Fate: Wings of Rebellion
Summary: Shirou's attempt to help a woman leads to an assault charge. Shipped off to Tokyo for a year, he seeks to clear his name. A mysterious app on his phone leads him to another reality and others who share his sense of Justice.
Author's Note: This is completely based on my let's play of Persona 5. I named my character Shirou Emiya as a glorious gag joke. All in-game dialogue choices are mine. I'm trying to roleplay in my let's play as much as possible, which means I can't button mash Morgana's head. LOL
Also for the pairing, I am OBLIGATED to pair up Shirou with "Fists of Justice!" Makoto Nijima! Fate fans will be a little sad, but Persona fans will mostly squee and shout "Best Girl!"
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Prologue
Tokyo is a bustling city, with bright lights and a sprawling metropolis. People come and go at night. But there is something that shouldn't be there, a casino, but it is filled with people at the tables, betting money.
A helicopter flew overhead, flying past a bustling casino with bright lights and a bustling crowd of people inside, betting chips and gambling on card games and slot machines and roulette tables.
A man knocked over his stack of chips as he looked around, he thought he saw something above him.
Above that man, leaping around nearly unseen is Shirou Emiya.
Shirou Emiya is many things. Shujin Academy's Brownie, the top of his class, a felon, delinquent, and a Mage. But right now, he's not any of those things, he is…
The Joker, the Phantom Thieves of Hearts' leader and he's going to pull off another heist.
Shirou Emiya dashes across the ceiling form atop lights and rafters, he moves with agility, style, and grace, happy that all his faceplants on the treadmill honed him into an athletic phantom thief.
He lands atop a light, holding the metal wire attaching the light to the ceiling, making himself visible to the crowd below.
He's dressed head to toe in black, wearing a trench coat and red gloves; the mask over his eyes conceals his identity from the onlookers below.
Clutching the Treasure, a suitcase, he smirks down at the security as people finally start to notice the person above them.
"Hey, up there!" a man calls, pointing up at him.
"He's here! Move in immediately!" the security guard orders. They begin moving towards him.
Shirou turns away and leaps to another light. He lands atop the lamps.
"Good, now get running!" Mona calls to him.
"This is our only chance," Crow added.
"Stay calm, you can get away now!" Oracle urged the mage.
"We'll retrieve the briefcase form our end," Queen informed him. It was time for them to leave.
Shirou heard a mysterious transition, "Suspects…not confirmed…hold your positions!"
"Huh? What was that?" Panther asked.
"Don't worry about us, just concentrate on getting away!" Mona told him.
Shirou runs forward and jumps onto the other lamps, making his way up and onto one of the large neon-lit sign as he runs to the left jumps down onto the metal beams.
"I gotta say, showing yourself to that crowd earlier was an excellent move," Mona congratulated him."Nice work as always, Joker!"
"I bet Skull couldn't pull it off that smoothly," Panther laughed.
"That's because you have no sense of aesthetics," Fox replied to her, referring to Skull.
"Nobody asked you, Inari!" Skull retorted.
"There he is!" the agent called as they spotted him. "The intruders are here!"
"Joker! Get out of there!" Oracle urged him again.
Shirou turned his attention to the other platforms to his left and ran forward, jumping onto them as he moved quickly to avoid the men trying to apprehend him.
"OK. The enemy's focus is on him. It looks like the rest of us can slip away," Mona noted to the others.
"Everyone remember where we're meeting up?" Noir asked.
"Yes, of course, but it is still my duty as a Servant to accompany my Master," Saber told them.
"That's not necessary, he'll be fine, Saber," Queen told her, "You just stay with us."
"Master, are you sure you don't need me?"
"I'll be fine, Saber, I promise," Shirou told her.
"Don't worry, I can guide you all," Oracle reassured them.
Shirou jumped across a row of lamps and on top of a casino sign, he climbed up onto the balcony.
"Stop right there!" the guards called to him.
