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This is a Shirou Kotomine story.

Fem-Gilgamesh

Prologue

My first memory is in hell.

There was fire, everywhere dozens of bodies in every direction, burned and eviscerated. The fire acted as if it were alive. It seemed to reach out to people and grab them, before covering them in its demonic embrace. However, the flames didn't touch me. I mean, Why would it?

I was already dead.

Just a walking corpse, An empty husk of what was once a real, living human being.

There were people all around me, dying people, crying for my help and reaching out towards my direction.

I just kept walking. I had already seen so many people die trying to help others, only to be crushed by rubble or consumed by the flames themselves. Eventually I could not bear it any more and I had to cover my ears so I could prevent myself from hearing the screams, the cries, the pleas for help.

I wouldn't meet the same fate as those people. I would survive.

I was desperate. Desperate to live. My life, it was all I had now.

My family, dead.

My home, destroyed

Even my memories, gone.

My life was all I had left, and I refused to give it up. I walked and walked and kept walking. I stepped over rubble, over trash, and over bodies, trying to escape the unholy inferno around me. My vision was beginning to get blurry and everything was beginning to turn red. My legs were burning from the stress, but I would keep walking. No matter how long it took, I would would keep going. I WOULD SURVIVE.

After what felt like hours, something horrible happened.

I tripped.

I fell flat on my face. I tried with all my might and will to stand up, to get off the ground, to keep walking. But I couldn't. It took all of my willpower just to turn to my back. I looked up at the sky, the black, lifeless sky. I stared at it. It was just sitting there far above the flames and death around my body, yet ever present, as if mocking me and the condition I was currently in.

Was this it. Was this how I was going to die. Just another charred, nameless body amongst the countless others. I was in so much pain. It was agonizing. I was so sad. However, I didn't cry. What point would it serve. It wouldn't give me the strength needed to move, nor would it make my torment any more bearable.

So I simply laid there, waiting for death to take me into his boney yet powerful grip.

However, it seemed like Death wasn't that interested in me just yet. I suddenly saw a man over my decrepit form. He was a tall man, wearing what appeared to be priest attire, at least that's what I assumed it was due to the golden cross around his neck. He had brown hair and dead eyes.

But what really caught my attention was his smile. It was a smile filled with more curiosity than worry or fear. It was also a smile that I instinctively knew no human being should have. This was all I was able to process before unconsciousness seized me.

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I awoke several hours later at the hospital. I opened my eyes, but I still only saw black. It only took took me took me a few seconds to figure out that I must of had bandages covering them. I reached to take the bandages off, but a voice stopped me. "I recommend that you don't do that." I turned my head towards the voice, as pointless as it was with the bandages blocking my vision. "W-who are y-you?" It was when I started talking that I realized how dry my throat was. I didn't know if it was just from being unconsciousness or if it was some kind of after effect from the smoke I inhaled earlier.

Paying no mind to the my stutter, the voice spoke again. "My name is Kirei Kotomine. I am the man who brought you to this hospital. The long story short is that you should make a full recover by the end of the month. The only exception is your eyes, but there's no need to worry. I can acquire some special glasses that can help, but it is probably best that you keep the bandages on until the glasses are ready."

After a moment of silence, I drunk some water and spoke my thoughts. "Why would you help me?"

"Well, I am a man of God after all." I couldn't see him, but I could almost feel the smile on his face. "If I made no attempt to save at least one person from that tragedy, I wouldn't be able to rightfully call myself a priest."

"You don't don't seem like much of a priest to me." I said despite knowing very little about priests or religion as a whole.

"You know, you're not the first person to say that." He said apparently not being the slightest bit hurt by my comment.

The doctor then opened the door walked into the room. He seemed to be behaving in a somewhat rushed manner, probably due to all of the other fire victims he he had he had to head to look after today. I was just another kid in a hospital bed. He proceeded to ask me various questions about myself, to all of which I responded to with, "I don't know." and variations of such. The sole exception being my name which I knew to be Shirou.

After that the doctor left, Kotomine-san gave me an ultimatum. "Well Shirou-kun, at this point you seem to have two options in front of you. Being that your parents are undoubtedly dead, the first option is that you go on towards the orphanage and live a dull life of quiet peace and normalcy. The second is that you agree to come with the kind hearted stranger in front of you for a life full of uncertainty, confusion, and chaos." He said the 'kind hearted' sarcastically, like he believed more than anyone that that statement was in no way even remotely true.

I thought about it for a minute before responding. "Well, I guess the latter option seems to be the more interesting of the two."

The Kotomine smirked. "Perfect"