Disclaimer: Fate/Stay Night belong to Type-Moon and their respective companies. I do not own either properties or the characters contained within. This story is not written for profit, just entertainment.
Author's Notes: This was my submission to the Third Type-Moon Lemon contest. It won second place. I felt I got too ambitious with this piece and didn't have the time to pull of what I wanted to pull off. However, I had some awesome sex scenes in this fic.
Altered States
By: Elf
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
The droplets of crimson quietly splattered on the ground one by one from the giant stone slab they'd been sprayed upon. The behemoth was oddly quiet as the drops of crimson continued to fall from his crude weapon. Moonlight danced upon silvery white hair as small hands reached down to entangle in coppery hair. Golden-brown eyes widened painfully as there was a sharp tug from those hands and the bloodied body dropped to the ground.
A snow fairy picked up her garish trophy and cradled it to her chest. She chuckled as those golden-brown eyes looked around frantically and the boy's mouth worked over and over in a silent scream. She stroked the head of thick red hair and said, "Come on, it's time to go home, Oni-chan!"
She spun around, her purple skirts swishing gracefully as she looked up at the beast looming behind her. She smiled beatifically and said, "Good job Berserker! Now, let's get Oni-chan home before he starts to rot!"
Then the fairy and her protector headed off into the night, the small girl clutching her grisly prize to her chest as she petted it.
Tohsaka Rin's head was pounding like a drum when she set foot on the steps of her home. She rubbed her temples as she felt the slow steady drain of her Servant in the Summoning Circle below the house on the Leyline as he seeped up the mana there as well. She was glad that Emiya Shirou had dropped out of the Grail War, but she wondered what happened to Saber. It would be difficult, but Rin was sure she could support both her Archer and Saber.
If she had two Servants, the most powerful of all Servants and another Knight Class to support her from behind, Rin knew she could easily win this war. However, once Kirei removed Emiya's Command Seals Saber was long gone from the Church, leaving Rin alone with her mentor. She'd even gone looking for her, but she found no trace of the small blond Servant and couldn't even scry for her mana signature. Then again, with Ryudou Temple it made looking for things of that nature almost impossible at times, and if Saber was there, Rin wouldn't be able to find her.
So she was now walking into her home and down into the basement where the Summoning Circle was to check on her Servant. She knew that Saber's attack was almost fatal and she hoped that with all the boosts that she was giving him that he'd heal quickly. They couldn't afford to be crippled in this War at all, especially with Lancer still running around. Saber had mentioned his true identity, so Rin was planning to do some research on the Celtic hero to see what weaknesses he had so they could exploit them.
She reached the bottom of the steps and turned on the gas lamp setting on the table. The light cast the room in a pale golden glow that sent shadows flickering everywhere, but Rin's attention was drawn to the man standing in the center of the room. The Summoning Circle was glowing faintly with crimson light from the jewels she'd used to etch the circle into the stone floor. However, Archer's red mantle and trail were folded perfectly and lying beside his cuirass. His bronze back was to her, revealing broad shoulders and etched, sculpted muscles.
Rin's eyes widened at the pale scars that cut through the perfection of his body. There was one corresponding where his heart was, a nasty burn scar on his shoulder as well as those from cuts, stab wounds and she even counted a bullet wound or three in the mass of scar tissue. The trail, mantle, and cuirass materlized from the floor and back onto his body. He turned around to face her, no strain on his face, but his grey eyes flickered over her. He said, "Something's wrong, Rin."
"Emiya Shirou gave up Saber," Rin answered as she stepped towards him as she realized her cheeks were currently burning.
His eyes narrowed and then he snorted, "Good, it's better for an amateur like him to be part of this War."
She nodded and said, "But he didn't stay with Kirei."
"The Advisor? Considering what you said about him, I'm honestly not surprised," Archer replied with a tiny shake of his head and a half grin.
Rin found herself grinning at that and said, "Point taken, Archer." She swallowed and asked, "How is your wound?"
"Healing," he replied, "What happened with Saber?"
She answered, "I honestly tried to follow her, but I lost track of where she went. If she went to the Temple then I couldn't have found her anyway." She moved towards him and swallowed. She squared her shoulders and said, "Let me see your wound."
He replied, "Between the Summoning Circle and the Leyline here, not to mention your incredible output as a magus, I am healing fine."
Rin gritted her teeth and Ordered, "Show me your wound, Servant Archer."
Steel like eyes narrowed but Archer removed the cuirass but left the mantle on, revealing his chest to him. Rin's eyes widened at all of the scars again, but she quickly quelled the reaction by reminding herself that Archer was an epic hero and probably saw many of a battle. However, to have that many scars meant that he was probably reckless, but to survive so many wounds meant that he was also very tough. She would have preferred him more calculating, but then again, Archers were known for their Independent Action, an ability that allowed them to allow them to exist despite taking severe damage to their spiritual core. It also made them less desirable for Servants because it meant they could last for days without a connection to a Master, meaning that if an Archer wanted to betray their Master they wouldn't have a problem doing so.
She shook the thought of Archer betraying her out of her mind as she stared at the deep wound that ran across his abdomen. Rin realized that they were lucky he hadn't been disemboweled by Saber's wound and that Rin had reacted by using her second Seal to put him in the Circle. She looked at the remaining crescent on her wrist marking the Seals and sighed. She already had wasted two of them and it was only the third night after she'd summoned him. Straightening herself, she peered at the deep wound. It was slowly mending, a Servant's ability to heal was amazing after all, but it wasn't mending fast enough for Rin's tastes. To heal faster, Archer would need more mana and she had none left to give. Not to mention she'd completely drained her pendent by saving Emiya Shirou, and she needed to keep her heavy gems for the war.
Rin thoughtfully pulled her glasses from her skirt pocket to better inspect the wound. She leaned forward and lightly poked around it. The firm muscle didn't give under her fingertips, which was a good sign and Archer made no indication that she was hurting him. She gritted her teeth at the depth of the wound though and the damage to the muscle tissue there. There was no way that Archer was going to be in peak condition by tomorrow, not even if she wasted a gem to heal him. She gently pressed underneath it and Archer drew a sharp breath. Rin's eyes jerked up at Archer gritting his teeth slightly and his eyes narrowed.
"It's worse than you were letting on," Rin said as she looked up at him. She took a step back and put her glasses back into her pocket.
Archer opened his mouth to reply but Rin cut him off, "No Archer. We can't afford to do anything with you in this condition. Luckily, tomorrow isn't a school day so that's good, but Monday is going to be a problem."
