Shirou, Blade of Emiya

[Dunno.]

Non-Canon extra 1: Shikuna.

"Archer, take point." Rin Tohsaka ordered me, her Archer-class Servant, to prepare. Instead of gaining distance, however, I shuffled over towards the Berserker-class Servant standing at the end of the road, surrounded by an air of untamed power. Seeing my action, Rin barked at me, "Archer, what are you doing? Move!"

"Don't worry, Master. I can take care of him, easy-peasy," I reassured. Taking my hands out of my pant pockets, I lowered myself, nonchalantly stretching my legs.

"That's Heracles, you dolt! You don't stand a chance, you'd lose!" the Magus of Thighs yelled in incredulity, unable to see where her Servant's confidence was coming from. She knew her Servant was odd since she had summoned him, but she didn't think he'd be crazy enough to challenge the famed Greek hero alone.

"Nah, I'd win," my words came out as if it were a fact, not an extremely imperious comment. Finishing my warm ups, I shot to my feet and glared at the towering giant before me, my figure brimming with utmost confidence.

"Your Servant doesn't seem to know who he's up against," Illyasviel Von Einzbern, Master of Berserker, commented. She leaned forward, arms folded behind her back, then ordered in a soft tone that did not fit her next words, "Berserker, kill him."

With a burst of speed that belied his size, Heracles' figure flickered out of sight and reappeared right before me in the blink of an eye, arm extended skyward. Reacting swiftly, I raised my reinforced arm and deflected the stone-axe he brandished with ease. The force of the impact shattered the ground beneath me, sending shards of stone flying in all directions.

Moving, I went out of the Greek demi-god's sight with a flurry of dust and materialized to their flank, arm pulled back in preparation for a powerful punch. Before he could respond, my clenched fist embedded itself on the Servant's face, launching him backward with incredible force. The Greek hero crashed through the brick wall of a nearby building, debris rained down around him as he tumbled across the floor, before finally skidding to a halt.

With a crazed smile, I leaped forward and landed near the Servant's rising form. Taking a closer look, he appeared to be unharmed despite taking a direct hit to the face. I wasn't discouraged by this, a simple punch like that wouldn't be enough to hurt a demi-god such as himself.

"Cleave," I whispered while throwing my open hand in a diagonal sweep. Following my act, a deep slash suddenly ran across Heracles' chest, causing their blood to splatter in the wind like confetti.

Due to my body's unique properties as a "sword", I was able to develop the ability to cut and slice through anything within a certain range with either a thought of a simple gesture. Even the System acknowledged my efforts and created a Skill known as [Dismantle and Cleave], much to my surprise and delight.

The Servant ignored the wound as if it never existed and swung his weapon at me. Anticipating it, I quickly crouched, letting the axe pass harmlessly, then delivered a retaliatory strike that knocked the demi-god off his feet.

Undeterred, Heracles swiftly recovered and released an ear piercing roar that made the surroundings quiver like a terrified child. He twisted his wrist, directing the jagged edge of his stone-axe in my direction. Lifting a hand, I intercepted the weapon and threw an attack of my own that he effortlessly blocked.

Our scuffle quickly turned into a clash of sparks, limbs blurring due to the inhuman speed in which we delivered our blows. With a flurry, the demi-god aimed to breach my defenses with his superior strength, but my impeccable timing and reflexes allowed me to weave through every attack. Despite the madness that plagued his mind, removing his ability to make rational decisions, he still retained the majority of his martial prowess.

Even with my dexterity, however, the son of Zeus proved to be my better in single combat, capitalizing on a mistake I unknowingly made and managed to break through my guard to land a decisive hit. The power behind it flung me across the room like a missle, smashing through the structure, before slamming into a parked car with a deafening crash, denting the metal and shattering the windows.

A cacophony of screams erupted from all directions accompanied panicked shuffling of footsteps. I payed the civilians no mind, letting their voices blend into the background in favour of pushing myself off the vehicle.

Out of the blue, my instincts sent warning signals in my mind, prompting me to jump to the side and narrowly evaded a weighty chop aimed for my head, splintering the car into pieces.

"Cleave," I said, aiming to deprive the giant of his sight by gouging his eyes. In response, the Servant let out nothing more than a growl. Bending his knees slighty, Heracles lunged forward while sending a torrent of wide cuts and slashes at my figure. Using nothing but his sense of hearing to pin point my location, he charge at me with determination.

