he deviated from his path and made his way down to her.

Eloise turned her head to follow the man with a red cape as he landed behind her. "That was quite a long way down from there, wasn’t it?" she asked with a smile.

"Not for me." Archer said with a small grin of his own. Too strange. Why had he felt so…compelled to alter his patrol route again? All he had done was look at her for a few seconds, and now here he was. He knew what had just happened, but still couldn’t understand it. He wondered if this woman had something to do with the lack of people out and about during the night hours.

She raised her eyebrows and said, "You must be pretty good at Reinforcement to pull off a jump like that.."

Archer stood stoic and just continued to smile. "Nothing special." He reiterated again.

"Maybe not where you're standing," she said with a grin as she pushed her hair back from her face.

Archer took a few moments to study the woman in front of him. She was exceptionally beautiful, he admitted to himself. Bright apricot hair, turquoise eyes...and curves in all the right places. But still...what was causing this uneasy feeling?

"So, what brought you from your ‘Superhero’ patrol to talk to me? To warn me of some unsavory element?" she said with a grin.

The smile from Archer's face faded. "To be honest, I don't know. I saw you and felt I had to come down, that's all there is to it. However, I have a feeling the reason wasn't just your good looks." He said as the smile reappeared.

"I rather think the reason is because some part of me wanted you to come down," she answered. “And, my oh my, with your looks, I’m rather glad I had that thought."

Archer snorted. “You wanted me to come down, and so I down I came? That seems rather conceited you know.”

"No, it's just one of the few things I can do," Eloise replied.

Archer paused. "Well, what an unusual ability you have...What else can you do, Miss...?"

"Eloise," she said with a smile, "And your name?"

"Archer," he said. "Tell me something Eloise, why are you the only one I see out tonight?"

"Well, you know how rats and the like know when to hide when there's a more evolved predator hunting? People are like that too. No matter how civilized you become, that part of your brain never goes away," she replied.

Archer grimaced. "I see. I get it now...Dead Apostle." He had finally ripped his eyes away from the woman's eyes and seen her fangs gleam in the moonlight.

"Don't take offense so quickly." she said with a chuckle, flashing her fangs again. “I happen to believe I’m rather an enjoyable person, once you get to know me.”

Archer however, let his hands fall his side, a pair of swords forming in his hands. "Maybe so, but I think I’d rather be prepared for any…hostile intentions."

Eloise’s eyebrow archer slightly in surprise. “Apparently I'm not the only one with an unusual ability," she said as she studied the unusual swords in his hands.

Archer broke into a grin again. "As I said, nothing special."

Eloise said, "But an interesting ability. And not loud either."

"Well, I guess it's not noisy." Archer said with a shrug.

"The other one like you. The Irishman. He’s loud, annoying, and needs to bathe more," Eloise said with a curl of her nose.

Archer chuckled. "Oh, you've already met that idiot. Yeah, I'd say that fits him to a tee."

"Could use a hair cut too. At least you look like you know your way around a bottle of hair gel," she said with a small laugh.

Archer laughed out loud. "No gel, actually, just years of overusing."

"Overuse?" she said with a tilt of her head, "Well, it does look like you lost all the pigment in your hair and eyes."

Archer vanished the swords from his hands. "Well, I guess you could say something like that."

"I've heard of it happening before, but never saw it in practice," she said, "You really put your nose to the grind stone."

"...Alright, enough idle banter. What are you doing here?" Archer asked. As much as he enjoyed trading words with her, he had a duty to protect the city. A Dead Apostle jeopardized that safety of the city just by being here.

"Well, actually I was looking for you." she replied as she looked up at him.

"And what business would a Dead Apostle have with me? I don’t deal with your kind that often." Archer asked cautiously.

"To check you out. To see if you were annoying or . . . interesting." She replied.

Archer grinned. "I feel honored. Guess I'm more famous than I thought."

"Well, I don't know who you are, but I would like to find out," she replied.

Archer’s smile broadened impulsively. "Well, as long as you're not here for any trouble, I guess I can do that."

Eloise smiled wickedly as she saw how easily she was winning him over. "Well, I admit there was this kid I drained...a pretentious brat wanting sexual favors in exchange for shelter," she said with a snort.

Archer's eyes narrowed. "...Somehow I get the feeling I know who you're talking about."

"He was abusive, and a rapist..." she said, "Honestly my favorite sort of prey."

Archer sighed. "Really, I hate it when your kind do that sort of thing, but the dregs of humanity deserve such fates."

"Does a wolf pity the deer that it eats? Or a shark the seal it kills?" Eloise asked, "I mean, I'm not exactly fond of my condition, and finding virgins is rather troublesome. And I’m in constant pain."

Archer tilted his head slightly. "You’re exclusively a virgin hunter? Man, did you pick the wrong country to come to." He said with a snicker.

"It’s not all that surprising. See, Dead Apostles DNA constantly deteriorates, while a virgin, who's never mingled their DNA with anyone, helps us stabilize ourselves for a longer period of time" Eloise explained.

Archer nodded sagely as he digested that information. "Well, that makes sense as well. You know, you're pretty fun to talk to, Eloise." He said with a smile.

"Well, considering my traveling partners are an eternally twelve year old girl and a womanizing Brit, I don't get to talk like this all that much, Archer," Eloise said with a smile as she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.

Archer's eyes narrowed. "...Traveling companions?"

"Someone like me shouldn't travel alone," she snorted, "I don't have any way to defend myself if someone like you or the Irish jerk came after me."

"I take it than that if you didn't have to travel with them you'd dump them in a heartbeat, right?" Archer asked.

"For the most part yes. I'm not a mommying type, and Eden and Ethan are rather close. They could get by without me and I wouldn’t be missed" she said with a shrug.

Archer laughed as he walked forward to the oddly comfortable woman in front of him. "Guess that means you haven't been here for too long."

"No, just a day or two. We separate to hunt at night and rest during the day obviously," Eloise said smiling at his laugh. "Thankfully. I get the feeling from what you said earlier you'd behave quite different if one of those other two were here."

"If they were, we'd be draining you," Eloise said matter of factly.

"Hmph." Archer snorted. She certainly wasn't short of confidence in her allies, at least if she was telling the truth that she had no abilities other than whatever "want" ability she had. He admired her guts. "You mean you'd try, Eloise."

"Well, they're the ones with the power. I just find things or have things I want come to me," Eloise said with a smile.

"And I'm saying I doubt I'd have a problem with them. You want an example of what I can do? No danger to you, I assure you." He added as he saw her eyes narrow in caution.

"Show me," she said with a smile, eager that he was being so open with her.

Archer closed his eyes, and imagined a very familiar golden sword in his mind. He naturally and fluidly ran through the steps of tracing it once more, and his eyelids were lit by a golden light, that faded after a second. He opened his eyes and glanced down at the copy of Excalibur in his hand. "I don't know if you know what this is, but surely you can feel the power coming off this blade?"

"I know not to touch it because it's blessed." she said, "It also came from no where. You willed it into being, but it's not hollow like some other magi's tracing."

Archer's grin widened. "Well, you grasped the basics of it all rather quickly. Still, it is just a copy; the real one is a lot more powerful." He said. "And of course, like I said, that's just an example."

"I've studied magecraft, even though I can't really use it," Eloise said with a shrug, "Luckily I had enough circuits that I didn't become just a corpse."

Archer nodded. "Agreed, it would have been a waste if you'd died, or become just a Dead."

"I wouldn't be pretty anymore, that's for bloody sure," she said with a grin.

Archer agreed silently as his eyes went over the contours of her body again, this time from a closer distance. He felt his neglected lower half shamelessly straining itself against his pants, but willfully ignored it.

"Seems like you'd agree," Eloise said as she looked him up and down, focusing on the damning bulge.

Archer chuckled. "Hey, at the core I'm a male. Not much I can do about it when I see a beautiful woman in front of me."

"Maybe, but still, this strong of a reaction and I haven't even touched you . . ." Eloise said with a giggle, "Either it's been a very long time or . . ." She moved closer and whispered in realization, "Never at all."

Archer just smirked with his eyes closed. "Heh. It has been a long time for me. I haven't done it since I got brought-" Archer quickly stopped as he recalled what she had said earlier about her hunting virgins. While he wasn't technically a virgin, his current body was. "Ahem, I mean, I just haven't done it in a while."

"Which is a shame. A guy like you should have some pretty little maid waiting for him. Or fighting by his side," she added with a smile

Archer's face fell as memories of red and pale blue eyes flashed in front of him. "I did, for a time. Actually, it's more correct to say that I fought alongside her."

"And what happened to her?" Eloise asked.

"She's off in London now, furthering her life as a mage. Left me to care for her land while she was gone." Archer murmured.

Eloise giggled and said, "And you said you wanted to be with her at the worse possible time?"

"Wha!" Archer blanched as his face turned deep red. "How did you know that?" he asked shakily.

"You just seem like the type who's rather repressed," she said as she took another step closer to him.

"...Hmph." Archer snorted. "and you're the sort who really likes to tease." He frowned and muttered quietly to himself. "That's my role damnit."

"Hey, some role reversal can be fun, and it's been a long time since I've had fun," she said with a grin as she took yet another step closer to him.

Archer opened an eye and his other one snapped open as well in surprise at the slightly hungry look in her bright eyes. He unconsciously gulped as he felt frozen in place.

She rested a hand on his chest and said, "Your heart's racing. I like that." Then she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him.

Archer stood there in slight shock and looked down at her. "That..was more gentle than what I was expecting," he said hoarsely.

"Mmm I didn't want to scare you into you making some giant glowing sword and stabbing me with it," she said with a grin as one hand trailed lower to cup the rather generous ridge below his waist, "This however, you can thrust into me wherever you want."

Archer groaned as he felt soft, delicate fingers rub across the front of his pants. "Hey...that ability of yours...is unfair when it comes to things like this...you know?" he said through breaths.

She nibbled at his ear and said, "I know, I like getting what I want." She continued to stroke him and asked, "But what do you want? It's not any fun if I'm the only one getting off."

Archer sighed and looked deeply into her bright greenish-blue eyes. "You've been rubbing my answer, silly woman." He said as he brought a hand to her ass and began to rub it lightly.

She sighed at that and grinned, pressing herself against him. "That's obvious." She took one of his hands and gently licked his fingers before nipping the index finger and sucking the blood she drew there. "Know of anywhere more private?"

Archer grinned down at her. "Many," he said as he gave her cheek a slight squeeze. "You prefer indoors or out?"

She grinned at the squeeze and said, "I don't have a preference." Then she pulled him close and kissed him again.

Archer chuckled in between breaths as they kissed, and he brought his other hand up to cup her cheek. "Take as you will, eh. Alright, you may want to hang on, Eloise." he said.

Her arms wrapped around his neck and said, "Oh, this should be fun."

Archer wrapped his other hand around her waist, than leaped high and away, moving quickly toward his destination.

"The school? Why I don't have a uniform," she said with a grin as the large building loomed in front of them.

Archer grinned back as he pushed off the ground again. "Who said we were going to learn about anything school related?"

"Going to bend me over a teacher's desk?" she asked with a smirk.

Archer laughed. "What, like cheesy Western porn? Definitely not."

"Do you watch a lot of cheesy western porn?" she asked with a grin.

"...No comment." He said cryptically as he made one last jump, now only a couple hundred yards from the school grounds.

She said, "Well, I bet you're lonely." She then whispered, "I'd love to watch you wank off, honestly."

"Wha!" Archer said again as he nearly missed his landing through sheer shock. "Such a dirty mouth, and a mind to go with it," he said with a smile before leaning forward and bringing his lips to her ear.
"I like it."

She shivered at his low voice and said, "I like speaking my mind. It's one of the joys of this area. Plus pants. Thank god for pants."

Archer laughed again. "Pants? Odd thing to be thankful for." He said as he pointed out a familiar outer building. "That place should serve nicely for our 'activities'."

"A dojo? What goes on there, I wonder," she said with a smile.

“It’s where the archery club practices.” Archer said.

“Oh? How fitting. "I hope you won't miss your mark.” She said as her eyes shot up.

"Somehow, I don't think you'd let me," he whispered.

"No, I'll be sure to thoroughly guide you. After all, it's been a while," she said nibbling his ear.

Archer shivered as he let go of the smaller woman's hips and stepped away. "Well, first I think you wanted me to do something else didn't you?" He said as he unclasped his mantle and removed it and his cape, than began to unbuckle his belt.

"Yes I would," she said, her turquoise eyes lighting up as she looked up at him. She hadn't expected him to do such a thing, but . . ."Take it all off. I want to see you."

Again, that word. Want. Archer wasn't sure why, but it seemed to be taking a hold of him. He felt that whatever she wanted from him, he would do. Unquestionably. "Greedy, aren't we?" He said with a chuckle as he stepped out of his pants, baring his lower half to her as he unbuckled his chestplate before discarding it as well, than completely bare.

"You have no idea," she said with a smile as she watched him undress. Her mouth parted, a tiny pink tongue wet her lips as she watched him. Exotic eyes raked up and down his body taking in scars and thick, tawny muscles. Her "breath" caught at the thick, hard length proudly jutting out for her. "Oh my…"

Archer watched her reaction, and he felt himself blush as he did so. "Alright, how do you want me to do it?" he asked.

Dear lord he was blushing . . . "Don't come," she said in a breathy voice, "But . . . show me what you do when you're lonely, but remember don't come. I want all of that inside me.”

"As you wish..." he murmured as he moved to the wall and leaned against it, moving his left hand down to his pulsing, hardened shaft and swiftly began to rub it. He closed his eyes and an image of the woman in front of him appeared in his mind as he imagined that she was the one working him over.

She walked up beside him and said, "You have a good imagination, Archer." She Gasped as she saw him swell even more. "And you're rather impressive."

"Glad you're...enjoying the show!" he grunted as he drowned in her soft voice, feeling her eyes piercing him, spurring him on. Archer felt his lips open slowly as he began to lightly pant, and felt heat building up within him, and he dejectedly pulled his hand away from his shaft.

She kissed his parted lips hungrily, wasting no time to press her tongue into his mouth and devour him. She held him tight as she kissed him, careful not to touch his pulsing length. "So good, Archer," she moaned into his lips.

Archer felt her push aside his tongue with her own and he quickly moved it to push against hers as his rod pulsed with need in frustration at the loss of his hand, and that she was purposely ignoring it, torturing him even more.

She pulled back with a smile before reaching up to pull off her shirt, letting it fall to the floor. Next came her bra, her shoes, jeans and panties, leaving her bare before him. She smiled at him and said, "I want you to make me properly ready for you."

Archer felt a large aching down there and breathed deeply in. "Gently...or roughly? He gasped.

"Surprise me," she said with a smile.

With that, Archer pounced forward and brought his lips to her neck and began laving and suckling at patches of skin along her neck, making it slick with his saliva. His hands weren't idle, as they roughly groped the mounds of flesh and pinched her small, hardened nipples. And of course, his magma-hot and hard length as pressing harshly against her smooth stomach.

"Yes," she groaned as she clutches his hair and back. She arched up with a groan as he nibbled and sucked at her throat hard enough to leave marks on a normal girl. His hands were rough on her breasts and her body was already responding for him. She was not shy about the wetness seeping from her as she rubbed against his thigh.

Archer whipped his head around and repeated the process to the other side of her neck, not failing to take notice of the dampness on his leg, causing him to laugh lowly into her neck, sending vibrations through her body. Soon though, he moved lower and clamped down on her right breast with his teeth as his hands danced along her stomach line.

She arched her neck back, offering more of herself to him as she parted her legs. Her own lips found his shoulder, lightly nibbling on it. Not hard enough to draw blood, but to sting.

He groaned loudly against her chest as he felt the tinge of pain on his shoulder. He responded by nipping her nipple and crushing her other breast, his hips moving against her taught stomach.

She hissed as her nails bit into his skin at the rough treatment. Smiling impishly she laved the area she just stung.

Archer shivered as he felt her cool tongue flow across his stinging, heated shoulder. His pulled his mouth away from her chest, leaving a teasing flick across her nipple as he did so. He sank to his knees, and thrust his tongue into the space of her navel, wiggling around as much as he could as his hands sank lower, massaging her calves.

She gasped as he sank to his knees before her. She arched back for him, moving a leg up for better access. Long fingers ran back and forth through his hair as he stroked her legs.

