Option 1 please. I like my Tohsaka fluff.
Option 1 please. I like my Tohsaka fluff.
Ah, good, so we get all the options?Originally Posted by Arashi_Leonhart
Yes. Almost done with 14-1, halfway done with 14-2, will be starting on 15 once one of those is done.
Localizationing stuff
I'mma vote number 3.
We need more Caren up in this biznatch.
My Fanfics. Read 'em. Or not.McJon01: We all know that the real reason Archer would lose to Rider is because the events of his own Holy Grail War left him with a particular weakness toward "older sister" types.
Working on 14-2 now, though it may be a little bit. I had this one about halfway done when I posted 14 a couple days ago. Editing 14's post to include this as a link for the first option.
AN: WARNING. Shirou x Rin material. Proceed to 14-2 for Shirou x Sakura or 15 if you prefer Shirou completely chaste in a post-Fate world.
Here’s where we earn the M rating. Though like the original game, I really hope you understand that the porny bits make up the least importance of the story. Thematically, one of the reasons I’m bringing these options in at all is because I want to say that I’ve always imagined that Shirou, at the end of the Fate scenario, could still live a full life with friends, family, even lovers, and I don’t think it ever takes away from the fact that he and Saber really belong together. Shirou as a person still can have a life—which is part of the themes of UBW and HF anyway—but his idealized self, the Heroic Spirit within him, is certainly meant for greater things.
You might notice this bit is steamy, while the other option is rather romantic. This is meant to specifically be in contrast to UBW and HF, where Rin’s scene is almost comical in how awkward it is, and Sakura’s are rather blatantly sexualized. Also, most tsundere always seem to emphasize the dere-dere side when in a romantic entanglement, so I’m going tsun-tsun here.
Escaping Fate
Chapter 14-1
Back to Back
I…
Really should go over everything with Tohsaka. Considering how we’ve crashed headlong into a lot of what we’ve been doing lately, I have a sneaking suspicion Tohsaka is rather frustrated with the lack of forethought.
Thankfully, it was very clear she out of anybody here was still awake. I knocked on the door to Tohsaka’s room in the guest house. “You in here?”
“Come in.”
BGM on
Slipping in, I found Tohsaka sitting at her desk, having changed clothing to the older red-and-black ensemble I had known her to wear most of the war. She was also in her glasses, a sight that never failed to make me snicker.
“Oh shut up,” she said, a vexed sigh and glare coming my way. “We don’t all have eagle eyes like you.”
I tried covering my laughter with the back of my hand. “So…have you even tried to get any rest?”
Tohsaka’s glare continued. “I don’t want to hear it from you.” Giving me a quick one-over in that well-now-that-you’re-here-be-my-guinea-pig way, she asked, “So what is it?”
“I was, well, thinking we should go over contingency plans. I know it’s mainly my fault, but, we’ve stumbled around so much that I wanted to go over everything with you so we could plan our next step.”
There was the faint twitching of Tohsaka’s eyelid that was barely perceptible, but something in it made me take notice. The glare continued, but now there seemed to be more to it than mere annoyance. “You know,” Tohsaka said, “As much as I bother you about trying to think things through, whenever you actually plan ahead, I start to get worried.”
I felt the muscles in my face converge to the center, except for my left eyebrow, which went up. “So, I’m damned if I do and damned if I don’t. You really don’t make this easy, Tohsaka.”
BGM off
“So. What are you thinking, in terms of plans?”
I sighed. Though I came to her with words like contingency, I really only had one thing that truly came to mind. “I’ve been…practicing, before. With this theoretical Reality Marble. I feel I know how, but, well, I don’t have the energy and…” scratching the back of my head, I decided to just blurt it out: “Isitpossibletomakeacontractwithyou?!”*
I had expected Tohsaka to look surprised, shocked, confused, or even sly. Hell, I was expecting the last, the kind of, hey, you actually thought like a magus for once? expression.
The way her eyes seemed to flash from behind the glasses, like the glare caught from light refracting off of the lenses…seemed…
“I mean…Illya said it, right? We’re like that. He and I.” I shrugged. The concept made sense to me, though I wasn’t enough of a magus to figure out the details. If he and I were the same, or similar enough, the connection with Tohsaka that she established during the war might be open to me. Tohsaka always complained that for all that I seemed capable of doing, I was certainly deficient in prana reserves. That was never an issue for her; it was always more mundane monetary issues that seemed to hold her back.