I deftly maneuvered around his axe using the surrounding buildings as cover, taking advantage of every opening I could find to deliver swift cuts and slashes. Our duel tore through countless structures, resulting in our preceded path to be bestrewed with death and destruction. In the midst of our clash, I made a simple slashing motion at his neck, which in turn caused his head to fly off his shoulders, killing him instantaneously. His body slumped forward as it lost strength, dropping to the ground with a thud.

Instead of relaxing, however, the air around me only grew more tense. I watched as a burst of smoke engulfed the demi-god's corpse, sealing his wounds shut and regenerating his lost head in the blink of an eye, before rising to his feet the next second without issue. Heracles' Noble Phantasm, God Hand, was a tricky one; not only did it give him 11 additional lives to spare, but also gain an exceptional amount of resistance to whatever killed him upon resurrection. Taking a breath, I spoke, "That's one. Eleven more to go."

Kicking off the ground, the two of us launched ourselves at each other without hesitation, engaging in another fierce battle that sent shockwaves across the busy streets of Fuyuki. The Servant raised his arm to intercept a swing directed at his head, but I pulled back at the last second and used the the momentum to spin around, landing a powerful kick to his face.

Without pausing, he snatched me off the air and sent me hurtling like a leaf in the wind. I flew through several walls before crashing into a storefront. Shards of glass rained around me as I rolled across the tiled floor, finally coming to rest amid the wreckage of shattered displays.

To the side, the partition crumbled to reveal the sprinting form of Heracles. He tackled me off the ground and drove through the wall behind me, which shattered under the impact. Raising his hand, the demi-god took hold of my clothes and brutally hammered me into the asphalt road, scraping my head as he ran along. With a twist, I slithered out of the giant's hold and delivered a cut through his neck, followed up by another, then another, until his head got lopped off once again, killing him.

"Two," I announced. Before he could fully regenerate, I grabbed him by the arm and threw him over my shoulders, sending him to the sky. Sifting through my Reality Marble, I summoned a dozen swords of immense power and launched them at the airborne Servant, hitting them with precision, resulting in another extra life being lost. Before he could touch the ground, I crouched low, knees flexed, and then propelled myself into the air, shouting, "That makes three. Is that all you got, Heracles!?"

Regaining conciousness, Berserker bellowed loudly and brought his weapon to bear, swinging in a deadly arc as I neared his position. Dodging it, I then delivered a horizontal cut to the Servant's neck, but failed to inflict any lasting damage for he had gained some level of immunity to my technique.

"Tch," I clicked my tongue as I dodged his ensuing attack. Using Projection, I created a sturdy line of chains and lashed out, enfolding the towering giant with it. Using his weight to accelerate my spin, I tossed him to the ground at the apex of my rotation. The following collision cratered the earth and produced a loud boom that shattered all nearby windows.

I fell down as gravity took hold over me and made a graceful touchdown. From under the dirt and rubble, Heracles emerged with a vengeance and rushed towards me, axe in hand. However, he was denied from moving any further by the chains wrapped around his chest.

Taking the opportunity, I empowered my next slash with more magical energy and pierced the demi-god's heightened defenses with a bit of struggle, killing him for the fourth time. Heracles came back to life shortly after, brimming with renewed vigour. Roaring in defiance, the shackles that bound him creaked as he exerted more strength into his muscles. Through sheer physical might, he broke the chains and ran, executing a storm ofr destructive blows at my figure.

I ducked and rolled, avoiding the majority of his strikes, but not all. However, I was not at all worried; even if I did get injured, Avalon—the Ever Distant Utopia, immediately went into action and let out a subtle glow, mending my wounds.

Spinning, I threw a downward chop at my opponent. Seeing this, Berserker raised a hand to block it, but the attack never came. My figure faded, revealing itself as nothing more than an after image, while the real attack came from the opposite direction. My left hand delivered a cut the giant's center, flinging him back with force and tearing the ground like paper.

As he tumbled across the road, a tsunami of swords showered the Servant from above, pinning him onto the ground like a pincushion. Using another drove of blades, I riddled his head with holes, taking his fifth life. As he lied down on the ground, regenerating, I stood before him, hand grasping at a beautiful sword that invoked a sense of elegance and dignity.

