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Screwing Over Tokiomi

Wedding Crashers

It was a bright and sunny day, the sky clear with only faint streaks of cloud to be seen, warm and promising. In short, a good day to hold a wedding on, with nothing but good omens and premonitions for the lucky couple to be bound together in holy matrimony.

The pews of Kotomine Church were slowly but steadily filling with guests, men in formal black and whites, women in formal dresses of various cuts and light shades, or in simple and elegant kimonos. Father Kotomine himself was standing to one side of the altar, talking softly to the groom and his best man.

More people were standing outside the church, guests meeting with friends and acquaintances and exchanging words before heading inside, as well as guards and ushers. The former might seem unnecessary at a wedding, until one realized that everyone attending was a significant figure in one way or another. From magi who were heads of or heirs to their families, to business and political figures with connections to the groom or his bride or their guests. Others were even rivals or enemies, invited only as a show of strength that both the groom and his bride were secure enough to do so, and that at present at least, neither were planning to make moves against their rivals and enemies.

Inside the church, the organ player provided accompaniment as the choir conducted last-minute practice, all waiting for the last guests to arrive, and for the bride and her family themselves. Little by little, the guests trickled in, until at last the Zenjou arrived. Not the bride or her parents, as they would be last, but at the sight of his future in-laws' arrival, Tokiomi Tohsaka nodded at Risei Kotomine, the three of them (including Tokiomi's best man) moving to the front.

It wouldn't be long now. Already the car carrying Aoi Zenjou and her parents was driving up the street, towards Kotomine Church.

And at the same time, a Lockheed C-130 Hercules was crossing the skies above, its four turboprop engines roaring as they kept the plane aloft and pulled it through the air. The rear door opened, the ramp extending downwards, and an Atlas lumbered out and stepped into thin air.

The combat walker fell through thousands of meters of empty air, quickly reaching terminal velocity before the pilot activated his inertial dampeners followed by his anti-gravity systems. They'd keep the Atlas from smashing itself into the ground, but it wouldn't completely negate the force of impact.

Nor was negating the force of impact desirable. On the contrary, it made for quite a shock to any defenders on the ground.

And it did. The Atlas slammed into the ground with enough force to crater the concrete beneath by some two meters, and sending out a wave of displaced air that killed or critically-injured the guards outside while sending them flying, and shattering the front windows of Kotomine Church.

The force of impact also shook the ground with enough force to register as a six point five earthquake in the immediate area, and sending cracks splitting through the stone walls of Kotomine Church. And for it all the Atlas was unharmed, and with a whining of servos, the combat walker lumbered out of the crater, towards the battered church.

Machinery whined as an artillery round was chambered into the Atlas' primary weapon, a 105 mm Field Gun based on the proven M102 Howitzer. Figures rushed out of the broken doors, Tokiomi at the lead. The man's face paled on the heads-up display in the cockpit, and the pilot spoke into his mike.

"Target acquired." He said, both for the mission recorder as well as to signal the rest of the strike team to move in.

Then he pulled the trigger.

The 105 mm Field Gun fired, blasting the façade of Kotomine Church and wrecking the interior. But the Atlas wasn't finished. Machinery whined once more as the underslung rocket launcher was brought to bear, a 70 mm Hydra Rocket with cluster munitions loaded into the firing chamber.

The pilot fired. Once, twice, thrice, four and five times, until the church collapsed in on itself. By then Tokiomi – who'd dodged out of the way of the initial salvo – was completely beside himself with rage. Jets of fire slammed into the Atlas, detonating ERA plating and causing it to stagger. Surviving guards – those who could still fight – were opening fire, as other surviving magi began to join in.

But by now Black Hawk helicopters were flying in, bringing the rest of the strike team to bear. They jumped out of the helicopters, Assault Troopers encased in plates of white-finished, gold-trimmed manganese steel, completely-airtight and rated for use in NBC battlefields (the radiation shielding also rendered them immune to more common means of mental interference). Jetpacks flared as they slowed the Assault Troopers down during landing, and then they were fanning out, firing H&K MP5 Submachine Guns in bursts and gunning down magi and their guards left, right, and center.

The magi and their guards fought back, but bullets just bounced off mangalloy plating, or in the case of the leading Centurion, off his kinetic barrier. Lifting his H&K G3 Battle Rifle, he loaded the underslung 40mm Grenade Launcher and fired a fragmentation round. "All teams on the ground!" he reported before receiving new orders over the encoded line. "Understood. Alpha, Bravo, and Charlie Teams, secure the area and surviving prisoners! Delta and Echo Teams, establish a perimeter! Team Foxtrot, provide overwatch! Move!"

