Fate/Stay Night Fan Fiction ❯ Inevitable Decay ❯ Resurrection ( Chapter 1 )

Inevitable Decay

Chapter 1: Resurrection

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Fate/Stay Night or its characters, the Japanese production is all thanks to type-moon and the North American translation of the anime is all thanks to Geneon. I do however own the new servants and masters that will be present, and the original ideas of this story. This disclaimer holds for every chapter that may or not be written.

 

Pairing: Either Shiro/Saber or Shiro/Rin

 

A/N: Please enjoy this story, and review if you find possible. I would rather enjoy some support on this considering the unusually small fan fiction backing of Fat/Stay Night.

 

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Uncharted Mountain Range

 

Snow whipped around a lone figure wrapped tightly in a black cloak, burning red eyes piercing through the unstoppable snow storm as he scaled the treacherous mountain range. The cold seeped through every pore of his body attempting to numb him from head to toe. Thankfully a seal placed on the back of his cloak warded a good portion of the weather away from him, but even with that he was pounded by snow every moment.

 

“I've been walking all morning…blasted magi, I hate them…always hiding” shielding his eyes with an arm he noticed how easily the wind knocked aside the loose portions of his clothing, whipping it around like a flag in a hurricane. It seemed the farther he moved the more ferociously the storm attempted to hold him back. His eyes caught a faint yellow light causing a small smirk to cross over his devious lips. “Perfect”

 

He approached the well camouflaged area despite near zero visibility, finding himself face to face with a massive wall of rock and ice. Placing his hand upon the stone he pressed firmly, calmly chanting “Spells and tricks shall not stop me, allow me passage through your hallowed gates.” He repeated the simple phrase several times before the full seal emerged, the intricate design glowing powerfully in a yellow light before dissolving along with the door shaped rock it was placed on.

 

A long path shielded from the storm by going through the very mountain itself was left in the place of such a pathetic seal “Really now, people who train with mage craft all their lives should be able to do a bit more.” Although a Magi himself he had only trained in his father's basement, his family was supposedly `lost' or `banished' but in reality that was their way of calling them rebels. And yet, despite lacking a traditional teaching his powers far surpassed the pathetic tricks of the oh so wise magi of the modern day.

 

“I will give them one thing, they can sure walk a long way” traversing the straight path was much easier without weather playing a factor, allowing him to drop the hood of his cloak. Black hair flowed slowly with the small wind soaring through small cracks in the paths walls, his face sheer perfection without a single scar or marks yet still shamelessly twisted with evil ambitions.

 

The path grew wider towards the end, not a single trap or obstacle standing in his way by the time he reached the aged door barely standing on its hinges. Inside he could hear the soft sounds of voices echoing through the lifeless caverns, the hermit magi going about their business in this secluded shrine. Without mercy he slammed his foot against the door sending it flying to the ground. The shocked faces of the magi stared towards him curiously.

 

Smirking towards the sickly nervous faces he took the first two steps into the dimly lit temple, numerous candles and trinkets littered the walls while scrolls and books took up a lot of the floors space. In the middle lay 5 pillars surrounding a ceremony circle with some sort of silvery liquid filling a hole shaping a bowl delicately dug into the ground. “My, so I don't get a welcome to this sweet little temple of yours?”

 

The bravest of his magi stood up proudly with an undeserved aura of authority “I demand you leave these grounds immediately! We will not tolerate trespassers who come forward with such dishonorable intentions!” His hand rose in defiance, glowing with a pale purple light with what he must consider a spell. When there was no response from the youth he blasted several bolts of energy towards him, only to stare wide eyed while they dispersed against a gentle white barrier.

 

“Such disrespect to a fellow magus…is this how you welcome Lord Sigel of the Hastle house?” The surprise grew even stronger throughout the room, even more magi rising in defiance of him. “Sigel Hastle!? Your family has no right to be here…you should all have been killed years ago!” Volleys of spells soared against him, easily being split apart against his stronger defenses.

 

“No one disrespects my family…if you had cooperated we wouldn't need such hostilities!” Sliding his hand from his side Sigel stretched it out with a low growl, a seal appearing right in front of his palm. “Spirits and Souls past the mercy of life show these mortals your realm!” Ghostly forms appeared one by one, launching from the prison of his seal and descending upon the screaming men who dared call themselves magi. There bodies fell limp, eyes devoid of any life. As the faces of those beyond the grave disappeared from all sight only one mage still stood amongst his fallen comrades, heaving from the strain of repelling a high class spell.

