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    Has no one ever explored Shirou's potential blood family? And don't come here with the "that isn't Shirou and no longer exists" fish floss. Someone has probably written a story for this...

    I wish to know if any reader here knows where to search...

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    More like did anyone do a good job of it
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    I don't think there's much to go on to even make a story.

    I guess you could spin something with Muramasa. I'm getting a Shokugeki no Soma vibe but with blacksmithing.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Rafflesiac View Post
    More like did anyone do a good job of it
    Robe and Wizard Hat wasn't too bad.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Rafflesiac View Post
    More like did anyone do a good job of it
    I am not a Type Lunatic (elitist), so I can take anything that's written legibly and has an interesting or whacky story. I am looking for Emmerich cheap entertainment, not depth.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Historia View Post
    I don't think there's much to go on to even make a story.

    I guess you could spin something with Muramasa. I'm getting a Shokugeki no Soma vibe but with blacksmithing.
    I'd prefer it if it didn't have a crossover vibe to it. Has no one successfully made an OC centric Type Moon story that has been buried beneath the "1000 Ways of doing FSN" or "the Emiya gland strikes again" plethora of fics?

    Like fics that don't have a pseudo-Archer, edgelord or "getting all da bitches" version of Shirou that you could actually see in a Western YA book?

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    Quote Originally Posted by AsGryffynn View Post
    I'd prefer it if it didn't have a crossover vibe to it. Has no one successfully made an OC centric Type Moon story that has been buried beneath the "1000 Ways of doing FSN" or "the Emiya gland strikes again" plethora of fics?

    Like fics that don't have a pseudo-Archer, edgelord or "getting all da bitches" version of Shirou that you could actually see in a Western YA book?
    Yes.

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    I agree exploring the possible blood relation he has with Muramasa could be an interesting hook.

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    My first thought when somebody suggests something like that is, why?

    A Shirou before the fire is a completely different character. He's not related to the story in any way, he isn't related to the Shirou we know in any way, and he isn't related to any of the characters we know and like in any way- what you're asking for is literally Just Some Guy Called Shirou Random Japanese Last Name, He Does, I Dunno, Regular People Stuff, But Set In The Nasuverse For No Real Reason, the fic.
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    Quote Originally Posted by eddyak View Post
    My first thought when somebody suggests something like that is, why?

    A Shirou before the fire is a completely different character. He's not related to the story in any way, he isn't related to the Shirou we know in any way, and he isn't related to any of the characters we know and like in any way- what you're asking for is literally Just Some Guy Called Shirou Random Japanese Last Name, He Does, I Dunno, Regular People Stuff, But Set In The Nasuverse For No Real Reason, the fic.
    Apocrypha's Shirou has slice of life potential. But, then, why chose that Shirou when we have all the other ones?

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    Quote Originally Posted by eddyak View Post
    My first thought when somebody suggests something like that is, why?

    A Shirou before the fire is a completely different character. He's not related to the story in any way, he isn't related to the Shirou we know in any way, and he isn't related to any of the characters we know and like in any way- what you're asking for is literally Just Some Guy Called Shirou Random Japanese Last Name, He Does, I Dunno, Regular People Stuff, But Set In The Nasuverse For No Real Reason, the fic.
    There is only 1 good reason why you would ever use Shirou like that. Because you are trying to make Capsule Servant a thing.
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    That's exaggerating my point.

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    Quote Originally Posted by eddyak View Post
    My first thought when somebody suggests something like that is, why?

    A Shirou before the fire is a completely different character. He's not related to the story in any way, he isn't related to the Shirou we know in any way, and he isn't related to any of the characters we know and like in any way- what you're asking for is literally Just Some Guy Called Shirou Random Japanese Last Name, He Does, I Dunno, Regular People Stuff, But Set In The Nasuverse For No Real Reason, the fic.
    Precisely.

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    Quote Originally Posted by You View Post
    There is only 1 good reason why you would ever use Shirou like that. Because you are trying to make Capsule Servant a thing.
    http://tmdict.com/en/fu.fuyuki
    A certain provincial city. In these novels, the Holy Grail War doesn't occur there, of course, and as a result, the mayor of Fuyuki, Himuro-san, doesn't get a pained stomach from that Great Fire Disaster.

    And of course, that red-haired boy is living there with his original surname unchanged, but still having a honest and upright personality (as shown in his appearance in Capsule Servant), and likely going through days with a love comedy-like tone, along with a twin-tail magic-fist user and her cheerful little sister who laughs like a high-class young lady
    So Apocryoha Fuyuki Shirou is essentially an older Capsule Servant Shirou in personality?

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    Quote Originally Posted by warellis View Post
    So Apocryoha Fuyuki Shirou is essentially an older Capsule Servant Shirou in personality?
    I believe you just answered your own question.

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    So this is obviously unfinished, but does anyone have my thoughts or opinions? It’s another crack piece so there’s no need to take it too seriously.