"You're not going anywhere without me. You're my Master, protecting you is my first priority," Archer replied, "Injured or not. I should be fine by Monday."
Rin rubbed her forehead and said, "Well, we'll see, but tomorrow we're lying low."
Matou Sakura rolled over, smacked the alarm clock and ran her fingers through her hair. She knew if she didn't turn the alarm clock soon enough it would awaken Nii-san and Grandfather, two people she wanted to avoid disturbing. She winched as she felt a sharp stab of pain through her body as the things inside her gnawed hungrily. Her vision wavered at the feeling, her breath caught but yet she swung her feet over the bed and shakily stood up.
She swayed slightly on her feet as she walked over to the dresser to grab her brush. Her mouth still tasted heavily of phlegm and salt as it always did in the morning, despite the fact it had been several days since she had performed her duties. Her vision blurred again as she ran the brush through her hair and tied the familiar pink ribbon through her locks. She clutched the vanity ledge but didn't fall; after all this was something she knew all too well. Sakura would smile and hide the fact she was in constant pain from the parasites eating away at her.
Besides, she had to see Sempai.
Her cheeks flushed slightly at the thought of being the first person Emiya Shirou saw every morning and was planning to have breakfast ready for him as always. Her Sempai was her escape from her hellish reality with his shy smiles and golden-brown eyes. He was always so kind and helping of others, and it make Sakura happy to give back to him. So, no matter what condition or how poorly her body felt she made her way to see her Sempai despite what Nii-san said.
Within fifteen minutes Sakura was ready and out the door on the way to Sempai's house. She would have known the way if she were blind because of the solace the place and it's inhabitants held for her. She pulled her pink sweater around her as the frosty February air bit at her feverish cheeks. She tilted her head and inhaled the sharp air and kept walking.
However as she neared his house she felt the hairs on the backs of her arms and neck raise up and her stomach clinched that had nothing to do with what was inside of her. She swallowed as she continued walking the empty streets but the smell of blood became thicker and thicker in the air. Sakura gasped as the things inside her became excited at the scent and started to writhe inside of her that caused a jolt of pain all through her body. She bit her lip from crying out as she walked towards the scent.
Misty amethyst eyes widened at the sight of brownish red staining the pavement and how the stains got larger and larger as they led up to something. Sakura paused as she looked at the smear of meat and beige fabric before her, her brain not registering the sight. She saw twisted bits of bone poking through the mass of meat and clothing. A callused hand dug into the concrete with broken nails. The girl's eyes made up twisted bits of two legs, two arms but the torso had been completely smashed as if the person was hit by a hammer over and over again. Most horrifying at all was that there was no head.
Sakura took shallow breaths through her mouth so the rancid smell wouldn't enter her nostrils as she knelt beside the mass of meat. She swallowed at the familiar school uniform and the familiar build of the body despite it being ground into meat. Her white hands trembled as she pushed the fabric down on the mass of meat's left shoulder and her heart stopped. She stared in horror at the familiar burn scar that she'd spent most of last year treating.
"S-s-sempai," she whispered as she jerked back from the body and fell on her rear. Her skirt flew up above her knees and she was probably flashing the neighborhood but she didn't care. She just stared at the lump of flesh as her chest got tighter and tighter and her eyes burned. She pressed her hands to her mouth as they began to tremble as she stared at the mass of meat. Her eyes flickered over it and she caught a silver glimmer from one of his pockets.
She reached out and jerked a cool metal chain from his pocket. She felt a slight weight at the bottom of the chain and it took her a moment to register the sight of the brilliant blood red jewel set in gleaming platinum. Her vision tinged red as she began to breathe harder and harder. A fiery rush filled her as she clutched the jewel in her hand and felt the tiny flicker of mana swell up within it.
That bitch, that vicious bitch . . .
There was one family of magi that were infamous for storing mana in stones like this, and there was only one person in Fuyuki City and Shinto that would have something like this. She clutched the stone harder in her palm, wanting to crush it to dust between her fingers but it was unyielding. She opened her palm and stared at the jewel as she felt the anger grow even more inside of her, opening something within her. It grew, wanting to crawl its way out and howl with her pain.
Matou Sakura stood up, her supple body swaying as she felt her circuits spark and the mana flood them. She felt the things acting as a crest of sorts inside her protest at the flood of magical energy but she held tight as the voice echoed through her head. That bitch . . . She had everything . . . She never saved me and now she took Sempai away from me! I'll show her who's stronger, I'll SHOW HER!
Sakura threw back her head with a scream and began to laugh. She pressed her hands on her stomach as she let the taint her loving grandfather placed inside of her overtake her. She let it well into her veins and it fed on her rage and envy, which was good. Then she grasped it hard as her body screamed in protest. Her vision blurred, reddened and then sharpened as she turned towards Sempai's body.
If he was dead at Nee-san's hands, Sakura was at least going to take him with her always.
Archer scowled slightly as he left the Circle and walked up stairs. He knew Rin wouldn't be up for quite some time yet because it was a Sunday and she had no school, so he was planning to have breakfast and tea ready for her when she did awake. He passed the thermostat and turned it up. Even though the chill felt good to him because of how the magic in his body worked, he knew that Rin was cold every morning when she woke up in the winter. She was simply too much of a spendthrift to leave the furnace going at night. He wondered if she ever caught colds because of it as he headed to the kitchen.
Soon he had a simple breakfast for Rin going because she didn't eat much in the morning, but he had a feeling that it was going to be a long, lonely battle for them. Because Emiya Shirou had withdrawn from the War it meant that he was pushing his foolish ideal of becoming a superhero behind him and too terrified to participate in the war. With that thinking, the boy wouldn't follow the path that spawned Archer but instead he'd either be killed or follow a meaningless one. He stirred the eggs that he was currently scrambling and added some salt and pepper to them.
Nodding in satisfaction, he began to boil water for tea and prepare toast for Rin. He found strawberry jam in the refrigerator and took it out as well as the butter. It was a simple breakfast, but it was better than the mere toast she would have consumed on her own. It wasn't too long before he heard footsteps from upstairs as she headed down to the kitchen. He started to plate her food and put the finishing touches to the tea as she wandered in the kitchen.
She was dressed in her normal red and black attire with her hair tied into twin tails with her usual black ribbons. He had records of her saying that the ribbons were actually a female magus' last defense and that she stored mana that escaped from her hair into them. They always vaguely reminded him of cat ears, which suited her very well. She blinked and then those aquamarine eyes focused on him before narrowing with angry fire. He found himself grinning at the gorgeous sight and said, "Good morning, Rin."
