Fate/Stay Night Fan Fiction ❯ Escaping Fate ❯ Back to Back ( Chapter 19 )
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By: Zekk_Skywalk 
Rin choice.
Anime/Manga: Fate/Stay Night Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Horror / Fantasy / Hentai / Drama / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.29.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 307 | Status: Completed
Rin choice.
Anime/Manga: Fate/Stay Night Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Horror / Fantasy / Hentai / Drama / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.29.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 307 | Status: Completed
AN: WARNING. Shirou x Rin material. Proceed to “Embracing You” for Shirou x Sakura or “Ortensia Bloom” 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.”
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.”
“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.”
“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.
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.
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.
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.
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?
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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.”
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.”
“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.”
“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.
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.
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.
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?
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