“And?”
I blinked at her. “And…I mean, I know that I’m no Servant, but…in this situation, I thought it might be better overall. To have me act as your weapon.”
Tohsaka was silent.
I could hear the clicking of the clock on her desk and I wondered what was going through her mind. She seemed content to just stare at me, that same flash in her eyes, making me fidget in place.
This really…
“It’s the best way, isn’t it?” I asked.
Suddenly she was looking away, arms crossing her chest, and I gained the distinct impression that it was like a barrier going up. “Don’t talk like that.”
“What?”
“You’re not Archer,” Tohsaka said, her voice a growl. “Don’t start talking like him.”
I really had no idea what she was on about.
“And I’m not going to let you jump headlong into something that may make you more like him. Find another way.”
“There’s no telling how, or even if I get to reach his level,” I said. And it was true. If he really was meant to be some future me, or some possibility, the idea of him was beyond anything I could conceive at this time. The theory behind the Second Magic suggested he and I probably wouldn’t even truly be one and the same. “And even if this is one part of it, there’s nothing terribly wrong with what he was. Even if he was arrogant and annoying, in the end, he saved us, right?”
Tohsaka stood so abruptly the chair she was in toppled over. I flinched a step back when she pressed in close enough that her nose almost touched mine. “Exactly! He did exactly what’s so completely wrong about it! Sacrifice one to save more, sacrifice himself to save others. Shirou, you’re on your way to being just like him! And that’s wrong!”
My eyes narrowed and I could feel my eyebrows dip low enough that they were probably meeting above my nose. “And what of it? Do you think I’d let you or anyone else sacrifice themselves to save us? Do you think I could live with myself if that happened?”
“Shirou, you aren’t living with yourself now. You have your eyes on pursuing that goal, on being an ally of justice, on someday reaching Saber that you forget that if you die now, you won’t make it. You can’t just blindly throw yourself onto the hero’s path and expect to reach the end if you aren’t at least looking both ways first!” Now, the glasses did not seem like such an amusing addition to her look, since it seemed like they were the only things keeping the fire in her eyes from burning me to a cinder. “You need to exist in the now if you’re ever going to get to the then.”
BGM on
“I thought I was! I came here to talk about what we’re going to do about that thing that’s out to get Yumi.”
“Even that’s looking ahead,” Tohsaka said, “though you’re getting warmer.”
“Huh?”
“Now. Right now. What is the problem right here, right now?”
My eyes crossed. “Really, I don’t get what you’re—”
Then she punched me in the gut.
It really was unfair. I came to talk, and apparently she was waiting to fight. Not only was it a low-blow from a strategy standpoint, but once again, the randomness had me reeling from what exactly happened behind the thought process of a woman.
“What are you—!!” I tried to make out, but when she spun and tried to backhand me from the opposite direction, I had to raise my arms to block. The blow still was strong enough to rattle my limbs right up to the shoulders, and I could tell that Tohsaka was Reinforcing her limbs for stronger strikes now.
With her turned away, I tried kneeing the small of her back and forcing her to trip over the fallen chair, but she seemed to know I was going to do exactly that. She weaved right out of the way and continued another spin, though this time her leg swept behind mine, and as unbalanced as I was from trying to knee her, sent me stumbling back in the opposite direction.
I tried getting into a defensive stance as fast as possible, but Tohsaka pressed her attack and punched me again, hard enough that I heard the rattle of her knuckle bones against steel.
“Still no control!” Tohsaka growled. “I’ll knock you flat if I have to!”
“This isn’t going to give me rest!” I retorted.
Before I could concentrate on the blade works in my body and get them to recede, she had me backing into the wall to avoid another leg-sweep. I blocked a third punch, then waited—
Tohsaka came around with a kick again, and this time I was ready. I took the blow to my side but caught her leg against my body with my left arm, then lashed out with my right. Using her leg as leverage, I spun us around, her grounded foot sliding helplessly around, and forced her back into the wall, effectively switching our places. Looking winded, Tohsaka tried to strike my right elbow and hyperextend it, though I just leaned in to keep my leverage on her collar with my shoulder.