"You won't get away!"
Suddenly, they transformed from normal-looking humans into hideous demons.
"Take 'em down, Joker!" Oracle called to him as Shirou turned to face the one behind him.
Shirou leaped into the air and somersaulted over the guard, landing on his face as he ripped off the mask, revealing the guard's true form as a Shadow, blood, and ooze dropped down to reveal the hideous Sacrificial Pyrekeeper.
"Comparing power levels: No threat. Get him, Joker!"
Shirou gripped his knife and prepared to fight. Without any hesitation, he pulled out his gun and fired seven shots into the Shadow as it winced in pain from the gunfire as Shirou critically wounded it.
Quickly, he summoned his Persona and unleashed an Eigaon spell on him. "Go down!" he called out to them.
Unfortunately, it wasn't enough to kill the shadow.
"Damn it! Payback time kid!" the Sacrificial Pyrokeeper snarled as it reared up and unleashed an Agilo spell on him. Shirou tried to dodge but wasn't quite successful as he endured the burn, fortunately, his wounds weren't that bad.
Shirou charged forward, swinging his dagger right to left, then left to right in a fancy flourish, he slew the Shadow.
"OK. Pull out before their backup gets here!" Oracle called to him.
"Good. You defeated them with ease!" Mona congratulated him.
Shirou turned and headed for the door his navigator specified.
"More of them? Be careful!" Oracle warned him.
The Shadow guards rushed him, slamming their electrified batons into the ground in the spot where he had just been standing, Shirou somersaulted away gracefully, he leapt above them onto a lamp and onto another balcony.
The words "Victory or Defeat" flashed on a neon sign Shirou couldn't see.
"Joker, behind you! Go through that door!" Oracle instructed him as Shirou moved to follow her instructions.
Shirou headed through the open doors behind him.
"You should be able to get out that way! Hurry! Oracle called to him. Shirou began moving down the hallway.
"Dude, can he even hear us?" Skull asked.
"Don't worry; I'm picking up everyone's voices! Just go, Joker!" Oracle called to him.
Shirou made his way down the hall and through the door. He moved down the stairs.
"Tch. We got away from a bunch of those guys in black. But there are loads more of 'em." Skull told him.
Shirou rounded a corner and stopped at the door. "No problems on my end," a guard said. Shirou opened the door cautiously but stopped as he spotted a man through the glass window.
"Where'd they go, Dammit!" the guard swore, he turned around, "I can't confirm the intruder's location!" Then he ran back the other way after looking around.
Shirou round another corner but heard Oracle stop him.
"Up ahead, stop!"
Shirou darted behind a bin and waited for the guard to pass by.
"This is bad, hide, Joker!" Oracle warned him.
Shirou ducked behind the bins he darted in a zigzag pattern until he was hiding near an agent.
"Hey, are you sure he came in this way?" the agent asked. "Understood. I will continue the search!" The agent ran off and Shirou took the opportunity to sprint away.
"Now's your chance! Head for the stairs!" Oracle told him, Shirou did as she said and sprinted up the stairs.
Shirou, or Joker, the phantom thief, stared down the hallway. The wall was plastered in papers that had various slogans on them. "victory", "Everyone's Enemy", "Success, success, success", "Winner take all," "Everything in black and white", "Victory addiction", "Double-Faced", "Losing is not an Option, and "Death Penalty" were just some of the papers posted on the walls.
Shirou ducked over to the other side and peered through a window.
The security was looking for him on the cameras.
"He's not alone! Find them and kill them all!" the head of security shouted into the phone.
Shirou ran up the stairs, pursued by agents as he made his way towards where he needed to go.
The mage suddenly stopped, grabbing the balcony and looking down in surprise.
"Something wrong? The exit should be just up ahead," Panther told him.
"Through there?" Shirou asked, looking at a stained glass window.
"Nnnh, that's just how it is!" Panther groaned. "After that commotion's the bottom floor's—"
"Completely closed off," Queen finished for her.