I waited for his cranium to reform, then acted. "O Sword of Selection, give me strength," I held the brilliant sword high above my head, then brought it down while calling out the weapon's name, "Merodach!" The Original Sin, Sword of Choosing, decapitated the Servant in one clean slice, removing his sixth life.

"Another six to go," I said, dismissing the blade. Taking advantage of my momentary lapse in attention, the newly revived Heracles gripped my ankles and hurled me to the other side of the street. The Servant released a roar laced with rage and gave chase, obliterating everything that obstructed its path towards me.

Halting my roll, I spun and made a cutting gesture, successfully removing my opponent's right arm off their shoulder. Unperturbed, Berserker caught the stone-axe with his other hand and threw it at me with a mighty heave, taking me by surprise. I hastily raised my arm to redirect the weapon's trajectory, which in turn shattered my forearm from the sheer force behind it. The axe flew past me, smashing into a random abode and destroying it.

After some more exchanges, he retrieved his weapon and our battle went on uninterrupted like a natural disaster, terrorizing the citizens of the city. We passed through many roads and structures, causing an incalculable amount of damage and the deaths of hundreds of people unfortunate enough to be in our way. He broke a pillar from an elevated highway and casted it in my direction, letting the road collapse. Flicking my wrist, I chopped the column into small slabs, preventing myself from being struck.

Using everything in my arsenal without reserve, I managed to kill the demi-god for the seventh, eighth, ninth, and tenth time, but was unable to continue the streak due to an unexpected move my opponent did.

"Kuh!" I pained grunt escaped my lips as Berserker's fist dug into my stomach, followed by an overhead strike that buried me to the earthen ground. Lifting his legs, Heracles kicked me off the floor, launching me across the dirt at high-speeds. With gritted teeth, I Projected countless armaments in the air and fired them, but the demi-god skillfully deflected and evaded them, making light of my projectiles, only keeping him in place for a few seconds.

However, that small window was all I need to employ my next move. While raising my hands, the world seemed to gradually still, all noise fading into obscurity as if bracing for what's to come. I folded my pinky and ring fingers, leaving the others open, and pressed them together. With a smirk, I pronounced with resolution, "Domain Expansion: Shrine of Unlimited Blades."

Without warning, everything within a 200 meter radius with me as the center disintegrated into non-existence, minced by an invisible force that repeatedly cut and sliced through anything that there was, including the famed Greek hero, Heracles, leading him to lose another life, the eleventh one.

Shrine of Unlimited Blades was something I've developed over the years by using Unlimited Blade Works as a reference. Instead of creating a whole separate dimension like a usual Reality Marble would, a 'Domain Expansion' takes what already exist in the world and transforms it to manifest the caster's inner-self for a limited amount of time.

"One more," I said while keeping my hands together. The grin on my face quickly morphed into one of surprise; in the distance, I watched as the demi-god defied all odds and restored his form amongst the discord of slashes, slowly trudging towards me with an unstoppable gait. After dying over half a dozen times from my [Dismantle and Cleave] Skill, the Berserker-class Servant had become effectively immune to the technique no matter how much I increased its output.

A smile reappeared on my face as I pulled my hands apart, steadily weakening the effects of my Domain Expansion. If cutting him wasn't enough, then I'll just use something else. The ground beneath me suddenly glowed an iridescent orange and turned into molten slag as a large sword etched with intricate symbols that shone like a second sun manifested in my grasp, accompanied by a bow that released a wave of divine essence.

Using Alteration, the sun-like blade stretched itself into a more aerodynamic form before being notched into the divine bow with familiarity. The bow of Artemis, goddess of the hunt, one of the few genuine Noble Phantasms in my possession, groaned as I pulled the string back. My arm quivered under the strain, but I pushed through and aimed at the demi-god in front, who just happened to have finished his resurrection.

"Laevateinn!" I called out while letting the blade surge forward. The sword of Surtr, bringer of Ragnarok, tore through the air, soaring across the sky like a beacon. With this, I can confidently say that my qualifications for the Archer-class has been proven.