    Spoiler:
    No, Seriously, What is Fifth Magic?
    In which, among other things, Aoko uses Fifth Magic, and Stuff™ happens

    Aoko had no idea why she agreed to go camping with Shiki and most of his harem. She wanted no part in this. Here she had a boy with supernatural powers surrounded by a vampire, a Burial Agent, a half-demon with a brother complex, and two maids who were both equally crazy albeit in completely different ways. And as for herself, she just made things explode, including herself… sort of. She had no idea how they were all going to get through two nights of this without having to dispose of at least one body.

    If they were lucky, it’d just be the Dead Apostle Ancestor and by the following week, no harm will have been done. In the meantime however…

    “Does anyone else find it kind of chilly?” asked Kohaku.

    Akiha shot a stink eye her way.

    “Great. Now that you've mentioned it, I’m starting to feel it all of a sudden!” she complained. Aoko actually felt the same, but she didn't feel the need to voice it. Instead, she just solved her problem the only way she knew how. By evoking supremely destructive energy. Or in layman's terms, she made a the air around her body start exploding. It solved her heat problem. Unfortunately, now everyone was staring at her.

    “What? This is what I do.”

    Hisui stared.

    “Show off…” Akiha grumbled. Suddenly, her expression brightened. “Oh wait! I can do one better! Big Brother, please insult me.”

    Shiki looked about ready to run for his life, as did Ciel and Arcueid, despite both of their respective forms of near-invulnerability. It wasn’t surprising: Akiha was a menace when she was moody, to say nothing of her behavior when she actually lost her temper.

    “He told me yesterday that he thinks you’re flat as an ironing board,” Kohaku said brightly, well before Shiki could come up with a plan. The color immediately drained from his face, and Arcueid, Ciel and Aoko probably didn’t look much better. Akiha however looked ready to murder something. Her hair was billowing about in an absent breeze.

    “I-I swear, I never said anything like that!”

    “Shiki! Your sister has a scary look in her eyes!” Arcueid stammered. “Like she’s preparing to devour the souls of the damned!”

    “I’m not even going to bother with any of the obvious snarky responses to that, why would you say that, Kohaku?!” Ciel screamed. “She could kill us all just for bringing that topic up!”

    “I thought it would be an exciting experience,” Kohaku answered with a disconcertingly cheerful smile. “Also…”

    Akiha’s hair finally turned blood red and burst into flame.

    “Ah, that’s nice and toasty,” Kohaku finished.

    You could have just lit a campfire you nutcase!” Ciel snapped. “Come on, Akiha, you know deep in your heart that she’s lying!”

    NO I DON’T!” Akiha roared. Her hair quickly extended, snatched Shiki off the log he was sitting on—or rather, about to escape from—and started slamming him into the ground repeatedly. She was looking warmer though, as was Kohaku, if one could draw any positives from the situation.

    “Are you feeling warmer, Master Akiha?” Kohaku asked, and her tone would have fooled anyone just joining the conversation into thinking that she was a perfectly normal and demure maid.

    Well, maybe not anyone. It was pretty hard not to notice that there was a girl with flaming hair ferociously smashing a (seemingly) hapless boy with glasses into the dirt next to the conspicuously cold fire pit.

    “Yes, as a matter of fact I am,” Akiha nodded, still scowling. She whacked Shiki against the forest floor one last time before putting him down, much to his cautious relief. She continued leering at him but didn’t actually make another move at him, simply watching him as her hair blazed around her.

    “Shiki!”

    “You okay?”

    Arcueid and Ciel both hurried over to him.

    Hisui stared at him enigmatically.

    “Y-Yeah…” he nodded, taking Arcueid’s offered hand to sit up.

    “Ow,” he moaned.

    “What hurts?” Ciel asked.

    “You should be asking what doesn’t,” Shiki grumbled.

    “That bad, huh?”

    “I can see a few cuts. I’ll get those patched up,” Ciel said, digging through her knapsack and pulling out a portable first-aid kit. She proceeded to start wrapping bandages around a number of visible injuries. He’d need to see a proper doctor later, but this would do for now. Meanwhile, Shiki watched as blue flames swirl around his Master.

    “I know I’ve asked this before, but don’t you have any idea about what Fifth Magic is supposed to do?” he asked.

    “Honestly, who cares? All I can do is make things explode. Doesn’t really matter that much. Even if it does anything else, I wouldn’t know.”

    “What if we minimized your power output?” Kohaku suggested.

    “Uh, why?”

    “Well, maybe your spells explode because they’re just overloaded,” the maid elaborated.

    “And exactly how would I be able to tell?”

    “I dunno. But I could test it. I can concoct something on the spot. Give me a few leaves, ten minutes, and I’ll have you a powerful sedative that also prevents the dosed subject from losing consciousness.”

    “That sounds way too sketchy,” Shiki protested.

    “You’re one to talk,” Ciel chided.

    “You’d have a point, except I’ve never drugged anyone!

    Aoko pondered a moment while Hisui stared blankly at her.

    “Ehhh, I suppose it couldn’t hurt,” she decided.

