Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Oh look, fanfic.

CYRUS HELP ME BETA KTHNX.

- Fate/Stay Night: continue? y/n -

The first time was a complete disaster.

Again he was summoned; again he followed as Lancer killed the boy and Rin revived him and Saber was summoned. And as he neared Shirou’s house, Kanshou and Bakuya at the ready, he saw Lancer fleeing and--

He thought he heard Shirou shout something, thought he could hear Saber’s faint reply, but he had already found himself impaled on Caliburn and as he met Rin’s eyes apologetically, the final thought that entered his mind was: Well, that was fast.

(stop.rewind)

The second time, he was careful, his Mind’s Eye allowing him to barely dodge the brunt of Saber’s blow. He stayed in Rin’s mansion, resting, till Shirou got himself kidnapped and Saber insisted on going to find him.

And then despite his protests, Rin insisted, and he found himself facing Berserker alone while the other three fled. He could have easily escaped then, but the emotions he thought Counter Guardianship had long crushed returned and left him trying to save Ilya.

As he stood in his Reality Marble, Berserker roaring and flying at him, he had the sudden, ironic thought that at least this Shirou would have to experience the same.

(stop.rewind)

He really should have known better the third time.

His betrayal of Rin went as planned - though it hurt, to see her so deject - and he had Saber, if not healthy, then at least alive. He still kept watch over Shirou’s house, checking on Rin, though watching her have sex with Shirou was among the most painful experiences he had ever undergone.

And then he let his guard down for one night, and the next morning, Kuzuki was telling them about how he had disposed of the two the night before. Suddenly, there were no obstacles left, but even as he watched Kuzuki and Caster destroy themselves against Gilgamesh, even as he quickly killed the weakened king, the same way he had killed Lancer just a while before, his victory suddenly seemed hollow.

He stood in front of the Holy Grail that was Shinji, and wished for his existence as a Counter Guardian to end. It didn’t happen, and he found himself back in the Throne of Heroes, dreaming of his Master, barely noticing as the world tore itself apart.

(stop.REWIND)

The fourth time, nothing went the way it was supposed to.

He watched as the playing field changed, the issue of Sakura derailing his original plans. He stood aside as Sakura absorbed the Servants one by one, waiting for the chance that didn’t seem like it would ever come.

But then Shirou let Sakura die, and Rin and Ilya were suddenly in danger. He fled with Rin, then went back for Ilya, and when he returned to the Tohsaka mansion, Shirou was standing over his Master, projected Noble Phantasms poised to fall.

And even though he was faster, even though Bakuya severed Shirou’s spinal cord before the boy could even turn, Rin screamed. And when Shirou collapsed, blood dripping onto her, she only stared, unfocused, into his blank eyes.

They won, but as he brought the Grail to Rin, and laid Ilya’s fevered body in front of her, she only cowered away, staring at the materialized Grail as though it were pure poison. And then she touched it, and everything stopped.

(STOPREWIND)

This time, he swore, it would go right.

And so he stood outside the church, Shirou’s lifeless body at his feet. Cautiously, he prodded it.

Nothing.

Sighing, he turned to consider the church entrance. Well, he hadn’t exactly expected it to work anyway. Now, he could either try and find some other way to end this, or go back inside and help Rin...

He projected Rule Breaker, stabbed himself with it, and resignedly turned towards the church doors.

fin.