Cerberus soldiers rushed into battle, gunning down anyone trying to resist and placing stuncuffs on anyone surrendering and those too injured to fight. First Aid was also given to the latter. With the advantage of numbers plus the overwhelming force of the initial strike, the Cerberus forces were quickly able to assert their superiority, but the presence of the magi on the battlefield might still turn the battle around, even with the Atlas providing heavy fire support.

Unfortunately for them, Team Foxtrot was especially suited to keep that from happening. From an elevated position a hundred meters away, Nemesis provided overwatch with M107 Anti-Material Rifles, .50 BMG rounds simply turning even reinforced magi bodies into mangled corpses.


Finally, it was over. Kotomine Church was in ruins, bloody corpses being dug out by Assault Troopers before being laid out in front, and then covered in tarps. The shell-shocked survivors were made to kneel, and in Tokiomi's case kept away from his bride (though to his outrage – which resulted in him getting pistol-whipped into silence – the Cerberus soldiers had allowed Kariya Matou to come near Aoi).

Centurion 'Hydra' aka Shinji Matou raised a hand to his earpiece, having removed his helmet in the battle's aftermath. "Area and prisoners are secure." He said. "Bring her in."

Two Apache helicopters escorted another Black Hawk in, which landed on the far end of the battlefield. Guardians stepped out, carrying heavy ceramic composite shields and Remington 870 Shotguns, and formed an Honor Guard in twin files as the Cerberus appeared, the woman known in her world as Sakura Matou to most and as Kirsikka Edelfelt to others stepping out of the helicopter.

She traded glances and nods with her cousin as he walked up to and fell into step next to her. She walked up to Tokiomi, and smirked down at the beaten magus before her. "You look like shit." She said.

Tokiomi just glared, and Sakura laughed. "Defiant to the end." She said. "I prefer to be more subtle, but…sometimes, you just have to let it all out."

She held out a hand, and an aide held out her sword. Gasps went up as Sakura drew her wakizashi and holding it two-handed, cruelly smiled at the man who would have sired her. "Any last words?" she asked.

"…who are you?" Tokiomi demanded, determined not to break in the face of death, Tohsaka's end one of defiance against its enemies.

"I am Cerberus." Sakura said, still with that cruel grin. "Though I was born Sakura Tohsaka."

Tokiomi's eyes went wide. "Wha…?" he began, but Sakura swung down and bisected him shoulder to hip.

Aoi cried out in shock and horror, the other prisoners doing similarly as blood exploded and Tokiomi's halves fell to the ground. Mystic Eyes glowed as Sakura homed in on Tokiomi's crest, and stabbing down destroyed Tohsaka's legacy once and for all.

Inevitable death.

"You can choose so much better, Aoi Zenjou." She said while striding away, smiling at the woman who would have borne her and who now rested in Kariya's arms, eyes wide and filled with fear. "That man next to you…he's a good choice. He's ten times the man I just killed, and he'd devote himself to you and would never fail your expectations…if you choose him."

Shrugging, Sakura cleaned her sword before sheathing it. "Commence evacuation procedures," she ordered in a loud voice. "The bounded fields won't last longer. Move it."

The survivors stared numbly as the Cerberus soldiers evacuated, boarding their Black Hawks and a modified Osprey picking up the Atlas before flying up and away. And then they were gone, leaving the survivors on a smoking, ruined, and blasted battlefield.

Aoi let her face fall into her hands, sobbing uncontrollably as Kariya held her tightly. The other survivors stumbled around, staring at their surrounding or even uncovering the faces of the dead. Soon, she wasn't the only one mourning, and as the bounded fields fell and the smoke could be seen, it wasn't long before police, fire, and ambulance sirens could be heard coming closer.

But what was done was done, and could not be undone. With Tokiomi's death, the Tohsaka lineage had ceased to be. With the destruction of their crest, the Tohsaka legacy was no more. And with all the death and destruction around them, what should have been a day of happiness had become a day of horror.


A/N

Mmm-mmm-mmm…this is what happens when someone spouts Tokiomi/Zouken apologist BS. Granted, it was over a PM, so none of the regulars on this thread will understand, but still. Let me get it all out, and hope it's enough to bring balance back so regular writing can commence.

Besides, it's not like no one enjoys screwing that little son of a bitch, is there?