The impact sent shockwaves rippling through the air, stirring the winds into a frenzy. It was as if the sun itself had appeared on Earth, melting the ground and filling the air with nothing ash and cinder. The buildings, whatever remained of them, crumbled into fine dust as pillars of flame that ate anything it touched exploded outward. It was safe to say that Heracles did not survive the cataclysmic explosion, eliminating him for the last time.

"Ah, I shouldn't have done that." My mind was going in and out of conciousness from the rebound of using a Divine Construct—Laevateinn. Why did I immediately resort to using such powerful armament when there were other things I could have used? Was I just that desperate to use it because I never did so back when I was alive? Oh well, no point worrying about it now.

I turned around, gazing at the apocalyptic landscape with a blank stare. Raising my hands, I clapped, prompting a stream of magical energy encapsulated the entire city in an instant. Opening my mouth, I commanded the world, "This never happened."

With that, the threads of fate stirred as history shifted to fulfill my wishes.

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"I'm dreaming… that's the only logical answer; I am inside a dream." Rin Tohsaka paced back and forth inside her abode, the events that occurred earlier still fresh in her mind. Not only did her Servant kill Berserker 12 times in a row, but he also utter obliterated most of Fuyuki with his Noble Phantasm.

'Who the hell is he?' the magus wondered. Had she unknowingly summoned the Devil, perhaps? She didn't think it was even possible to do that! And that wasn't even where it ends. Just when she thought the whole city was doomed, her Servant spoke some gibberish words she could not understand and restored everything to how it was in the blink of an eye. Scratching her head, she shouted in frustration, "How!?"

"What's going through your mind, Master?" Speak of the... Devil, her Servant appeared from the kitchen with a tray of delicious meals. He gently placed the dishes on the table and spoke, "Here, sit-sit."

Not wanting to defy the being before her, she immediately sat down, shaking as if an earthquake had accosted her body. On the other side of the table, a little girl with snow-white hair stared at the foodstuff, then nervously asked, "Uhm, sir… what is this?"

"This, Illya, is a gift before I leave this place." Archer neared the albino and caressed her head, causing her to let out an adorable squeal. Rin, unable to resist the delicious aroma, was already stuffing her face with a face full of joyful tears. After a bit of hesitation, Illya joined the feast.

A while later, after cleaning the dishes, the three sat down in the living room in silence.

"So, anything you guys want to ask?" Archer asked, breaking the stillness between them.

"Uhm," Illya spoke up, raising her pallid hand. "Who… who are you?"

"Oh, you know me," the Servant returned, smirking.

"I do? I-I don't think I k-know anyone like you…" the young girl responded, her words tripping over themselves.

"I am Emiya Shirou, your brother," he revealed, deciding to not beat around the bush anymore. He stood up and placed the young Einzbern onto his lap, pulling her in a tender embrace and scaring the living daylights out of her. "Well, not exactly. I'm from the future, after all," he clarified to his astounded companions.

Much, much later, after they had calmed down from the revelation, the group once again sat in silence. Illya was still sitting on Shirou's lap, now in a state of utter confusion and disbelief.

"So let me get this straight." Rin pinched the bridge of her nose. "You're a different version of that idiot?" The Servant responded with a simple "Yep" while continuing to rub the albino's hair.

Illya interjected, her voice shaking, "But-but…uhm, how did big brother get so strong?"

"Training," the redhead cooly replied, before playfully pinching Illya's cheeks.

"Unbelievable," Rin voiced out her thoughts, directing her eyes at the man. "That worry-wart of an idiot became a Heroic Spirit, a pretty strong one at that. Just how did that idiot do it!"

"I love you too, Rin," said the so-called idiot. Rin faltered after processing his words, her cheeks flushing bright crimson. She quickly averted her gaze, feeling herself melt from the myriad of emotions sweeping through her mind. The young woman couldn't help but feel more self-conscious even more so than before, how can she look at Shirou's face after this? Her heart just wouldn't stop beating loudly inside her chest.

On the other hand, Illya could only slump in Shirou's arms, still shocked by the information he's told her prior; her father, Kiritsugu Emiya, never left her and was actively searching for her since the end of the Holy Grail War, but failed in the end due to her grandfather's interference. Her eyes were misting over, swimming with unshed droplets. But then, she felt the comforting presence of her brother wrap around her form. She soon found herself drifting off into a deep slumber, encased by the warmth of her family, a feeling she hadn't felt in a long time.