And then she bit my ear.
My feet tottered beneath me and I jerked back far enough to look at her incredulously. “What was—”
She jerked forward and caught my lips with hers.
Oh god.
Groaning into her mouth, I was suddenly aware of how my hips were pretty much right up against hers, and with her leg still in my grasp the position was rather compromising. The fact that this devil had just been trying to punch a hole through my sternum a moment ago gave way to a tongue invading my mouth and the heaving of our chests so close together after trying so hard to…
That tongue traced along my lower lip, and I could not help but remember a time when it had been quite actively tracing around another part of my body. That had my blood flowing for an altogether different reason, and before I realized it, I was pressing harder into her, wishing I could just spell clothing right off.
I pulled back and reached up with my free hand to pull Tohsaka’s glasses off, as they were in the way, falling lopsided down her nose and bumping against my cheeks in the process. When I looked into her eyes, no longer obscured by the eyewear, my breath hitched at her expression.
Triumph.
“Do I win again, Shirou-kun?” she asked. “Maybe now you’ll retreat to bed to…handle things?”
Oh.
That.
Did. It.
I threw the glasses over my shoulder and this time attacked her lips with mine, my free hand going right for her chest. She moaned against me and arched her back, her chest jutting out in an inviting fashion and my hand found a perfect hold on her, squeezing probably harder than was comfortable. My other hand slid up her leg from her socks and encountered bare skin; her hips moved against mine in response.
“Tohsaka,” I muttered, tugging at her lower lip with my teeth.
That seemed to remind her that she was supposed to be fighting me, and she tried to kick her leg free of my grip and push me away. She halfway managed, but I reversed the hold on her leg and pushed, and she toppled slightly.
I planted my feet between hers and pushed her up against the wall, pinning her hands above her head. Instead of resistance, though, she mewled into the wallboard and her hips wiggled in a way that elicited a single desire that overtook me.
Reaching under her skirt, I pulled her underwear aside and brushed my fingers against her.
“S-Shirou…” she half-growled, half-whimpered.
So…
I was going to win this time?
I undid my pants, shoved them open just enough, and moved.
The whimper that came from that…I don’t know if it was me or her.
Warmth accepted me and I gasped as she swayed in the same way, the skin peeking out from beneath her skirt mesmerizing as it rose, then lowered, each time coercing me to release everything inside.
Tohsaka slapped her hand against the wall, clawing at it, and I fought to do the same against her hips. She moved against me with the same rhythm as her steps in a fight, and I matched pace until we were at the same stand-still as before…
Her hand came back, brushing until it was beneath my shirt and against skin, and I leaned forward to do the same.
A harsher gasp and the sound of Tohsaka’s voice beat down my other senses. “F-fuck, Shirou…h-hurry!”
Her hips slowed and I had to move deeper and faster as she started to tremble. I groaned again, and the warmth around me reached critical. All of that heart-racing before from the fight now swerved straight into this pulse and my fingertips tingled in the same way…
Tohsaka’s cry turned completely nonsensical and I felt her clinch her hips and tighten around me. She completely stopped moving but for the toe-curling shudder that ran along her entire body.
The sound of her moan and the feeling of her exploding around me…
I thrust up into her as the shudder moved from her body to mine, and I released into her.
Shaking in sensory overload, I collapsed against the wall next to Tohsaka, trying to catch my breath. We both gasped and tried to turn so our backs were to the wall, partially succeeding and looking like we had stumbled there on accident.
BGM off
I thought about trying to rearrange my clothes, but my arms would literally not move.
Red in the face, Tohsaka was looking anywhere but me.
“S…ust…e.”
I lulled my head over, but Tohsaka was still not facing me. “What?”
“Sorry…it was just me.”
My mind broke.
I come in here to talk about Reality Marbles and magical contracts. She starts yelling at me because of Archer, not me. We fight hard enough to break bones. We have sex. She then apologizes for it being with her.
…What.
“Don’t say it…like that,” I grumbled.
BGM on
She finally looked my way out of the corner of her eye, meekly, like she was expecting I had suddenly become a monster or something. “I…don’t think the contract connection is going to work like that, anymore.” Her cheeks puffed slightly like they did when she was embarrassed and angry at the same time. “I made sure to…try…just now.”