"You should be in the Circle," she chided as she sat down.
He placed the cup of tea and the food in front of her. He poured himself a cup of tea and leaned against the wall as he began to sip. She began to eat as well and said, "Why aren't you in the Circle, Archer?"
"My wound is healing nicely Rin. I'll return to the Circle later, but I wanted to make sure that you ate something for breakfast," Archer answered honestly.
She blinked at him and asked, "Why?"
"You need your strength for this War, that's why. You're supporting me with mana and you'll be fighting other Masters. You can't do that on an empty stomach," Archer said with a half smile.
Rin frowned and took a bite of her eggs. Her eyes lit up and she said, "These are delicious, Archer. Thank you." Then she began to spread butter and then jam on her toast before eating that with her eggs. For such a small girl, she actually had quite the appetite and with no one watching her here she could actually eat as much as she needed. Archer knew from previous experiences that magi needed to eat quite a bit to help fuel their magic circuits, and Rin was a tiny girl who stored her mana in jewels in a way he didn't approve of. Then again, the Tohsaka family had been apprentices of a slightly manic and mischievous Dead Apostle, so on some level the blood letting didn't surprise him.
He smiled and said, "I have a number of talents, as I stated earlier."
"Still seems odd that a Servant knows how to cook and prepare tea," Rin said dryly as her brilliant eyes met his.
Archer smiled and retorted, "Well, when I was alive I did have to eat Rin."
"Too bad you still don't remember who you are," Rin said pointedly as she continued to hold his gaze.
Archer shrugged and said, "It's a slight oversight, I assure you Rin that with my skills and your abilities that we'll win this war. I should regain my memories in time, but as you saw with my battle with Lancer that I am more than capable."
"And what about Saber?" Rin asked sardonically as she raised her eyebrows at him with a tiny grin.
He inwardly flinched but outwardly smirked at her and retorted, "It was a surprise attack, and I'm weak against those. However, I know now to be prepared."
"It looked like you froze to me," Rin mused, "Could you have known her?"
Archer snorted, "Well, she didn't recognize me."
"Well, obviously Saber probably ranked or ruled above you. If you were just a common soldier she probably wouldn't have paid you much attention," Rin pointed out with a smile, "But if she was above you then it was probably loyalty that stilled your hand right?"
He replied, "Whatever you say, Rin."
"Or maybe it was something else," Rin said with a sly, teasing grin.
Archer returned her teasing grin with one of his own as he replied, "I don't know what you mean, explain it to me."
"That maybe you had feelings of a romantic nature that were unrequited," Rin teased with a chuckle.
Archer eyed the raven haired girl with the gleaming aquamarine eyes sitting there, and admired the gentle curves of her body underneath the red shirt and the teasing glance of supple white thigh between black fabric. He replied, "Saber's not my type."
"Seems to be woman's intuition to me," Rin retorted haughtily.
He taunted, "But you're just a girl, Rin. You lack a certain . . . womanly charm I should say, and this is your fatal flaw, what charm you do have is hard to understand."
"What do you mean by that?" Rin snapped, her cheeks flushing as her eyes blazed at it.
Archer chuckled and replied, "That my Master's still very innocent."
She glared at him, but didn't say anything as she finished the rest of her meal. She stood up and said, "Well, do the dishes and put them away. Once you're done with that, go back to the Circle until tonight."
"Yes, Master," Archer said with a tiny bow of his head which earned a huff from her before she stormed out of the kitchen. He chuckled as he began to clean up after his precarious Master and started to wash the dishes. He was in the middle of drying a plate when the phone rang.
He reinforced his ears with a tiny bit of the borrowed mana to hear Rin pick up the phone and say, "Moshi moshi."
"Nee-san . . ." The female voice on the other line was out of breath and cracking. He heard heavy pants of air coming from the other speaker as he gripped the plate.
He heard Rin stammer, "Sakura . . ."
"Please . . . I need your help. Please, it's Sempai, he needs help and I don't know where else to turn," the forgotten Tohsaka daughter pleaded over the other line.
Hairs rose on the back of Archer's arms and neck as he listened to the call. Every instinct he had screamed that this was a trap, but Rin's inherit good nature was going to deliver her right into it. He put the plate up and donned his mantle again as Rin replied, "Calm down Sakura. I'll be there. Where are you?"
"At home . . . please hurry! If Nii-san finds out . . ." There was a sound of a sobbing whimper on the line.
Archer gritted his teeth at the trickery and started to go after Rin. He saw her standing with the old rotary telephone and clutching it with white knuckles. She was gnashing her teeth as she said, "I'll be right there, Sakura. Don't move." She slammed the phone into the receiver and snapped, "Damn it, I just saved him and now this happened?"
She turned sharply on her heel and started towards the door. Archer asked, "What's going on?"
"I have to go help someone, you get back in the Circle," Rin replied as she locked eyes with him. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were burning. There was a slight tremor to her hands, but other than that she simply looked beautifully pissed. However the tremor was bothering him as well as what he knew was at the Matou house.
Archer said, "I'm coming with you. It may be day, but this could be a trap."
"Nonsense, the person I'm going after has nothing to do with this war, now do as I say and get in that Circle!" Rin snapped as she headed out of the door.
He felt his whole body weight down as he tried to resist the order and cursed. He tried to walk out the door again and his legs were barely responding. Fatigue washed over him and he was suddenly aware of the burning ache over his chest and stomach from Excalibur again. He clinched his knuckles and tried to continue, fighting against the order placed upon him, but injured like he was, he didn't have the strength. Cursing, he headed for the basement and stood in the Circle.
He felt the mana flare around him and start to seep into his body. He would give her ten minutes. Ten minutes in the Circle should give him enough mana to disobey the command so he could go after her. He clinched his fists and waited for an eternity of ten minutes.
Rin made her way to the giant, sprawling Western style mansion that was more towards the bottom of the hill than her own. The Matou household almost dwarfed hers in comparison, but Rin knew hers had a more intimidating aura from being on top of the hill and the wards her family had installed into it over the years. Still, she stared at the unfamiliar home, straitened her shoulders and then looked at the door.
She pulled out a bobbi pin from her pocket and gracefully knelt in front of the lock. She inserted the hair piece in and began to move the mechanism around. There was a gentle click and then the door came open. Nodding in grim satisfaction for her break in, Rin slid the pin back into her skirt pocket and stepped into the house.