"Hey, can you make it?" Panther asked, concerned.
"over there! There's nowhere to run!" the agents shouted as they pointed their guns at him.
Shirou vaulted up onto the balcony ledge and ran around the corner, leaping to another balcony surprising them, he stopped in front of a stained glass window.
"See ya!" he smiled, diving out the window, spinning gracefully in the air.
The crowd gasped in shock.
"What a showoff!" Oracle scolded him. Shirou smiled, everything was going according to plan.
"You're so reckless you know that!" Panther chided him too.
Shirou landed and rolled to his feet, the glass raining down around him. He got up.
And then the spotlights came on.
"Enemies, here?!" Oracle shouted in terror.
"What's wrong?" Crow asked in shock.
"These readings!" Oracle replied.
"What happened?" Skull shouted.
"An ambush?!" Queen was terrified. This wasn't how this heist was supposed to go!
"Joker, can you handle this?" Mona asked.
"Joker!" Fox joined in with their terror.
"Oh no!" Noir chimed in.
"Capture him!" the police shouted, charging straight at him, riot shields and batons in hand.
"Let's go! Go, go, go!" The police charged as Shirou turned and ran.
He sprinted towards a ladder and jumping up, he started to climb, he would be home free in a minute.
He looked up, only to see a squad of police officers pointing guns at him. One hit him in the face with the butt of his gun.
He fell back on the ground as he was pinned down by police; they forced his hands behind his back.
"Stop struggling!"
"Suspect is secure!" an officer reported to his superior.
"Didn't expect to find some kid," he gazed down at Shirou.
The man knelt down to look at him.
"You have your teammate to thank for this. You were sold out!" the head officer told him as they handcuffed him.
"Suspect confirmed! Cuff him!"
Shirou was forced to take his mugshot.
His prisoner number was P508954TS.
That was only the beginning of his nightmare.
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"Guess the drug was too strong," the interrogator said as they looked at Shirou Emiya cuffed to the chair in the interrogation room. "Wake him up!"
Shirou's head felt hazy as he felt cold water hit his face. He shook his head, opened his eyes and looked up. The first thing his eyes were drawn to was the camera. Then he turned his attention to his interrogator.
"No dozing off," the man told him.
Shirou struggled against the handcuffs behind his back.
"You still don't get it do you?" the man smirked.
The other man kicked him in the face, "Give it up!"
Shirou's chair fell over and he felt the heavy press of a boot on his face.
"Come on, cooperate. Or what? You want another shot?" the interrogator asked.
Shirou looked directly at the camera, hoping someone would see the police brutality and stop them.
"Huh? What about the camera?" The interrogator asked. "Are you thinking it can be used as visual evidence?"
He grabbed Shirou by his hair and forced the mage to look at him.
"Of course not…" he replied.
"So you're not that dumb," the man smirked. "Which is good, 'cause we get to take all the time we" he slammed his head into the concrete floor, smashing his foot into Shirou's gut, causing the young man to groan in pain and cough. "NEED!"
Shirou was left wheezing on the floor as the agent walked away from him.
"Obstruction of justice, blackmail, defamation, possession of weapons…manslaughter too, yeah? Talk about the works."
He glanced at the clipboard and turned back to him, "To think that all those crimes were led by a punk like this…"
"…and you seem to be enjoying every second of it," he concluded.
I was…enjoying it… Shirou tried to remember. Everything's hazy…I can't remember. He had to remember something important.
"…You should know your place," the man told him as he nodded to the man next to him who came and removed Shirou's handcuffs.
They pulled him up and sat him on the floor.
Shirou examined his bloody wrists, rubbing the raw skin. It hurt a lot, but that was the least of his worries now.
The man handed him a clipboard, "Sign here. It's a confession under your name." Shirou didn't say a word, he pushed the clipboard away from him defiantly glaring at the man.
