[FF] Tokyo X [Ben-To X Fate X Tsukihime]

[CreativeMasta]

Shirou the stupid abandons his Harem and moves out to Tokyo to pursue higher education.

It isn't long before he realizes that he made the biggest mistake of his life

4 years afterwards.... what awaits him?

Possible single/ Harem coupling,

maybe Sakura,Rin,Saber,Sion,Luvia,Ren and... huh?

back With Half priced bentos and what nots.

(genre: Hurt and Heal,some comedy and ample violence)

[FF] Tokyo




Prologue 1-1: The early bird carches the early worm. The late bird catches the late worm


Dawn, people often associate it with the beginning of things. Through dawn the day begins and through dawn the dark and cold of the night is replaced with a breath of fresh air that signals the start of a new day. But to him this morning sun felt nothing like it was meant to be.



The warm soothing touch of the shallow string of light descended upon his restless eyes as the thin curtains began illuminating with mild sinewy glow that signaled the beginning of the day.
To him however the light that often gave him the strength to last the day only managed to leave a lasting bitter sensation in his mind. Dawn is a beginning of everything. Yes, but today if that shallow breadth of light passing through those thin ruffle curtains had any connection to what they call the beginning of anything, then all matters considered today had to be the beginning of the end.



Shirou rubbed his groggy eyes and pushed the curtains to the side and opened the windows. The cold chilly winter breeze sent shivers down his chest but the subtle heat of the rising sun did just enough to justify the hefty price tag that came along with the woolen sweater he was wearing in his sleep.

Outside, his garden which on normal occasion would've been full with bushes and plants was painted white with all the snow that had been building up on it for the last 5 days.



Winter was at its coldest and the entire city had undergone a complete white transformation. A quiet and dull city as it was, the piling snow virtually cut off any sign of pedestrians around and everyone was staying in their house locking themselves up, waiting for the snow to dry.

Today was a big day for him however and whatever reason he might had it never would have been enough reason for him to skip school.



Shaking himself off from his thoughts Shirou removed himself from the window frame and closed the window. He folded the blanket on his bed and opened the door outside. The bland corridor gave out a creaking sound as he took his steps to the living room, he felt the wooden floor sinking slightly along with each foot step he took but he didn't mind. Once today's gone he wouldn't be here anymore to savor the days he'd spent in this house he inherited from his stepfather. Even the creaking floor, he knew he'd eventually come to miss them. The little things matter the most when you aren't around to experience them anymore, so he took his time and slowly walked his way down to the living room.



"Oh, Shirou you're up earlier than usual today."



Shirou turned his head to the corridor leading to the right. Not two meters from him was saber in her blue fluffy pajamas her blond hair was still wet and she had her white towel around her neck which she used to wash her wet hair as they were conversing. She was tilting her head sideways, rubbing her wet hairwith the towel, her emerald eyes fixing its gaze at Shirou. It was six in the morning and there was nobody else in the mansion but them.



A lot has happened and for days an air of awkwardness had taken toll over them. It's been four days ever since he had that that big argment he had with both Rin and saber and surely she wouldn't have found it in her heart to truly forgive him. and it would've taken a great load of courage for her to to break the Ice.



Ever since she became a permanent part of the family she had always been the most diligent and earliest bird of the bunch.


Waking up at this hour was a normalcy for her. Not as much for shirou though, no matter how hard he tried, he never managed to beat Saber in this department it never ceased to amaze him how she always managed to wake up before he did. Perhaps their past connection as master and a servant had something to do with it but he was never motivated enough to ask a straight question to Saber so he made it his agenda to just accept the way things are. Today was a big day and he didn't feel like asking that question right now.



Shirou shrugged and made a smile. Saber stopped drying her hair to that gesture and put it around her neck before sighing. She scratched her untied hair which still had a bit of moisture in it and asked



"Shirou, have you ever wondered why you've never managed to wake up before I did?"



Shirou scratched his head and made a simple nod. Yet her face didn't seem to tell the same story. Saber folded her arms against her chest. Her face wore an expression that indicated annoyance. A brief moment of silence went by before she sighed and gave up anything she had in mind.



"You're not going to change your mind aren't you?"



"I…"


Just before Shirou had the chance to say it Saber pulled her right hand out to him and let it out.



"...Congratulations on your graduation Shirou"


Bitter smile surfaced on her lips, yet there was nothing Shirou could do but accept her handshake.

Today is his graduation and today he's moving out to Tokyo.


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To be continued?