He smiled as much as he could through the action his tongue was engaged in at her latest gasp. He than continued down what was left of her body, bringing his hand up towards the rendezvous point as well. He paused and opened his eyes and looked at the cool, wet petal in front of him before running a finger roughly around the edges of it.

She hissed as her fingers tightened in his hair and on his shoulder. It had been far too long since she had done this for her own enjoyment and not just a means to an end. He was what she needed, what she wanted and was ultimately going to have

His grin widened as he heard and felt her reactions, and he responded by increasing the intensity his finger was moving, inching ultimately closer before it sank into her core.

"Ahhh," she gasped, arching towards him, "D-don't stop . . . more . . ."

He chuckled at her pleading. "Of course..." he said as he inserted another finger, keeping up the fast, intense pace.

She clutched at him, biting her lip to keep from crying out. Her core gripped around him.

He glanced upward to see her face and his smile broadened even more. He than brought his head back down to where his fingers were before he leaned forward and gave the apex of her folds a flick of his tongue.

She cried out at that, arching up towards him. Tingles were racing up and down her body with each lick. The welcome feeling of weightlessness and tension was building up higher and higher.

She was close, he was certain of it. Deciding not to lead her on any longer, he jammed his fingers in as far as he could go and wrapped his lips around her clitoris, grazing it with his teeth as he laved it with his tongue.

"ARCHER!" For one shining moment she shattered, her body bucking towards him hard. She screamed her bliss to him and to the world, collapsing around his fingers.

Archer bared the brunt of her weight as her body went rigid and convulsed around and over him as he used his other hand to hold her steady,

Eloise leaned against him, trembling as she held him. Her eyes opened as she looked down at him, swallowing. "T-that was..." Amazing. He was amazing, just for that alone.

Archer moved his face away from her core, slipping his fingers out of her passage as he did so and looked up at her. "You did want this."

"Yes," she answered in a low voice before moaning at the loss of him. "If I just wanted to eat you, I would have already bit you."

He chuckled lowly. "Apparently. Well, do you think you're ready enough, Eloise?" he teased. He damned well knew she was, he just wanted to screw with her a little more.

Her turquoise eyes narrowed as she pushed him down to the floor with a smile before climbing onto his lap. She slowly sank fully down on him, hissing as she did until he was settled to the hilt.

Archer groaned loudly in both resistance and the pleasure, as he felt her cool insides envelop his ironed sword, and almost orgasmed from the insertion. His recent stroking and stoking of the flames within him didn't help matters either, and he had to steel his mind or he knew she'd take him the moment she raised and lowered herself one time.

She gasped at the fullness of him from within, as well as his blazing heat. "S-so warm,' she said with a sigh. Her body adjusted to him quickly and she drew her hips up before thrusting down on him.

He gasped aloud again, holding on as much as he could. He opened his eyes slightly and looked up at her. "Hey...Are you...trying to...already?" he panted through heated breaths.

"Y-you want me to slow down?" she asked as she looked into his eyes. She felt him swelling even more within her and she moaned. "You feel so blessed good though."

Archer grunted again and felt his will fading. "Just...give me a...second or two!" he gasped weakly as he forced his mind to concentrate on the shape of his body, attempting to reinforce himself so his body wouldn't throw immediately.

She stopped, but wrapped her legs around him. She stroked his hair back and said, "Granted."

Archer almost felt relived as she stopped coiling around him, however temporarily. He finished the reinforcement process and he was finally able to relax. "Thank you," he said calmly.

She pouted and said, "I liked you all frantic." She wrapped her arms around his neck with a smile. "Part of me wanted you to lose control and take me."

He laughed at that and leaned forward and pecked her on the lips. "I doubt that was going to happen. I was about to lose myself because of what you had me do earlier.”

"But it was worth it," she said with a smile. She languidly kissed him and said, "But why waist your precious seed just for ascetics."

"Indeed, that wouldn't have been very good for my image," he said as he rocked his hips slightly.

"Mmm, I wouldn't have cared," she said with a sigh as she moved with him, "I would have gotten what I wanted."

"Greedy little minx." he said again as he placed his hands on her hips. "Ready to continue?"

"You adore it," she said with a smile as his large hands found her hips. "I rather adore your hands," she said with a smile before nodding with a smirk.

Archer sucked in a deep breath before he rocked his hips again. To which she gasped, her hold tightening on him.

He grunted slightly as he slowly built up a rhythm, sliding in and out of her as his firm grasp held her steady. With the Reinforcement he wasn't going to be orgasming for a time, and he took his time to study the being in front of him. He had thought it before, but the fact that she had turquoise eyes instead of the normal red for Dead Apostles, he couldn't help but think she wasn't one. Those eyes, combined with her hair and unique ability...she seemed more fae than undead.

She held on to him, enjoying the slow rhythm. She kissed him, happily exploring his mouth. Each movement was like a slow burn, stroking the fires within her again. "A-archer," she moaned.

He let her tongue search around and learn the inside of his mouth as he began to increase the pace of his thrusts. As he felt her tongue pause slightly in reaction, he quickly countered and pushed her tongue back with his own and began doing the same thing to hers. She moaned against his mouth as he took control of the kiss. It was getting harder and harder to respond and just feel. Her body was starting to quiver around him. That tension was ready to spring again.

He continued to devour her mouth, sucking and nipping on her tongue from time to time when he could. He than changed up their position by pulling her up slightly and wrapped an arm across the small of her back, the other on her spine as he began to thrust harder into her.

She cried out at the deeper thrusts, hitting her limits. She clutched at him, before arching hard. A wail bubbled forth as everything flashed black, except this time it seemed to go on forever. Her body clutched his hungrily as she lost control of herself in bliss.

Archer, after pausing slightly in surprise at her sudden orgasm, wickedly resumed his movements before she had recovered. In fact, he began thrusting even harder in and out of her.

"A-aaarcher!" she screamed as he moved harder and faster within her. Each movement set him impossibly deep. She cried out at the rough treatment before the over-stimulation pushed her over the edge again.

Archer was thoroughly enjoying himself as he watched her thrash about in his arms in ecstasy. However, his complete focus on her caused him to forget the fact that he had reinforced himself earlier, and the spell wore off at that very moment, catching him completely off guard as he thrust deeply into her as he involuntarily erupted inside of her.

She arched back then as the rush of warmth and life filled her. A tiny cry erupted from parted lips as she was filled to overflowing. Exhausted, she slumped forward onto his shoulder with a smile.

The sudden drain of stamina caused Archer to lean forward in exhaustion as well, their upper bodies wedged together and keeping themselves upright. He chuckled lightly as he rubbed her cheek with his thumb.

She nuzzled his hand and licked at the digit. "S-sugoi is the word you'd use for this right?" she asked with a shaky laugh.

Archer sighed contently. "Well, that's a good word to use right now. There's a strange person who likes to say it consecutively out there, I've heard."

"Mm," she said with a smile before giving him a sweet kiss. "I think I need to keep you with me."

"I..." He paused as he deeply considered things. "I can't leave here, at least not now, but...would you mind waiting for a little while?" He asked heartily.

"Can I wait with you?" she asked with a grin.

"I want you to." He said firmly.

She grinned and said, "I guess I need to start raiding blood banks then."

"What, I'm not good enough for you?" Archer pouted.

"W-well, I could feed off you but I don't want to turn you. Yet," she admitted.

"And why not yet, I wonder?" he mused impishly.

"Because you're warm and it maybe months or even YEARS before you regain your sense of self and become a Dead Apostle," she answered.

Archer chuckled. "Eloise, I'll let you know something. Even if I'm turned, I seriously doubt I'll lose this heat. And as for losing myself for a while...well, it'd be worth it, but I would rather wait until I fulfill my other obligations first."

"And what about that little girl?" she asked with a dazzling smile.

"...There will be someone out there for her who can do better for her than I," he admitted heavily.

Eloise stroked his hair and said, "Good, because...I think I'm going to need you rather desperately."

Archer matched her movement and did the same. "I think...I've just always needed to be wanted."

"Well, I do want you. Enough for me to call for you," she said as she hugged him.

"Only that much, Eloise?" he said, sounding a little sad.

Eloise smiled and said, "Enough to ditch my previously known way of existing to be with you."

Archer smiled widely. "That's the answer I wanted to hear..." he trailed off as he deeply kissed her again.

She returned the kiss and simply held onto him, enjoying his warmth.

Elf
April 11th, 2011, 11:23 PM
Eloise is a sexy minx.

Kieran
April 11th, 2011, 11:36 PM
Lolicon impulses satisfied.

Neir
April 11th, 2011, 11:43 PM
... wow, did Archer's cock just subvert an antagonist? Truly, the power of Emiya knows no limits.

Although I doubt it will be quite that simple.

ItsaRandomUsername
April 12th, 2011, 01:01 AM
Lolicon impulses satisfied.


You're thinking of Eden, methinks. ;)
[/keeping track of the jailbait in The Hound and the Blacksmith]

Still, this was actually quite steamy. Feel proud, Kratos, feel proud.

Elf
April 12th, 2011, 07:40 AM
You're thinking of Eden, methinks. ;)
[/keeping track of the jailbait in The Hound and the Blacksmith]

Still, this was actually quite steamy. Feel proud, Kratos, feel proud.

Yep, Eden's the Jailbait, Eloise is the sexy minx, and Ethan is SpikeLite. Except has a penchant for suckers instead of cigarettes.

Ivan The Mouse
April 12th, 2011, 08:38 AM
[Smokes a paper cigarette.] Kratos, that was so hot.

Kratosirving
April 12th, 2011, 09:20 AM
Hey, before I steal all the credit, this is half me, half Elf. I played zee Faker, she played Eloise.:o

Keyne
April 12th, 2011, 09:26 AM
Hey, before I steal all the credit, this is half me, half Elf. I played zee Faker, she played Eloise.:o

FFEEEEEEEEIIIIKKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

Kratosirving
April 12th, 2011, 11:54 PM
Btw, I don't know if anyone caught this, but I changed Eloise's eyes to turquoise from the normal Dead Apostle red. I felt that with such a unique ability, and the fact that she's not a completely evil bitch warranted her a more humanistic look. Plus, it's something unique for DA's.

Mike1984
April 13th, 2011, 07:35 AM
Not a completely evil bitch? But she just murdered Shin...

Oh, wait, never mind, carry on... :p

Elf
April 13th, 2011, 09:37 AM
Not a completely evil bitch? But she just murdered Shin...

Oh, wait, never mind, carry on... :p

It's no fun when all the villains are just are evil for the lols you know. They have to have a goal or . . . need to eat.

Eveonder
April 13th, 2011, 09:36 PM
His life is worth more than a blowjob but if you return all of Sakura's suffering to him... it's only natural he'd end up dead in a sex scene.

But... it's no fun when the villains are beyond redemption... especially when there's no Ilya route. I mourn the missing routes.

Kieran
April 13th, 2011, 09:51 PM
We're working on them - Inugami's focussing on Satsuki at the moment, but Ilya will get her turn.

(For those who don't get it, it means "Bleached White" and its associated concepts will eventually be coming back - we're just using the reset as a chance to streamline things a bit better.)

Elf
April 13th, 2011, 09:57 PM
Part Four: Concerns of a Fantastical Nature

Pistons glided in perfect motion as the rumble of an engine sounded more like an angry beast than anything mechanical. A subtle shift of the gear and pressing a heavy foot onto the gas peddle caused the monster to roar in annoyance at being kept still. Strong hands lowered the gear and cut off the creature’s mechanical heart before dismounting.

Archer tilted his head at the Dream Super Sport Honda CB77 before running a hand over the polished chrome of the handlebar. The bike was almost half a century old, but care had obviously been taken to keep it in pristine condition. If pressed, he would answer that he preferred working on older vehicles like this, even though his first vehicle had been a Suzuki Katana that had the firings missing.

That “crotch rocket” had gotten him far during the beginning of his career of being a superhero in the United States. He had repaired the bike to working condition after finding it in a junk yard and ran it into the ground. Literally. He remembered the first time he had crossed the path of a pair of Dead Apostles named Karel and Melanie and ended up sacrificing his bike to save an innocent bystander.

Maybe I should rebuild another motorcycle like that, he thought as he looked around the shop full of any tool he could ask for an American muscle car and more modern racing bikes. Fujimura-dono paid him well and Archer had a feeling that the old boss knew more about his city than he let on, or that his granddaughter knew about. The crime rate in Fuyuki was low compared to neighboring cities and there was very little or any drug trafficking in the city. Heaven forbid if anyone was caught doing anything to a child because they would have been dealt with swiftly and leaving nary a trace. Archer had to admire the old man’s sense of right and wrong. The punk might have balked at it, but the reality of it coincided with the revision of Archer’s ideal.

He studied the gorgeous machine in front of him and ran his fingers over the soft, leather seat. Maybe I should scrap myself a bike together, Archer thought with a tilt of his head. It meant he could easily get out of the city if needed and they were more economically sound with how gas prices were generally climbing. Physical discomfort was something Archer was all too familiar with, so riding in the elements wasn’t that much of a concern for him. I guess I’m going to need to go scouting in the junk yard to see what I can cobble together, he mused with a smile.

Suddenly bright light washed over the dim interior of the garage, causing Archer to blink and shelter his eyes. The door had been open and standing there was the stout figure of one Fujimura Raiga standing there in his dark green kimono with the tiger print haroi over it. His white hair was cut close to his skull in a manner that naturally caused it to stick up and his features had lines sharply etched into them. Standing to the right of the solid figure was slim and lithe Seto in his three piece blue suit and to the left was compact Mokuba with his long, wild black hair tied back in a tail. The brothers were Fujimura’s constant attendants and body guards.

Seto carried a .9mm Beretta under his suit jacket while Mokuba preferred his fists. Mokuba nodded and Seto grinned as one hand took off his wrap around sunglasses. “You treating my ride well, Archer?” the man asked.

“I treat everything with care that deserves it,” Archer replied before bowing at Fujimura. “You honor me with your presence, Fujimura-dono.”

Fujimura bowed in return and said, “You honor me with your work. Even though I wouldn’t mind having some of your other talents at my beck and call.”

So you do know then, Archer thought as he straightened up. He said, “I’m trying to keep a low profile.”

“So did Kiritsugu after the War,” Fujimura said as he adjusted his haroi ever so slightly.

Archer’s eyes narrowed and Mokuba laughed. “We all know that magic exists, Shirou and that cute Tohsaka girl is the ruler of this land.”

“You should arrange a meeting when she returns home from London,” Seto said with a shrug.

Archer stared at them, his eyes narrowed as the image of his beloved falchions filled his mind and Fujimura chuckled. Archer said, “That’s not my name.”

“It was. I bet Kiritsugu is turning in his grave finding out his son became a heroic spirit,” Fujimura said with a shake of his head and a smile.

Archer frowned and Mokuba said, “Don’t worry, we’re the only ones who know who you are.”

“We figured it out when we saw Taiga-chan flirting with you,” Seto said with a shrug.

Fujimura’s sloe eyes met Archer’s as he said, “And you were able to graft your arm to Shirou without it killing him instantly. The only way that’s possible was if the spiritual match was perfect.”

Archer looked at his whole and perfect left arm before flexing it, feeling the muscles pulse and move in response. With a turn of the wrist five fingers moved in harmony before the appendage was rested on the seat of the motorcycle. Archer frowned and asked, “How much do you know, Fujimura-dono?”

“There’s nothing in this town that I don’t know about, or will eventually know about,” the old man said with a shrug and a smile.

Seto stepped up and pulled out a manila envelope from his suit. “Which is why we’re here, Archer. We’re not experts, but we believe there is a threat to this town that we cannot handle,” the yakuza bodyguard said as his deep blue eyes met Archer’s.

Archer took the envelope and opened it. The paper was rough under the callused fingertip, but the discomfort was ignored once it was open. Archer pulled out the contents and frowned at a series of highly detailed black and white photos. His frown deepened as he looked at each picture.

There were three separate subjects and different angles, but theme was all the same. The metal gurneys were all too familiar as the paper thin shrouds. Skin came off looking deathly pale even with the lack of color in the picture. There were four corpses, two women and two men. Their ages and even races differed radically, but each body had something in common. All of them were exposed from the chest down, perfectly displaying two black puncture wounds on their throats.

“Damn,” Archer said with a scowl as he gripped the slick paper between his fists. He looked at Fujimura and asked, “When did these happen?”

“Within the last two nights,” Fujimura said with a sigh and a shake of his head.

Archer asked, “Are they at the same morgue?”