    “Couldn’t hurt?! With all due respect, Sensei, have you completely lost it?! Kohaku basically said that she was going to experiment on you!”

    “What’s the worst that could happen?”

    “Oh, I don’t know, unwanted cybernetic implants, lapses in memory, circular vomiting—“

    “What the hell does that even mean?”

    “I don’t know, but Kohaku told me it was a potential side effect of something she spiked my coffee with one morning. Ask her.”

    “Maid, what’s circular vomiting?”

    “I dunno,” Kohaku titled her head to the side.

    “Wonderful. Anything else, kid?” she asked, watching as her apparent apathy visibly drove Shiki crazy.

    “Meatsplosions…?”

    “That’s the stage name of my favourite male porn star,” Aoko said shamelessly.

    Shiki threw his arms up in defeat. “You know what? Fine! If you really don’t have any sense of self preservation, go ahead and let her use you as a guinea pig. See if I care…”

    He stomped off, leaving the campground, quickly followed by Arcueid and Ciel.

    “You know that by saying that, you’re implying that you actually care a lot,” said the Burial Agent as they walked away.

    “Yeah, yeah.”

    Hisui stared, her eyes empty blue canvases of fantastical mystery.

    * * * * *

    Kohaku wasn’t kidding. She had asked for some common, garden variety plants and a few weeds, and when Hisui brought them back, she had something ready before another ten minutes were up.

    But looking at the strange concoction that the eccentric maid had (created [find a better word, Drac, you reptilian mook]), Aoko was having second thoughts. All those leaves had been green, so why in the world had they turned a rusty red color after being ground up with a mortar and pestle? Wait, no that was the wrong question. It was more appropriate to ask how that had happened. And come to think of it, why did Kohaku just happen to have a mortar and pestle in her camping gear? Granted, her stuff was in a mechanical suitcase that she operated with some sort of remote control, but that was beside the point.

    On the other hand, as she had said earlier, what was the worst that could happen?

    “Before you drink that,” Kohaku said matter-of-factly, “I feel obligated to warn you that potential side-effects include but are not limited to drowsiness, loss of balance, low-blood pressure, nausea, battle frenzy, headache, delusions, collusions, puzzles, and schlick failure.”

    “Okay wait, some of those were seriously—”

    “Bottoms up!” Kohaku chirped, tilting the bowl back and pouring the mixture down Aoko’s throat. She immediately started choking, spitting out at least half of the almost certainly toxic substance.

    Hisui stared dispassionately.

    “Ugh, that tasted like horse f— whoa!” she yelped as she toppled over. She frowned. Rolling her eyes. “So, loss of balance; check.”

    Kohaku pulled a notepad out of her kimono and jotted something down.

    “Oh hell, I’m actually starting to feel tired.”

    Kohaku giggled. “Wow, that was fast!” she murmured under her breath. “She’s all ready for you, Shiki!” Kohaku called.

    They heard a voice cry out in the distance, followed by a rhythmic thunking sound; the easily mistakable sound of someone banging their head against a nearby tree.

    “I regret everything!” Aoko groaned. “Every life choice that led me to this singular moment has been the wrong one.” She resolved to put the fear of God into the maid once she was a fully armed and operational battle station again. Wait…

    No, seemed about right.

    Still, what were the chances of her experiencing more than one side effect? Besides, there wasn’t a lot that could hurt her: She was a motherfucking sorcerer! There weren’t a lot of those.

    She shook her head. Okay, delusions too. Great. She decided not to tell Kohaku. Spiteful, yes, also unsafe, but it made her feel just a little bit better.

    “Ugh, I can barely bring myself to move,” she muttered.

    “I can see that. Any other effects that you can recognize?” she asked. Aoko shook her head groggily.

    “Alright then, let’s get to business,” Kohaku said. Try shooting something,” she looked around, considering what would be a good target. “How about that tree over there? The one standing on its own?” she suggested, pointing.

    Aoko rolled her eyes, but forced herself to raise her arm and use her innate abilities. She fired off a single short-range cannon force shot.

    The usual glyphs formed in the air in front of her, but the result was…

    Well, it wasn’t what she was expecting. A glowing blue line now extended from her arm to the tree she had shot.

    “Hmm… well how about that…” Kohaku nodded with interest.

    “Hmm. This is exciting,” Hisui agreed in her usual monotone.

    “So, now what?”

    “I dunno,” Kohaku shrugged, “do what seems natural, I guess?”

    Well, that was helpful. Note to self (if you even remember any of this by tomorrow morning), Kohaku is useless. USELESS!

    She followed the maid’s advice anyway and attempted to pull on the glowing line.

    She immediately careened into the tree, smacking her head against a branch and falling flat on her back.

    “Sensei!” Shiki hurried away from his tree at the edge of the campground and ran to his master’s side, helping her sit up. “You alright?”

    “Just peachy…” she growled. “Sorry for not listening to you earlier. I’ll be sure to take her weirdness more seriously next time.”

    She looked around and focused on a large rock, insomuch as she could focus while feeling tired and suffering from minor head trauma.