The memory of the abandoned building in the forest came to me, and I nodded.
“But…I can help a little, now, at least, okay?”
It was true that, as my nerves settled from the…experience…I felt like there was more within me now. Again, the thoughts of the night before facing Berserker came to mind, and I couldn’t help but manage a smile. “You really are something, Tohsaka.”
She looked away again, though more into her lap than anything now. “Sorry.”
I sighed. “I am too. I don’t want you to think that…I’m using you, or something.” It was unfair no matter how you sliced it, though. Even with what we just did, we weren’t really lovers…
Though…
I’m not really sure what you could call us.
But…
My eyes flew wide open when warmth enveloped me again. I shuddered in place as Tohsaka pulsed over me for a moment, the sound and faint feeling of her breath against me the only thing I could otherwise take in.
“Toh…saka,” I muttered, my hands going up to tangle through her hair.
She paused around me, then pulled away to lick up to the top. “I can still…give you more, though,” she muttered. Then her hand wrapped around me and she gave me a fierce stare. “But you’d better be prepared to do everything to make me feel good too! So it’s more efficient, you know.”
I wanted to say something, really, especially considering the absurdity of her explaining the reasoning from where she was. But when she took me into her mouth again, I sort of lost all the remaining processing power in my brain.
BGM off
The sun had just crested the horizon and actual light was beaming into the yard when Tohsaka forced me out of her room. “Go on. I don’t think I want Yumi catching us coming out at the same time,” she said. “Go get Caren and we’ll get moving after some breakfast, okay?”
Caren. “Do I have to?” I whined.
Tohsaka grabbed me by the collar of my shirt, toppled me sideways until my head was even with hers, and put her face right up into mine. “If you think for a second that you can just come in here and do what we did and then expect me to go deal with another girl you want off your back, you’ve got another thing coming.”
I suspected this other thing might resemble a shoe either down my throat or up the other side of me…and I shut up and nodded.
Escaping Fate, Back to Back, Out
*The idea here is stolen a bit from little suggestions in all three routes of the game. Though the Grail War may be long over now, the fact remains that EMIYA was once contracted with Rin, and that kind of connection can still be manipulated. In Realta Nua Fate, they use it to work out a way to strengthen the connection between Shirou and Saber. In Realta Nua UBW Rin uses Saber’s connection to the both of them to act as something of a buffer, plus the original UBW has the…contract…they make of course. HF also suggests that Shirou and Archer, though separate existences are compatible enough for highly unlikely magical transfusions to work…
Omake
“If you’re really going to do this, you’ll need my prana. I’ll make a connection so you can draw on it.”
I nodded, and Tohsaka pressed a hand to my chest. Green light from her crest lit up in my eyes, and I closed them as Tohsaka started chanting.
My mind flashed to the sea, to a prismatic world. Schools of fish moved by and the glimmer from the sunlight above the surface painted the world like diamonds. “Tohsaka,” I muttered.
Can you see it?
I nodded. This must be her inner world…
You see it, don’t you?
Yes, I thought I just acknowledged that—
I can’t believe you!
Wait, what?
And as I turned around in this dream-world, a shark leapt out and bit me.
Fresh blood spilled everywhere, painting the ocean red.
What remains of my body floats away, and I’m unsure whether I’ve died here or died in real life…
Dead End?
Continue to Chapter 15
Last edited by Arashi_Leonhart; July 4th, 2012 at 11:50 AM.
Localizationing stuff
This chapter was hot.
And that line just sealed the deal.
:O
...That was most definitely not subtext. But it was awesome anyway.
I don't want to argue about this. I'll just keep it to myself.Here’s where we earn the M rating. Though like the original game, I really hope you understand that the porny bits make up the least importance of the story. Thematically, one of the reasons I’m bringing these options in at all is because I want to say that I’ve always imagined that Shirou, at the end of the Fate scenario, could still live a full life with friends, family, even lovers, and I don’t think it ever takes away from the fact that he and Saber really belong together. Shirou as a person still can have a life—which is part of the themes of UBW and HF anyway—but his idealized self, the Heroic Spirit within him, is certainly meant for greater things.