“No,” Seto said with a shake of his head.

Mokuba answered, “No, one’s in Miyama-cho and the other three are in Shinto.”

Archer looked at them and said, “I’ll take care of this.”

“Then consider your rates tripled,” Seto said as he straightened up.

Archer frowned and said, “I’m not doing this to get paid, Seto.”

“No, but maybe you should be,” Fujimura said with a lopsided grin.


******

“Nii-san wasn’t at practice this morning,” Sakura said as she tucked the lock of hair tied by her pink ribbon behind her ear. Her lover straightened up, his recent growth spurt becoming more and more evident from his height to the width of his shoulders. Emiya Shirou frowned before running a hand through his coppery red hair.

He said, “Well, we have homeroom together, Sakura.”

“It’s not like him to skip though, Sempai,” she said with a shake of her head.

Shirou smiled, his golden-brown eyes flickered around before he bent forward to graze her cheek with his lips. She took a deep breath as the simple touch filled her with warmth as her body automatically responded to him. Small hands tightened into fists as slow breaths were taken to try to calm the burning need from within. Damned worms, she thought as she looked up at her lover, Even though they’re gone, they still leave their mark.

Even now, after so long, she wondered how Shirou could even touch her after everything that had been done, what had been put inside of her.

Shirou said, “I know, he still likes showing off to the first years.”

“Well, Mitsuzuri-taicho and he had a fight last night,” Sakura said with a slight smile, “She punched him.”

Shirou’s eyes widened and he muttered, “Mitsuzuri can be scarier than Tohsaka sometimes, Sakura.”

“She seemed to have a lot on her mind,” Sakura said.

He said, “Well I did see Lancer talking to her the other day. He’s . . . rather quick with girls, Sakura.”

“Do you think he did something?” Sakura asked with wide eyes. Even Rider would be crushed under him. Lancer also doesn’t seem like the type to take no for an answer.

Shirou shrugged and said, “I don’t think so. He flirts a lot, but if a girl told him know he’d stop.” He frowned, shook his head and said, “For a little while at least.”

Sakura frowned and said, “I might have to ask Rider to watch over her.”

“Over my dead body,” came a familiar voice that could have frozen water behind them.

The lovers spun around to see the very subject they were just speaking about standing there with a scowl marring her pretty features. Amber eyes were narrowed as her hands were on her slim hips. Sakura blinked and said, “Mitsuzuri-taicho, we were just talking about you.”

“I think she knows, Sakura,” Shirou said as he rested his hand on Sakura’s shoulder before casting Ayako a sweet smile. “Hey Mitsuzuri, what’s up?”

Ayako said, “You keep your pet freak away from me, Sakura-chan. Or Lancer will.”

Sakura’s eyes widened as she met Shirou’s, his expression mirroring hers. He swallowed, gave a nervous laugh and said, “We don’t know what you’re talking about Mitsuzuri.”

“Lancer told me everything,” Ayako said in a low voice as she looked around.

Ice washed over Sakura’s spine as she stared at the girl. Shirou frowned and said, “He did what?”

“I don’t like being lied to,” Ayako said as she folded her arms under her breasts, “I get you two have to keep your Hogwarts experience a secret, but . . . Keep Rider away from me.”

Shirou frowned and said, “Rider wouldn’t hurt anyone if she doesn’t have to, Mitsuzuri, but I’d stay away from Lancer though. He’s dangerous.”

“No, he’s not. At least he has enough of a pair to tell me the whole damned truth,” Ayako said before taking a deep breath.

Sakura jumped as her level eyes met hers and Ayako said, “Look, I know you wouldn’t hurt a fly, Sakura-chan . . .”

“Hey look, that girl’s naked . . . Let’s get closer . . .”

Red tinged black. Tendrils moving rapidly. Enveloping. Devouring. Painful hunger . . .

Sakura swallowed as her chest began to tighten at the memory. A firm, warm hand wrapped around hers pouring strength into her. Shirou’s eyes met hers as he gripped her hand with a firm nod. A large weight lifted itself from Sakura’s chest and she could breathe once again before staring at Ayako.

“You have no idea what I’m capable of, Mitsuzuri-taicho,” Sakura said in a low voice.

Shirou said, “Shinji was the one who had Rider attack you, not Sakura.”

“I know that, Emiya,” Ayako said bristling, “But she’s still stalking me.”

Sakura’s eyes widened as she met Shirou’s. Shirou frowned and looked back at the Archery captain. He said, “What?”

“That crazy vampire woman’s stalking me,” Ayako said in a soft voice.

Sakura scowled and said, “She is now, is she?”

“Oh uho,” Shirou said with an audible swallow.

A smile spread across Sakura’s face as she said, “Don’t worry Mitsuzuri-taicho, I’ll have a long talk with her. Now, I’m trying to find my brother as he skipped practice.”

“He’s probably burying his head after I punched him yesterday,” Ayako said with a sigh.

Shirou grinned and said, “You’re not the first person to have that impulse.”

“I know. Sorry, I didn’t mean to be a bitch just . . . I’m just glad I’m not going crazy,” Ayako said with a smile and a wave.

Shirou said, “Mitsuzuri?”

“Yeah, Emiya? Gonna join the team now that you’re Sakura-chan’s boyfriend?” Ayako asked with a grin.

Shirou’s expression mirrored Archer’s grim stare as he said, “You can’t speak a word of this to anyone. People could kill you for it.”

“I won’t,” Ayako said before turning to head off to the other direction.

Sakura sighed and said, “Lancer . . .”

“He’s a real pest,” Shirou snapped with a glare that was generally reserved for his older, alternative self.

Sakura laughed and said, “You only give Archer that look.”

“Honestly, I can stand Archer better than that guy,” Shirou said with a shake of his head.

Sakura sighed and said, “I know, just this is troublesome. He can’t go telling everyone about this.”

“Lancer seems like the type that doesn’t know when to keep his mouth shut,” Shirou said with a shake of his head.

Sakura nodded and replied, “I’ll ask Archer if he could talk to him. After I have a long talk with Rider.”


******

Archer was standing at the squat, brick building that served as a free clinic in Miyama-cho and housed its morgue. People moved in and out of the building, some in rather careworn conditions. The rest of the buildings around were squat and sagging ever so slightly as well in different stages of decay. This block seemed to be slowly dying, a part of Fuyuki that only the most desolate had remembered and still used.

Taking a deep breath Archer moved to the alley beside the building and walked until he found the back exit that lead to the morgue. The still quiet here was a stark contrast to the bustling noise at the front of the building. The dead tell no tales, Archer thought dryly before opening the heavy glass door.

He was greeted by harsh green lighting that buzzed from above and a cold blast of air to the face. Harsh, chemical smells burned the nostrils, but under the antiseptic burn there was the earthy stench of human waste, the sweet smell of rot, and the rank, ammonia filled odor of urine. No matter where in the world he was, Archer realized that all places like this smelled the same. His nose curled ever so slightly at the smell of death as he walked down a black and white checkered tile walkway. Only the buzzing from the fluorescent lights and the quiet pound of steel toed working boots on tile were the only noise reaching keen ears.

Archer walked to a thick concrete door with reinforced glass. He put his hand on the heavy steel handle and began to turn it. A wet thud and a pricing scream shrilled out from behind right as a door opened from right across the hall. Limbs and white fabric tumbled out of the room as one red stained hand reached heavenward.

“Help me!” came the cry, over and over again as sobs cut it off. Large, bespectacled eyes in a pale face met Archer’s as the wet, blood covered hand reached up to Archer. More crimson stained the left side of the once pristine lab coat as more of the liquid squirted from beneath a hand clenched over the girl’s throat.

He was at the tech’s side in an instant as a length of red cloth entered his mind. Prana flickered up and flared through circuits to make the holy cloth a reality between callused palms. Archer knelt by the girl’s side as he began to wrap the shroud around and around, binding the girl’s hand to her throat. “Don’t move,” he instructed as he looked up to see the trail of blood leading back from the room only to be greeted by a low, moaning growl.

Standing in the door way was a ragged wretch that could have been once called a man. Long hair smeared and tangled with gore brushed against starkly pale shoulders with each quivering step. Its chest was carefully cleaved open revealing glistening meat and neatly cracked bone from within as its flesh swayed with each movement. Even from this distance, Archer could make out the two neat puncture wounds that had been driven into the carotid artery.

“Trace. On.”

More prana welled through twenty-seven fully open and formed circuits at the all too familiar spell, the full usefulness of that potential granted through rebirth. In a spray of a golden shimmer one white falchion formed in a right hand while its black mirror formed in the left. A pair of short swords that were forged just to be beautiful and perfect swords, but due to the sacrifices in their creation were lifted to the realm of gods and heroes. Swords without a hero that were perfect for a hero without a name who’s body was made out of swords.

Kansho and Bakuya fit into Archer’s hands with the same ease as they always did, the gorgeous swords an extension of his left and right hands. Wielding them again was like coming home or returning to a lover after being parted from them for far too long. He flexed his hands around the leather wrapped grip before long legs spurred into motion.

The butchered Dead reached out towards him with lumbering arms, but a graceful pivot caused Bakuya to block the limbs. Kansho all but sang as it was swung in a clean arch before meeting and cleaving through meat and bone like butter. Thick, black fluid spurted once before the ruined body jerked and crashed to the ground. There was a wet splat as the head followed suit before rolling in a trail of its own gore.

More shouts and yelling were heard as a loud voice called out, “Freeze, hands in the air and drop the swords!”

“Stupid low luck rating,” Archer said as the prana was relinquished, the image of the swords shattered in glittering flecks. He spun around to see a security guard rushing towards him as people in scrubs went to help the girl. The overweight man roughly shoved Archer into the wall and twisted his arms behind his back.

He sighed and looked towards the ceiling with its humming and sickly green lights as he relented to the all too familiar feeling of being arrested.



Looks like, "Stupid low luck rating." is becoming Archer's catch phrase. :)

Also, points to whoever gets the Seto and Mokuba reference.

Kratosirving
April 13th, 2011, 10:23 PM
Yay for Kaiba bros. making an appearance. Looks like hero is having lasting effects, hehe.

Neir
April 13th, 2011, 10:43 PM
When I read 'pistons glided in perfect motion' for a second I thought "wait, am I STILL reading the sex scene?"

Then I lold. And expected someone to say 'shut up, Mokuba.'

Edit:

After reading, I'm kind of confused as to Shirou's attitude towards Lancer. Sure, the guy stabbed him, but I don't recall Shirou ever having any real animosity towards him. Just wariness.

I'm also not sure as to how much Lancer actually knows about what happened during the Heaven's Feel. He got taken out before most of the big shit went down. Did he know about the worms or Zouken, and about Shirou's baddassery? Did someone just fill him in?

Kieran
April 13th, 2011, 10:49 PM
Yay for the catchphrase! :)

Mike1984
April 13th, 2011, 11:04 PM
After reading, I'm kind of confused as to Shirou's attitude towards Lancer. Sure, the guy stabbed him, but I don't recall Shirou ever having any real animosity towards him. Just wariness.

Yeah, but he's a well-known skirt chaser who is going after Ayako. It's understandable that Shirou and Sakura would be somewhat wary of him doing so. Of course, Sakura's suggestion for resolving it wasn't exactly the best idea ever....


I'm also not sure as to how much Lancer actually knows about what happened during the Heaven's Feel. He got taken out before most of the big shit went down. Did he know about the worms or Zouken, and about Shirou's baddassery? Did someone just fill him in?

Well, he certainly didn't seem to know the precise details of Rider's situation, and if he knew about Sakura, I think it's safe to say that he never told Ayako.

Neir
April 13th, 2011, 11:08 PM
Yes, but Shirou seems more pissed than just 'o that zany horndog'. If he's unconsciously making a face reserved for a version of himself he cannot intrinsically accept, that seems like a bit more than just concern for Ayako.

Elf
April 14th, 2011, 09:25 AM
Yes, but Shirou seems more pissed than just 'o that zany horndog'. If he's unconsciously making a face reserved for a version of himself he cannot intrinsically accept, that seems like a bit more than just concern for Ayako.

Archer and Shirou's . . . relationship is a bit interesting. Remember, Shirou did have Archer's arm attached and his memories bleed into him.

But . . . nothing on Archer getting arrested?

(And honestly, I almost had him kill the poor lab tech girl in the morgue.)

Mike1984
April 14th, 2011, 09:42 AM
But . . . nothing on Archer getting arrested?

Well, he was trying to save people, he was working for Raiga, he's the stand-in Second Owner and he's a magus, so I'd assume he'll get out easily enough....


(And honestly, I almost had him kill the poor lab tech girl in the morgue.)

He did?

I thought someone else had attacked her....

Neir
April 14th, 2011, 10:23 AM
Yeah, I just chalk the arrest up to Archer's luck.

Elf
April 16th, 2011, 10:14 PM
Part Five: The Golden Rule


Lancer was merrily whistling to himself as he stocked flimsy metal shelves with various confections and other assorted goods. Keen eyes raked over labels proclaiming steamed cakes, melon bread, and red bean filling. People were milling about as they collected their wears as the Irish hero worked diligently at making sure they had wares to choose from. It was simple yet honest work, and it raked up a paycheck bigger than the one at the Florist had.

Of course, what he’d rather be doing would be crossing blades in battle with the smell of sweat and blood thick in the air.

Not much of that going on lately, he thought with a sigh as he filled a shelf full of banana crème rolls. Ayako feels almost as at odds as I do, he thought as a smile filled his face. Had he a tail it would have been wagging at the thought of his amber eyed vixen. A slow, steady charge was tingling along sensitive skin in anticipation. He had won her favor again, and this time he wasn’t going to lose it until they both decided to part ways.

Unlike most women she wasn’t asking for forever, just for some fun now. That fact alone intrigued the hell out of him and the fact she was gorgeous and had the sort of body meant for both battle and taking a man just made her even sweeter. He wondered if she’d ever been touched before, or if he was going to be the one to introduce her to the pleasures of the flesh. That thought alone spread his grin wide enough to almost crack his face.

“Did you hear about what happened in that clinic in Miyama-cho?”

Lancer shrugged and was going to ignore the low gossiping of housewives until another equally low female voice said, “One dead and that poor girl in critical care.”

“My sister works at that clinic. They arrested some giant man wielding a pair of short swords,” the first woman said.

Giant man with short swords . . . Lancer frowned, that sounded all too familiar.

The second woman made a clicking sound with her tongue before sighing. She said, “I thought we were past all of that nonsense that happened last winter.”

“Well, you know the killer was never caught, just the murders stopped happening,” the first woman said with a snort.

The second one replied, “You think he came back?”

“I just hope he gets what’s coming to him,” the first one snorted.

Lancer frowned as the fishwives conversation turned elsewhere, to some actress or TV show. He rubbed the back of his neck as the implications rang heavily. A quick glance to the wall signaled that within fifteen minutes there would be time enough to ask questions with a hefty price. Lancer turned back to his cart filled with pastries and took a quick look around. For the moment the isle was completely empty with no interlopers or “normal” people.

He hadn’t been the quickest Servant because the rest of them were all slow blokes. The Hound of Ulster moved in a blaze, kicking up tiny puffs of dust with each rapid step as items were packed into place. Then he moved to the next isle to tidy it up, careful not to get caught. Yet the clock continued to drag at its agonizing pace, the fifteen minutes not running themselves up in a hurried fashion. One foot tapped against tile as Lancer stared at the clock before he got his time to himself.

When the hand made its final rotation to where it needed to go, Lancer all but ran to the back room. The heavy white apron that was regulatory wear was thrown off to flutter to the table. At the back of the room on a tiny, flimsy table was a simple black phone. He stopped as he dug into his trousers to find his wallet. He opened it and pulled out a thick piece of parchment paper with neat, precise handwriting and a number. It would be international distance, but Lancer didn’t want to make a good lass cry if he didn’t have to.

As much as I’d like to dance with the Bowman again, I don’t want to condemn an innocent man either, Lancer thought as he stared at Tohsaka Rin’s information scrawled on that sheet of paper. She had given it to him one day after school without her Archer’s knowing. She then all but placed a geas on him to make him promise to call if Archer was ever in any danger. “Bollocks,” he said as he had no idea what to do.

His eyes drifted from the phone back to the paper before it was secured back into his wallet. The billfold made its way home back into a snug pocket while the phone lay untouched in its cradle. “The hell with it,” Lancer said before picking up the phone and pounding the correct sequence of numbers in.