[CreativeMasta]

[FF] Tokyo X


Set 4 years after FSN


Chapter 1: Life in Poverty


Two thousand Yen. Yes, that was the total amount he had to pay for this month's share of phone bills. The monthly paycheck for his part time job was still weeks away and his bank account were almost depleted of any retractable funds, and he wasn't very happy about it….


well, he just had enough in it to at least buy him just enough Natto cans that could last until his payday (which is going to be postponed by another week or so anyways) and besides He had already began replacing his daily diets with a good amount of healthy fermented Natto concoctions a long time ago which made all these Natto delusions seem moot.


"O…kay, that's not good…that's not good at all"


Meet Emiya shirou your normal average college student in dire shortage of money. Damn you if you think its funny slaves of capitalism, tears to all the poor souls that can properly empathize with our favorite hero of justice and just recently, poverty. Whatever feelings you place on this normal average college student you can always be sure of this one thing; he was in deep shit.


"Hah, guess I'll just have to get by without my cell..."


Shirou leaned his back on the bed of this small studio apartment and briefly skimmed to his cell's contact lists before he started jotting down the names of his acquaintances that meant anything more to him than his annoying Ex Roommate, Kouta. Ashirogi, Kotomi, Miki, Taiga, issei, Shinji and…


"Eh…"


Talking to self is often associated with various mental disorders that automatically makes you the best candidate for the worst ever roommate. It comes in various shapes and sizes, big fat and short skinny, often associated with the annoying Otaku subculture (surprisingly accurate for random stereotypical ideas that sprout out of nowhere)


That aside the reason Shirou went Eh at his cell was because of the existence of the names had nothing to do with any mental disorder. Rather, He was simply caught off guard by the names he saw on his contact list. He thought he'd got them off his minds but seeing their phone numbers again managed to induce that sense of Nostalgia that had been laying dormant inside him.


"Rin, Sakura, Saber…"


Shirou briefly hesitated but in the end he decided to jot their names down in his Notes. He knew it wouldn't be all that useful. Granted, Rin and saber are staying in the clock tower and Sakura is a student in Hokkaido University which is a good distance further away than the distance between Japan and the nearest country to it.


and that also meant that they were virtually cut off from one another. They managed to contact each other briefly after admission however but that was it.


For some reason, it was Sakura that stopped calling him first and that fact came as a huge shock to Shirou. Sakura was always the one to make the first calls and it wouldn't have occured to him that their connection would die out just like that.


But When half a year passes without a single call from her and when your calls don't reach her anymore you eventually understand that life takes everyone away from you, he just had to curse himself for his apparent lack of sensitivity.


Aside from Sakura, he also lost Rin immediately after the fight that had to do with his decision to accept his admission to college. Unlike Rin though he'd managed to come into terms with Saber but she was still Rin's familliar and as circumstances allowed they only managed to come in contact through handwritten mails and even then it was an extreme rarity too. The last letter he go from saber had something to do with Rin spending almost all of her remaining money into buying a good number of stocks from Ford motor's and that she was getting richer by the day.


Shirou turned on his TV and turned his channel to number 42. CNBC and….err, the situation still looked bleak but what the heck he thought; it's Rin she's definitely going to figure something out. The letter is around 3 months old anyways there was no reason not to think that she'd have gotten over the global economic crisis


"I hope"


Shaking his mind away from that uneasiness, Shirou put his blackberry on the table beside him and raised himself up from his bed. He tidied his blanket and turned off his TV he changed his blue striped trunks to Dark blue levy jeans and his cheap dirty white tank top to white polo stripes and headed outside to his usual Marketplace in the outer Shibuya ward where they sell those good old expired Nattos at one tenth the usual price tag.

000

Shirou took his steps down the stairs of this 3 story studio apartment building and said hello to Miss Yukiko, the overseer of this apartment building, who was busy sweeping the floor off with
her worn off broomstick.


"What's the matter Shirou dear, you look so depressed."


Miss Yukiko put her broomstick beside the staircase leading to the upper floor and gently struck her strained shoulders with her hand as she gave that worrying look to Shirou. Shirou always liked the empathic nature of this old woman, and she had always been a reliable mental support for him ever since his stay in this place.


Often when you're living away from the comfort of your familly the thing you often miss the most is parental love. Up until his high school years it was Taiga that provoded him with that kind of support. Of course no person in the world could ever provide him with the kind of support Taiga gave him in the past and it'd be arrogant of him to think otherwise. But at the least, Yukiko san has been the closest thing he had to Taiga and he knew he would always be indebted to this old woman for that (beside the rents he has to pay of course let's just say that's out of the equation for now)


Shirou smiled back at Yukiko san and decided to talk with her a bit before he left.