The ritual they performed in RN Fate was to completely reforge and open the connection between Shirou and Saber.*The idea here is stolen a bit from little suggestions in all three routes of the game. Though the Grail War may be long over now, the fact remains that EMIYA was once contracted with Rin, and that kind of connection can still be manipulated. In Realta Nua Fate, they use it to work out a way to strengthen the connection between Shirou and Saber. In Realta Nua UBW Rin uses Saber’s connection to the both of them to act as something of a buffer, plus the original UBW has the…contract…they make of course. HF also suggests that Shirou and Archer, though separate existences are compatible enough for highly unlikely magical transfusions to work…
He said that the next chapter was the one with "subtext"....
Disappointed Sakura's not getting an H-Scene as well?
She is, isn't she...?
Chapter 15 is the one with "subtext".
There, there. *pats*
Spoiler:
...nice.
Al is pleased.
Huh? ._.
Hey, I said could. I'm not saying this is it. This is my take on the kaleidoscope of possibilities. If you don't choose and read 14-1 or 14-2, I think it'll still keep with how you sit with a straight-up Shirou and Saber ideal.
And I'm taking the implications of the RN scenes, not the mechanics.
Correct. Hopefully, if you read 14 and 15 without 14-1 or 14-2, it still plays out fine. If you read one of the options between them, 15 should still work for you and imply that the interim chapter still occurred. This is why I wanted to release them all at once, so people didn't read them one by one. Oh well.
Localizationing stuff
Glad I found the time to sit down for this one.
My Fanfics. Read 'em. Or not.McJon01: We all know that the real reason Archer would lose to Rider is because the events of his own Holy Grail War left him with a particular weakness toward "older sister" types.
AN: WARNING. Shirou x Sakura material. Go back to 14-1 for Shirou x Rin or 15 if you prefer Shirou completely chaste in a post-Fate world.
Here’s where we earn the M rating. Though like the original game, I really hope you understand that the porny bits make up the least importance of the story. Thematically, one of the reasons I’m bringing these options in at all is because I want to say that I’ve always imagined that Shirou, at the end of the Fate scenario, could still live a full life with friends, family, even lovers, and I don’t think it ever takes away from the fact that he and Saber really belong together. Shirou as a person still can have a life—which is part of the themes of UBW and HF anyway—but his idealized self, the Heroic Spirit within him, is certainly meant for greater things.
You might notice this bit is romantic, while the other option is steamy. This is meant to specifically be in contrast to UBW and HF, where Rin’s scene is almost comical in how awkward it is, and Sakura’s are rather blatantly sexualized.
Escaping Fate
Chapter 14-2
Embracing You
I…
Ought to double-check on Sakura. It hadn’t really occurred to me before, but yesterday’s battle was the first time I’d seen her fight, and this whole situation had to be dredging up some thoughts from her I’m sure she’d rather not have.
Also, I could thwart her dominance in the kitchen.
The light in Sakura’s room was not on, though, so I tapped faintly on her door to see if she was up yet. When she didn’t respond, I decided I’d try peeking into her room.
The futon wasn’t even out.*
I scratched the back of my head. It looked like Sakura had not even gone to bed in the first place, and I wondered where she could have gone.
Glancing back toward the living room to see the dancing light from the television casting shadows about—Yumi seemed to be watching something more action-packed—I decided to check the bath first. Though we tended to go with the traditional way of bathing in the evening, last night we had not really had a chance to, so it made sense if Sakura was preparing a bath.
Nobody in the bath either.
I wandered back to the exterior hall and noticed out the porch that the light to the dojo was on. This was a gamble: I had a feeling that Caren might actually have not gone to sleep and was doing something in preparation instead, so it was a fifty-fifty chance that I would regret stepping in. But, well, with no sign of Sakura, the whole reason I even wanted to check in with her felt more important on my mind.
I pulled the door open and peeked in to find Sakura kneeling at the front of the room. Sighing with relief, I quietly padded in and closed the door behind me. “Sakura?”
BGM on
Sakura startled and looked back over her shoulder at me, as if coming out of a trance. She smiled at me, though the smile was tinged with something that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. “Senpai, shouldn’t you be sleeping?”
I plopped down as she turned to face me. “I just can’t seem to settle down. What about you?”
“Too many things on my mind,” Sakura said.