END.​

A/N: I was bored and wrote this in one sitting without much planning.

 

[Dunno.]

Non-Canon extra 2: Parallel mayhem.

It was a peaceful, wintry sunday in Chaldea—well, as peaceful as it can get when it involves countless legends of a bygone era. Let's ignore all of that for now and focus on the important stuff; today was a rather special day for Ritsuka Fujimaru, as he had finally summoned another Servant after wasting a mountain's worth of Saint Quarts (May God rest his soul).

The Servant was a man of tall stature wearing a gray cloak over their lithe yet muscular frame, while a pure-white helmet with two horns protruding from each side encased his head. Through the helmet's eye-holes reveals a hollow visage devoid of eyes, as if staring into the abyss itself.

Currently, him and Mash are giving the new Lancer-class Servant a tour of the place, visiting various areas such as the training room where Cú Chulainn and his parallel selves occupied most of the time, medical bay where Nightingale basically lived, and the dormitories where employees and Heroic Spirits alike retire for the night after a hard day's work.

"Well, there's only really one place that we haven't gone to yet," Ritsuka mentioned.

"And what would that be?" the newly summoned Lancer asked.

"The kitchen, which is nearby—about two more turns," the Last Master of Humanity answered, pointing forward. With a nod, the trio sauntered through Chaldea's muted halls in comfortable silence, until the adorable eggplant kohai decided to ask a question.

"Um, Lancer-san?" the aforementioned Servant turned, waiting for her to continue. "It'd be confusing to call you Lancer since there's already a lot of them around. What should we call you?"

"Yeah. We can't just call you 'Lancer'. Everyone here usually goes by their name, except a select few," Ritsuka chimed in.

"Hm…" Lancer hummed, thinking. "Then I'm afraid you'll have to increase the nunber of Servants who refuse to disclose their name, as I would like my True Name to remain hidden. Though, you may call me "Hollow Knight" for now."

Ritsuka didn't bother asking the reason, there's already a lot of Servants here who kept their identity to themselves. One more won't make a difference.

"Oh… I see," Mash nodded. She then looked at the brilliant spear in his hand and asked, "I've been wondering, why does your weapon look like Rhongomyniad?"

"Because it is the very same one, little girl. It's merely been modified to be more slim," the Hollow Knight revealed without a second thought. The two were shocked at the revelation that someone else apart from Artoria wielded the divine spear, but quickly dispelled their surprise and continued walking. They've been hit with more surprising things before. A minute passed, and they finally arrived at the cafeteria.

"Well, here we are," Ritsuka announced. Nearing the entrance, the door slid open to reveal a rather spacious eatery filled to the brim with hungry Heroic Spirits chowing down on their meals.

As they entered, a voice exploded near the front of the kitchen, "Hey, Copycat! isn't it my turn in the kitchen today?"

"Piss off, Fraud. Can't you read?" the other individual, the 'Copycat', shot back while pointing at a calendar stuck on the wall.

"Says the bitch who can't think of anything original. How about we meet up in the training grounds? I'll show you a technique I haven't used since the Heian era," the 'Fraud' countered, causing the Copycat's brows to twitch in agitation.

"Oh? What's that technique supposed to be? Kneeling down on your knees and using your lips to get rid of my stress?" the Copycat scoffed. "I'm flattered, but I'm into women."

"Would it even matter? You and I, we literally look like cute girls despite being men. We can even invite Chevalier and Paris if you want, I wouldn't mind," Fraud returned with a less than brilliant rebuttal, the corners of his mouth sliding upward.

"Still a 'no' for me—wait, you didn't even deny it." Copycat's face twisted in horror. "Get away from me, you sexual deviant!"

"Stay the hell away from the Malevolent Kitchen, then I'll get out of your hair!" the 'deviant' started pushing the other person away from the cooking station rather forcefully, which was met with resistance. They dropped to the ground, grappling with one another in ways that's unsafe for children to witness.

Meanwhile, a small group emerged from kitchen area, watching the pair's squabble unfold. Minamoto-no-Raikou placed a hand on her lips, giggling, "Uh-oh, they're at it again, it seems."

"Haah…" Boudica sighed. "I don't really know if they're supposed to be enemies or lovers at this point. Are they fighting or cuddling? Also, since when did this place get renamed to Malevolent Kitchen?"

