Fate/Stay Night Fan Fiction ❯ Fate - Season's Road ❯ Chapter 10 ( Chapter 10 )

Fate-Season's Road

“Winter-Christmas Project”

By Jyoohan

 

Original Creators

Type-Moon

 

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Chapter 10 - Oh, Silent Night…

 

Tis' the season of jolly and holly on this holy night. Where all come together, whether it be family or friends, a night to be spent happily amongst one another's warm company. A time to stuff one's face with delicious food and tantalizing sweets.

 

“Jeez, no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to find a sort of rhyme in any of this.” The author scratched his head, trying to quickly write this poor attempt of a chapter on this hallow Christmas Eve.

 

“Bleh, whatever, all I have to do is put all the pretty girls from Fate into some skimpy looking Santa costumes and call it a night.” But before the author can even relish a moment to fantasize such an image, he tucked his head out of harms way. A black bullet of energy almost torched his handsome head.

 

“Hey! What's the big… oh, it's you again.” The author ignored the intruder and returned to his keyboard.

 

From his little door, Rin, Saber, Sakura, and Rider glowered with an ominous aura. The author laughed and said the Santa suit idea was just a joke. It's not like he would get a better review from the little boys reading this on Christmas day. Like people would call this humble author a genius for the simple idea of putting every girl in Santa mini-skirts.

 

To the author's dismay, Rin reminded him that this was another lame attempt to recreate the opening of chapter nine, where the author previously went on a tangent that was completely nonsensical; however, the reviews that he received said otherwise.

 

“Why can't you admit it, Rin? People seem to enjoy the things I write. So can't I at least indulge myself in the image of you wearing a red, mini-skirt, Santa suit? You would look so dazzling in it. Isn't that right, Archer?” The author turned to his friend yet rival over Rin with a sparkle in his eyes.

 

Archer, appearing without pre-approved knowledge, gives a thumb up. “Oh! Rin, there's no need to be shy. I'm sure your popularity in the polls will surely rise with this new gimmick—urk!”

 

The author placed his hands in between his legs, empathizing with the poor servant's crushed balls by a swift kick delivered by Rin's slender legs. “A warning, you make one more smart comment about my figure, and I'm coming for yours. You understand, hah?” The author cowered into a fetal position, his hands still tucked in between his legs.

 

Rin sighed, massaging her temples. “I can't believe we're actually going through this kind of nonsense once again. Ugh? S-Saber?” Saber was magnificently dressed in velvet of red, a cute Santa hat atop her head. “What are you doing Saber? Are you actually going to go through with this twist author's—”

 

“Yeah?—blargh!” Rin swung a bag of toys into the author's face and continued.

 

“Ahem, this twisted author's scheme?”

 

“Well, I-uh…” Saber twiddled her fingers, “Shiro likes it so that's why…” The blonde haired Servant took a fleeting glance towards her heart's desire. Shiro smiled happily, holding a sign board that said: You look beautiful Saber!

 

Rin gave up knowing Saber would be a lost cause but was surprised to see her own sister, “Sakura, what do you think you're doing, and Rider?! It looks like they'll burst out any second!” Rin's face blushed; not realizing her younger sister's bust surpassed her own.

 

“Calm down onne-san, these suits are well built just like Rider's normal outfit.” True that Sakura and Rider's costume closely resembled Rider's original outfit, but the lilac haired pair could tempt the devil even in those clothes.

 

However! Rin wouldn't fall for this classic tactic known as `peer pressure'. She would hold her ground. There's no way in hell that she would slip into that Santa outfit. There was a thing called pride and dignity.

 

“Yes, that's it Rin-chan! It's everything I expect out of you!” The author shed tears of joy. Archer stood nearby trying to understand the author's tears. “Only a Tsundere character such as yourself could play your role so marvelously. The more you resist wearing the outfit with your humbugs, the sweeter it'll be to see your timid side blossom once you finally wear the garments of the Christmas goddess.”