A shrill ring filled his ears and made him flinch. He pulled the earpiece away from him with a grimace as it continued to ring, ring, and ring. An irate foot tapped restlessly against the floor to accompany the harsh shrill ring, but there was no answer. “Well, bugger it. Lass, if you want me to call you, then bloody be there,” Lancer snapped at the phone before slamming it into its cradle.

He stood to his full height and said, “Bowman can take care of himself . . .”

Unless he’s gotten over his head, Lancer thought as he began to grin. If Archer had found himself defeated, then what an opponent that would be. Fists clinched in anticipation to feel steel between their palms and the hot spray of blood on them once again.


******

“Where the hell did those swords go?”

Archer sighed as he rested his bound hands on the metal table before him. Keen eyes raked over the cuffs digging into bronze wrists. Trace On. Analyze. Break into the required eight parts. Three inherent flaws in the links. The left cuff’s lock is weak and a good blow would break it open.

“Hey, asshole, didn’t you hear me?” the gruff voice snapped at him again.

Archer’s eyes narrowed as he replied, “I believe you were imagining these swords you keep talking about.” My imagination brought them into reality, he thought as he looked at the stout police officer standing there. His suit was wrinkled, the tie did not match and he had a good day’s growth of beard littering his face.

His partner, better kept save for the hair that was receding farther and father back into his head, rested a slim hand on his partner’s broad shoulder. “Easy there, Hiro, we don’t know if this guy killed Dr. Hirano or not,” he said in a low, haunting voice.

“Besides, the wounds on Dr. Hirano’s throat weren’t caused by a blade,” Archer said as he eyed the two detectives, “And Hoshi-san’s wound was made by teeth, which your forensics agents already explained to you.”

Hiro’s dark eyes narrowed and he said, “I don’t think I like your tone of voice . . . what the hell was this guy’s name again?”

“Archer,” the slimmer detective said.

Hiro snapped, “What sort of name is that, Keichi?”

“A foreign one,” Keichi said with a hint of a smile.

Archer shrugged and said, “My adopted mother was German.” Or would have been, if she would have survived the War.

“We’re running your record, and we’re going to keep you here until we get some damned answers from you. And you sure as hell can explain why you had these,” Hiro said before throwing the manila folder that Seto had given Archer mere hours before on the table before him.

Keichi said, “Come on Hiro.”

“Fucking freak,” Hiro said with a sneer before storming out of the room. Keichi gave him an apologetic smile before following his partner.

Archer sighed as he looked at the handcuffs encircling his wrists. It would be all too easy to shatter them and escape, but that would simply make him look even more guilty. He narrowed his eyes at the Dead that had attacked at the morgue, apparently waking up during its autopsy with a severe need to feed. Considering all that physical damage, that’s not surprising, he thought as the image of the ruined mess of its chest coming to mind.

He wanted to call Fujimura to have him arrange so Archer could legally leave, but Detective Kurosawa Hiro would have none of that. So all Archer could do was wait. While I’m stuck here there’s a chance those other three might rise as the Dead and do the same.

He flexed his hands as the image of the girl with the wide eyes behind glasses came to mind. The feel of her blood had been hot against his skin as he had bound her wound with blessed cloth. Cloth that probably suddenly vanished as soon as they pulled me away from the morgue, Archer said. His eyes narrowed as he thought, And if she does die, then chances are at will that she’ll wake up as one of the Dead.

I should have cut her head off, not treated her wounds.

And if the other three had enough potential to wake up as the Dead . . .

I wonder if Satsujinki is active in this reality, Archer mused. He sighed and stretched out his long legs, knowing fully well he wasn’t going to be going anywhere for a long time. He’d been arrested like this many times before due to misunderstandings or the like. It was just best to let them shake him around a little bit, realize they have nothing substantial on him and then let him go. However there were situations like this where time was of the essence.

The chance for a person bitten to become even a Dead was rather slim, but the one who had apparently awakened during his autopsy had enough potential to rise again. Due to the corpse’s physical condition due to the autopsy it was probably starving for blood to heal itself. The medical examiner and his tech had been the unfortunate ones who were in the clichéd wrong place at the wrong time. The fact that the girl was still alive was a cold comfort because there was always the chance she could turn and would be in an area for more potential victims.

“A vicious cycle,” Archer said with a shake of his head and a sigh.

Footsteps sounded outside of the interrogation room, more sure and lighter than the two detectives’ footfalls. Frowning, Archer turned to look at the glass window at the door to see a flash of golden blond. His body tensed as the door was flung open with a bang and a pair of nearly glowing crimson eyes met his.

“Faker,” was the King of Heroes’ greeting as the other man’s gorgeous countenance spread into a slow smile.

Archer tensed and reinforced, throwing his arms apart in a smooth movement. Links of steel shattered like glass before skidding across the table and the floor as bound hands were now free. The chair clattered to the floor as its occupant rose to his full height and prana flared through circuits in preparation.

“Such a welcome for a king, Faker?” Gilgamesh said with a chuckle and a shake of his head.

Archer smirked and said, “Forgive me for bowing, but you should understand in all of your wisdom why I don’t trust you.”

“Hmph,” Gilgamesh replied with his lower lip thrust out ever so slightly as he folded his arms over his chest, “I come to do you a favor and I’m treated poorly.” He shook his head with a sigh before raking his eyes over Archer.

Archer studied him, taking in the Armani charcoal grey suit with the red shirt and black tie underneath it along with equally designer loafers with no socks. Apparently, Gilgamesh was adapting rather well to this time without the Grail’s taint affecting his sanity. True the former king had aspirations about ruling the world, but he had quickly found out that money was the new power in this day and age. With his already ingrained wealth and charisma he had become the CEO of a company called Golden Rule which apparently handled everything from aviation to zoology.

Behind closed doors Archer knew that Gilgamesh had a cadre of powerful magi at his beck and call as well.

With his sanity regained, Archer knew that even with his still substantial ego, there was no way he could win a battle against the Golden King. If he so choose, Gilgamesh could make him a bloody stain on the wall and spin it into his favor for the public. However Gilgamesh had some sort of strange fascination with the “Faker” much to Archer’s dismay.

“I didn’t ask for your favor,” Archer replied as his eyes shifted to the door.

Gilgamesh smiled and said, “Of course not. That is one of the reasons I adore you, Faakkkkeeerrrr.”

The word was all but a purr on the King’s lips, more of a lover’s endearment than an insult.

“I’m so damned lucky,” Archer said with a snort and a shake of his head.

Gilgamesh smiled and said, “And such cutting wit. You know, if you worked for me you would want for nothing. Beautiful women, finery, automobiles . . . I would even allow you to indulge in your penchant for manual labor.”

“I’m not going to be your damned pet,” Archer retorted, “Why don’t you go bother Lancer and Rider?”

“The mongrel and the harlot? While I have a fondness for wild animals, that mongrel does nothing for me not to mention he is loud and bothersome. The harlot . . . it is a king’s right to take only what is pure and new,” Gilgamesh said with a snort.

Archer laughed and said, “And who the hell said I was pure and new?”

“Well, you are useful. Despite what little you have and copy, you make a place for yourself here. You protect what is mine from harm,” Gilgamesh said with a shrug, “That . . . intrigues me.”

Archer groaned, “Goddamn it.”

“So you were inspecting some monster eating my subjects?” Gilgamesh asked with a smile.

Archer frowned but nodded, knowing that lying would get him bound in chains and bent
over that desk.

Which had happened once before.

Rin had watched with wide eyes and a look that scared Archer more than just a little bit.

It was something he wasn’t going to talk about and only Rin and Sakura knew about it. Gilgamesh was going to approach Rin to work for him, Rin, unknowing who he was exactly, was going to take the offer. Archer cut her off and it ended in combat. Or rather, bound in divine chains with Gilgamesh laughing in his ear as something poked him that he really didn’t want to think about.

Ever.

Like he was right now.

Goddamn it.

“I see that old man told you about it,” Gilgamesh said with a frown as his perfectly manicured hand swept across the table to pick up the manila folder. The heavy folder was opened and the glossy photographs paged through as a wide mouth settled into a thin line. “Disgusting filth. It would be an insult to beasts to call these things such.”

“Well, considering your fondness for beasts . . .” Archer said with a shrug.

Gilgamesh smirked and said, “I have a fondness for a great and many things that are defiant to me to the end.” Then the smirk was wiped clean from his face as the blond shut the folder and threw it back on the table. “He would have enjoyed your company I think. He was quick with his tongue too.”

“Which you enjoyed,” Archer muttered.

The smile grew across Gilgamesh’s face anew as he said, “I would like to see how well you use yours.”

“You’re not my type,” Archer said and swallowed hard as the king took a step closer to him.

Gilgamesh simply smiled and said, “It is a king’s right to take the virtue of a virgin if they so choose.”

“Well, I’m not a virgin,” Archer said with a laugh.

Lashes fluttered over crimson eyes as Gilgamesh said, “In rebirth everything is pure once again, Faker, and I am not the only one who values purity.”

Archer frowned and said, “It’s not your style to be cryptic, King of Heroes.”

“I spent too much time with the priest. It was an easy habit to pick up,” Gilgamesh said with a shrug, “Pity, I think you two would have enjoyed each other’s company.”

Archer surprised himself by saying, “I think we would have.”

“Well, I will do you this favor, but one day I will collect,” Gilgamesh said with a smile as he headed out of the interrogation room.

“Somehow I’m not surprised,” Archer said with a sigh as moments later Gilgamesh reappeared with a slender black man with his head shaved bald in a blue pinstripe suit. Behind them Hiro and Keichi came in, Hiro looking like he wanted to punch an all but purring Gilgamesh in the face as Archer’s bail was arranged.

(Subtitle to this Part is: Or Everyone is GAR for Archer)

RanmaBushiko
April 16th, 2011, 10:33 PM
...Gilgamesh... bi?

Why can I actually see him being like that...?

You've scarred me with this one. I can't get the image of him saying something like "A guy is fine, too" out of my head now.

Still, besides that, good story.

Kieran
April 16th, 2011, 10:36 PM
Oh, have the cop hit him - please. I may not like Gil, but annoying as Hiro is, I'll root for him over the cop.

Elf
April 16th, 2011, 10:41 PM
Oh, have the cop hit him - please. I may not like Gil, but annoying as Hiro is, I'll root for him over the cop.

Honestly, Hiro wouldn't even be able to touch Gil. Hell, Archer wouldn't be able to now and knows it.

Kieran
April 16th, 2011, 10:57 PM
I know - I want to see him GOBsmacked.

. . . Sorry - maybe I'm spending a little too much time at Hogwarts. :D

Eveonder
April 16th, 2011, 11:01 PM
Cuz Gil has ancient nukes and a freaking ship that moves at the speed of thought along with a heck of a lot of NP?

But you really have this thing for Gil chasing Archer. *shudders* But when are we getting to the superhero part?

Kratosirving
April 16th, 2011, 11:28 PM
Well, remember that in his legend, Gil did sleep with Enkidu pretty often, and he was male, so it's not a stretch to say Gil is bi.

Eveonder
April 16th, 2011, 11:42 PM
But in naruverse fanon, Enkidu looks like a girl and Archer looks like, well, EMIYA.

Elf
April 16th, 2011, 11:56 PM
But in naruverse fanon, Enkidu looks like a girl and Archer looks like, well, EMIYA.

Have you ever heard Gilgamesh say "Faker" to Archer?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tBnQHadq6wA

Eveonder
April 17th, 2011, 12:37 AM
Have you ever heard Gilgamesh say "Faker" to Archer?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tBnQHadq6wA

Not so much the 'Faker' bit... but the rest of it. Well, my loss. But GilxArcher is bad, for Archer at least. ArcherxFemale-Fate-Character better, for Archer at least if only slightly.

Elf
April 17th, 2011, 12:42 AM
Not so much the 'Faker' bit... but the rest of it. Well, my loss. But GilxArcher is bad, for Archer at least. ArcherxFemale-Fate-Character better, for Archer at least if only slightly.

Female MC is rather adorable but . . . for Archer, Rin is always best.

Eveonder
April 17th, 2011, 12:59 AM
Sorry, I meant any female character from FSN. He'd be better with Sakura, Rin, Ilya, Ayako, Kaede, Kane, Saber, Rider, Luvia, even Taiga... I think I'm missing some, but you get the point.

Being with Gil is like Archer bad end.

Elf
April 17th, 2011, 01:26 AM
Sorry, I meant any female character from FSN. He'd be better with Sakura, Rin, Ilya, Ayako, Kaede, Kane, Saber, Rider, Luvia, even Taiga... I think I'm missing some, but you get the point.

Being with Gil is like Archer bad end.

Which is why it's hilarious. :)

Were you on the old board btw? I don't remember you . . . If not, well, welcome!

Eveonder
April 17th, 2011, 01:38 AM
Thank you. I only lurked there. I might have had an account, can't remember, and that tells you how little I posted. But I've been following your fanfics for a while, since Sakura and Steel started actually.

edit: Ah right, congratz on that anthology.

Elf
April 17th, 2011, 01:48 AM
Well, welcome to the board! It's nice to see another Archer fan here as well as someone who likes to read what I write. Hopefully I won't disappoint!

Keyne
April 17th, 2011, 02:01 AM
I'm still waiting for something, Elf-tan. D:

Elf
April 17th, 2011, 02:05 AM
I'm still waiting for something, Elf-tan. D:

Yes you are. And hopefully it will be worth it. Just things will be dark for Saber for a little while.

Keyne
April 17th, 2011, 02:10 AM
Yes you are. And hopefully it will be worth it. Just things will be dark for Saber for a little while.

Keyne-kun doesn't like to be kept in such anxiety. :'(

Kratosirving
April 17th, 2011, 07:59 AM
Pass the time by plotting how to kill the plot bunnies mike and Altima are sending to Elf that involve redoing Fate/Law with Sakura main focus.

Mike1984
April 17th, 2011, 08:29 AM
Honestly, Hiro wouldn't even be able to touch Gil. Hell, Archer wouldn't be able to now and knows it.

Why would Archer not be able to now, but he could before? Were, are you implying that Gil actually raped Archer, or just threatened?


Pass the time by plotting how to kill the plot bunnies mike and Altima are sending to Elf that involve redoing Fate/Law with Sakura main focus.

I don't think me an Altima have much to do with that, honestly. It's just too awesome an idea to pass up... :p

And, why shouldn't Elf write that story? What do you have against Sakura?

Kratosirving
April 17th, 2011, 09:36 AM
Yeesh, I know it's the Internet and you can never really tell sarcasm from serious business, but come on, that was obviously just a playful nudge for Keyne.

Honestly though, if Elf does that story and the upcoming Saber/Archer fluff that's a spinoff of S&CB, than she'll have 3 stories going on again, and it'll really drag at her. Overworked people tend to burn out really quickly, and it'd be a shame if one or more of the ideas are started and not finished. :(

Therefore I'm not really against that story, but because of the potential cost to her other works, I'm not for it either.

Elf
April 17th, 2011, 12:03 PM
Why would Archer not be able to now, but he could before? Were, are you implying that Gil actually raped Archer, or just threatened?

Just threatened. To Gil, it was playful flirting.

Gil's saner now without the taint. He's still an arrogant asshole, but he's not completely blinded by his own arrogance. Not to mention after getting nom nomed by Sakura made him learn a major lesson.


I don't think me an Altima have much to do with that, honestly. It's just too awesome an idea to pass up... :p

It is a rather awesome idea. Bad assed Sakura, Bisexual Bro Shinji, Protagonist Rin and Saber, Quinn raised by Kotomine, Sakura summoning Lancelot instead of Rider, Forest being tied to a chair, Wynn being a fussy mom . . .

All of this equals AWESOME.


And, why shouldn't Elf write that story? What do you have against Sakura?

He doesn't want me to get overworked, that's why. :)

Neir
April 17th, 2011, 12:28 PM
Elf, fantastic work with Gil in this segment. I would go into detail, but I have limited time. Suffice it to say that I'm always looking forward to more of your work.

Altima of the Gates
April 17th, 2011, 12:35 PM
He doesn't want me to get overworked, that's why.

Exactly, awesome things are worth the wait. Also, I kinda put those Shinji ideas in her head along with it too, so you can't say I'm completely biased! :3

Elf
April 17th, 2011, 12:46 PM
Exactly, awesome things are worth the wait. Also, I kinda put those Shinji ideas in her head along with it too, so you can't say I'm completely biased! :3

Shinji would be completely bro though, and bisexual.