The stale air enveloped her as soon as she quietly closed the door behind her and it was almost enough to make her gag. She knew exactly what was on the bottom floor of this house and wanted to avoid that place as much as she could. In truth, the Matou magic disgusted her with its crude method. With their same techniques she could reach something in a week that they couldn't reach in ten years. She felt a tiny bit of anger at her family as she stepped into the dark house. She pushed her shirt sleeve up to expose her crest just in case.
Rin made her steps as quiet as possible just in case. After all, she was in a rival magus' home without a true invitation. She called out, "Sakura?"
"Nee-san, I'm in here," a voice called out, soft and timid.
The magus gritted her teeth as she ran towards it and felt a spike of annoyance. She stepped into the giant study to find Sakura standing there alone with her long, purple hair obscuring her features. Rin bit her lip at the girl who would have been her sister standing there, all traces of her genetic make up transformed to look like someone else. The only thing that marked her for Rin's sister was the old dark pink ribbon in her hair. It had been the first ribbon she had made and had been her favorite. She always felt a little bit of happiness each time she saw the ribbon tied into the purple locks.
Rin asked, "Where's Emiya-kun, Sakura? What happened to him?"
"I don't know Nee-san, but maybe you could tell me," Sakura said coldly as she extended her hand. Rin's eyes widened as she saw the flash of silver from a chain and the sparkle of pure, undiluted crimson from the jewel hanging from the chain. The same pendent was in her jewelry box at home, save it was empty of mana while this one had some still left within it. She stared at the pendent as Sakura looked up at her, the normally misty eyes focused on her as she extended the pendent towards her.
"I found this on what was left of him," Sakura said as she moved towards Rin, her supple body swaying slightly.
Rin stared at it and asked, "What do you mean what was left of him?" Her mind was racing faster than it ever had before. It focused on Sakura's anger and it focused on the fact that she had said, "What was left of him." However, it kept chasing its tail back to the pendent, the same pendent that Archer had given her back just the night before. The pendent he had told her he'd picked up off Emiya Shirou's body.
Obviously, Shirou hadn't been dead, but it could have taken a while to fully recover. He'd been injured to the point of death and depending when Archer had found him Rin could forgive the fact he thought the former Master dead. However, there was only one pendent like that in existence, but there was another that Sakura was holding in front of her with a shaking fist.
Sakura smiled and her eyes were off as she answered, "Well, aren't you the one who ground him into a bloody pulp, Nee-san?"
Rin's eyes widened at that as she looked at her younger sister. Sakura continued, "You take everything away from me. You took my family from me, you took my life from me and now you took Sempai from me! Well, now I'm going to take away from you. Rider!"
She felt a surge of pure mana behind her and the clanking of chains registered in her ears as she began to force mana into her own limbs to reinforce them. However, before she could move a heavy chain wrapped around her throat and it was jerked hard. Rin choked as she went sprawling backward, one hand digging at the chain as the other slid quickly into her pocket before going for the chain.
Her vision blurred as she felt herself slipping even more and more as she was jerked to her feet. She twisted to see a tall, voluptuous woman dressed in black with long, flowing lavender hair that trailed to the ground and her classically beautiful features obscured by a blind over her eyes. The Servant jerked and Rin coughed as she dangled helplessly off the ground, her air being cut off more and more by the moment. She thrashed helplessly but couldn't move as panic was starting to set in.
"I don't want her to black out just yet, Rider," Sakura said firmly as she approached Rin, fury hardening the normally misty amethyst eyes as the girl walked over to her.
Rider nodded and made sure Rin's feet was on the ground and there was just the smallest release of pressure on her throat. Rin choked air greedily into her burning throat as Sakura held out the pendent. "You had everything, but that wasn't enough, was it Nee-san?"
"You think you're the only one who's suffered?" Rin rasped as she locked her watering eyes onto her sister's face. Don't give in, don't give her an inch, the young magus thought rapidly as she clutched the reassuring stone in her right hand against the chain. She rubbed her finger over the pink tourmaline in her hand as she held the chain. She only had one chance to do this or Sakura was going to do whatever she was going to do to her.
Sakura stared at her with wide eyes and then snapped, "You with your good life, you were the wanted one, I was just the waste! They kept you!"
"At least you weren't alone," Rin said with a cough.
Sakura's eyes narrowed as she said, "It wasn't enough though, you had to kill Sempai, you had to grind him up into meat."
He should have just stayed at the Church, Rin thought wildly as her chest tightened in a way that had nothing to do with the lack of oxygen she was getting from Rider. The idiot she had watched from afar all of those years ago who kept trying something impossible. If something was impossible, Rin wouldn't try, but she had watched the boy for hours as he kept trying. Now, the one time he did give up and he was gone forever, erased as the first casualty of this damned war.
She bit her lip and retorted, "Well if he had been more responsible he wouldn't have died."
"It's your fault, you killed him!" Sakura screamed, her voice turning shrill as she moved towards Rin even more, so close that their faces were almost touching.
Rin clutched the chain with white knuckles and replied, "Him shirking his responsibilities is what killed him, Sakura."
"Shut up!" Sakura yelled at her, looking to all the world like a petulant child. Rin gritted her teeth as Rider jerked the chain hard across her throat again. She felt her knees quake as
her vision started to blur. She felt the hot edges of panic starting to seep into her vision and her limbs. She bit her lip, trying to focus because if she gave into the fear, she was going to die.
The violet haired girl was going on, "You're going to go through what I went through Nee-san."
Rin shouted with the last bit of air she had, "EIN!"
Then she threw the jewel right at Rider's midsection. The spell crystallized on impact and ice spread over the Servant's hands, up her arms over her chest and half way up her face and down half way down her thighs. She forced mana into her Crest, causing it to glow green under her shirt as she managed to throw the chain from around her neck. She slid her way free as Sakura was rushing towards her. The ice binding the Servant still cracked and Rin pointed her finger at Sakura grimly.
She shouted, "Gandr!"
The black curse hit Sakura dead in the chest and the girl's cheeks flushed pink as she sank to her knees, gasping for air. "Sakura!" the Servant cried out right as she got free, but Rin pointed to the ground beneath Rider and threw another curse before forcing mana through her limbs. As soon as the reinforcement took she was running out of the house. She kicked down a door and didn't stop running until she reached the top of the hill.