"Well, my paycheck's several weeks off and I've failed to pay my cell phone bills on time. So I was just planning to get myself ready for the weeks to come."


"Nattos again? well, you can always visit my room and have some of my Miso soups if you're desperate."


Shirou crossed his arms before his chest and decided to ponder on things for a while before he decided to decline her offer. After all it was Yukiko san's love filled Miso soups that lead him to this wonderful world of cheap fermented beans. Her courtesy was gratifying and all but even excessive love could become poisonous at some point.


"Nah, I'll pass miss Yukiko san. Let me help you with that."


"Oh but, you'll be late for the sale!"


"Well, I'll just settle with your miso soup if that happens."


Shirou snatched the broom in Yukiko san's hand and began clearing the leaves off the lawn. All the more reason to finish this chore early.


thirty minutes later he was done with and the lawn was once again clean, much to Yukiko san's delight. She offered a small sum for his help but Shirou kindly declined her offer and continued on with his journey.

000

Outer Shibuya ward somewhere around yoyogikoen


"You've got to be kidding me!"


Shirou felt his feet shaking at the unbelievable site His favorite mart has just gone out of business and his daily Natto supplement was now officially gone. Does he have to resort to Yukiko san's love filled Miso soup instead of healthy fermented Nattos? Certainly not.


So Shirou scoured around for things to buy. There were plenty of marts around but none of them piqued his interest. For one thing none of them sold anything outdated which also meant that it wasn't anywhere near what his wallet could keep up. For another, part timers were never stupid enough to readily hand over their outdated stocks to some strange neighbor, lest they run into serious risk of litigation. Perhaps it was just a matter of time for his favorite store to go out of business.


Blatantly giving out outdated canned foods count as violation to provincial law and earning anything from these unhealthy delicacies certainly counts as a serious crime. Not to mention the repercussions of mass diarrhea could cause on a smalltime market.


"Man..."


Shirou reminded himself of the times he had to visit the toilet during classes and the times he had to spend there virtually skipping all the important lectures that actually meant something to him. Then he thought, Perhaps it was for the good of the world.


Every choice you make, you make them counting all the possible sacrifices you have to make. Economy defines them as opportunity costs; or so he heard in one of his lectures. And it certainly proved its merit right here. The thought gave him a mild depression, seeing that his Ideal was one that he can never grasp in his hand anyway.


The real world was never his side and it will never continue to be his side and he had to painstakingly rmind himself of that fact today.


So Shirou simply scratched his head and idly made his way back to his apartment. He decided to continue his search tomorrow morning. Tomorrow's first lecture stars at 9 AM and waking up that early has never been a thing that a normal average college student would ever want to go through but he made his schedule and he had to fix his schedule to it. There may still be reservations as to whether he could be categorized as one of the normality around here but let's just leave him alone for now.


The sun was starting to set far above the horizon and the entire city slowly started to submerge in light honey dew glow. Shirou blocked the strong strand of light shining down on his eyes with his palm and waited until he got used to the dusk before he put his hand back to his pocket.


Every day was the same. You wake up expecting something exciting to happen at any second and in the end you end up with an empty hand everything feels dull and you slowly become powerless at these repetitive routines you have to endure every day. In the end you start to take comfort in those subtle variations you in the restless cycle of the inescapable.


"Subtle variations huh?"


As if reminded of something, Shirou pulled out the pocket note from his pocket and skimmed through the contact list until he stopped at a page with the names of the three nostalgic names. He mustered al his courage and started calling them one by one, starting from Rin.


The phone smply let out sharp repetitive beeps, implying that the number doesn't exist anymore. Sighing, Shirou continued by calling saber, an international call. Shirou waited anxiously for the phone to connect but the only response he got was the same dreaded beep that repeated itself over and over again.


The cruel realization that the only tie that managed to bind what little connection they had came in the form of abject regret.


Long Distances could be justifiable excuse for lack of getting in touch with but that fact could never be an ample enough excuse justifying complete estrangement, more so considering that their relationship was one that was forged through a series of life and death situations, one that no world of normalcy could ever provide him with. The final fragile thread that linked the victors of the grail war disappeared to thin air with that final phone call.


Shirou stopped to wipe away what little moist he had on his eyelids and pushed the arrow key on his cell. The transparent blue bar on his cellphone screen created a subtle overlay on the contact address in the bottom of his screen, which reacted with the little Kanji text to create twinkling purple English text above, Cherry blossom, the nickname he added on top of the contact list of one of his Fuyuki friends…


"An acquaintance…"


Sakura Matou.