Come on, he like kept touching Gil in UBW and flirted with Archer.

Guy likes the GAR.

Just I don't know how close his and Forest's relationship would be. I know he'd be close to Gabriel and below Wynn's notice but . . .

(Also, what's the cool moniker for a Big Brother that's not like overly affectionate? What they call Lancer in FHA?)

Kratosirving
April 17th, 2011, 12:48 PM
Heh, Bi-sexual Shinji makes sense in a way. No wonder he's so frustrated, he doesn't know how to come out of the closet!

Elf
April 17th, 2011, 12:52 PM
Heh, Bi-sexual Shinji makes sense in a way. No wonder he's so frustrated, he doesn't know how to come out of the closet!

And I know how Quinn is defeated if I do write that story.

Shinji hits on him til he explodes.

Kratosirving
April 17th, 2011, 12:55 PM
Kotomine: "Jam P0n0s into An00"
"Profit"


Shinji: "...IT ALL MAKES SENSE NOW!!!"

Mike1984
April 17th, 2011, 02:04 PM
Yeesh, I know it's the Internet and you can never really tell sarcasm from serious business, but come on, that was obviously just a playful nudge for Keyne.

Well, evidentially it wasn't as obvious as you thought....


Honestly though, if Elf does that story and the upcoming Saber/Archer fluff that's a spinoff of S&CB, than she'll have 3 stories going on again, and it'll really drag at her. Overworked people tend to burn out really quickly, and it'd be a shame if one or more of the ideas are started and not finished. :(

Therefore I'm not really against that story, but because of the potential cost to her other works, I'm not for it either.

Well, that may be true, but she doesn't necessarily have to start it now. Personally, of course, I'd put that one before the Saber/Archer one, but then again I would, wouldn't I...?


Just threatened. To Gil, it was playful flirting.

Ah, OK, fair enough.


Gil's saner now without the taint. He's still an arrogant asshole, but he's not completely blinded by his own arrogance. Not to mention after getting nom nomed by Sakura made him learn a major lesson.

Yeah, that makes sense. Although, how did he come back?


It is a rather awesome idea. Bad assed Sakura

Yeah, definitely.


Bisexual Bro Shinji

Well, he'd certainly be less of a prick, but bisexual? But, then, I guess he'd have changed a lot, so....


Protagonist Rin and Saber

Aren't they usually protagonists?


Quinn raised by Kotomine

God, I dread to think what he'd turn out like....


Sakura summoning Lancelot instead of Rider

That would indeed be interesting. I'd assume he'd not be insane, either....


Forest being tied to a chair

How does that happen?

Kratosirving
April 17th, 2011, 02:08 PM
Well, I know the answer to that last bit of question, and it would involve involve Archer with a large tent pole in his pants while she's tied to it. Ufufufu.


Well, at least I'd assume. I mean, it stands to reason given Elf's track record, no?

Elf
April 17th, 2011, 02:13 PM
Yeah, that makes sense. Although, how did he come back?

No one really knows. Hell, they're not sure how Lancer came back either. Archer's easy. Ilya wanted Onii-chan to be alive and happy.


Yeah, definitely.

She wouldn't be as hot blooded as the Fate/Law Rin, but in some ways she'd be more dangerous.


Well, he'd certainly be less of a prick, but bisexual? But, then, I guess he'd have changed a lot, so....

Think about it, Shinji gave LOTS of hints for playing for both teams in UBW. He couldn't keep his hands off Gilgamesh and he flirted with Archer. Just with his fucked up upbringing and him having to do what he had to do with Sakura this all got buried down. Raised in a more positive environment with Gabriel as a huge influence this would come up to the forefront.


Aren't they usually protagonists?

Oops! I meant Antagonists.


God, I dread to think what he'd turn out like....

Very dangerous actually. Very, very dangerous. And one of Kotomine's pawns.


That would indeed be interesting. I'd assume he'd not be insane, either....

Not at all. His and Saber's dynamic would be interesting.


How does that happen?

Antagonist Rin with Kotomine Quinn at her side. Rin still doesn't want to kill Sakura, so she's going to make a trade: Sakura's command spells and Servant for her mother.

Course, Archer would NOT like this one bit.


Well, I know the answer to that last bit of question, and it would involve involve Archer with a large tent pole in his pants while she's tied to it. Ufufufu.

Well, at least I'd assume. I mean, it stands to reason given Elf's track record, no?

You're a horrible boy, you know that!

(It doesn't help that this version of Quinn would suggest that they could reposition her so Archer could do that, much to both party's horror. Obviously, Quinn doesn't say this when Rin's there, it would get him slapped or worse, but . . . He'd delight with both fucking with Archer and mentally tormenting his monster captive.)

Mike1984
April 17th, 2011, 02:52 PM
She wouldn't be as hot blooded as the Fate/Law Rin, but in some ways she'd be more dangerous.

Yeah, that makes sense.


Oops! I meant Antagonists.

Yeah, thought you might....


Antagonist Rin with Kotomine Quinn at her side. Rin still doesn't want to kill Sakura, so she's going to make a trade: Sakura's command spells and Servant for her mother.

Yeah, that makes sense. So, Rin is an antagonist, but still a basically decent person who wouldn't want to hurt her little sister?


Course, Archer would NOT like this one bit.

How would Archer even know her?

Elf
April 17th, 2011, 03:00 PM
How would Archer even know her?

Just the idea of kidnapping some girl like that and mentally torture her would bother him.

Besides, by the point that happens he's seen the effect this one woman's had on Shirou, Sakura and Shinji's lives. Shirou would still want to be a hero yes, but by Sakura's side and well, Shinji's BRO and actually a good guy.

And plus he'd be on guard duty when Quinn and Rin are at school. They'd talk, and after the first initial bout of raging sarcasm at one and another they . . . well talk.

Kotonoha
April 17th, 2011, 03:46 PM
(Also, what's the cool moniker for a Big Brother that's not like overly affectionate? What they call Lancer in FHA?)

Bro?

Elf
April 17th, 2011, 03:55 PM
Bro?

The Japanese equivalent of "Bro" then.

Kotonoha
April 17th, 2011, 03:57 PM
Oh. Probably Aniki then since that's what the Japanese fandom calls Lancer.

Mike1984
April 17th, 2011, 04:05 PM
Just the idea of kidnapping some girl like that and mentally torture her would bother him.

What "mental torture", though? I can't imagine Rin being too much of a bitch. After all, this woman has cared for Sakura for eleven years and seems to have treated her well, so she's likely to be inclined towards treating Forest as well as she can.

Elf
April 17th, 2011, 06:07 PM
Oh. Probably Aniki then since that's what the Japanese fandom calls Lancer.

Yes, that's the word I was looking for.


What "mental torture", though? I can't imagine Rin being too much of a bitch. After all, this woman has cared for Sakura for eleven years and seems to have treated her well, so she's likely to be inclined towards treating Forest as well as she can.

Quinn's a touch clairvoyant remember. He can touch Forest and see 1143 years worth of pain and misery. There's more than "Fore's Nice" about her understanding and empathizing with Sakura's plight. Quinn can use this info to really get under her skin in little ways, and Rin's not going to be watching her 24-7. So, as long as Forest isn't physically harmed, Rin's not going to know any better.

Mike1984
April 17th, 2011, 07:12 PM
Quinn's a touch clairvoyant remember. He can touch Forest and see 1143 years worth of pain and misery. There's more than "Fore's Nice" about her understanding and empathizing with Sakura's plight. Quinn can use this info to really get under her skin in little ways, and Rin's not going to be watching her 24-7. So, as long as Forest isn't physically harmed, Rin's not going to know any better.

Ah, I see....

So, basically, he'll torture her without Rin's knowledge? And, presumably, if she tries to tell Rin, Rin will just brush it off as Forest telling stories to split her alliance with Quinn....

Elf
April 17th, 2011, 08:47 PM
Ah, I see....

So, basically, he'll torture her without Rin's knowledge? And, presumably, if she tries to tell Rin, Rin will just brush it off as Forest telling stories to split her alliance with Quinn....

Exactly. And if Archer tattles, she's going to side with Quinn anyway, who she's grown up with and has been her confidant and friend for a very long time.

So it's a dead lock no matter what.

Then add in the fact that A.) Forest was probably severely injured to get captured and B.) Rin's not going to shed any blood to feed her captive (Quinn's undrinkable) she's going to get considerably weaker and weaker the longer she's there. Not to mention Quinn would probably use blessed silver to bind her, constantly burning her wrists and ankles.

Mike1984
April 17th, 2011, 08:54 PM
Then add in the fact that A.) Forest was probably severely injured to get captured and B.) Rin's not going to shed any blood to feed her captive (Quinn's undrinkable) she's going to get considerably weaker and weaker the longer she's there.

Yeah, I guess that makes sense. Sakura won't be happy, though....


Not to mention Quinn would probably use blessed silver to bind her, constantly burning her wrists and ankles.

Wouldn't Rin notice that, though?

Elf
April 17th, 2011, 08:57 PM
Yeah, I guess that makes sense. Sakura won't be happy, though....

Of course not. She's not suppose to be. Rin does want her to give up her Servant and Command spells. And it pisses Archer off too.


Wouldn't Rin notice that, though?

She doesn't like that, but it's something that can't be helped because anything else they use Forest would be able to escape from. Even with Archer there acting as guard, it's not something Rin and Quinn want to chance. Besides, Rin knows that once Forest's freed and given time she'd heal from pretty much anything those chains would do. She doesn't like it, but she doesn't have much of a choice.

Ace
April 17th, 2011, 09:00 PM
I came to check for an update because of all the posts and instead I see discussion about a different fic, that hasn't even been written yet.

Elf
April 17th, 2011, 09:04 PM
Sorry, sorry! LOL, it happens. I usually update on Weekends and Wednesdays though. Well first thing I need to do is finish Steel and Cherry Blossoms.

However, if you want something new to read until then . . . http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/330-SPF-Elf-s-Original-Novel

It's all original and all by me. :)

Elf
May 1st, 2011, 05:21 PM
Part Six: Dates and Business Dealings

Ayako took one last look at her reflection in the mirror and made a face. Amber eyes were lined with dark liner and faint bits of neutral bits of faint pink and a rosy gloss had been applied to soft lips. The girl standing in the mirror was standing straight in a pink blouse with a white camisole underneath, but the jeans could never be taken away. However instead of well worn sneakers a pair of cunning low boots were worn with just enough of a heel to make already lean and long legs look a mile wide. A pink tongue flickered out as eyes crossed slightly at the image reflected there.

“Do you have a date, Nee-chan?” a sullen voice said from behind her.

Standing behind the girl oddly dressed up with make up was Minori, scowling with his matching eyes narrowed. Ayako frowned and replied, “What if I do?”

“Is it Emiya?” Minori asked with a grin.

Ayako laughed and said, “No, that boy’s not leaving Sakura-chan’s side ever. Sorry kiddo, you’re going to have to look elsewhere. Besides, she’s older than you.”

“She can do better than that jerk,” Minori said with a scowl.

On closer study there was a slight smudge to the lip gloss. Scowling, Ayako leaned forward and brushed it away with her finger. She said, “Emiya’s good people, Minori. He’d be even better if he rejoined the Archery Team.”

“Hey, is it true that you punched Matou Shinji yesterday?” Minori asked with a grin.

Ayako laughed and said, “That guy just was pushing all my buttons and I was tired of his crap.”

“That’s awesome. Too bad Tohsaka-sempai wasn’t there to see it,” Minori said with a sigh.

Ayako raised her eyebrows and asked, “And how come you don’t have a crush on the school idol, Min?”

“Her boobs are too small,” Minori said with a smirk.

“Men,” she said with a sigh and a shake of her head. A quick look down caused Ayako to critically study her own bust line. It was larger than she would have liked, if anything she wished to be built more like Rin in that aspect. It would make pulling a yumi string a thousand times easier without my boobs in the way, she thought with a snort.

The teenager said, “And not to mention her butler’s like really creepy.”

And one of the most dangerous men on the planet, Ayako thought with a shake of her head, I bet Tohsaka gets off on that. Having some insanely powerful guy following her around like a puppy dog.

Ayako eyed him and said, “I want you to stay away from him, and that Greek woman who works at the library.”

“Rider-san?” Minori asked with wide eyes as his shoulders slumped.

She nodded and answered, “Yes. Her.”

“Why? She’s awesome and I can listen to her talk for hours. You know, she asks me about you,” Minori said as he leaned against her door frame.

Ayako gritted her teeth and grumbled, “I bet she does.”

He asked, “What’s wrong with her?”

“She’s just dangerous people, okay,” Ayako said as she looked at her reflection, tilting her head thoughtfully. Goddamn it, this dressing up for a date stuff is hard. I bet Lancer’s not fretting like this . . . The thought caused slim shoulders to square before Ayako shook her head and studied her reflection. That’s right. Lancer likes the way I look anyway, I’m not going to do anything he doesn’t like. Besides, he seems like he likes the low-maintenance no frills type.

But he was some epic hero, of course I’m nervous damn it.

Minori sighed and said, “Fine fine. Jeeze, Nee-chan, you can be a real bitch.”

“Language,” she said shaking her finger at him, “Besides, I gotta go.”

He grinned and said, “Be careful.”

“I will, don’t wait up,” she said as she grabbed her purse and set off to go meet Lancer.


******

“The bodies at the other morgue have already been taken care of,” the crimson eyed blond said as he palmed his SmartPhone into his pocket.

Archer sighed and asked, “Taken care of how?”

“Incinerated. I had those doctors advised that they were contaminants and needed to be disposed of before spreading their infection,” Gilgamesh said with a smile as he stretched out in the plush grey seats surrounding them. The limo cruised through Fuyuki like some giant shark, uncontested by smaller and lesser cars as if the people were aware of the divine king in his chariot.

Archer nodded and said, “Ironically, that’s the truth.” He shifted ever so uncomfortably alone in the darkened interior of the luxurious conveyance with the King of Heroes.

“I don’t want my kingdom overran by ravenous dead. In my time in this new world I’ve seen movies about such things happening. Horrific sights,” Gilgamesh said with a shake of his head, tiny Pigeon Blood rubies catching and reflecting the light in his ears.

“I didn’t think you were a horror movie fan, Gilgamesh,” Archer said with raised eyebrows.

A slow, feline smile spread across Gilgamesh’s face as he said, “I am a great and many things you couldn’t classify me as, Faker.”

Ice slithered up and down Archer’s spine at that endearment. The two syllable word being stretched to four in a lilting purr at his expense. “Somehow I’m not surprised,” Archer said under his breath.

The other former Archer class Servant laughed and said, “And yet, you’re complexly simple.”

“That’s an oxymoron,” Archer said as he looked away from the other man’s thoughtful gaze.

Gilgamesh tapped a button beside him and with a low hiss a mirrored panel raised up to reveal a small bar. He picked up a crystal decanter filled with dark red fluid and two long stemmed glasses. “Well, you’re a man of contradictions,” Gilgamesh said as he poured the thick liquid into the glasses until they were half full. He smiled as he held up a glass to Archer.

Archer said, “I don’t drink.”

“You need to indulge more,” Gilgamesh said before setting his glass down, reaching forward and grabbing Archer’s wrist. Grey eyes narrowed at the grinning blond before Gilgamesh placed the wine glass into Archer’s hand. “When a king offers you a drink, you should take it, Faker.”

Archer frowned, braced himself and lifted it to his lips. In a previous life he was an utter lightweight and tended to do embarrassing things when intoxicated. The scent of a myriad of berries and honey filled nostrils, the scent missing the normal acidic scent of most wines. Curious, he brought the glass to his lips and sipped. The liquor was thickly sweet, had a slight spice to it and tasted like blackberries.

Gilgamesh took a long draw off his glass and said, “It’s a brew I picked up from Norway, the recipe virtuously unchanged from when the Vikings originally brewed it.”

“It’s . . . good,” Archer admitted before taking another slow drink. He looked at the King and asked, “Why the hell are you doing all of this?”

Gilgamesh smiled and said, “It’s a king’s right to grant favors to his favorite subjects.” Crimson eyes grew distant as they were reflected in the darkened windows of the car. The Cheshire grin faded from Gilgamesh’s face as he said, “There are things I adore about this new era and things I loathe. People bow and scrape to my whims. It gets to my head.”