"I think it's wonderful!" Tamamo-no-Mae remarked, watching the two wrestle on the floor. "Aah… if only Husband treated me the same way," she then went off to her own little world.

Ritsuka, Mash, the Hollow Knight, and practically everyone else nearby, watched the drama as well with an amused expression. This happened quite often, so nobody made a fuss about it. They merely treated it as entertainment. The new Lancer Servant stilled, recognition flashing through his nonexistent eyes.

"Ah, sorry about that, Hollow Knight. Those two… well, I don't know why but they keep fighting, but I assure you they're good people. They just can't stand each other for some reason," Ritsuka explained the pair's dynamic.

"For my sanity's sake, who are those two?" Lancer inquired. His sight never left the duo, feeling a spark of connection between them.

"Ah? Oh, the 'Copycat' is an Archer who goes by 'Nameless'. While 'Fraud' is also another Archer who goes by 'Sukuna'," his Master responded. "No one really knows who they are since they kept their names a secret, but some Japanese Servants thinks Sukuna is from the Heian era by the way he dresses and how he keeps mentioning an ability he hasn't used since that time. Nameless on the other hand, we have nothing apart from that he may have been from a time either before or right after Gilgamesh due to how much Noble Phantasms he has."

"They're also the best chefs we have," Mash added with a smile.

"Huh… I see," Lancer drifted off. Nameless and Sukuna continued bantering, arguing who gets to use the kitchen and other pointless nonsense, until another figure came into the equation, breaking them up by pulling the other away.

"There's no need for strife, but rather, show kindness to one another," the newly added person attempted to stop the chaos, wearing a hypnotizing smile on their adorable face as they gazed down on the two.

"And that's Miquella, a Ruler-class Servant… and also another person who doesn't want to reveal their identity," Ritsuka introduced. For some reason, he felt a surge of bloodlust escape the Hollow Knight's form as he took stock of Miquella's effeminate appearance, before fizzling away.

Lancer nodded, glaring at the trio. Nameless and Sukuna, as if their prior rivalry never existed, gave a coordinated nod to one another before tackling Miquella down and pinching his cherub cheeks while tickling his sides at the same time.

"Halt—oww! Cease your actions—unhand me at once!" the pale-haired crossdresser pleaded, eyes watering from their combined might.

To the side, various men and women, both humans and Heroic Spirits alike, grit their teeth in frustration. These people were none other than faithful followers (fanatics) of Miquella the Kind. So seeing their idol, the one who stole their hearts, being treated like that made them angry. But they knew they couldn't do anything, as both Sukuna and Nameless were some of the strongest Servants out here, even besting the King of Heroes. One day… one day those blasphemous evil-doers will feel their wrath for bullying the one and only Miquella.

"Silence, traitor. You gave in to the temptation unlike us," Nameless said, his voice lowering into a dangerous octave. No one really understood what he was saying, but they didn't put much thought into it, chalking it up to his usual unhinged behavior. "Time for some punishment, O' ever wonderful Miquella. Astolfo, go get the rope in my room," he commanded.

"Oh? We're doing that today? Yes sir!" Astolfo gave a cute salute before running off, presumably to collect the item Nameless had mentioned.

"I beseech thee, anything but the rope! I cannot endure such torment again! I shall embrace thee as we rest beside each other. I know thou dost love them!" Miquella shouted rather suggestively, fear evident in his voice.

Hearing this offer, Miquella's followers felt their hearts crack, mind gradually fading into dust, only to reawaken with fire in their eyes. 'That's not fair! That should've been me, not him!' they all collective thought, jealous.

"Can I get a waffle?" another voice interjected amidst the chaos. "Can I please get a waffle?"

"Go get it yourself, you disabled gremlin," Sukuna halted his actions to reply, then went back to bullying and teasing the Ruler Servant who was wiggling on the floor, at his and Nameless' mercy.

"The one that asked for a waffle is the Good Hunter, a Foreigner class Servant. We do not know why but he likes to stroll around in a wheelchair even though he can walk perfectly fine," Ritsuka said, feeling second hand embarrassment from their antics.

"Quite the lively cast of characters Chaldea has. Not a second of boredom, I see," the Hollow Knight voiced out, almost like a whisper. What a wonderful place, Chaldea is.

END.

A/N: Pure randomness.