 

“Don't underestimate….me….like your father…did” the man could hardly get out a word until his breathing finally came back under control, his hands glowing white “Fury of a thousand suns, destruction of a thousand wars…let this hand be your last” his form propelled itself with an eerie amount of speed, hands clenched into tight fists as he came into range.

 

“Oh so someone here knows more then the basics, glad to hear it” he watched in idle amusement while this mage threw his brightly glowing fist at him. Without even a flinch he allowed the hit to slam into his chest, simply raising his hand to grasp the wrist of his would be killer. “Now is that the best you have got?” With a snap of the wrist he felt the arms bones break beneath his grasp, his opponent dropping to the ground writhing from the pain. The attack had burnt straight through his favorite cloak, even the light black armor underneath. The slight view of his unharmed chest muscles could be seen through the hole, a small seal disappearing from sight. “My entire body below my neck has seals carved into it…I can bring forth spells at a whim.”

 

“You…you sick bastard” grasping his destroyed arm he could barely fight back the tears of pain, no training he could ever have would prepare him for such ruthless behavior. Building seals into your body was one of the largest rules you could break within the mage association.

 

“Why? What's wrong with turning my body into a mobile weapon? It will be so much easier to gain the Holy Grail that way.” He reached down slowly grasping the front of the pathetic mages robe and swiftly pulling him upward, smirking evilly into his face.

 

“Ha…the Holy Grail war is never to start again, your way too late for that you imbecile” he felt ribs crack just as his body was tossed across the room slamming into the wall. Barely able to stay conscious he struggled onto his knees whole coughed up blood splattered against the cold floor.

 

“Don't call me an imbecile…you think someone just saying it's over will keep it that way? All you need is someone to summon the first servant” smirking he approached the horrified mage and swiftly kicking him in the already damaged ribs.

 

Struggling to keep his breath the broken mage dropped face first back into the floor with the blow “Please….please no matter how your family…has been treated. Don't do it…please…” he was lower then begging, he was groveling for this man Sigel to spare the innocents.

 

“Don't cry your sorrows to me, pray to that god thing you people all like…or whatever. Blah I'm sick of watching you squirm” with a wave of his hand the image of a blade briefly shimmered into the world to slice through the neck of his victim before disappearing just as fast.

 

Dragging the destroyed corpse to the middle of this temple he chucked the corpse into the silver substance, watching as it began to bubble and roar before turning to an ink black. Jutting his hands out palm over the disgusting liquid he found himself laughing in anticipation. He was so close, all he needed to do was get that damned grail before he could return his family to absolute power, even if his father never said it that must have been what he wanted.

 

A seal stretched out below his hands taking the shape of the bowl below him, the inner workings of the design beginning to shimmer and sparkle with so many different colors. It was so annoyingly beautiful he almost hurled at the sight, but keeping his composure he allowed for the reaction to continue until the seal turned a blood red. It continued to grow bigger until it stretched across the whole room, the bowl below him completely emptied as the seal burnt itself into the very floor of this once holy place of magi. He could feel liquid rise to his ankles, then his knees and finally to his waist. He didn't care what it was, all he knew was this was all according to plan.

 

“I Lord Sigel call upon the ancient leagues of magic, the very depths of creation. Hear me….Hear me….Hear me.” The ground shook insistently, responding to his call and while the liquid drained into the ground the seal flashed blue several times. “Bring forth your power; radiate your magic through this vessel. Time has no meaning…no beginning and no end. Bring forth these moments, create what must be sought. Create for me….Create for me” the ground shook harder, he thought the whole place would come down at this rate. The flashes of light grew brighter, stronger, and faster. Everything was so very close…and for a high class mage like himself there was no doubt things would succeed.

 

“The origins of war…desire. The origins of man…greed. I call for the Holy Grail, the strongest of all desires…the worst of all greed. Bring forth the first of the servants, the start of this war…the start of everything” his forehead throbbed time and time again as the room was filled completely with light, the pain in his body second to what occurred in his childhood. This painful ritual would begin the war anew; no one could stop him once he completed its end.