    “I’ve come this far though. Might as well keep testing. That was weird.”

    “Probably just a one-time occurrence,” Shiki added hopefully.

    “In regards to catapulting me into a tree? Definitely. Something else might be okay though.”

    “That's the spirit! Let’s do it!” Kohaku shouted. Her sister clapped gleefully. Though it was impossible to tell. Her eyes were as blank and unreadable as they always were. Which was very blank and unreadable. Shiki genuinely expected that he wouldn't have been able to see her lines of death had they been over her eyes. “So what should we try next?”








    “I’ll try and make something explode without pointing.”

    “So, same as usual?”

    Aoko grimaced, feeling just a little bit grouchier now. This kimono-clad maid seemed to have an almost impressive talent for getting under her skin.

    “Yes…” she said, grinding her teeth.

    She stared at a rock, focused as hard as she could, and did what normally would have atomized it.

    Instead…

    “What the… who? How? Where am I?” the creature in front of them blinked, looking around at its new environment and acquaintances with apprehension. “Uh… I mean… …skriss?”

    Kohaku stared.

    Aoko stared.

    Shiki, Arcueid, Ciel, and Akiha all stared.

    Hisui also stared, but that was what she had been doing the whole time, so it really didn’t have to be said.

    “I always knew there was a parallel universe populated entirely with hyperitelligent badgers!” Kohaku squealed.

    “HOLY SHIT, THE MONKEY’S TALKING!” screeched the badger.

    “You already said ‘skriss.’ Doesn’t that imply that you were expecting that?”

    “Not necessarily!”

    This had unsettling implications. The spell that she had used was one of her more common offensive abilities. Did this mean that every time she used it she was pulling a hapless badger out of some parallel universe and vaporizing it?

    “Hey, uh, not to pry or anything, but do people in your world occasionally… spontaneously disappear? And by people, I guess I mean badgers.”

    “Yes, actually. Almost every day! Wait is that all you?”

    “Every day?! Oh thank goodness. It can’t be just me in that case.”

    “Do you know where the others are?” the badger asked curiously.

    “I’m going to go out on a limb and say that crossing over to this world resulted in them exploding every single time.”

    “Oh. I have another question.”

    “I have a good feeling about this,” whispered Kohaku eagerly.

    “Do you believe that Badger Hell is a real place?”

    Well that was a tangent. Kohaku barely could even tell where that came from. It wasn’t just out of left field, it was from an entirely different ballpark.

    “Why do you ask?” Aoko returned squeamishly.

    “Because you’re probably going there. Do you know where I can find some juicy rodents?”

    “You’re not the sentimental type are you?” noted Shiki.

    “Do you even have badgers in your world? We have three moods: Hungry, angry, and curious. Normally we’re angry.”

    “We aren’t keeping her are we?” Akiha asked cautiously.

    “No way in Badger Hell. I am a strong, independent badger, and I have no need for horrifyingly ugly hairless primates. Bye now!”

    The badger scurried off, presumably to get acquainted with its new surroundings, and not very perturbed by the thought of never going home. Weird. Was this badger a sociopath? Wait… if she was, did the mean that all badgers were sociopaths? And if they were, what were the moral ramifications of murdering badgers en mass during a battle between mages?”

    No, those were questions that she couldn’t answer in this state. She could barely even sit up. Also, she was a mage: Morals were more of a troubling afterthought than a way of life for her.







    * * * * *

    “Still, I think we’ve all learned a valuable lesson today, don’t you?” Kohaku nodded cheerfully, flipping her notebook’s pages about with her finger.

    “Honestly, Kohaku,” Aoko said, with a smile, “I think I agree. But you know what?”

    “What?” quipped the maid.

    Aoko’s grin twisted into a deadly sneer.

    “I think I like my usual Fifth Magic just the way it is!” she pointed her arm at the eccentric redhead.

    “I could have told you that you were playing a very dangerous game, sister, but I did not want to insult your intelligence,” Hisui nodded.

    “I should have listened to what you decided not to tell me…” Kohaku agreed.

    —KRAKKOOM!—

    “. . . Ow…”




    And one day, we’ll find out some other uses for Fifth Magic in-canon and this fic will be ruined, but until that day arrives… This is still bullshit.

    Also, does Akiha’s hair actually ignite when her Inversion Impulse activates, or am I misremembering things?
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    Quote Originally Posted by Reign View Post
    I agree exploring the possible blood relation he has with Muramasa could be an interesting hook.
    God forbid the guy has actual family and a backstory that doesn't involve being a muggle...

    EDIT: I just noticed autocorrect did not correct "muggle". Good lord Oxford, what did Jotaca do to you?!

    Quote Originally Posted by eddyak View Post
    My first thought when somebody suggests something like that is, why?

    A Shirou before the fire is a completely different character. He's not related to the story in any way, he isn't related to the Shirou we know in any way, and he isn't related to any of the characters we know and like in any way- what you're asking for is literally Just Some Guy Called Shirou Random Japanese Last Name, He Does, I Dunno, Regular People Stuff, But Set In The Nasuverse For No Real Reason, the fic.
    He's a redhead. I explored the idea he wasn't even named Shirou and was instead American, complete with standard WASP name...