Nodding, I considered my words carefully. “I wanted to talk with you about that…see how you were doing. I know that this sort of situation doesn’t bring up the greatest of memories for you.” I bit my tongue and kept from saying more; even thinking about it before hand, it just comes across way too blunt and unfortunate.
Sakura tilted her head slightly, watching me carefully. The inquisitive look on her face gave way to a faint smile, and her eyes closed. “Senpai, you worry too much. You should be sitting with Yumi if you’re going to be concerned about anyone.”
“With all that’s happened I realized I hadn’t talked with you about it. I don’t want you to feel like I’m just loading things onto your shoulders when you want nothing to do with it.”
“I don’t, and you aren’t.”
I frowned.
Sakura kept me from retorting, though. “Where are you going, Senpai? I mean, what do you intend to do after all of this?”
“I’m not really sure I know what you mean.”
“After everything is resolved with Yumi. After she graduates from high school and goes to college or finds a job or gets married. What do you plan on doing afterward?”
The question caught me completely askance and I felt my brain short-circuit from the weight. I stared dumbly at her. “I…well, uh, don’t know, exactly.”
“But your mind has been on it a lot lately,” Sakura said.
I nodded, despite myself. It had to be on my mind every time I tried reaching for my goals, tried practicing magic. When Tohsaka had returned from London and brought word of that guy Yuushi having a Sealing Designation place on him, it had slowly started to settle in on me that there were probably many people like him out there in the world right now. I had understood that logically, of course, but honestly, though I toted my ideals as something to strive for, my world was a small one. I’d never even been outside of Japan, for one thing.
Someday, when I had this down—or even, before I did, if it took too long—I would have to chase after that ideal. And that meant leaving this place.
“I came in here to talk with Saber-san,” Sakura explained, blushing faintly. “I remember how she always came in here to meditate.”
I nodded slowly. It wasn’t terribly different from how I visited Illya’s grave, I suppose. Saber just didn’t have a proper grave.
“Nee-san and I have talked about this a little, and it always made me sad, thinking about it.” Sakura’s gaze drifted up to the ceiling. “Saber-san was alone, right? The story that she pulled the sword from the stone, that she became king, it meant a lonely existence. The books on it even say she was betrayed by the few that were close to her.”
“Yeah.” It was clear as such in what I had seen of her memories, as well, the distance her knights had to her.
“But she knew that and took up the responsibility anyway,” Sakura said.
I nodded again.
“And then she met you.”
I couldn’t help but snort a little. When she put it like that, it seemed more grandiose than it really was. “I think my contribution was very slight compared to the rest of her life. Sakura, what are you getting at?”
“Do you think that…had you been at her side all that time, quietly supporting her, it might have made a difference? That she might not have learned to regret her decision enough to try wishing upon the Grail, and could have been proud of the outcome like you wanted for her?”
I stared back at Sakura, a sense of unreality assailing me. Saber had come upon that conclusion in the end, though it seemed to have been a hard-won decision on her part. I didn’t quite know what my part in it all was; Saber had said she loved me, and I certainly felt the same way, but what that did for her…I’m not sure. I had never really thought it was tied to how she felt about herself. “I…suppose it could have helped,” I said. “I just don’t really have enough to go on, though.”
A slight breath came from Sakura, like she was stifling a laugh. “Senpai, you really don’t value how important you can be to those that love you.”
“Maybe.”
BGM off
BGM on
“Then I want you to understand,” Sakura said, leaning forward. “I know that someday, you’re going to pursue your dream. And that it means leaving here for long periods of time, maybe even forever. I don’t know if you’ll ever find it in yourself to partner up with someone to have help, or if you will always be alone, but…I don’t want you to make the same mistakes Saber-san did. And I don’t think she would want you to either.”
Sakura reached up to put her hands on my shoulders, and I wilted slightly at the intensity of Sakura’s expression.
“We’re here. Nee-san, Yumi-chan, Fujimura-sensei, me. We’re your support, in the way that you tried to be for Saber-san. Because we love you.”**
I flushed at those words—forward in a way that I had never heard her before—but could not help but smile back at her.
“I know that, well, your love is directed elsewhere, but I want you to understand that ours is with you. Nee-san included, though she’d never admit it,” Sakura giggled.
My eyes dropped a little. “Sorry.”