“Well, you’re always an arrogant bastard, even if you’re not crazy from the Grail this time,” Archer said with a snort as his glass was now empty. His head swam and languid warmth filled his limbs.

“Then there’s you, the Faker,” Gilgamesh said as he canted his head, “A man of contradictions and no self worth. That mongrel might run his mouth at me out of anger, but he keeps his guard up. You are cautious, but out of everyone in this world I fear you.”

Archer almost choked. He stared at the other man and asked, “What?”

“Even though I am vastly superior to you in every way, if we were to battle I believe you would win,” Gilgamesh said with a shrug, “So I fear you, which makes me desire and want you.”

Archer swallowed and said, “That’s rather fucked up.”

“You’re telling me,” Gilgamesh said with a laugh.

Archer shook his head and said, “I’m sorry, you’re not my type.”

Gilgamesh shrugged and said, “I’m aware of that.”

“And I don’t want to owe you any favors,” Archer said with narrowed eyes.

Gilgamesh said, “You’re the one who’s doing me a favor. There’s monsters prowling my kingdom, Faker. I want you to flush them out and kill them, and I will pay you a high price to do so.”

“I’m not a mercenary,” Archer said with a smirk, “And superheroes don’t ask for money.”

Crimson eyes locked with Archer’s as he said, “But you haven’t been a superhero for sometime, and who said you couldn’t be a sensible superhero.”

“So, you’re hiring me to kill the Dead Apostle in Fuyuki?” Archer asked in a slow voice as he glared at the other man.

Gilgamesh nodded and said, “Yes! The gangster was right to ask for your help, I just have even more resources than he did. So, do you accept my proposal?” One long fingered hand was offered before Archer matched with a gleaming smile and burning ruby eyes.

Archer sighed as his palm met the other man’s and he said, “I’ve made worse deals.”


******

Ayako checked her watch before rocking back and forth on her heels and looking around. I was ten minutes early, she thought before slightly gnawing on her bottom lip before glancing around for a head of blue hair and laughing crimson eyes. She hadn’t looked up the myth of Cù Chulainn, other than it was about some Irish bad ass who ended up tying his entrails tor a rock so he’d die on his feet. She’d almost been afraid to find out about who Lancer had been, like she’d fall short or he was some giant medieval player or something.

Conversation swirled around her outside the restaurant of Lancer’s choosing. It was some casual joint that was fairly popular and fixed a lot of Western types of food. She took another glance down at her watch and sighed. He still had two minutes before he actually had to be here, and he did warn her that he’d be late if the manager was being a “raging twat” and had him do something extra before he could escape. She smoothed her hair down with a sigh, rocking back and forth on her feet.

“Stood up, love?” a low male voice with a lilting accent that was vaguely like Lancer’s said from behind her.

Ayako jolted and spun around to see a tall, slim man with dark green hair hanging rakishly in his face dressed in a lot of black and chains. A paper stick poked from his lips and his crimson eyes quickly moved over her. His gaze felt as if someone had slithered slimy ice up and down her skin and she shivered ever so slightly. Her heart picked up as she desperately wished for Lancer to be early for once in his life.

She answered, “No, I was early.”

“Lucky guy then, or girl?” he asked with a tilt of his head as a long fingered hand pulled a sucker from his mouth. The bright red confection gleamed in the lights as he slowly slid it back in his mouth. The candy left a bit of reddish gloss on his lips, giving him an almost androgynous appearance.

Ayako frowned and said, “I don’t think it’s your business.”

“Oy, I didn’t mean to offend, love,” he said with a chuckle as he held up his hands that were adorned with black leather half gloves and metal studs.

Long lavender hair trailing all over her quivering body, the sharp pain in her throat accompanied by ecstasy laced in her veins.

She swallowed as the memory came rushing forth as if it was some warning. A heartbeat rumbled like thunder in pounding ears accompanied by slightly shallow breathing. “Still, a lovely girl like you should have better attention paid to you, don’t you think?” he said with a smirk as he waved his lollipop at her. She stared at the obscene red bulb slick with saliva and syrup.

“Like I said, I was too early,” Ayako said before moving to the side to step into the restaurant.

A hand like icy iron wrapped around her forearm as the green haired man said, “Since you’ve been stood up, maybe we should go some place else to talk.” Those queer crimson eyes met Ayako’s as pressure welled up in her head.

That damned idiot stood me up again. This guy seems interesting . . .

“Lancer’s never stood me up,” Ayako said with a glare.

As if saying his name had summoned him, her eyes caught glimpse of a familiar head of blue hair. Her heart slowed at the sight of him, wearing his black leather pants, the familiar wallet chain, a blue button up shirt with a bit of white poking out of it, and his long, blue hair was unbound, framing his handsome features. The large, cheerful smile melted from his face as his ruby eyes narrowed at the sight of the foreigner holding onto Ayako’s arm.

There was a blur of azure and black and then the hand holding Ayako’s arm had been dislodged. Warmth was at her side as one arm wrapped around her and Lancer bared his teeth ever so slightly. Heat washed over Ayako’s cheeks as she wrapped her arm around his waist.

Lancer said, “Back the hell away from her.”

“Interesting,” the green haired man said with a cant of his head as his eyes lingered on Ayako, “And I’ll see you again . . .” His eyes met Lancer’s with a smirk, “Pretty Vixen.”

A low, rumbling sound erupted from Lancer’s chest as the green haired man gave a cheerful wave before disappearing into the streets. Lancer spun to face her and asked, “Are you alright, Ayako?”

“Why am I a magnet for the strange?” she asked in a soft voice shivering ever so slightly.

Lancer’s face fell and he said, “I’m sorry, if . . . I’ll go if you ask me to. But I’ll make sure that arse never bothers you again.”

Her eyes widened as she shook her head and took his hand. “No,” Ayako said with a smile, “I’m going to have this date even if it kills us.”

He laughed and said, “That’s my pretty vixen. Today’s been a right strange day. Rin’s Bowman got herself arrested, then there’s that arse . . .”

“He wasn’t normal,” Ayako said in a soft voice.

Lancer’s crimson eyes narrowed and he said, “I don’t know what he was, but I can tell ye this, Ayako my lass. He’s even less human than I am.”

“I don’t like the sound of that,” Ayako said.

Something clouded over Lancer’s face as he said, “Don’t condemn me, but . . . I do.”


Annnnnndddddd, shameless self plugging, but if you want to see what Elf can do with her own characters and settings:

SPF, Elf's Original Novel (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/330-SPF-Elf-s-Original-Novel): In the current trend of urban fantasy fiction most authors have the supernatural "come out of the closet" as it where and everything is pretty much treated hunky dory. However, in real life the world wouldn't be as accepting. Enter this work of Jennifer L. Barnes where a select group who are more than human themselves are forced to keep the existence of the supernatural secret, at almost any cost.

Scream Queen, Volume One of The Law Unto Herself Chronicles (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/441-Scream-Queen-%28Vol-1-Of-The-Law-Unto-Herself-Chronicles-%29): Forest is a most unusual vampire who chooses to fight for the innocent and is a bit of a superhero of sorts. She's also a bit of a geek with a love for books, movies and comics. On the opening night of a movie she has been anticipating for quite some while everything goes wrong and horrors exist that make anything on the silver screen look absolutely tame. However she's not Law Unto Herself for nothing, and she'll be damned before she missed Bruce Campbell on the big screen.

Soldat der Trauer
May 1st, 2011, 05:48 PM
{claps} Very nice, Mistress Elf. Even in short segments, your proficiency at fleshing out various dimensions of a story continues to shine through.
My respects. Also, nice to see some acknowledgment towards Archer from Gilgamesh, of all people. The GAR remains strong!

Neir
May 1st, 2011, 06:26 PM
Gil is much more likeable when he's not being obsessed with Saber and full of Grail induced craziness. I'm kind of hoping he'll pull a Hollow trick and wipe some shit out himself.

Kratosirving
May 1st, 2011, 06:27 PM
...I'm very afraid for Ayako if Ethan (believe it's him) is taking an interest in her.

Neir
May 1st, 2011, 06:29 PM
I think Lancer can handle a single DA. But that would be boring, wouldn't it, Elf?

Mike1984
May 1st, 2011, 06:29 PM
Well, I seem to recall that long wooden sticks through the heart are a damn good way of killing vampires, so... :p

Keyne
May 1st, 2011, 06:31 PM
Well, I seem to recall that long wooden sticks through the heart are a damn good way of killing vampires, so... :p

Here we have a long, hard and red lance though. :3

Neir
May 1st, 2011, 06:32 PM
Here we have a long, hard and red lance though. :3

And Gae Bolg.

SeiKeo
May 1st, 2011, 06:34 PM
This is drifting away from Archer/Lancer buddy cop to Ayako/Lancer and it's great.

Neir
May 1st, 2011, 06:37 PM
This is drifting away from Archer/Lancer buddy cop to Ayako/Lancer and it's great.

Quiet! What if she hears you and stops writing Ayako x Lancer (as much)?

Elf
May 1st, 2011, 06:43 PM
LOL, well, that wasn't what I had planned, but yet I adore it and can't stay away from it. But Ayako is going to be a big part in this series. The second story is going to be more Archer/Lancer team up, and the third . . . Archer/Rin. Of course like this, the character/couple who isn't the main focus still has screen time so to speak.

Keyne
May 1st, 2011, 06:49 PM
...and the Gay Bulge will finally penetrate the Raw Anus. :D

RJL333
May 1st, 2011, 07:11 PM
Still liking this story. No complaints.

Elf
May 1st, 2011, 07:40 PM
...and the Gay Bulge will finally penetrate the Raw Anus. :D

. . . Ayoko's not into buttsex. Not yet anyway.

Neir
May 1st, 2011, 07:52 PM
. . . Ayoko's not into buttsex. Not yet anyway.

He's Lancer. He'll convince her eventually.

Elf
May 1st, 2011, 07:55 PM
He's Lancer. He'll convince her eventually.

As much as I write Archer having sex, I would admit that Lancer would be the more fun partner. He seems like the type that would be willing and up for almost everything and just have fun doing it.

Neir
May 1st, 2011, 08:01 PM
Lancer: a bro even in bed.

Kieran
May 1st, 2011, 08:19 PM
I still say Gil needs to killed with fire, but I have a hard time letting go of my hatreds.



. . . And the winner of the "Understatement of All Time" award goes to . . .

Elf
May 1st, 2011, 08:42 PM
Aww, but Gil's funnnnnnn!

Neir
May 1st, 2011, 08:55 PM
Only when Saber isn't around.

Mike1984
May 1st, 2011, 09:12 PM
I'm pretty sure it's not his treatment of Saber that makes Kieron hate him....

Kieran
May 1st, 2011, 09:28 PM
Oh, that too - I can hate him easily for that. But this is just creeping me out.

ItsaRandomUsername
May 1st, 2011, 09:32 PM
Aww, but Gil's funnnnnnn!

This...


Only when Saber isn't around.

...and this.

Erlkonig
May 1st, 2011, 09:41 PM
So... Gilgamesh is gay as fuck in this fic?

This only makes me think that Gil-ko isn't really Gil-ko at all...

Mike1984
May 1st, 2011, 09:52 PM
Since when has Gil been not gay?

Hell, it's even in his legend....

ItsaRandomUsername
May 1st, 2011, 09:56 PM
The original bi-sexual?

Makes sense.

Elf
May 1st, 2011, 10:21 PM
So... Gilgamesh is gay as fuck in this fic?

He's not gay, he's bisexual. Archer was the one who caught his fascination after Saber's gone this time around. And come on "Faaaaakkkeerrrrr."

Tesculpture
May 1st, 2011, 10:23 PM
Great fun! Still waiting on the buddy cop-ness but a very worthwhile story by itself!

Archer and Gil. No matter what universe it is, those two are inevitably drawn together...

Est-Man
May 11th, 2011, 11:57 PM
When I was reading the bits with Lancer and Ayako, this sounded in my head:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DaksNAm8g4I&feature=related

Bizarre, yet awesome.

99ya
May 12th, 2011, 12:06 AM
[facepalm]

Elf
May 12th, 2011, 12:26 AM
When I was reading the bits with Lancer and Ayako, this sounded in my head:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DaksNAm8g4I&feature=related

Bizarre, yet awesome.

. . . That's actually rather awesome. I had to watch it twice. (Sounds like he's saying "Touch my cock" instead of "touch my heart".)

Est-Man
May 12th, 2011, 12:41 AM
. . . That's actually rather awesome. I had to watch it twice. (Sounds like he's saying "Touch my cock" instead of "touch my heart".)

For all we know about Lancer, that might well be what he is thinking.

Elf
May 12th, 2011, 12:44 AM
At least to Ayako.

Counterguardian
May 12th, 2011, 05:35 AM
Man do you know how to write a mean Gilgamesh.

Elf
May 12th, 2011, 10:22 PM
Part Seven: Drunken Ramblings and Bloody Yearnings

“I see a little silhouetto of a man,” the voice singing was very off key and couldn’t carry a tune to save his soul, but he was enthusiastic. Blond hair was mussed in every direction as empty hands were waving to and fro in the spacious limousine cabin. Two bottles of Norwegian black raspberry mead were lying in empty abandon on the plush carpet.

Archer stood up, rocking so slightly as his head swam. The car rocked and he threw his arms up to catch the ceiling so he wouldn’t fall over. He sang out, “Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango?”

Gilgamesh’s glazed crimson eyes met his as a third bottle of Norwegian brewed delight was thrust up into the air. The King of Heroes shook his head and rang out in his off-key voice, his voice rising with Archer’s, “Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening me!”

The limo took a sharp turn and both former Servants’ long arms pin wheeled back and forth before Archer was thrown back in his seat with a laugh. Gilgamesh thrust up the bottle of mead and called out, “Do you think one sharp turn will knock down the King of Heroes? You are severely wrong! I am Gilgamesh and I rule everything before me!”

Archer stared at the laughing king and snorted, “You sure as hell don’t rule me.”

“I don’t want to rule you,” Gilgamesh replied as he sort of bonelessly flopped beside Archer. One perfectly manicured hand reached with an offering of that sweet, blessed liquid that erased thoughts of ravenous Dead, raven haired magi, and anything else of meaning.

Archer took the bottle of mead, lifted it to his lips and said, “I thought that’s what you wanted.”

“I want to give up my power once and a while, my Faker,” Gilgamesh said, his voice slurring on his endearment.

Archer shook his head and downed a large swig. The sweetly burning liquid made a path to find the rest of its brethren in the intoxicated man’s body. One hand tilted the bottle and Gilgamesh took it back. He said, “Heavy’s the head that wears the crown, Goldy.”

The British rock opera continued to pour through the car. Gilgamesh shouted, “Driver of mine, turn this delightful music up. I wish to hear more of the wonder that is Freddy Mercury.”

“You know he’s dead, right?” Archer said as suddenly two Gilgameshs filled his vision. His body swam with the languid warmth and he laughed. He strummed the leather of his seat and said, “Rin should be here. You know, I miss her.”

“You should claim her,” Gilgamesh said as he stretched his legs out, propping his feet on Archer’s seat. His blond head lolled back and forth as he chuckled before emptying their third bottle.

Archer shook his head and said, “I can’t do that. Rin can’t be claimed, she claims you.”

“Ah, that’s even better,” Gilgamesh said with a smile as he lifted his head enough to look at Archer.

He nodded and replied, “I’ve always loved her and then I go and almost fuck it up by trying to commit retroactive suicide. You know how stupid that is? ‘I’m going to get summoned so I can kill myself when I was an idiotic teenager and create a paradox.’ I was a Counter Guardian. You know what that means, Goldy?”

“I’d prefer if you called me Gil,” Gilgamesh said as he idly spun his hand in a circle before looking around. “We need more spirits. The conversation is getting retrospective. I want more of my Faker singing to this delightful music. Which is still not loud enough, Driver!”

The rhapsody became even louder, almost drowning out any conversation that could have been had if the two men were sober. However Norwegian mead had a magical property to make men act like loud fools. “I should find this man and tell him that it’s his duty to sing to me at all times,” Gilgamesh shouted over the den of Beelzebub having put a devil aside for the person singing.

Archer pointed and said, “He’s dead.”

“What?” Gilgamesh said, his face falling as he thrust his lower lip out ever so slightly.

Archer nodded and said, “Yeah, he died over a decade ago from AIDS.”

“AIDS?” Gilgamesh said, “He died of an illness.”