With shaking hands she opened the door to her house and stepped in. She shut it and gasped for air. The mana washed out harmlessly as Rin's knees began to shake as she pressed herself against the wall. Her heart was racing in her ears, she was breathing hard and trembling like a leaf. Her throat was burning from where she was nearly choked and she began to choke. Before she knew it she was on her knees coughing as her mind flashed to the pendent in Sakura's hands to her sister killing her.
Rin was fine with Sakura hating her, if it helped her stay strong then Rin would shoulder that burden until the end of the world. However she didn't expect her to be a Master and attempt to . . . She didn't want me dead, she was going to torture me, Rin thought sickly as she forced herself to her feet. She managed stand to her feet and she started to head for her bedroom.
"Rin," a familiar, gravely voice said from behind her.
She turned around to see her Servant standing in the basement doorway with his steel colored eyes focused on her. She swallowed and said in a hoarse voice, "Archer."
"Damn it," he swore as he moved over to her. Before she knew it, she was sitting in the kitchen and the red clad Knight was brewing tea. She watched as he carefully measured the leaves as the water boiled in the kettle. He snapped, "Why did you go out by yourself?"
Before she could answer him he approached her with a cold compress. One of his large hands was at the back of her head while the other gently placed the ice pack over her bruised throat. "If you hadn't of reinforced when you had, your windpipe would have been crushed," Archer sighed as he bowed his head.
She swallowed painfully and said, "I told you to stay in the basement."
"Well, me sensing my Master in danger sort of over rode your order," Archer said dryly as he moved her hand to hold the ice pack as he went to tend to the tea.
Rin blinked at his words and then pressed the ice pack to her throat. Her cheeks started to burn as she realized yet again Archer was tending to her. She looked down as the flash of the red jewel entered her mind again as he poured the boiling water into her favorite tea pot. She managed to ask, "Where did you get that pendent, Archer?"
"I told you, I found it on the boy," he answered, "And you shouldn't try to talk with that throat, Rin."
She bit her lip at that lie and stared him in the eye. She threw the ice pack on the table and snapped, "No, you didn't because Sakura picked it off of Emiya Shirou's dead body!"
His eyes widened as he stared at her. Rin was breathing hard as she waited for his explanation. He sighed and said, "I guess it can't be helped, Rin."
"You'd better tell me, Archer," she said firmly, putting Command to make it an Order.
Archer's shoulders slumped as he fought with her order and Rin continued to watch him. "I thought the answer would be fairly obvious then," he said grimly, "You used the pendent as the catalyst to summon me."
"And where did you get the pendent?" Rin asked hoarsely as her throat throbbed. She grabbed the ice pack again and placed it on her throat.
His eyes met hers and held as he simply said, "Where do you think, Rin?" Without another word, he took the tea pot and set it in front of her. Then he faded from her sight, obviously returning to his spirit form as she sensed him head back to the basement. She stared at the tea pot in front of her as if it held all the answers.
Unfortunately, she was left with almost as many questions as before.
Rin stared at the red gem gleaming in the dying sunlight from her room. Soon she'd need to turn on her lamp, but right now she was using the dying sunlight to studying the gem as her mind raced. She clutched the pendent with a sigh before standing up from her chair and walking back to her jewelry box. She laid the pendent back into the velvet confines and closed it.
She began to place around the room as her mind flashed through everything that had happened today.
Her sister wanted her worse than dead, Sakura wanted her to suffer as she apparently had.
Emiya Shirou was dead possibly by the hand of another Master and their Servant because he didn't take solace at the Church.
And somehow she had Summoned an Emiya Shirou from another reality who had some how managed to become an Epic Hero.
She gnashed her teeth before heading down to the basement. She turned on the light to see Archer sitting in typical Japanese style in the center of the Summoning Circle. She could feel the mana from the leyline resonating through the circle and seeping into him. He blinked up at her as she stormed her way in front of him.
"First and foremost, I'm tired of your bullshit. I want straight answers to these yes and no questions, Archer," Rin demanded from him as she looked down at him.
Archer sighed and said, "I should have been expecting this, but go ahead and ask your questions. However I have one condition."
"You're a Servant, and at this point you don't get to make any conditions," Rin retorted.
Then, in one smooth motion he stood up and stared her down with his hands on his hips. He replied, "I think as your Servant, with your safety being first and foremost, I want to know what the hell happened with your sister."
"So you know Sakura's my sister then," Rin said quietly.
He nodded and said, "Yes, in typical stupid magus fashion your family and the Matou family came up with a deal and Sakura was passed onto the Matou's because their magical blood and circuits all died. Matou Shinji is Rider's Master, which explains the chain mark like bruise along your throat."
"And you know this because you're Emiya Shirou," Rin stated, not making her voice a question.
He nodded and said, "Yes, and I fought in the Fifth Grail war of my time and the version of Tohsaka Rin helped me out quite a bit in that war."
"What's your Noble Phantasm?" Rin asked with a sigh.
Archer answered, "I technically don't have one, but I implement a unique form of Tracing to duplicate other Noble Phantasms that are almost perfect matches to the original."
"The Emiya-kun of this time was a rather half assed magus. That's why I let him be because I didn't want the Association to come after him," Rin sighed as she pressed her palms into her eyes.
Archer replied, "I had learned a lot in those ten years, and made a deal that I shouldn't have as well. I'm not a heroic spirit in the sense that I have a legend. I made a deal with the World."
"So not only do I Summon a former classmate who's a half assed magus, I don't even have a true Heroic Spirit," Rin groaned as she started to see stars from pressing her hands into her eyes, "So you being able to beat every Servant was just a lie then."
Archer chuckled and said, "No, I wasn't lying about that. Remember, I know the identities of all the Servants and their Masters. I know their weaknesses and can create the weapons to exploit them."
"This isn't the time to be laughing," Rin snapped at him as she lowered her hands from her eyes and glared at him.
His expression softened and he sighed. He said, "Sakura didn't try to kill you, did she? She wanted to keep you alive, right?"
"Yes," she answered as she wrapped her arms around her. With Archer injured and not even a real Heroic Spirit they didn't have a snowball's chance in Hell to win this War. Not at least how they were. Archer was a magus of sorts, perhaps a very individualized magus, but that was something she could use. She could amplify his power with her own even more than the Master and Servant bond.
To top it all off her sister wanted to torture her.
Rin bit her lip as she rolled up her sleeve to look at the Crest hidden on her arm. She charged up her circuits and they flashed briefly and the Crest glowed its bright, alien green. She released the mana and rolled back up her sleeve. She held her chin as her mind raced. She could give him part of her Crest and her circuits to create a temporary bond and fuel him with the rest of her mana, however that would waste her Crest and she'd lose part of her circuits to do that.