“Well, I’m not going to say it. I already asked for Saber-san’s forgiveness,” Sakura said. “So, now, I’m just going to support you. Like you’ve always tried your best to support me and everyone else.”
Soft, warm skin touched my lips, and I could not help but bring an arm up to cradle Sakura’s shoulders as she leaned over me. Her hair tickled against my cheek and I felt her hands gently push my chest until I was laying down.
“Sakura,” I whispered when she pulled away, her hand delicately brushing hair back behind her ear, “I…don’t.” I stumbled over the words. “I don’t want…to, you know…do something that…reminds you, or—” I wanted to kick myself, though, as bringing it up in the first place was probably just as likely to remind her.
The smile that she gave me was tinged with the same kind of amusement that reminded me that she was, in fact, Tohsaka’s sister. “Senpai, a girl does not want to hear those sort of things when she has her first kiss.”
My head exploded. That I had given Sakura her first kiss, but from what I understood of her home life, yet the fact that she seemed okay with this—
“The look on your face is pretty funny,” she said, before leaning down for another kiss.
When she withdrew the second time, my breath was uneven and I could not help but blush at the feeling of her body against mine. My arms acted on their own, however, and had come up to hold her to me. “I just don’t want to hurt you,” I muttered.
Sakura shook her head. “This is my decision. That is enough for me.”
Though when I felt her hands reach for the waistband of my pants, I could not help but feel my eyes bug out. “S-Sakura…”
Sakura was blushing furiously now. “Um, well, I did say I came here to ask for Saber-san’s forgiveness.” She chuckled weakly. “I know that you’ve been concerned about your prana.”
“Um, well…”
Sakura smiled again, and leaned back up to kiss me. The gentle touch of her lips made my mind turn around, though what she whispered against my skin made the rest of me tense. “I told you, I’m going to support you. Just let me worry about that, and you can worry about all the trouble we’re going to face with this demon, okay?”
“That seems…really unfair,” I said, gasping as her hand feathered across the skin just above my waist.
I’m just not sure which was unfair: the one-sidedness she perceived of this relationship or what she was doing to me.
Sakura ignored my complaint and pulled at my shirt, urging me to sit up and lift my arms so she could pull it off. When it cleared my head, she did the same with her own shirt, and I could not help but deer-in-headlights at the sight of her milky skin and the curves of her chest. Sakura grinned, though she could not hide the blush that went right up her neck and about her face.
“Um…” I tried accessing rational ideas from my brain. “…God.”
Thanks, stupid brain.
Sakura giggled—which did lovely things about her chest—and she leaned back in to press her body against mine, lips to my lips. I could not help but return the gesture, wrapping my arms fully around her and holding her tightly, even as I felt her move her hips faintly in a very tantalizing motion. The only thing that forced my hand was the lack of oxygen from the kiss, and when we drew apart, she reached down to unbuckle me.
I felt a blush mirroring hers creep up my neck. “Um, Sakura, just…it was…well—”
“Hush. I know you haven’t actually done this many times,” Sakura whispered into my ear. She leaned back just enough to first undo her own skirt, standing to pull it off, and I could not do anything but watch in fascination as she did the same with her underwear. She then knelt beside me and helped me take my own pants and underwear off. “It’ll be okay.”
I shuddered as she took me in her hand, moving slightly as her lips met mine once more, then trailed off down my neck. I gasped and I felt her smile against my skin. “O…kay,” I managed.
She moved over me, gently guided her hand as her hips moved over mine, then brought herself down as she encircled my shoulders with her arms. I felt every nerve in my body tingle and had to lean back, catching myself with my hands so I didn’t just drop straight to the floor. “Sakura,” I moaned.
Her hips wiggled slightly at that, and her cheek nuzzled against my neck as she moved over me. “Just tell me when you’re ready,” she whispered.
Honestly, I could’ve been ready right there.
Sakura gently swayed and I reached up with one arm to hold her flush against me as she moved. The faint gasping she did with each stroke demanded that I close my eyes and listen carefully, hoping to catch anything that would cause her to feel what I was.
Carefully, I gave her a little push so she leaned back before pressing my lips to her neck. The scent of faint perfume and taste of her skin was enough that I had to take hold of her completely and pull her in tighter, causing a deeper moan to escape her throat. My fingertips dug into her skin to drive her down harder with each motion, and I felt my toes curl almost painfully.