Shirou hesitantly pushed the call button with his trembling hand. He closed his eyes and grasped all the air he could muster into a gulp. The empty screen on his cell slowly filled up with the number of his kouhai and the white bland screen was replaced with marine blue loading screen. Shirou put it up on his ear, the voice he heard heard over the speaker was…


-WHAM-


...The sound of a body brutally colliding against his back in a spectacular bump…


"SHHHIIIIRRRRROOOOUUUUU KYYYUUUUNNNNN I THOUGHT I'D NEVER SEE YOU AGAIN!"


The voice oh so familiar to him stuck his ears, he wasn't able to maintain his balance in the midst of the strong force of inertia being forced against him. Forcing his body to drop dead face on the ground. Albeit, in a very very painful fashion.


"Ahhahaha, Kotomi chan. Who are you cosplaying as today? You seem so…hyper today…"


Meet Kotomi, a todai student who somehow came across him during his times in Tokyo through series of complicated events. She was lying on top of Shirou's sandwiched body, her arms wrapped around Shirou's slightly disjointed neck and her legs tightly entwined with Shirou's bruised hips.


Shirou tried his best to cover the blood gushing out of his broken nostrils. His shaky voice was being obscured by the blood flowing inwards and out byways both in and out of his nose. Shirou's pupil was slowly fading away, his willpower being the only thing barely supporting him could've been seen as impeccable proof of his unwavering combatant prowess but that fact mattered little to everyone involved in this ruckus obviously.


"Nyaaa, Kotomi was on the way back from her biannual comiket circle activity! It was a blast Nyaa!"


Kotomi stopped rubbing her nose against Shirou's cheek and raised herself in a feline motion that the author this fanfic was unable to properly describe on this fic (due to lack of motivation on autrhor's part but whatever.) and clutched her hand on her hip as she proudly delivered her speech


Shirou stuck his fingers in his bleeding nose and turned his face around to face the very abomination that had just succeeded in adding hospital bills in the list of liabilities he's about to carve in his balance sheet.

000

Kotomi is a charming woman… at least if you're facing a woman who's constantly dressing herself up ala charming anime girls and if you're willing to accept the often horrendous combination of 3D and 2D with open eyes and arms then you can surely accept Shirou's impression of this peculiar woman.


That's right, Nobody has ever seen her bare face, not even Shirou, who's been acquainted enough to call her by her first name has never seen the face behind the masks that she keeps on wearing. Anyways if her current appearance would help, today she was wearing light pink pajamas that was loosely buttoned along the slim contours of her sleek abdomen, thanks to the uneven numbers of her buttons but most of all thanks to her well expanded chest.


Her fragile looking shoulders were being highlighted by her wobbly sleeves which were dangerously dangling along the diameter of her arms. Her bubbly long sleeves gave an added innocent look to that obnoxious exposition and that managed to immediately carve open Shirou's inborn desires whole in the form of red bloated cheeks.


That didn't last long However, as her long hair which was painted silver white gave an unworldly feel on the on the whole outlook of the woman. Her white Neko headband managed to counteract the horrendous ornament by a margin and if that didn't help, her natural deep sharp topaz eyes put out any traces of detriments of her extravagant embellishments of her hair and Shirou was back to square one, all red with bloated flesh on his face.


"Charming… she's got to be a charming woman"


"Eh? You said something to Tsubasa cat Nyaa?"


So today's costume would be Tsubasa. Not that Shirou had any knowledge of the character beforehand but if she did resemble little of what Kotomi looked like right now she had got to be a charming woman


"Never mind…"


And that's the conclusion he reached.


It was purely chance happening they managed to cross paths and even then Shirou was probably the only one who had the patience to stay around her long enough to put up with her abnormalities; he was the one who introduced her to his college's Anime circle after all.


The process before that was…well, let's just say that the events leading up to the circle thing could be summed up to this; amalgamation of thriller and love comedy affairs sprinkled with a tinge a bit of violence on top N.O.T T.O.O P.L.E.A.S.A.N.T


Wether their relationship is still a present perfect experience or if it's a drama on the closing end of the season was for him to decide but for now he hoped everything was going well for her. But for now he had a matter he had to solve and if he doesn't finish it now then he'll have to spend the rest of the week gobbling on Miss yukiko's love filled Miso soups. Then again it was Miss yukiko san's love that lead his sophisticated taste for food to this Natto filled bargain craze in the first place so it shouldn't be a very bad sign is it?


"Definitely not…no not a very good sign."


"Nyaaaaaa~~~?"