 

While in the midst of his wonderful fantasies, the author felt lightening strike down his back. A black hole of pain slowly opened in the pits of his stomach. Cold sweat trickled down his entire body. His breath came to him in rasps. Fell to his knees, the author drove his head into the ground. His hands nestled into his groin.

 

Rin let out a humph of triumph as the `beast' lay wasted under her feet. “Alright everyone, let's get out of here and hope this twisted little pervert doesn't finish this chapter by Christmas.”

 

“D-damn you… Rin… you just wait… I'll get this… done. Yargh… my unborn baby boy and girl…”

 

Chapter 10 - …and skimpy Santa suits

 

Snow fell peacefully in the city of Fuyuki. The serenity of the falling snow gave a chilling beauty to the landscape, covering everything in pure white, and tonight's full moon gathered deep blue shadows where its light could not reach.

 

Within the homes and its glowing windows, families come together. The excited children play with their Christmas presents, Adults pass stories around the table, and the aroma of Christmas dinner.

 

This is one of the scenes you would see during this cozy time of year; however we're about to go a little off tonight. Into the home of a magus who somehow got stuck with some charity work.

 

Rin plugged her ears, unable to take the kids and their constant griping. How in the world did she suddenly have to baby sit a bunch of brats on `her' Christmas day?

 

“We want Santa! We want Santa!” Ilya led the choir of children into a pep rally

 

“Okay everyone, Santa's almost here!” Shiro tried to calm the eager children. “Oh, did you hear that?” The room fell silent. The kids looked around curiously until they heard the noise, a long creak from above.

 

“It's Santa!” Ilya jumped in the air. Rin plugged her ears again. The children's sharp cries ready to give her a headache of a lifetime.

 

“Who do you kids want?” Shiro worked the kids into a frenzy. Something Rin thought was unnecessary. “Who do you kids want?”

 

“Santa! Santa! We want Santa!” And with their call, the chimney shot out with a cloud of soot as someone crashed with free fall speed. Rin recognized the raspy cough and thought it couldn't be him. As the soot cleared, Archer stood up, dusting himself off.

 

“Oh my god, it's really Santa!” The children's mouths were hanging open in shock and awe.

 

“Archer! The beard, the beard!” Saber tried to point out before the kids found out.

 

Noticing the classic Santa beard missing from his chin, Archer fumbled around the fireplace looking for the missing hairpiece. Aha, he found it and tried to strap the beard back on but the string snapped. Before he could improvise a new plan, his back was bombard with waves upon waves of children, crying out for Santa.

 

The children rode the poor Servant like a mule. Archer struggled to pick himself back up until he was face to face with Ilya. She blinked and stared for a second, peeled the off center beard, and did not looked amused. Archer attempted a pointless, “ho-ho-ho”.

 

“This isn't Santa!” Ilya cried out, and in seconds, a civil war broke out. Half the children still believing Archer was Santa, while the other half bickered that he wasn't.

 

“I'm telling you, Santa has a big belly and a really long beard! That's just Rin's boyfre—”

 

“Now it's not nice to tease Santa's little helper.” Rin cut Ilya's sentence short. “Okay everyone; let's give Santa's helper a little room.” Rin was surprised to see the children obey without a word.

 

“Hold on just one second, Rin, you can't fool me! That's not Santa's helper!” Ilya shoved a rude finger into Archer's face.

 

“Oh, that's too bad isn't Santa's helper? Looks like you'll have to take back all these gifts you brought tonight, directly from Santa.” Rin dropped a big bag of goodies into Archer's lap. Ilya stepped back. All the little boys and girls cried out a long moan, leaving Ilya no choice but to let Rin have this round.

 

The toys were given away one by one. Shiro and Saber took over and watched over the little ones. Rin sat back and watched the scene. It looked like something out of a movie clip or a picture frame.

 

“Thanks a lot. You saved me back there.” Archer fell back into a couch.

 

“It can't be helped since you're so useless.” Rin giggled. “So Santa's little helper, did something happen on the roof?”