 

He could feel blood run down his face as he forced the beginning of a new war so early, the command reiju beginning to carve itself into his skull. First a straight line appeared with what seemed to be a small flame perched on top, pointing towards the sky. Two lines stemmed from the main one from near the base at a small angle upwards, bending towards the end and remaining symmetrical to each other. Those branches repeated themselves twice, each pair slightly small then the last and the final pair closest to the top. The tree of life…yes it was the perfect reiju for him.

 

“Yes….yes a little more…” he felt light headed from this summoning, but he was determined to keep it perfect despite the hot blood still flowing. The glow of the room dimmed as the seal became smaller, returning to it's origins above the bowl. A form began to emerge from the ground, the shadowy figure raising and raising until its whole body materialized with feet touching the ground.

 

Finishing the spell he watched the room return to normal except for the robed man standing in front of him with a polite bow “Are you my master oh tyrannical one?” His words held no spite, as if he had expected a master with such heartless intentions. Maybe that was because they mirrored each other so perfectly.

 

“Oh my you do know how to flatter don't you? Why yes…yes I am”

 

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Fuyuki City

 

The silent haze of morning clouded the mind of one Shiro Emiya just as the sun emerged from below the earth, illuminating the large mansion left to him by his father. With a soft sigh he forced himself off of his futon, hastily rubbing his eyes of the former nights rest. “Man…I have been getting up so much earlier lately, I wonder why.” He had felt an uneasiness slowly beginning to form over the city, and although he was still a developing mage it still struck him strongly.

 

Drawing himself to a regretful stand Shiro groggily forced his body through it's morning routine for school, although a Friday he still couldn't gather the motivation to move faster especially so early. “It's so much emptier since those days…” smiling ever so softly it was inevitable that loneliness would set in after always having so much company. Despite that he couldn't bring himself too wish for the war again for such simplistic reasons.

 

Shiro found himself desperately wanting less time for getting ready in the morning; it was horrible having so much time for just sitting around in such a large place. Even the once normal appearance of sakura and his teacher were gone, sakura having moved away shortly after the last conflict and Fujimura having no reason to come without food to eat. Although Ilya was still living with him, she often slept in. Things had dulled down quite a bit but he still kept a relationship with Rin, they usually ate up on the school roof for lunch unless something pressing came up.

 

Moving his way into the kitchen he quickly located something small for food, a bit of leftovers from the tiny and barely edible meal he created the night before. He usually didn't fail so badly at cooking, but he spaced out just when it counted most much to Ilya's disappointment. “Well its better then nothing” his taste buds could hardly handle the overwhelmingly burnt flavor radiating from the supposed beef bowl, the heated liquid sliding painfully down his throat. “Ugh…maybe nothing is better…” despite the objections he quickly finished the horrible meal, washing the small bowl while letting the water wash over his fingers.

 

“Wouldn't hurt to be early for school I guess…” he left his house while silently staring back momentarily at the large structure with a small smile just before heading down the first sidewalk towards his school. It was still just after 6 A.M so not a soul seemed to be walking the streets, except an occasional businessman. So few managed to get out of bed before 7 it seemed. He walked abnormally slow, even if it was just to help pass even more time. Suddenly he heard the gentle whisper of an old lady he knew rather well.

 

“Good Morning Emiya” the voice although hardly above a whisper seemed to carry towards him across the street, the aged smile of an old lady who could barely walk gazing at him from a chair in front of her shop. She never did anything but smile…and every day he would see her on the way to school and back. Occasionally he would run an errand or two for her as well. She paid rather well…even if he always tried to insist she didn't.

 

“Ah, Good morning Mirya” he jogged his way across the empty streets, stopping just in front of the kindly woman. She gave a small nod to him before turning her gaze off to the side…she had a habit of spacing out while talking to you. “Yes it is…such wondrous times to see for someone such as me. You are up rather early”

 

Although her body was much frailer considering she was over 70, her talking ability was still more then plentiful. He had been drawn into conversations hours long, without a single break long enough for him to get away. “Ah yes…well I haven't slept well lately” his hand traveled up to rub the back of his head sheepishly, a silly grin plastered on his face before he returned to his normally serious glance. “Do you need any help this morning since I'm here?”