There was another way that wouldn't cost her anything permanent and would be something she would eventually lost anyway. She studied her Servant as he stood in the Circle watching her with those grey eyes of his. She turned away on her heel to go to her father's study to do some more research before she made her final decision.
Archer sighed as he sat in the Circle. He ran a hand through his hair as his own mind was racing. He tilted his head thoughtfully at the predicament that he was in and that Rin now knew exactly who he was. It would change the whole way the War would be fought especially since his goal of killing himself was a moot point now. However, his role would be to protect Rin from her sister and the other Masters and Servants, especially Kotomine. He scowled as he debated about telling her everything or just giving answers when she asked them. However, he knew that her trusting him was going to be an issue because he'd been lying from the start to her, or perhaps she thought he did experience some sort of temporary amnesia due to her Summoning.
"Well, it can't be helped," he stated softly to himself, just to get some sound in the empty room.
"Yes, it really can't," Rin's voice echoed from the doorway. Archer looked up to see Rin making her way down the steps, her long raven hair free of its ribbons and spilling behind her. There was a slight flush on her cheeks as she approached the Circle. Without a word she stepped out of her skirt and panties.
Archer's eyes widened as he looked up at her as she kept holding the bottom of her shirt to cover herself. He stood up and stammered, "Rin, what are you doing?"
Her cheeks matched her shirt as she answered, "I need to supply you with more mana to heal your wound, more than what the connection provides. I can open up another channel to you to give you even more mana for a short period of time. The easiest way to do this is through Tantric Rites."
"Rin . . . I can't . . . do that with you . . ." he managed as he looked away from her blushing form with the long, slim legs sheathed in tempting black leaving a ring of perfect white flesh bare peeking out from under the red shirt she was wearing.
She snapped, "It's either that or I give you some of my magic circuits which I will never get back and a part of my Crest. I need those. So, I should just do this with something that is meant to be lost anyway."
He looked back at her and noticed that she was clutching the edges of her shirt with shaking hands. "Rin, I'll be fine, you don't need to give this up," he replied as he quickly looked away.
She stepped in the Circle and she grabbed his chin. With a sharp jerk he was looking down at her wavering aquamarine eyes as she hissed, "Why do you have to be so damn difficult? Do you just like disobeying orders so much?"
"I don't want you to do this because of something I will recover anyway," Archer snapped back as he attempted to move away from her yet she was holding him with fingers like steel.
"Archer, you said it yourself, you're not a heroic spirit. I'm not going to wallow over my folly. Yes, I'm pissed that I Summoned some sort of half-assed hero, but that's my fault and not yours. It'll do no good to mope over it. We need to move on so we can win this War," Rin said firmly, "And I'll do it by any means necessary. If I need to have sex with you to make you stronger, then I'll do it."
He swallowed as he looked down at her. Then she backed away from him and laid down on the ground with her legs locked tightly together and still holding her shirt down as much as she could. Her eyes clinched shut as soon as she settled onto the cold concrete floor carved with hardened jewels. Archer swallowed at the offering before him as Rin snapped, "Well, get on with it! I'll make the connection, you just focus on coming, and don't think of such things as putting it in my mouth or releasing in side of me."
She was trembling, but the order was pressing on him now. Archer bit his lip as he pulled off his mantle and tail and folded them together. He set them down before stripping down before her. She still had her eyes tightly shut as she bit her lip, waiting for the inevitable. His chest tightened at the look on her face as he knelt down beside her. He gently lifted her head up and those eyes opened to face him.
"Archer, what are you doing?" she managed as he set the make shift pillow down where her head would go.
Archer stroked her cheek and her face reddened even more at that touch. He ignored the question as he leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers. Her breath was rapid against his lips and he barely kissed her again. Her breath caught in her throat as her lips slightly parted. He took advantage of this to kiss her again, gently teasing her lips to move with his. There was a tiny whimper and then she was kissing him awkwardly back as her arms wrapped around him.
He kept the kisses slow and gentle until some of the tension eased from her back and shoulders. Then he brushed against her sweet lips with his tongue, needing to taste her. Her lips parted in invitation and he swept his tongue into her mouth. She responded in kind, her own small tongue wrestling against his as her slim hands clutched at his back. She made a little moan against his lips before she had to pull away to gasp for breath. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips were pink and swollen and her eyes were jewel bright as they looked down and back up again.
"Ah, Archer . . ." she stammered as she looked down.
He stroked her hair and asked, "Yes, Rin?"
"Why did you do that?" she asked in a small voice before her intense gaze met his again.
He smiled and replied, "Because I wanted to."
"What?" she blurted out, "Why didn't you just . . . shove it in?"
Archer sighed and said, "Rin let the person who has more experience lead in this matter."
"But I'm your Master," she retorted as she glared at him.
He smirked and leaned to kiss her ear, flashes of old memories telling him exactly where he needed to go. She whimpered, shivered and clutched at him as he lightly laved the shell. He felt her shake her head against her bare shoulder, the raw silk of her hair caressing his bare skin. He whispered in her ear, "Just relax. This'll help me come. That's what you want right?"
She nodded and said, "Then do what you need to do then."
He smirked at her consent before lightly sucking on her ear lobe, causing her to call out his title and clutch his shoulders. He began to run his lips down her throat to taste her skin and lose himself in the sweet smell of tea and roses that was Rin. His own need was becoming rapidly apparent and painfully swollen as all the repressed desires raged to the forefront. He gave into them, he let them go only to slide his hands over the gentle curves guarded by her red shirt. He cupped soft, firm mounds through the cotton fabric and kneaded them together than apart.
Rin was breathing hard against him as he moved to kiss her again. This time she was more eager and receptive, her own tongue plunging into his mouth as her inner nature took over. He knew exactly how passionate she could be and wanted to saver this moment. However, taking her on the basement floor wasn't his first choice. She deserved her bed, but these were the terms he'd been given and would have to work around. Soon he slid his hands to the lip of her shirt to pull it off.
Her hands moved to grip his arms as she panted, "W-w-what are you doing? You don't need to take that off! I've got the bottom off, so you can leave that on, and why did you take your clothing off?"