 

“You need to get your chimney swept. All that tar build up almost got me killed, and whose stupid idea was this? Why do I have to be Santa of all people?”

 

“Well you already have the white hair, so it seems the role fits you perfectly.”

 

“Don't be absurd, anyone could have done this, and I got soot all over me.”

 

“Oh, stop complaining. You can just dust it off and take a bath later.”

 

“Wait, leave my hair alone.”

 

Archer tried to fight off Rin's advance. Seeing him resist so much, Rin jumped on top of the servant and tousled his white head. She laughed as Archer tried to throw the maniacal girl off of him.

 

His hand slipped, and Rin fell into Archer's lap. Archer's face inches from hers, Rin was paralyzed in the spot. His hair all messy instead of being spiked up; he looked awfully more familiar to her. Like she knew him from somewhere a long time ago, but before she could give it more thought, a bright flash snapped Rin's attention. A little boy held a camera in between his tiny hands.

 

Rin's face turning red as her dress, stared at the little boy, and the little boy stared back, knowing he had done something he should not have done.

 

“C-camera…” Rin stuttered. The boy took two cautious steps back. “Give me that camera!” Rin took off after the boy, who happened to take a compromising photo of Rin.

 

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“Cheers!” Fuji-nee chugged down her tall glass. The barley tea refreshed the sensei's pallet. Even if it is Christmas, the Fuji-nee would not allow a single drop of alcohol to pass through this underage home.

 

An alert, Fuji-nee scoured through the rows of food and treats. Her sensei-like instincts were tingling; warning of trouble that would disturb tonight's festive. And may god have mercy upon those who disrupts this hallowed night when the Tiger is on the prowl.

 

There, at the third table closest to the Christmas tree. Tall bottles of Sake, Vodka, Whiskey, and more alcoholic beverages were lined up against the Servant Rider. “Rider-san, confiscated!”

 

“No, leave my booze alone, cretin!”

 

Next to the Christmas tree, the guys helped each other place the last of the ornaments onto the tree. Lancer, using his Gae Bolg, added the finishing touch, a shining star on top of the tree. “Heh-heh, this is actually kind of fun.” Lancer opined.

 

“Thanks for the hard work everyone.” The ladies brought out the drinks, each wearing the garments of the Christmas goddess.

 

“Damn it, this is ten times better than heaven!” cried Lancer.

 

“Don't even think about doing anything, I keeping an eye out especially on you.” Archer warned.

 

“Are you gay, man? You have to be some kind of fag not taking advantage of this night. Ho-ho, look over there.” Lancer pointed out for Archer; Rin's slender figure hugged by silky red fabrics like a wet blanket.

 

“Sword of Heaven… when did she?” Archer plugged his bloody nose.

 

“She actually put the damn piece of clothes on. But how can I say… it doesn't her suit her well.” Lancer sighed with disappointment.

 

“And that's supposed to mean?”

 

“Just look over here,” Lancer turned Archer's head. Rider and Sakura's Garden of Eden, otherwise known as their bouncing bosom according to normal perspective, shimmered with healthy skin. “That hourglass figure, the bubbly appeal of their bottoms, the shapely curves of their busts, it's more than a man can ever dream for.”

 

“Ero-Servant.”

 

Lancer smacked Archer. “Look who's talking! You may as well be a half-fledged lolicon with your master's figure.”

 

“What the hell?!”

 

“Isn't it true? If she were a little shorter, you would be the biggest pervert in this room, Servant Arch—ah?” Someone pulled on Lancer's ear, dragging him across the floor. “Ah-ah-ah! Who the fu—?”

 

Lancer was about to scream bloody murder until he came face to face with… his original master. A right hook knocked him over the living room couch. To Lancer's surprise, Bazett and Caren stood at the living room entrance. “M-master, what the hell are you doing here?”

 

Caren kneeled next to the Servant and whispered, “It's impolite to use such foul language my little pet.” Lancer began to sweat nervously as the silver haired beauty stroked his head.

 

“Excuse me, but I am not your pet.”