    This is kind of the point. Rather than the eleventy billion "Shirou in name only" fics, we actually get a nice plot going and can finally break the self insert character we wanted to use out without having to argue whether our Shirou would do or not do X for the sake of simplicity.

    Worst case scenario? Branwen Jaune, which was decried by numerous fans, but also liked by an army of others who basically parroted the idea the guy was destined to be a casanova and steal the protagonist role for himself.

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    Alright, I am going to try something. Just don't be so brutal because at least I f****ing tried. At worst, it will help people have a vague idea of what I am looking for, written by someone who actually has the time to write an actual story because he or she isn't busy focusing his or her creative potential towards writing original fiction...

    Spoiler:

    It was late... really late, at the Central Library of the Mages' Association Headquarters in Central London. Normally, at this time of the night, most of the staff would clean up and close the doors of most venues except the common areas, but tonight seemed to be the exception. The lights of the Library were turned on, and the sound of steps, followed by loud thuds from someone setting down stacks of books could be heard through closed doors.

    "With half the archives gone already, I still don't find anything!" exclaimed Shirou in frutration, rubbing his temples as he looked at the folders sprawled across two different tables.

    He had been growing curious about one particular thing that had made him decide browsing the archives or at least the public archives was worth at least one night of sleeplessness. The matter at hand had cropped up slowly. One could even say it actually 'creeped up' after a peculiar exchange with Rin and most importantly, a peculiar event involving Saber.

    Only two nights before, the three of them had separated. While Shirou went to a pub not far from the dorms they were staying at, Rin opted to stay with Lord El Melloi to hold a conversation behind closed doors about something they had termed 'the detail'. Saber, on the other hand, decided she wanted to spend some time in Hyde Park. Normally, separating wasn't something they'd choose to do, but given that Rin wasn't going to be leaving anytime soon and Saber had been rather insistent, Shirou saw little case in fighting the Servant off.

    Things were fairly normal through the afternoon as he spent the day watching the Rugby Union matches and having some breadsticks with a few new normal friends he had made in London. However, when the clock read 5 o'clock, he decided he'd had enought fun and went back to their place to fix dinner for that night. It was what he normally did, after all... so he returned to their flat and opened the door, expecting to find Saber and Rin lounging around or still away.

    That's when things fell completely off a cliff.

    Rin had her discussion with El Melloi, but apparently it had evolved into an argument one that had gotten violent, no less and now she was barred from the Clock Tower premises for the rest of the week. Lord El Melloi had convened with Rin to discuss something really sensitive indeed. It was a topic that didn't elicit any kind of response from Shirou at that time: His biological family.

    For his part, he was completely unsurprised by the situation, though Shirou still found the idea that Lord El Melloi II of all people wanted to discuss about his biological origin. Shirou died on that night. He was reborn as, well, Shirou Emiya... and nothing else mattered. His past wasn't even his anymore, so what was there to discuss?

    Of course, things hadn't been hectic enought then, what with Rin only being frustrated at how El Melloi insisted on talking to him in private and even demanding he go with an armed escort to make sure he wouldn't attempt to dodge 'the interview' as Rin had ominously referred to it. They had to get even worse!

    So, naturally, they did.

    Saber had entered the house with a series of light cuts and her hair messed up. Her armor, which she had summoned, had been hacked to bits, leaving only the dress, who was tattered at the edges and no longer shone with the splendor of the beautiful blue battlegown she normally used.

    According to her, she had spoken with a young man, probably a year or two Shirou's Junior, in Hyde Park. The boy, who had started an idle conversation with her, talked about how he was visiting with some friends and getting to know London better, but then he mentioned something that made Saber's Instinct go haywire.

    "He said, and I quote, that they were 'scouting the land'" she had duly noted, pointing to the fact that the last time someone had used that language had been during the Holy Grail War. When she had confronted him, the boy had tried to reason with her, before suspecting her nature.

    "There's something off about you..." the boy had argued "Look, I don't know who you are, so I'd rather leave now. Good evening..." he had said, attempting to leave with his near broken mask.

    Saber being Saber and them being Magi meant neither of them was having any of it.

    So Saber had engaged the boy, who had simply identified himself as 'Jason' in combat. Initially, she had attempted to just engage him in hand to hand, but when she realized the boy's strength exceeded hers, she had dropped the masquerade altogether and summoned her sword and armor. Saber had argued no normal mortal could possess the strength to challenge a Servant. On that, they all agreed. Whatever the boy had been, it was almost certainly bad news.