"I See. I need your hand to sign this, but…"
He slammed his foot onto Shirou's leg as he screamed; he began to put his weight on his leg.
"I don't care if you end up losing a leg!"
He stopped and handed Shirou the clipboard and a pen.
He leaned into Shirou's face, "Don't expect to walk out of here in one piece. We are going to MAKE you understand…one must take full responsibility for their actions."
Shirou signed the confession and awaited his fate…
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A beautiful young woman in a business suit carrying a bag walked down the halls of the interrogation room. She headed towards her destination when a pair of men stopped her.
"Excuse me, this place is off—" the police detective began to stop her.
"I'm Nijima from the Public Prosecutors office," she replied.
"The prosecutor's office? What business do you have here?" the detective sneered at her.
"Just let me through; it's urgent. There's something I need to confirm with the suspect."
"Nijima-san. I believe this case is no longer in your jurisdiction," the detective told her. "Besides…"
"Are you Prosecutor Sae Nijima?" another man, an older detective asked her. She turned to look at him. "There's a call from your director. Hurry and get it over with. To be frank, you're being an inconvenience."
Sae Nijima heard her phone vibrating and answered it.
The SIU director spoke to her. He sighed, "I thought I told you to stand by."
"I'm responsible for this case, and yet I'm not even being allowed an interrogation!?"
The SIU Director replied, "I'm calling because I knew you'd bring it up."
"I will not be convinced unless I confirm it for myself," Sae snapped at him. "This is MY case."
The SIU Director sighed, "Good luck to you, then. I won't be expecting much though."
"Ah, Prosecutor, I forgot to mention something important. Your time will be cut short. I can't permit you to speak with him for long."
Sae Nijima sighed in frustration.
"It's for your own sake. His methods are unknown. After all, we don't even know if it's safe to simply meet and speak with him."
"….I understand," Sae replied, she headed into the interrogation room.
She was surprised to see Shirou; shoulders slumped, hanging his head.
"I didn't expect it'd be you," she told him.
She knew him, he was the young teen who often served her coffee and curry at Café Leblanc.
"You'll be answering my questions this time," she told him.
She turned and saw the empty syringe that they had used to drug him.
"Those bastards…" she growled.
"Can you hear me? It seems you've been through a lot," she told him.
Understatement of the year, Nijima-san, Shirou thought, what was your first clue? My face?
"Almost anything can happen here, and I can't stop them," she told him simply.
Astute observations, Prosecutor, Shirou kept his thoughts to himself, he wasn't being completely sarcastic, what she said was true.
"That's why I need you to answer me honestly. I don't have much time either."
She began to question him.
"What was your objective, Shirou? Why did you cause such a major incident? I didn't think it was a prank from the get-go, but I couldn't assemble a case for prosecution."
"It's because I couldn't figure out the method behind it."
"Of course you couldn't…" Shirou told her wearily. She couldn't believe it, let alone the existence of magecraft.
"True," she replied, gesturing to him. "There's no way I could be convinced of such a "world" just by reading the reports."
She looked at him, "it seems you're coherent. When and where did you find out about that world? How is it even possible to steal another's heart?"
"Now, tell me your account of everything. Start from the very beginning," Sae Nijima ordered him.
Shirou concentrated, fighting through the drug-induced haze as he began to tell her his story…
Shirou concentrated, trying to remember something. Suddenly, he looked up and saw a blue butterfly flying near him.
A mysterious voice said to him, "You are held captive. A prisoner of Fate to a future that has been sealed in advance. This is truly an unjust game…Your chances of winning are almost none. But if my voice is reaching you, there may yet be a possibility open to you…"
The voice continued, "I beg you, please overcome this game…and save the world…"
"The key to victory lies within the memories of your bonds—the truth that you and your friends grasped. It all began that day…when the game was started half a year ago…"
"For the sake of your world's future...as well as your own...you must remember…"
Shirou watched the blue butterfly flutter and vanish into the air.
And he remembered everything…
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