 

“Oh ho…yes your help would be very…helpful. Could I trouble you to bring this bag of fruit to an acquaintances house? It isn't too far…not far at all” that smile…always so strange, it never changed…as if it was built in. She always talked rather strangely to, but he just chalked it up too old age.

 

“Oh um sure that shouldn't be a problem.” He noticed the indicated bag lying sloppily at her side, just in front of the small stand of various fruits and vegetables barely still standing. Heaving the heavy bag up into his arms he smiled slightly. “So where exactly does this go to?”

 

“Oh ho…a couple streets down…yes Hidaki Street…yes Hidaki. Only green house…oh how I love the color green. Be careful though…wouldn't want anything to…happen” her wrinkled hand came up slowly, giving a slow wave as he quickly moved his feet down the street. Her snow white hair matted slightly to her side “Emiya…Shiro”

 

Sighing to himself he quickly shook his head “age really hit her hard, she hardly knows what she's talking about anymore.” Many people in the neighborhood shopped with her frequently…even if it was only out of pity, or maybe the exceptionally low prices. Honestly he didn't know how she had any money at all. He jogged most of the way, only stopping to examine the street signs of the less visited part of town. Finally locating the street he began to walk, easily picking out the bright green house amongst a forest of white ones. “Well it really stands out huh?”

 

He approached the well managed home and gently rapped his hand against the door, waiting only moments before the door swung open to reveal an oddly cheerful woman considering the time. Morning people…how do they do it and why are there not more? “Um…good morning, fruit from Mirya. I was asked to deliver”

 

“Oh..? Fruit you say…? Absolutely wonderful! I was going to pick it up later today, but it seems she has such a nice young helper. Ah the good old days…well thank you! Thank you so much!” She carefully took the bag from his grasp, digging her hand inside as she examined the contents “Oh my beautiful…all so perfect. I love fruit, adore it even!” She placed the bag at the side just before pulling out the necessary bills. “Here take this back to her please? Thank you!” The door shut directly after, without even waiting for any sign of approval.

 

“Wow…and I thought Mirya was weird. Well it is her acquaintance after all.” He knew he still had plenty of time, but it was a nice workout to jog the way back as well with the occasional stop to admire a house or two. The first signs of life were beginning to traverse the sidewalks as well, a sure sign he had at least burnt up a bit of the excess. He was more than half way back when suddenly a strong feeling overwhelmed his senses, barely keeping him standing. His hand planted against a local building in order to prevent collapsing. “What the…such…a strong force. Is it a magus…?” It was obvious someone was watching him…so very closely as well. Whoever they were the power radiating from them was paralyzing strong…literally.

 

As fast as the feeling came he soon found himself free, whoever had been keeping their eyes upon him seemingly disappearing. Not a trace was left…but he still felt uneasy. Continuing wearingly the rest of the way it wasn't long before he noticed the old woman once again sitting in her chair, just finishing a deal with a local customer considering he was walking off with a nice plump bag.

 

Approaching from the side he slowly handed the money forward, watching as the dull green eyes moved to his hand “Oh ho…that was fast, yes fast indeed. Thank you…yes thank you.” Her hand reached tenderly out, closing shakily around the bills before drawing it back towards her chest. Using both hands she carefully pulled about half of the money out, handing it back towards him “Oh ho…this is for you, yes for you…”

 

“W-what? No I couldn't possibly…I mean; I just delivered it as a favor.” She just kept on smiling as she pushed her hand out farther, the shaking getting harder from the strain. “Oh ho…nonsense. Here…yes here, please take.”

 

Sighing he knew it was pointless to keep arguing with Mirya, no matter how hard he ever tried it didn't matter. And if it would please her, then he might as well “Well alright if you insist” taking the money he pocketed it in his school uniform, saying his short goodbyes before taking himself down the path towards school.

 

It was a nice relaxing walk without worry or company; it allowed his mind to wander a bit. But even so he eventually arrived at the main gate where already Rin was leaning patiently against the surrounding wall, a rare sight to see. A small frown was spread across her lips, but of course that was nothing new. She did look more troubled than usual though.

 

Little did he know that the words that would leave her lips next would begin them once again down an all too familiar path for them both. “Shiro….we need to talk”

 

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End chapter one