    It was then the boy dropped his side of the act as well, summoning a golden sword from a coin he flipped into the air. Immediately, Saber went charging in, attempting to cleave whichever monster the boy truly was in half. However, the Jason boy had not only been physically stronger. He was faster. Apparently, way faster, and spun so many circles around the King of Knights she almost lost her balance for a second. By the time she was on her feet again, she realized the reason for her sudden lose of stability: she had been wounded. Many times in fact. Her body was a cornucopia of shallow wounds. Whilst rather small and not too deep, there were so many of them she had lost almost half her blood supply when she arrived. Even her mana levels were perilously low. Had the Jason boy not vanished right then and there, he might have finished her off right then and there. Perhaps she could have fought him off and even won at full strength, but she no longer had the vast amounts of mana from a working Holy Grail to help herself to. Shirou and Rin could provide enought mana for her to stay in this world and even fight, but not to use the full extent of her powers.

    After then, Shirou had cooked something simply and comforting for Saber whilst Rin healed her. The two of them stayed with the Knight of the Sword until midnight, when she fell asleep and Rin, too tired with what had happened to them that day, decided to go to sleep too.

    That was when the nightmares started.

    The fire...

    The people dying in droves...

    The world in flames...

    Even to this day, Shirou couldn't help but grimace upon remembering it. The chaos, the confusion, the feeling of his lungs burning as they struggled to breath. The weight of the rubble pressing his body against the floor. The smell of Sulphur and rot. They had made for the most hellish night of his life. The trauma had erased everything he knew of his old past. He could no longer recall what he had done that day, what had happened to the place he was in right now. All he could do was will himself to keep breathing... his heart to keep beating... Until finally, he was saved.

    The man who had shaped his life, who had rescued him, who had felt happier than anyone on the city just by finding a kid he had never met before safe and sound... had been true thing driving him forward since then.

    That night, whoever lived before perished. That night, Shirou Emiya was born.

    So why did he suddenly feel incomplete?

    It wasn't that Kiritsugu hadn't been enought... Or that his ideals were borrowed, even stolen, one might say, or that they were doomed from the start. Shirou could deal with that. Anything he thought about he could deal with. But this wasn't something he couldn't think about. It was empty... like an empty page. That was why he couldn't quell the feeling of incompleteness that had emerged since then. That was why the nightmare stopped and everything changed that night.

    The disaster had taken place. Kiritsugu had saved him, but suddenly... with no prior warning, the image of the man in tears froze. Shirou, previously devastated by the course of events, felt how his essence went numb and everything ceased to move... then it happened... time started to roll in reverse.

    The people were unburied, the buildings started rebuilding themselves. Even his former self's clothes cleaned itself up. The vortex in the sky vanished slowly, eating everything it had expelled from it's profane mouth back in.

    Then even Kiritsugu disappeared.

    Instead, with a bright flash of light, memories... or so he believed they were... of a past long forgotten seemed to reemerge. A woman with an angelic voice, sitting in a rocking chair, looking at the ocean from the porch of her house, hummed a soft, soothing song as she looked at the sun set beneath the waves, cradling a blue mantle a baby in her arms.

    The vision changed.

    He found himself running, feeling much shorter, behind two women. One he acknowledged as the one from the first vision, with burgundy hair tamed by a long, braided ponytail. The other was a shorter version of the first woman, with a longer ponytail and locks of hair around her face, both seemed to hold the then young boy as they all ran together towards a man with shaggy blonde hair and imposing physique, resting before a rock formation. He was flanked by two surf boards, with one behind him, and held a small one in his white rashguard covered arms. The girls themselves seemed to sport black rashguard and similar camo boardshorts.

    The girls slowed down as they all approached the rocks slowly. The man smiled, taking something from behind himself and extending his hands. Before he could see what it was, the vision changed again. Suddenly, he was in the open ocean. The melody the older woman had been humming was then joined by the voice of another woman. Younger, crispier... and even more melodious...

    He could now see both of their faces clearly as they seemed to look back at him. Both girls had similar visages and even hair, but one looked slightly rougher, more curt and somewhat tighter skinned. Her bangs and locks were also slightly shorter and her height was taller. The other one was shorter, with much softer features, befitting of a 10 year old child, and longer hair overall. The natural association he made was that they were mother and daughter, since he doubted they could be twin sisters given the one peculiarity he would single out. The daughter had bright blue eyes with a slight haze that seemed to brighten her visage, like a cloud in the sky. The woman he believed was the girl's mother was, on the other hand, a completely different story. Her eyes... They were a color all too familiar to him: amber. Molten, amber colored orbs stared at him in an eerily familiar way. He was well aware of the reason they unsettled him so much... because he had gotten used to seeing those liquid metal irises. He saw them every day, after waking up, whenever he looked at himself in a mirror. They hypnotized him in such a way he almost didn't take in the scene that was happening now. They were in the waves, overlooking the sunset in the horizon.

    The vision then started to fade gradually, dissolving into a dark smoke curtain as the screams of misery, the heavy air of a war zone and the smell of sulphur returned to his nostrils. The pleasant feeling of the water on his limbs was cannibalized by dust and burning wood. The feeling of molten concrete under him replaced the healing winds in the violet skies...