Kotomi tilted her head sideways and let out that shiny beam of innocence from her eyes. She was walking along the almost (but not quite empty) roadside streets of Yushima with her hands wrapped around Shirou's arms. Her soft compact chest tightly struck against Shirou's arms by that sudden reaction and Shirou's head was struck with a jolting sensation that almost forced him to pop another one in his nostrils. But Shirou's will of fortune left the damage minimal with a single strand of blood Shirou wiped them off with his white T-shirt. The stain stretched itself along its surface to form a proud mark on his long sleeves so he didn't mind; He'd experienced worse after all.


"Staying late at night watching porn is not good for your health Shirou kun~"


"err….Yeah you're right I should stop doing that Kotomi."


"IT'S TSUBASA! NYAAAAAAAA"


Shirou saw several men and women exchanging eerie glances with him as his friend pushed her eyes closer to Shirou's face with an exaggerated frown. The eyes of pedestrians around him were changing from sweet and affable to one that portrayed annoyance, or perhaps jealousy.


That was the point where Shirou knew he had to act quick not to cause anymore unpleasantries around town, lest he be misunderstood as a genuine pervert with cat girl fetish or worse; a set of lovely perverted couples with affinity to cat girl fetishes. So he acted quickly, heading towards the nearest alley beside him and changing the subject to a more mundane one.


"So, how was the circle Koto…I mean Tsubasa chan?"


Kotomi's lips and eyes suddenly loosened to form a sad face. Shirou caught a moment's glimpse of it but before he was able to react Kotomi stretched her lips and smiled. Shirou took back what word he was about to let out at the tip of his lips and swallowed it whole, caught by surprise by her fast recovery. 'I'll ask her later maybe' he thought as she replied to Shirou's enquiry.


"Well, it was fun…I guess, people wanted to pose with me and I took lots of pictures with them, the guys in your college's circle were nice to me too…it's just that…"


"Just that…?"


"I felt like I was being left out for some reason."


Shirou was about to sigh but just before then he replaced it with an awkward yawn. It was somewhat an expected response he got from Kotomi but he couldn't help but curse himself for the apparent lack of sensitivity. Shirou scratched his head and did what he always did in place of such awkward moments. He gently rubbed Kotomi's head with his other free hand and simply stayed silent as they walked across the tight mazy alleyway.


"But it wasn't all that bad! There was this new girl from Hokkaido! And I think we got along great!"


"Oh? That's great news Kotomi, what's her name?"


"Hrmm, I never quite got what her real name was but at least I got her pen name. She's quite adept at drawing hentai rape doujins and she's quite a romantist too!"


Romance and Rape, the only image Shirou was able to make out from this description was the image of a feeble middle aged man incarcerated at a local penitentiary for you-know-what pedophilic/forbidden romances.


If she was a woman that had some knack for such quality rape doujins…well, for some reason Shirou thought he might be able to get along well with her, after all people like him attract the most bizarre personalities around, and a Todai cosplaying maniac fits well in that description.


"And the protagonists in those doujins look, talk and act just like you!"


"…eh…?"


Bulls eye, they're going to get along just fine.


"So the pen name, you up for it?"


Shirou gave a perplexed look on Kotomi who was violently shaking his arm up and down. A brief moment of ponder ensued but it wasn't all that long before he gave that nod of approval. Kotomi made a big grin and gave that appreciative wink.


"The pen name's Justice rape, If you have enough time in your agenda call me and I'll take you to Akihabara with her! It'll be a blast."


An alarm suddenly sounded out of nowhere and their conversation was interrupted with Kotomi pulling out her Iphone from the pocket on the pocket of her pajama.


"Ohhh….already?"


Kotomi gave a dejected face Shirou knew enough of her to see what it implied. 5 O'clock is her daily medication time and that alarm is a reminder of her daily routine. Mostly she'd tag her medication along her but recently, for some reason, she's been leaving them in her house and that probably implied that her time outside for today is over for today.


"I'll be sure to call you when I have a spare time Koto chan. I have my fingers crossed."


"UUU IT'S TSUBASA CAT NYAA"


"Whatever you say Tsubasa"


Kotomi released her grip and spun herself behind and slowly walked away from Shirou. Just before she blurred away from Shirou's sight, she turned her body around and waved her hand towards Shirou and went on.


Shirou waved back and waited until all that remained before his sight was the light of the dusk painting the empty alleyway around him in bright orange light. Her friend was finally going back to her crib and Shirou was left alone searching for the replacement to his Natto supply.


Only god knows what lead him towards this damp, shoddy part of outer Shibuya ward. The answer to the question of whether it's an act of fate or mere coincidence was one that was up for grabs to anyone.


But one thing was for sure.


His life was about to tumble down below the borders of the real and the forbidden