"It's better to do it like this," he said as he gently freed his hands and jerked her shirt up. She gave a tiny cry as he lifted her up to pull the shirt off and let it go. She was only in her white camisole and thigh highs now, giving him almost a clear view of her slim form. Her legs were pressed tightly together as one hand went up to cover the gentle slit that guarded the haven of her body. His nostrils flared as he looked at her girlish form before pulling the camisole off, leaving her bare.
Her cheeks flushed as red as her shirt as he looked at her with her raven hair spilled on the red of his mantle and her eyes tightly shut. Her skin had healthy rosy undertones with it and her coppery-pink nipples were begging him to touch them until they hardened to tiny points. "Rin," he said as he stroked her shoulder and trailed his fingers to the back of her head, "Look at me Rin."
She swallowed and those gorgeous aquamarine eyes opened, completing the picture. Rin lay before him, a virtual virgin sacrifice laid bare before him to take. His fingers found the soft hair at the nape of her neck as he massaged the back of her scalp as her eyes widened as she took in his own battle scarred form. After a while, he had stopped caring how he looked because he would only get scar after scar from bullet and knife wounds during his life time. She licked her lips as one of her long fingered hands stroked the scar over his heart.
"You really are Shirou, aren't you?" she whispered as she kept her eyes focused above his waist, not to mention how he was kneeling beside her was keeping him hidden from her view.
Her fingers were surprisingly rough as they ran over the scar on his heart and he took a deep breath. He nodded and said, "Yeah, and a version of you healed me then as well."
"I'm not her," she said as she pressed her lips together.
Archer leaned forward and replied, "She was lost to me a long time ago, besides, I like my Master now."
"You like me?" she blurted out as she looked up at him with wide eyes.
He chuckled and replied, "Yes, I like you very much Rin. You're the only person I'd ever consider my Master."
To his surprise she sat up and wrapped her arms around his neck before pressing her lips against his. He groaned against the innocent press of her lips again as he kissed her in return, tasting her on his lips and tongue. She responded quizzically with her tongue as well as they continued to kiss as he stretched out beside her. He felt her heartbeat flutter beside him only to trail his mouth from her soft lips down the alabaster column of her throat to lave there.
She arched with a tiny gasp as his hands moved up on their own violation to the soft mounds of her breasts. The small mounds fit nicely in his palm with the nipple pressing down on his hand ever so slightly as he began to knead them gently together and apart. She shook her head as she gasped only to bite her lip. Her eyes were glowing slits as she started to lose focus as she was making tiny sounds as he moved his thumbs to gently rub them over her nipples. Soon they grew taunt into hard little points that made Rin arch with every brush of his fingers.
He trailed his lips lower until he could nurse on her supple flesh, laving the point with his tongue until they glistened in the dim light. Need was thrumming in his body, demanding that
he just spread her legs apart and thrust into her until they broke, but he steeled himself. Besides, he wanted to see Rin writhe and scream in tormented ecstasy. He wanted to burry his head between those pristine thighs of hers and lave her hollow until she screamed. Then he wanted to thrust himself hilt deep into her until neither knew where they began and the other ended.
Archer sucked greedily on her left nipple as his fingers played with the right. Rin was still making those tiny gasping noises as she moved restlessly. He looked up at her as she said, "It . . . feels . . ."
"Am I hurting you?" he asked with a tiny smirk.
Rin bit her lip, shook her head and said, "N-n-no. I told you, we really don't need to do this."
Archer ignored her and switched breasts to toy with the left nipple with his fingers. Rin actually made a tiny cry as she turned her head away from him and clinched her eyes shut. She was breathing hard with flushed cheeks, causing her breasts to rise and fall sharply with each breath. Archer admired the sight before he started to move lower. He gathered her supple thighs in his hands and moved her legs apart. He saw Rin tense and press her fingers into the floor as if she was bracing herself.
He sighed at the bare, delicate slit and ran his finger over it. Rin's hips bolted up ever so slightly as she made a muffled sound. He murmured, "Well, this won't do at all."
"W-well . . . aren't you going to put it in?" Rin stammered as she kept her eyes closed and her head turned away from him.
Archer spread her open and grimaced at the mostly dry pink folds before him. She was glistening slightly around the entrance to her body, but that was it. "You're not even wet Rin," Archer sighed with a shake of his head.
"That doesn't matter," Rin snapped, "Just . . . shove it in and get to business. We don't have all night."
Annoyed with her urging, Archer bowed his head down and wrapped his lips around the tiny nub at the apex of her folds. Without warning he began to suck on the point until it began to swell under his lips. Rin cried out, "N-n-n-no! A-a-archer . . . It's dirty and if y-y-y-you do that I'll . . ."
That's what I want, Rin, he thought as he felt the pressure of her hands on his shoulders as he ignored her order as he flickered his tongue over the point. He used his fingers to hold her folds apart so he could lave around the sensitive nub until she was panting under him. He felt it start to recede ever so slightly and he worked his jaw to build up saliva in his mouth before licking her full with the brunt of his tongue. She whimpered at that before he wrapped his lips around the nub again and began to suck on it. He had to hold her open more and more as he felt her flutter underneath him until she bucked up hard with a scream.
As she shuddered and cried he continued to suck on her and slid a finger inside her now soaking wet tightness. He inwardly smirked at the molten, wet heat surrounding his finger as her walls collapsed around him. Soon her cries took a painful note and he lifted his lips from the quivering nub to give it one tiny kiss. Yet he kept moving his finger in and out of her to try to ease the tightness crushing it, the same tightness that would be crushing something much longer and thicker within moments.
He lifted his head to look up at Rin who was panting and admired the slight sheen of sweat on her pale skin. He kissed her stomach only to be glared at. He smiled wolfishly at her as she glared down at him. She snapped, "We're supposed to come together . . . now you . . ."
"Rin, if I would have entered you dry like you were, you wouldn't have come at all and it would have hurt even worse," he said with a frown, "Now that you're . . ." He looked down at the wetness almost coating his hand and removed his finger to her. He held the glistening digits up to her with a smile and said, "Now that you're ready it'll be easier for you."
As she watched with wide aquamarine eyes he held his soaked finger up and inhaled the musky, spicy scent of her arousal. He licked his finger clean, tasting the oddly tangy, slightly metallic yet strangely sweet taste of her need. Her cheeks turned even more red as her eyes widened at that. She shyly looked down and then away from him.
Sighing, he nudged her legs apart with his thighs as he settled between her legs. He frowned at her hands at her sides again and clutching the floor as best as she could. He lowered his head towards hers and moved his hand to gently stroke her cheek before running his fingers through her hair. He whispered, "Rin, please look at me."