    Shirou had woken up from that dream in an unusual state of disarray, something that even during the Holy Grail War had been rather odd to him. Nominally, he awoke in either drowsy stupor or alarmed... and at times, even mystified. However, this time he awoke to a different sound he had never heard upon waking up: sobbing. To be specific, his own sobbing.

    When he realized it, he was so unnerved by his strange response he had dried his tears, calmed himself down and then gone over to the flat's only computer, which sat in a table at the back of the living room and done what he had learned was a good way to distract himself: he started googling for 'calming landscapes' in the picture search, hoping to be soothed by some of the imagery he found on the internet, before something far too suspicious to be coincidence happened: A picture of a Hawaiian beach in Maui called 'Kanaha Beach' appeared in the 'Image Results'.

    He had just intended to look up random soothing pictures until he fell asleep again. Instead, the random search for calming pictures had instead led to that picture making its way to his monitor. A picture that was now burnt into his very gray matter, sealed forever inside his head, mostly due to how unsettling and unexpected its sudden appearance on the search results had been.

    It was the same beach he had seen in his dream.

    That was when he collapsed altogether, sobbing and crying uncontrollably and (he'd later admit) rather uncharacteristically.

    After the ruckus woke the girls up, he had been convinced to tell them what elicited that kind of response from him. When he told both girls about his dream, Rin almost had a mental breakdown of her own. Not just because he'd admitted he might have remembered a part of his former, perhaps past... life, but because when he told them about it, Saber revealed one more thing about her encounter with the blonde guy: he had phoned a girl through his cellular phone and the image that had appeared in the picture fit Shirou's description of either of the red headed women he had seen in his dreams.

    She had been so on edge it took him and Saber hugging the prodigy tightly to keep her from falling apart like a China plate under too much stress. Then she had gone over to the phone and asked to meet Luvia in a Cafe the following morning. She had also called a few more mages and told Shirou and Saber to keep off their meeting when it happened. Easy for them since Rin didn't tell anyone the address at the time.

    Saber, for her part, opted to stay home and heal for the rest of the week. As a result of the dream though, Shirou had started looking around for more evidence on who the girl from the vision could be.

    It had all been for nought. The girl didn't exist. At least not as far as Britain was concerned. He had looked at registries on the internet, on the NHS and then requested information from the US Embassy. The last one had gone horrifically, and ended with him booted off the premises, mostly because, while Shirou felt they actually might know who he was talking about, they wouldn't tell. When he had asked about a 'family of four from Maui' the government agents had laughed at him. Thankfully, he was able to use hypnosis to get them to allow him into the archives, were he'd looked at a registry of four member households in Maui and looked around for 'blue eyes, four members and surfer' among the tags on his Boolean search on the registry database. Only one household matched all tags, and it had only two people: an 18 year old surfing superstar and her mentor old man.

    That was when he had told the government agents in the help desk about them, mostly out of curiosity... and they bluntly told him they were under the aegis of the US Marine Corps and couldn't reveal more information on them. That was when he brought up the idea of just googling them... and security promptly tossed him to the sidewalk outside.

    He did look on the internet again... and found jack. A series of DMCA notices at the bottom of the page, however, did point to something afoot... and he had spent the whole day looking through other search engines... and while he did find one text article, there were no pictures whatsoever.

    And thus he ultimately resorted to MA registry files. They had information about major events through the last 20 years, so they'd cover the Holy Grail War in which the Grail destroyed much of Fuyuki. The files did mention a series of red headed guests staying in the Hotel that had been ground zero for the Grail War's major battles and the subsequent catastrophe that had wiped out an entire ward off the map, but nearly half the names had been redacted for some reason and there were also no pictures.

    So here he was, looking at any archives, documents... anything that might quell his curiosity... anything that might have information pertaining to the names in the hotel's guest list and their identity. The hotel had hosted two of the participants in the Grail War. They were Lord El Melloi I and his wife Sola-Ui. However, to keep them safe, almost everyone on the guest list had been assessed and their information relayed to the Clock Tower and later onward to them. The files had everything but the country of origin and age of the guests redacted afterwards and there was no mention of redheads or surfers in the 'Details' section of the guest profile pages. It was the only section besides the aforementioned points that remained visible.

    Shirou had however, been somehow, through sheer idiotic luck from outer space, able to find an old archive containing pictures of all guests in the hotel from the start of the grail war and their names and passport information. He was now browsing them and trying to see what he could find. He now had five pictures in his hand, none matching the description of the girls he saw.

    "If they aren't here, then they might have been close enought" the redhead said to himself as he dropped the batch, resting his hands on the table and closing his eyes as he contemplated surrendering. He had already been through almost all the pictures except the two remaining ones on the folder. "Maybe they are there..." he whispered again "But what if they weren't in the hotel? They could've been walking past by as the catastrophe unfolded. What if the girls aren't involved and I just had a bad dream. Could it really be?"

    Sighing, he took the last two pictures out and looked at the envelopes. There was only a one in five hundred chance the picture or pictures were there. He hadn't found himself in any of the pictures either, but the image files only documented those who had booked the room and Shirou was too young back then. The girl who was 18 now would've been back then, but he believed if her mother or even her pop was involved, they would be in the file.