Her hips clinched, and I felt her take me in deeper, the warmth surrounding me becoming unbearably accepting.
I gasped for air over her shoulder before my muscles tightened. I barely made out, “Sakura,” before I felt the tension in me build up much faster than before and my teeth clenched, keeping any further words from me.
I watched in a haze over her shoulder as Sakura’s hips moved hypnotically over me and I felt her warm breath against my ear. “Come, Senpai,” she whispered.
And I surrendered to her command.
BGM off
My mind cloudy, I could only remember the sound of Sakura’s gasp as I released inside of her, remember the feeling of her warmth tightening around me, then the realization I was flat on my back and breathing harder than any battle might have brought me to. Sakura lay half atop me and I embarrassingly felt my body leave hers as we came down from the coital tension from before.
Birds were chirping, and I’m not exactly sure if they were outside or in my mind.
Sakura shook against me in a pleasant-feeling sense of laughter. “I just realized anyone could have walked in on us. We should be more careful.”
I think I managed a vocalization. Maybe.
“How are you feeling?” she asked, looking up at me.
I belatedly remembered why exactly we were doing this, and nodded. Though now it felt like every nerve I had was pleasantly running a marathon along my skin, I could feel the magical energy about my body doing the same. “Very much better,” I said. Though it probably sounded more like “Uree nnch tur.”
We stayed that way for a while, catching breaths and waiting for heartbeats to slow. Sakura watched me the entire time, a curious look on her face, and I wondered what it is she saw.
“I should probably think about making breakfast if anyone is going to get full prana stock,” I said, glancing at the window. Light was readily more apparent now.
“No, I’ll go prepare food. You should go and plan with nee-san and Ortensia-san about what to do next.”
I sighed. “You’ve become quite bossy in the last few years, you know that?”
A smile and a short giggle. “Then I’ll be even moreso.” She leveled me with an even stare. “Take care of everything you need to. Then come back home. Your family will be waiting for you.”
Escaping Fate, Embracing You, Out
*In a traditional Japanese home, there is no bed. Instead, a person has a folded futon that they break out every evening and fold back up every morning. The rooms in the Emiya household proper are like this; the guest room outhouse where Rin stays is Western-styled and has a bed.
**Why do I hear Sakura saying it as, “Aishite orimasu”? Damn you, Kimi ni Todoke.
Omake
“Senpai,” Sakura said, “I know that…you fell in love with Saber-san. I know that your heart will always belong to her.”
I nodded slowly.
“Then…at least let me have your body!”
Sakura dove at me head-first and we careened into the far wall of her room. I winced as the laminate and wood tried to ram into the back of my skull, and when my senses returned, Sakura had expertly managed to unzip my pants.
With her teeth.
“W-wait, S-S-Sakura, I don’t think—”
The door to the dojo shoved open, and Tohsaka stood there, looking red in the face. “Sakura!”
Any attempt at explaining the situation or trying to pry Sakura off of me went out the window when I felt a swirl of something warm and wet move over me. I groaned as Sakura glanced back to her sister. “Spying on us, nee-san?”
Tohsaka’s eyes looked ready to shoot lasers at us.
“Are you angry for Saber-san’s sake? Or for your own sake?” Sakura began pumping her hand, and I felt all reason leave my mind.
“I…just thought we’d do this fairly. I know you’ve liked him for a long time now.” I cracked my eyes open to see Tohsaka looking away at that moment, her hair flying in a huff behind her.
Sakura’s breath against me was…almost too much. I could feel her exhale play across my skin. “Well, then, why don’t we do this fairly?”
Huh?
Gritting her teeth, Tohsaka said, “Fine!” and suddenly she was on her knees next to her sister, and—
…!
This…
Just…
Sakura smiled as her sister pulsed her head up and down, then turned that smile my way. “Whoever makes him come first, two out of three times, wins?”
Tohsaka hummed something and I groaned.
Bad End?
Continue to Chapter 15
Last edited by Arashi_Leonhart; July 4th, 2012 at 11:52 AM.
Localizationing stuff
BEST END.
2 Girls 1 Pole
I seriously blame this forum for that omake :P
Localizationing stuff
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You seriously need to write that Madoka/Angel Beats crossover.
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