Archer nodded and answered, “Yeah. It’s one of the many reasons you and Lancer should use a condom.”

“No disease shall fell the King of Heroes,” Gilgamesh yelled as he threw the empty bottle out through the sunroof, causing cars to blow their horns in protest. He pointed at Archer and said, “With you as my witness, Faker, I will make sure that this AIDS will never kill another soul again. I will rid the world of it’s horror because I am King.”

Archer laughed and said, “Well long live the king.”

“Long live both of us, Faker,” Gilgamesh said with a smile, “Long live both of us.”

Then crimson eyes focused ever so slightly and he asked, “What is a condom?”


*****

Wretched features went slack as a body went quiet save for twitches from still firing nerves as its existence was snuffed completely. Eloise licked her lips as the sack of drained meat fell on to the ground with a heavy yet satisfying thud. She shook her head to the quivering school girl with shoulder length brown hair and wide brown eyes looking up at her.

Eloise tilted her head pointed with a smirk. She said, “Run home, love.”

The girl rose to her feet as her body trembled like a leaf in the wind. White cloth was drooping off of a slim shoulder as a shaking hand struggled to hold it up. Swashes of red littered white skin that was quickly fading to a sickly purple color. Eloise met the girl’s sweet face and she said, “Good girls aren’t out this time of night.”

Without a word the girl ran out into the night, leaving Eloise with the sack of meat. She gracefully knelt beside it and sighed. One long fingered hand reached out and rolled it so it was facing upwards, empty filmy eyes forever looking up but seeing nothing. Since Eden and Ethan got careless and that body woke up at the morgue, that means I have to be even more careful, she thought with a sigh.

Her preferred prey was men, the more wretched the better. She thrived on rapists, molesters and murders like the miserable corpse at her feet. Even though she needed the occasional virgin to keep from deteriorating, she was happiest with scum and filth. Well, for the most part, she thought with a sigh as she tucked a lock of apricot hair behind her ear.

For the past few decades she’d been growing weary of her travel partners and having to baby sit them even though they were all a century and change. Eden was sadistic and Ethan hedonistic, which made them a dangerous combination. They didn’t care who was left in the aftermath as long as they enjoyed themselves.

Eloise didn’t think she had some high moral fiber, but was always finding herself saving some girl from some horrible fate or the like. She didn’t hide what she was, after all, who would believe some scared girl’s ramblings like that. They would spin it in a way to make it sound like it was some fevered dream even though Eloise was there with fangs and claws eating some miscreant.

There was a sharp snap and a flicker of silver in the dim street lights as a knife was brought into view. Cutting off some of the more powerful Dead Apostles wouldn’t kill them, but it would stop a Dead from rising. Like that poor sop in the morgue who arose right in the middle of an autopsy, she thought with a shake of her head as she attended her grisly task.

She had watched the program on the telly about the scene from a horror flick today while her compatriots slept. She had also seen the tall, grim faced Asian man who had been arrested with the Dead’s charges on his head. I wonder if he knew what was going on here, Eloise thought while biting her lip.

Maybe I should find him and ask. One hand lifted the Dead Apostle’s grisly trophy up, muscles already stiffening in a frightening death mask. Eloise opened up a near by trash can and unceremoniously gave her victim’s head a proper burial. Bloodied hands were wiped on soiled clothing, defacing the dead even more. Then the lovely predator sheathed her knife to get some answers.

After all, I always get what I want.


*****

“Hey Lancer, can I ask you a question?”

Lancer smiled at Ayako as she picked up a choice bit of ramen with her chopsticks. He waved his own and said, “Fire away, Ayako.”

She bit her lip and asked, “What did you mean back there when you said that you liked the sound of that guy being less human than you are?”

“I figured you were going to ask that,” Lancer said with a sigh as he reached for his drink. The wish that the simple soda was something much more potent was great, but the Celt didn’t want to offend his partner anymore than he already had. He stared at the chopsticks in his hands, his eyes trailing over their almost spear like tips.

Ayako took a drink of her own and said, “If you don’t want to answer, that’s okay. I mean, you’ve been more honest with me than someone I thought was my best friend ever was.”

“Magi are a bunch of wankers from what I’ve seen of for the most part,” Lancer said with a shake of her head, “It’s not little Rin’s fault her family duties made her didn’t know if she was coming or going.”

She raised her eyebrows and said, “Why the hell are you defending Tohsaka anyway?”

“She’s a good lass,” Lancer said with a grin.

Ayako grinned and asked, “Am I better?”

“You got me to reveal all of our secrets at the cost of our lives, didn’t you?” Lancer said with a smirk as he took a mouthful of ramen.

She laughed and said, “Well, that’s true. I guess I’m stubborn that way.”

“It’s a good thing, don’t change it. Never back down no matter what. Keep your head held high even in the face of death,” Lancer said with a shake of his head and a wan smile.

Ayako bit her lip and asked, “You want to fight that guy, don’t you?”

“Aye,” Lancer said in a low voice before looking away from her keen amber gaze.

She bit her lip and tilted her head as she continued to study him. There was a slight clinking sound as chopsticks tapped against a heavy plate. “You know, that’s kinda not surprising,” Ayako said with a shrug.

He blinked and asked, “Really?”

“Well, you came from some giant warrior culture right? Like it was either kick ass or be enslaved or worse, right? You and your people had to fight just to see the next day,” Ayako said with a shrug, “And then you come to this time where things are pretty easy, comparatively.”

Lancer chuckled and said, “I stabbed the first car I saw, thinking it was a demon despite all the information the Grail was feeding into my brain.”

“You stabbed a car?” Ayako said with a giggle, her face lighting up and her eyes gleaming.

He nodded and said, “Aye. Rammed my Gae Bolg right into the hood of the metal beast. The driver wet himself.” He grinned at the memory and finished, “And Bazett yelled at me and punched me hard enough that I saw stars.”

The pretty vixen licked her lip and said, “I’ve heard you say that name before. Who was that?”

“Bazett was kin and my Master. Apparently she wanted to use her wish from the Grail if she won to save me,” Lancer said with a shake of his head, “But I didn’t need saving.”

Ayako ran a hand through her hair and said, “When you told me who you were I didn’t research it or anything.”

“Oh?” Lancer asked with a tilt of his head.

She nodded and said, “Yeah, I mean, I wanted to find out for myself who you were and not have that judgment colored by some stories woven by some drunken Westerners.”

“Now you’re playing into the stereotypes, Pretty Vixen,” Lancer said with a laugh and a shake of his head.

Ayako pressed her lips together, scowled and said, “But it’s true right?”

“Somewhat,” Lancer said with a chuckle before looking out the restaurant’s massive window.

She did as well and shivered when an all too familiar form with lavender hair walked past. Lancer patted her hand and said, “She won’t get near you again.”

“I feel like she’s watching me or something,” Ayako admitted in a low voice over her glass.

He smiled and said, “I don’t blame her there.”

Then he looked back at her and said, “I crave it.”

“Crave what?” Ayako asked as she resumed eating.

Lancer answered, “Battle. It bubbles up in my blood and screams with every ounce of my being. Yet . . . this time is too soft. No worthy warriors to cross blades with.”

“What about Rin’s butler?” Ayako asked, “I mean, you could spar with him right?”

He blinked and said, “That cheating Bowman? He’s a dishonest bastard who uses tricks and wiles to win. That’s not a battle.”

Ayako giggled and said, “Figured Tohsaka would be into a guy like that.”

“God, have you ever watched them together?” Lancer asked with a grin and a laugh.

She shook her head and said, “Not really, it always sort of skeeved me out.”

“They try so hard to hide it from each other. I think they just need to admit it, shag, and get it over with,” Lancer replied.

Ayako made a face and said, “That’s a mental image that I didn’t want.”

“Tasting bile again?” he asked.

She smirked and said, “Not yet, but then again, not everyone can be as handsome, charming or have as sexy of a voice as you.”

“Those poor souls,” Lancer said with an exaggerated sigh as he threw up his hands and shook his head.

Her laughter rang out and she shook her head, pointing her chopsticks at him. “You’re a horrible influence,” she said with a laugh.

Lancer met her eyes and asked, “How horrible of an influence?”

“This horrible,” she said as her cheeks became stained with that fetching shade of pink he was quickly adoring but she leaned forward and gave his lips a swift brush with her own.

He laughed and said, “That was right brave of you.”

“I’ve never done that before,” she said as her flush deepened.

Lancer reached out and his fingers cupped her cheek. He ran his fingers through her hair and said, “Well, you are a brave one.”

Her eyes met his as she asked, “You want more than just sparring, don’t you? You want . . . a real battle.”

“Aye,” Lancer said with a nod in a soft voice.

Even white teeth worried on plump lips before amber eyes met crimson. Ayako sighed and said, “I . . . want to see you fight.”

“Then let’s go find that wanker who made a play at you and see if he’s as much of a monster as I think he is,” Lancer said.

SeiKeo
May 12th, 2011, 10:27 PM
Oh Gil you. Putting your powers to good use.

Kieran
May 12th, 2011, 10:55 PM
I hate that song - always have. I think it has something to do with my friends cranking up the volume and the bass line and shifting it to the rear speakers - while I was sitting directly in front of them.

Other than that, good buildup all around. I'm still waiting for the team-up incident.

Elf
May 12th, 2011, 10:59 PM
That song was the first one that popped into head to have them sing while they were drunk. Then ironically it came up on my playlist while I was writing that scene.

Elyrin
May 12th, 2011, 11:00 PM
The song choice was obviously fate, then. Or Zelretch's fault, maybe.

Est-Man
May 12th, 2011, 11:59 PM
Great chapter. Forgot to say it when I first posted but I'm loving this fic. Seeing Gil and Archer drunk singing their asses off was great, thought for a bit that Gil would make a move on Archer.

As for Lancer and Ayako, Though that dreaded song kept ringing in my head, it was a really good scene. They do make a nice couple, Ayako seems to understand Lancer's need for battle and that's one of the basis of a good relationship: Understanding and accepting your partner as he/she is.

And last but not least, I'm intrigued as to the motivations of Eloise, she doesn't seem to be as rotten as her companions, which makes me believe she will do Heel/Face turn soon enough.

http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/HeelFaceTurn

Neir
May 13th, 2011, 03:07 AM
I too despise that song, and I could never imagine Archer singing. The idea just makes the gears in my head grind the wrong way. Other than the singing, though, I think the whole drunken interaction was nice. And I'd be willing to bet you'll find a way for Gil to cure AIDS. Because, you know, he's Gilgamesh.

Regarding Eloise, I'm glad she didn't just start raiding blood banks like she said she would. Such outright honesty (in an OC) can be offputting, at least to me.

Interested in seeing Lancer's fight. Looking forward to the next update.

ringlhach
May 13th, 2011, 04:24 AM
Then crimson eyes focused ever so slightly and he asked, “What is a condom?”Ha!

Mike1984
May 13th, 2011, 08:10 AM
And last but not least, I'm intrigued as to the motivations of Eloise, she doesn't seem to be as rotten as her companions, which makes me believe she will do Heel/Face turn soon enough.

http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/HeelFaceTurn

Well, her motivations are presumably pretty simple. She just wants to live. She doesn't seem truly bad (unlike the other two), she just isn't willing to sacrifice her own life even if that means killing others (and, the bit about sometimes needing a "virgin" shows that she doesn't only kill people who "deserve" it, even if she tries not to hurt innocents as much as possible).

As for a Heel Face Turn, that presumably depends on whether they can find an alternate source of virgin blood for her, so she can survive without killing innocents (a blood bank isn't likely to work, because the bags are hardly likely to have "pure, 100% virgin blood" written on them...). Sakura's out, obviously, and I'm pretty sure Archer is keen to rule Rin out of the running too, so I'm not sure how they'd deal with that problem, and I can't see Rin or Archer letting her run around the town eating people to survive, even if they will likely sympathise with her situation and want to help her.


Regarding Eloise, I'm glad she didn't just start raiding blood banks like she said she would. Such outright honesty (in an OC) can be offputting, at least to me.

What would be wrong with her doing that?

Neir
May 13th, 2011, 12:41 PM
Nothing would be 'wrong' with it. I just think that it would be much less interesting.

Elf
May 13th, 2011, 09:52 PM
Well, the vengeful female vampire has always been a favorite trope of mine.

Kieran
May 13th, 2011, 10:06 PM
Hadn't guessed. :D

Counterguardian
May 13th, 2011, 10:12 PM
So I take it Gilgamesh isn't going to be kicked in the balls in this fic then?

I mean, he's a magnificently arrogant ass as always, but an ass with good intentions nonetheless.

Elf
May 13th, 2011, 10:14 PM
So I take it Gilgamesh isn't going to be kicked in the balls in this fic then?

I mean, he's a magnificently arrogant ass as always, but an ass with good intentions nonetheless.

Well, Gil's not "Grail Crazy". He's still an ass, but he has good intentions. He's like . . . I want to say Xanatos, but he doesn't have the brains for it. The world's his, and since he has this responsibility, he's going to make the world the best place he can.

That's not to say Rin can't act like a jealous girlfriend from time to time.

Neir
May 14th, 2011, 12:07 AM
Well, Gil's not "Grail Crazy". He's still an ass, but he has good intentions. He's like . . . I want to say Xanatos, but he doesn't have the brains for it. The world's his, and since he has this responsibility, he's going to make the world the best place he can.

This. This is how I imagined Gil would be without the Grail taint (and without harassing Saber). When all is said and done, his alignment is Chaotic Good.

Mike1984
May 14th, 2011, 03:30 PM
When all is said and done, his alignment is Chaotic Good.

In bizarro Nasu world, yes. In the real world, he's Chaotic Neutral at best, even without the corruption (which, remember, apparently did not affect him one bit).

shiningphoenix
May 14th, 2011, 04:42 PM
Did it actually not affect him, or did he simply claim that it didn't?

Counterguardian
May 14th, 2011, 08:39 PM
It made him a lot more excitable and eccentric (read:weird) if memory serves.

ItsaRandomUsername
May 14th, 2011, 08:42 PM
^
This.

Keyne
May 15th, 2011, 04:19 AM
This. This is how I imagined Gil would be without the Grail taint (and without harassing Saber). When all is said and done, his alignment is Chaotic Good.
Well, dumping the world in All the Evils in the World and seeing who survives to be his "loyal" subjects isn't good at all.

Counterguardian
May 15th, 2011, 04:34 AM
Eh, Utilitarianism.

Elf
May 15th, 2011, 12:12 PM
Well, dumping the world in All the Evils in the World and seeing who survives to be his "loyal" subjects isn't good at all.

Well, he was sort of Grail Crazy then.

Kratosirving
May 15th, 2011, 12:41 PM
Heh. Gil was the original crazy man after all. :D

Eveonder
May 15th, 2011, 12:58 PM
Heh. Gil was the original crazy man after all. :D

He was also the original wimp with his original fear of death.

Elf
May 15th, 2011, 02:38 PM
You know, eventually one of the "cases" will have to be Archer and Gilgamesh working together, just for the lols. Lancer would be laid up (possibly on vacation with Ayako) and unable to join them on the fun. Gilgamesh would be more and more outlandish and Archer would just be face palming the entire time.

And there would be use of Vienna, because that thing is just one dope ride.

Keyne
May 15th, 2011, 02:39 PM
The Even-Illusive Utopia whar? ;c;

Counterguardian
May 16th, 2011, 03:06 AM
You mean Vimana right, Elf?

ItsaRandomUsername
May 16th, 2011, 03:13 AM
Awww yeah, Vimanna FTW.

Eveonder
May 16th, 2011, 03:27 AM
I still think Gil would be on the outlook for Immortality now that he's human or mostly human again...

ItsaRandomUsername
May 16th, 2011, 03:29 AM
Get that snake!

Elf
May 16th, 2011, 09:51 AM
Oh, I have a plan for the Immortality potion, and what exactly Gil does with it.

Kratosirving
May 16th, 2011, 10:46 AM
Damn, and I had a clever pun that Gil was after Archer's copperhead...

Elf
June 5th, 2011, 03:14 PM
Part Eight: The Hunt and the Chase

The battle was a long and difficult one.

Bile and thicker things were forcing their way up an unwilling digestive tract in an attempt to rid the normally near perfect body of massive amounts of poison. A liver screamed in agony as it tried to cleanse the toxins to keep its home in efficient order. Bliss and giddiness of intoxication had transmuted into stagnation and sluggishness with a heavy pounding behind the temples.