    He opened envelope number one. A Japanese looking businessman with black hair. Shirou groaned while covering his face and sliding his hands to the back of his head. The man was not one of the people in the vision.

    Well, obviously...

    He sighed one last time, pulling the last picture in the file slowly. If she wasn't here, then the hunt had been for nought. When he started sliding, he saw a white background, then the image started to appear. He closed his eyes instinctively as he slid it out altogether, feeling relief fill his chest and lungs as he slowly opened his eyes and the figure in the picture became clearer.

    It was her. Finally. He had found her.

    The woman looked like she hadn't aged at all. She was identical to how he had seen her in the vision, but instead of a rashguard, she wore a red flannel shirt with a black sweater underneath and whitewashed jeans with what looked like beaten up sneakers. From her neck hung a necklace with the shape of a bird of prey descending upon his prey.

    He turned the page around and looked at the information in the bio. As with the other pictures, everything except age and background was present in the screening.

    Miranda Sandra Mercer - married to Kieran Mercer. Mother. Two children: one male, one female. Hails from: Kahului, Hawaii, United States of America.

    Shirou then looked for anyone from Kahului in the files of hotel guests. He found one guest, only one guest, from Kahului had registered on the hotel. She had registered a night before the catastrophe that probably took her life.

    Details: Subject entered hotel after arriving from LAX at NRT at 8:33 PM JST. She registered on the hotel with (1) children. Male, aged 7 or 8, and booked the Presidential Suite. Slept in the guestroom directly above Kayneth Archibald El Melloi's own Suite. Latter subject was confirmed eliminated from the Grail War by then. Subject was confirmed as leaving the next day, at 7:44 PM JST, and heading to a commerce in the center of the city, according to Hotel Shuttle registries. Was presumably not present when the hotel was destroyed. Left child with private nanny. Other details unknown. Suspected to have vast magical potential due to abnormal signature readings by mages sent to the scene, detecting an strange signature of unknown origin. Given the strength of the signature, signature from a Servant was most likely the source of the anomaly. Probably Signature of Archibald El Melloi's Lancer.

    So she might have lived. She might have made it through. However, the file did not mention if she had returned at some point or ever visited the memorial afterwards. In other words, he had no idea if she was still alive, if she lived in her hometown now, or even if the family was still together. For a second, he thought about asking about her at the US Embassy, for only the government would be able to confirm her current whereabouts, but he realized they'd just hide everything related to her and boot him out again. He had a feeling whoever she was, they were trying to keep him away from her and her family.

    As he stood up and gathered the papers, he couldn't help but laugh at how far things had gotten out of hand now. Still, he felt he might, for the first time since the fire, have a personal and significant reason to live that didn't make him feel selfish and did not involve living for the sake of others. He never thought he'd be able to feel something like this before, but now that it happened, he realized it was a lot different... nicer... than what he had expected.

    And he realized it might not be the US Government keeping him away from just 'her' family...

    But 'his' family...

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    Quote Originally Posted by AsGryffynn View Post
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    God forbid the guy has actual family and a backstory that doesn't involve being a muggle...

    EDIT: I just noticed autocorrect did not correct "muggle". Good lord Oxford, what did Jotaca do to you?!



    He's a redhead. I explored the idea he wasn't even named Shirou and was instead American, complete with standard WASP name...

    This is kind of the point. Rather than the eleventy billion "Shirou in name only" fics, we actually get a nice plot going and can finally break the self insert character we wanted to use out without having to argue whether our Shirou would do or not do X for the sake of simplicity.

    Worst case scenario? Branwen Jaune, which was decried by numerous fans, but also liked by an army of others who basically parroted the idea the guy was destined to be a casanova and steal the protagonist role for himself.
    Except the problem is that from Apocrypha side materials:
    http://tmdict.com/en/fu.fuyuki
    A certain provincial city. In these novels, the Holy Grail War doesn't occur there, of course, and as a result, the mayor of Fuyuki, Himuro-san, doesn't get a pained stomach from that Great Fire Disaster.
    And of course, that red-haired boy is living there with his original surname unchanged, but still having a honest and upright personality (as shown in his appearance in Capsule Servant), and likely going through days with a love comedy-like tone, along with a twin-tail magic-fist user and her cheerful little sister who laughs like a high-class young lady.

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    Quote Originally Posted by warellis View Post
    Except the problem is that from Apocrypha side materials:
    http://tmdict.com/en/fu.fuyuki
    Well, there went the plan...

    Why are these important bits of info laying around rather than being compiled and then translated (as in, a single guide for each of the different stories)?

    The main issue was the Capsule Servant part. Living there and the existence of a "likely" rather than a certainty means I could work around that (or someone else could, whether he/she'd read the Side Material or not), but Capsule Servant... hard to find a work around without basically going ATL... then again, In Flight did this. I am pretty sure doing this with original characters and world building is possible.

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    The Apo side materials are rather easy to find, so...

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