 

“Enough Lancer, I can't keep an eye off of you even for a minute or else you'll molest some innocent girl.” Groaned Bazett.

 

“Master, I am hurt that you would think of me as such a person.” Lancer clutched his fragile heart, as if he felt a spear pierce him.

 

“Lancer, I did not know you had a master.” Rider said, joining the avid conversation.

 

“Who's this?” Caren cleverly asked, and Bazett glare grew more ferocious, seeing the unfamiliar girl with a better physique than her own… much better.

 

Across the room, everybody else began to gorge themselves with Christmas dinner. Everything specially made by Shiro and Archer with Saber and Rin's help. Sakura squealed with every savoring bite.

 

“Archer-san, your cooking is so wonderful. I could have sworn sempai made this ham.” Sakura melted from the tastiness.

 

“I would like know that as well Servant Archer. Your cooking tastes just as good as Shiro's. And I can tell you now, I know Shiro's cooking especially well.” Saber munched.

 

Archer tried to hide himself, a certain identity crisis about to befall him. Rin cornered the Servant, demanding to know where he learned how to cook so well and to teach her. If the reader's haven't figured it out, Our Rin is oblivious to the fact that Archer and Shiro are in essence one and the same.

 

The Servant laughed it off, saying that it's merely coincidence and that Christmas dinner tasted all the same, but Rin didn't take the bait. She began to give different suggestions, and the every next idea coming eerily closer to the truth. “Did you learn how to cook when you were young? Did you live by yourself or something? Hm, maybe you picked some tips off of a friend, or maybe you knew Shiro or something in your past life… kidding!”

 

Archer nearly had a heart attack, thinking he was almost caught.

 

“What are you little munchkins doing together, and Tosaka-san all over Mr. Archer over here?” Fuji-nee came rolling along, her speech slurred.

 

“Ugh, is that alcohol, Sensei? You've been drinking?!” Rin tried to calm the rampant sensei.

 

“No worry, no worry! It's only grape juice!”

 

“That's wine!”

 

“Wire? Fire? Oh, look! I see a fire!” Fuji-nee dashed towards the fireplace in a drunken stumble. “Now see here Mr. Archer. I don't like the way you're always near Tosaka-san.” Fuji-nee wobbles back. “What are you, some kind of lover to her?”

 

“D-d-don't be ridiculous! He's my Servant, Ser-vant!” Rin blushed ear to ear.

 

“Sah-vahn-too? What the heck's that, a butler?” giggled Fuji-nee.

 

“Y-yeah, that's it! He's my butler.”

 

“O-reelly? Den he mus' doo lots' a'sh-things, eh? Like…” Fuji-nee made a weird squeezing gesture. Rin and Archer stared, trying to decipher Fuji-nee's unusual dance. Then it hit him.

 

“Oh, do you mean this?” Archer made a similar groping motion.

 

“Yeah-yeah! Like this!” Fuji-nee begins to pound her fist. Rin wondered if the both of them had gone crazy.

 

“Then the answers yes, I do it hard to her almost every night.” (Disclaimer: refer to the 3-koma about “Kumite”)

 

The Christmas music scratched to a stop. The warmth of the fireplace died. Forks and chopsticks clattered on the floor. All eyes grew bigger than Shiro's bowl of banana cream pudding. And Rin's face glowed brighter than a Christmas light.

 

“Wha-… wha-… what are you saying, pervert?!” Rin's hand firmly grasped a bottle of fine Gin. Archer dodged for his life as Rin tried to kill her own Servant.

 

“What the heck? Why is Tosaka-san getting mad? Oh, I get it. She didn't want everybody to know that Mr. Archer gave her a really good massage.”

 

One by one, Master and Servant began to laugh as Rin and Archer were the only one still playing their charades. On this delightful, fun-filled night, as we share warm moments with our loved ones.

 

“Merry Christmas!” To and from the wonderful peoples of Fate Stay Night.

 

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Will be reposted since the author lacked the time to put all of the extras… but other than that, have a very Merry Christmas!