“I think I’m going to throw up,” Archer’s voice was muffled behind his hand as his vision blurred and spun all around him. His mouth tasted as if it was full of cotton and something oddly tangy. Holding his head up was becoming a monumental effort as he felt himself swaying to and fro.

A heavy hand made its way onto a broad shoulder as what seemed like four pairs of crimson eyes met Archer’s. Gilgamesh held up one finger and said, “No, you need to keep that inside of you.”

“I think it’s going to come out,” Archer said as his stomach revolted in punishment for drinking Viking’s Blood.

Gilgamesh scowled and said, “That’s a waste of good liquor, which I will not tolerate.”

“My body’s not tolerating it,” Archer replied before narrowing his eyes at the very reason he felt as if Berserker was inside of his skull raging to escape while Saber was in his stomach trying to propel herself out. Then everything lurched suddenly, the poison couldn’t be contained and it came out in a hot rush. One shaking hand was clamped over a trembling mouth as the other pounded uselessly at a console until the dark glass rolled down.

Cool air swept over a flushed body, but the relief was minimal. Archer stuck his head out the window and proceeded to wash the sleek limousine in spent wine and bile. Animalistic retching sounds escaped a ravaged throat as each pass brought up more and more of the volatile mixture before it splashed onto the rapidly moving pavement below. Weary eyes lifted but the rest of his body was prone as muscles trembled in exhaustion, every ounce of strength zapped from them.

“Faker!” Gilgamesh’s voice was like a warning claxon and Archer waved one hand feebly to shoo the unwanted attention away. However Gilgamesh wasn’t the King of Heroes for nothing and easily grabbed a man that outweighed him by several kilograms and was six centimeters taller to pull him back into plush interior of the limo. Archer’s body slumped into the cushioned seats as his skull continued to pound.

Gilgamesh sighed and said, “You don’t handle your liquor well, do you?”

“Bleh,” was Archer’s stinging reply as the light above his head was currently burning
into his retinas. He raised his hand to his eyes as his throat still burned in the aftermath of his purge. He grimaced, shook his head which brought a fresh wave of nausea, and shielded his eyes to look up at Gilgamesh.

Gilgamesh’s face softened and oddly enough the king smiled. There was something unsettling about the smile, an edge of wickedness to the curve of elegant lips and the gleam of crimson eyes that should have been a warning. However Archer was too intoxicated to care at the moment, but he did manage to hold his index finger up and said, “You’re not having sex with me. Not my type.”

“Oh Faker,” Gilgamesh said with a loud, booming laugh that drove spikes into Archer’s ears, causing him to flinch at the sound. “You really do amuse me so. I will get you home and you can sleep this off.”

Archer frowned and said, “I miss Rin.”

“And I envy the magus,” Gilgamesh said with a shake of his head as he reached up and shut off the light overhead, sending them into soothing darkness.


******

“I . . . want to see you fight.”

Five simple, short words that were uttered in a moment’s passion. Five words should have been making a young girl’s stomach twist in knots or her heart race like a beating drum, but yet they were. Part of Ayako regretted saying it, but another, louder part of her, was tingling from head to toe as she felt oddly light and airy despite the clinching and fluttering in her gut.

Together she walked with a hero of ancient lore from a far away land and ages past. There’s nothing to be scared of, she told herself, I mean, Lancer’s done this thing probably like a billion times. I mean look at him right now. Her gaze turned towards the blue haired Irish man who’s wide mouth was quirked in a wide, toothy grin exposing his elongated canines as his ruby eyes burned. As she watched he swept back his flowing blue hair and clasped it back with the silver barrette she never saw him without until tonight.

He dressed up for me, Ayako thought as the airiness welled up even more as well, as if her feet weren’t touching the ground. The blue dress shirt was something she’d never seen Lancer in before. The man generally favored T-shirts or absurdly loud shirts with neon prints that had a reputation to make retinas burn with their intensity. But he had made an effort with his appearance as she had, and she had kissed him in a momentary moment of whimsy.

It had been a moment of impulse that lead to the two of them stalking the back streets of Shinto together. A moment she was not regretting at all with the heat rushing through her veins and the chill of the autumn breeze whipping through her hair and clothing. Lancer looked at her and said, “Now Ayako, I am going to need you to do exactly what I tell you when I tell you to. No hesitation, just act.”

Ayako nodded and said with a tiny smile, “Just long as it’s not something perverted.”

“Oh, that comes after the fight, my Pretty Vixen,” Lancer said with a laugh as his inhuman eyes danced.

Heat washed over her and filled her cheeks with what she knew had to be some really vivid shade of pink. She shook her head and said, “You’re horrible.”

Lancer stopped, his hand gently grasping her arm to pull her towards her. Ayako swallowed as she looked up at him as his expression transformed, softening as his free hand stroked her hair back from her face. “A kiss for luck, Ayako?” Lancer asked as his eyes bore into her.

Heat bubbled up in her cheeks but her finger tips felt like ice as her mouth became suddenly dry. Her chest tightened, making it hard to breathe as everything seemed to stop. She could only nod as one of Lancer’s large hands cupped her cheek while the one that had been holding her arm wrapped around her waist to pull her close. The smell of leather, musk, and malt was thick in the air, each inhale filled with the intoxicating combination. Crimson eyes were startlingly close as Ayako stared at Lancer before his lips descended upon hers.

Ayako tensed at the press of heated lips against hers for the briefest of moments before relaxing. She half expected Lancer to just grab her and plunge his tongue in her mouth like she’d seen in movies she’d drug Tohsaka to countless times, but he didn’t. His lips gently moved back and forth with hers, coaxing hers into the dance as her arms went around his neck. Shivers drifted up and down her body, sensation sparking her mouth to part in invitation as her body sought more of him.

The invitation was enough as his grip tightened around her and she felt a low growl vibrate against her mouth from his. Intense heat swept through her mouth as his tongue plunged into hers. The gentle kiss turned into something savage that sent her senses on fire. The sound of cars passing was vaguely distant, the combination of leather, musk, and malt was thick in the air, Lancer’s mouth was searing, wet and demanding, and a tangy, salty malt was thick on her tongue.

Her fingers tugged lightly at the tail at the back of his neck, wanting to feel the sweep of hair against her finger tips. It was like brushed silk, finer than her own hair and exquisite to the touch. His hard, lean muscular body was pressed against hers, making her aware of all the coiled up power within him. Head spinning, Ayako pressed her tongue back in time with his, not letting him be the sole aggressor in her first true kiss.

Their mouths fed at each other, a sinuous dance of scraping teeth, pressing tongues and caressing lips. A hollow ache was building within Ayako as her core fluttered at nothing. The need for Lancer to touch and fill her was making her head spin until he pulled his lips away from her. Large gulps of air were taking to quench burning lungs that made their appearance known after Lancer had parted from her. Ayako’s heart was thundering as she gulped for air and her cheeks burned.

“Wow,” she said with a shake of her head.

The heat in Lancer’s eyes was a tangible, dangerous thing as she met his smoldering look. “Wow,” he repeated as his kiss swollen lips spread into a slow, lopsided smile, “You really are a vixen, Ayako.”

Ayako pressed her own swollen, tingling lips together and stammered incoherently for a second before she said, “I think you killed my brain.”

Lancer stroked her hair, leaned close, and whispered, “Och no. If you melt from just a kiss, how are you going to handle me inside of you?”

The illicit words made her shiver, but there was a spike of cold, hard fear that cut through the warmth. Her eyes narrowed and she shoved at him slightly. “Hey, just because you give me one damned amazing kiss doesn’t mean I’m going to fall into bed with you,” she said with a frown.

Lancer smirked and said, “If you did, then you wouldn’t have caught my eye as you had.”

Her eyes widened as she shook her head and said, “Asshole.”

“Even though your body wants me to fill you right now, your mind’s giving you the right suggestion,” Lancer said with a grin as he stepped away.

She glared at him and said, “You really are something else, you know that?”

“Of course, now . . . We’re going to draw out our wee beastie,” Lancer said with a grin as he started to roll up his sleeves.

Ayako swallowed as her heart started to beat at a more acceptable rate. She asked, “And how are we going to do that?”

“You’re going to take a walk. I’ll be watching your every step, but if I’m there he’s not going to strike,” Lancer said with a tiny smile.

The iciness was starting to flush the warmth of his kiss out of her system as she stared at him. She squared her shoulders, nodded, and asked, “And how is he going to find me?”

“With the way you smell right now Ayako, you’re irresistible to every predator in this city. He’ll find you,” Lancer said as the smile sharpened.

Ayako frowned and asked, “Did you kiss me so I’d be better bait?”

“No. I kissed you because I wanted to kiss you,” Lancer said with a smirk before he jumped up. Ayako stared and was about to call out to him when she saw him on the fire escape on the building beside him. He gave her a cheeky wave before he moved in a blur, leaving her alone.

Ayako took a deep breath and whispered to herself, “What the hell have I gotten myself into?”


******

What an amazing lass, Lancer thought with a smile as he watched Ayako walk the darkened, nearly abandoned street on her own. He scampered from rooftop to rooftop, keeping a close eye on his Pretty Vixen. She’s the sort of woman who makes a man want to settle down and think of raising a few bairns, Lancer thought with a chuckle as his memories of his previous life flashed through him. He had never been one to stay with someone for long, even though Emer always took him back, it wasn’t long before someone else caught his eye.

Or someone to stand at my side in a good tussle in the sheets or otherwise, he thought as he watched her walk.

As he predicted, it didn’t take long before a blur of black and green caught his eye. His teeth clinched as the green haired man appeared before Ayako, sucking on one of those damnable lollipops again. How the sodding hell do you make eating candy so obscene? Lancer thought as his gritted teeth transformed into a snarl. He watched as the dripping, red bulb was pointed in Ayako’s direction. The disgust on her face was clear as day as Lancer jumped from his perch. Within heartbeats later, he was behind Ayako with a smile.

The green haired man’s own crimson eyes narrowed at the sight of him and he said, “You.”

“Aye, me you arse,” Lancer said. Without a word, Ayako stepped behind him. Her eyes were so wide he could see white all around her amber irises and he could hear her heart pounding like a drum. He turned and gave her his most dazzling smile and said, “This won’t take long, lass.”

“This guy gives me the creeps,” Ayako said in a low voice.

The green haired Englishman slid his confection back between his coated lips and sighed. He said, “Virgins these days. I would figure with a country full of perverts you’d be more open to things.”

“So, I have to ask before I thoroughly kill you for looking at my lass, were you responsible for that thing that got the Bowman arrested?” Lancer asked with a tilt of his head.

The Englishman frowned and asked, “Who the bloody hell is the Bowman?”

“Maybe I should ask who and what the bloody hell are you?” Lancer retorted with a smirk as he started to take a stance. He extended his hand, welled up prana from the earth at his feet as his cursed spear formed in a wave of red miasma. It wasn’t creating a fake like the Bowman, but he was summoning Gae Bolg to his hand through his connection with the weapon from being a Servant.

The Englishman said, “I’m Ethan, but I think I should be asking you the same fucking question, mate.”

“Oh, I’m called Lancer in this day and age,” Lancer said with a smile before reading the spear.

Ethan frowned and said, “This day and age?” Then his eyes drifted to Gae Bolg in his hands before spreading his arms. “Well, I seem to be in the company of something I cannot comprehend. So I calmly surrender. End my miserable and painful existence.”

“Well, that’s not any fun,” Lancer sighed before thrusting Gae Bolg forward. He didn’t call upon it’s powers, he really didn’t need to at this range. Besides, he wanted to see if this thing was playing with him. Indeed, Ethan pivoted ever so slightly, putting his shoulder towards the blow so the spear wouldn’t reach his intended target.

Hah, I knew you were trying to play with me you arse, Lancer thought with a smirk before putting more force into the thrust.

Then the world and his shoulder exploded in bright, hot agony as Ayako’s scream reached him. Lancer’s hands were empty as he felt something hot and searing go through his shoulder as he felt liquid warmth pouring from it. He looked to his left shoulder to see Gae Bolg speared through it.

His eyes drifted towards Ethan and the Englishman smiled. “So, would you like to try again, mate?”

With a roar, Lancer ripped his spear from his shoulder and charged again.

Alulim
June 5th, 2011, 03:15 PM
More~ yay!

SeiKeo
June 5th, 2011, 03:31 PM
...Lancer/Ayako is now my OTP for Fate.

Elf
June 5th, 2011, 04:20 PM
...Lancer/Ayako is now my OTP for Fate.

I know right? I honestly had no plans to write a real kiss between the two of them so soon, but Lancer's all like, "Hey hey SMOOCHES!"

Of course, Ayako liked it.

Kieran
June 5th, 2011, 04:58 PM
An Englishman versus the Irishman - this will not end well. But it will be awesome to watch.

Elf
June 5th, 2011, 05:01 PM
Ethan's got some nasty tricks up his sleeve though. Honestly Lancer's poorly matched with this guy with what he can do considering how Lancer fights. Archer on the other hand would have a better time fighting him, but Lancer . . . poor Lancer.

Kratosirving
June 5th, 2011, 10:07 PM
...Why do I get the feeling that things are going to end bad, and Lancer will need a roll in the hay to recover?

Still, FUCK YES UPDATE!

Elf
June 5th, 2011, 10:51 PM
You guys will just have to see.

RadiantBeam
June 5th, 2011, 11:04 PM
I know right? I honestly had no plans to write a real kiss between the two of them so soon, but Lancer's all like, "Hey hey SMOOCHES!"

Of course, Ayako liked it.

I am all for Ayako/Lancer kisses.

Elf
June 5th, 2011, 11:13 PM
I am all for Ayako/Lancer kisses.

They're a cute couple.

So, how have you been enjoying the story?

RadiantBeam
June 5th, 2011, 11:15 PM
They're a cute couple.

So, how have you been enjoying the story?

I've been enjoying it greatly; following it for some time as a lurker. I happen to like Lancer and Ayako, and the interaction between them is fun to read. And Archer paired off with Gil is all kinds of hilarity waiting to happen.

Elf
June 5th, 2011, 11:23 PM
Sadly not enough people use Lancer and Ayako. Hell, not that many people use Archer either. And . . . dear god Gil and Archer are like fucking gold to have play off each other in this situation. Man, I'm almost a little sad that I didn't make them the buddy cops.

RadiantBeam
June 5th, 2011, 11:27 PM
This fic managed to convert me to Lancer/Ayako and the hilarity of Gil and Archer teaming up, so there's that.

Elf
June 5th, 2011, 11:29 PM
See, I always thought that Ayako and Lancer would be cute. Then found out they were flirting together in Hollow before Rider cockblocked Lancer so . . . Archer and Gil come foremost from Fate/Unlimited codes when Gil fucking purs "Faker" at Archer.

Techlet
June 5th, 2011, 11:42 PM
Lancer/Ayako was adorable.

And it seems like Lancer is in a little over his head. Here's to hoping that he'll need a prana recharge afterwards.

SeiKeo
June 5th, 2011, 11:45 PM
^ Oh please yes.

Elf
June 5th, 2011, 11:49 PM
LOL, you guys are so eager for the Sex.

Also, no comments about Archer throwing up all over the First Limo?

SeiKeo
June 5th, 2011, 11:51 PM
Is Archer just a lightweight, or was that an insane amount of alcohol? He seems like he would have reinforced his liver.

Elf
June 5th, 2011, 11:58 PM
Is Archer just a lightweight, or was that an insane amount of alcohol? He seems like he would have reinforced his liver.

A bit of both actually.

It's stated that Shirou doesn't like to drink because it makes him weird and he doesn't really have a tolerance for it.

He and Gil shared several bottles of mead together, which will knock you on your ass if you're not careful. Reinforcing his liver wouldn't have helped, if anything, that would have made it less effective.

VelspertheCat
June 6th, 2011, 12:58 AM
Sadly not enough people use Lancer and Ayako. Hell, not that many people use Archer either. And . . . dear god Gil and Archer are like fucking gold to have play off each other in this situation. Man, I'm almost a little sad that I didn't make them the buddy cops.

They have an amusing chemistry to them, I have to admit. Too bad it's too late to do a swap in for a main character...

But you can always do a sequel!

Neir
June 6th, 2011, 01:07 AM
I was hoping you would update this. :)

A little more description of how Gae Bolg ended up in his shoulder would have been nice. I can't picture it at all, since the spear doesn't bend like that.

The 'momentary moment of whimsy' was also... yeah.