She turned her head to face him right as he lowered his lips to hers again. He kissed her soothingly as he guided his heated length with his hand to her core. He pressed at her smooth slit, nudged her folds apart and rested himself to the hollow of her body. He continued to kiss her, his own blood racing through his veins as his heart pounded loudly. Fire was racing in his veins and she hadn't even touched him, but having Rin underneath him like this was enough to drive him insane.
He pulled back from her lips so she could breathe as he slowly started to press into her. The tip was barely in, surrounding him in hot, tight, soft wetness as Rin hissed and her muscles tensed. He stroked her hair and whispered, "J-just relax for me, Rin."
"A-a-archer, you're in, right?" she gasped as her eyes bore into his.
He swallowed as his body tensed, the urge to arch his hips and thrust deeply into her was overwhelming but he managed to keep himself still despite everything. He shook his head and whispered, "I'm sorry."
"T-t-there's more," she said with a pained look.
He closed his eyes, swallowed and nodded. Since he didn't need to guide himself in anymore, he moved his hand to hold hers. He expected her to try to slide it free or to protest, but she intertwined her fingers with his and gripped them tightly. "I'll be gentle," he promised.
"W-why are you doing all of this for me?" she asked.
He opened his eyes to look at her earnest, flushed face and wide eyes. He answered in a hoarse voice, "Because I like you and you deserve more than being on your basement floor."
"But you told me to stay in the basement," she said in a shaky voice.
Archer chuckled despite the tension raging in his body and replied, "Well, I was teasing you then."
"Do it," Rin said as she gripped his hand tightly, her eyes locking with his with even more pressure than what was around his hand. "It'll hurt less, inside me, right?" she asked timidly.
He groaned as slim legs wrapped around his waist, bringing him closer. He replied, "Rin . . . It'll still hurt. I'll . . . go slow."
She nodded and held his hand tightly as he pressed into her more and the barrier gave slightly. Rin gasped painfully as her free hand gripped his shoulder with enough pressure to bruise as her nails bit slightly into his skin. His heart was racing, his blood pounding and he was swelling painfully as he pressed more into her. She flinched with another gasp and his vision blurred as he was slowly gripped by her body. Unable to take it, he drew his hips back slightly before thrusting forward.
There was a pop of pressure as he was crushed before he slid inside her to the hilt. Rin cried out and he felt a sharp pain in his hand and shoulder from where she gripped him. He was breathing hard as she gripped him like a vice from within as he felt her core try to push him out, sending a flash of pure fire up and down his spine and through his veins. He groaned at the feel of her around him and moved his head to capture her lips in a furious kiss because he needed to taste her.
She made a tiny whimpering noise against his lips as she surrendered to his kiss as he kept still within her. Yet kissed her to devour her, because he needed to burn the image of Tohsaka Rin like this with him in his mind. He swept his tongue through her mouth and he moaned at the feel of her sliding hers along with his as she clutched at him. He could hear her heart pounding as well as the ache in his loins became unbearable to him. His mind was racing, he was breathing hard, his body was aching and his muscles were twitching as he lay still within her. The crushing pressure was intense, but the sweet caress of liquid heat urged him to act.
"Rin?" he asked in a hoarse voice, "I need to move."
He looked down into her wavering aquamarine eyes and the tears that were about to spill from them. So, Archer braced himself until he had full consent to move so he wouldn't hurt her more. Then she gave a tiny nod and he drew his hips up in a slow motion before surging back down. He groaned at the silken caress as she gripped him within as he began to move within her. Rin's legs around his waist tightened as she gasped, but he knew she was still hurting, yet he was no where near coming himself.
Archer moved slowly, feeling her body open for him centimeter by centimeter with each gentle thrust. Her folds caressed him and gripped him within as the crushing pressure lessened. Soon he felt her start to flutter around him ever so slightly as she was soon moving with him with tiny gasps. He stared at her flushed cheeks, parted lips and half closed eyes as she began to move in synch with him. He groaned at that and the fire licking his body, his veins and pooling at his core that was threatening to consume him from within.
To his surprise, Rin suddenly moved up to capture his lips in a kiss as she held him tightly while rocking in time with his thrusts. They ravaged each others' mouths as their lips, teeth and tongues as their bodies moved into perfect rhythm as they fused together as one. "C-can you take more?" he managed as he pulled apart from her so she could gasp for air.
She nodded pressed her face into his shoulder as she clutched him. Archer's chest tightened at the sight and feel of her holding him close like this. He drew his hips and picked up his pace to move inside of her. He groaned as lightning shot through his body at the increased friction as he moved within her. He felt the pressure rising within him steadily as he began to move harder and faster inside of her. Rin arched up with a tiny cry as she held him tightly, her fingernails digging into his shoulders hard enough to break skin, but that only added to the sensation.
His vision was burring and as he felt himself swell inside her even more while her core fluttered and gripped him, signaling that she was enjoying this as well. He gripped her tight and just lost himself into her, moving his hips harder and faster to feel the pleasure spiral within him. He arched back enough to slide a hand down to where they were joined and brushed his finger tips rapidly over the point of her weakness. Rin arched back with a loud cry that echoed throughout the dark room that only added to the ecstasy bubbling up within him.
The pressure was overwhelming as he felt himself swell painfully for the final push. Archer's body was trembling as lightning suddenly struck him from within. He pulled himself out with a groan as he shuddered, surrendering at last. His vision burned white as he emptied himself onto Rin, pulse after pulse. He hard her scream and arch up as well as he began to spill himself onto her while her hands clutched him.
Then he felt his own magic circuits spark and mana flood into them, causing his eyes to widen at the power now humming through him. He arched back as he felt the gash in his chest tingle and then burn as it knitted together and healed to reveal his own hard muscles and a slight white line adding to the myriad of scars already carved into his body. He blinked at the power thrumming within him and then looked down at Rin.
Her head was tilted back as she gasped for air, her raven hair slicked back from her face with sweat as tiny droplets of it ran down the flushed gentle curves of her body. He scowled at the pearly white liquid spilled across her blood stained thighs. Archer sighed and he flinched at the blood trickling from her core as well, blood that was no doubt smeared upon him right now. He stood up and gently cradled her into his arms.
"Archer, what are you doing?" she demanded, but she didn't fight him nor did she struggle. Instead those slim arms intertwined around his neck as he carried her
Archer answered, "Now it's my turn to take care of you." Then he held her close as he carried her up the steps.
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