Fate/False King

Summary: The future has many alternate roads on which one man can change. The Second Magic is proof of that. In this road, Emiya Shirou, what is he? He is the false king to ascend the Babylonian throne. He is the second King of Heroes. And he is superior to you. Eventual Fem-Gilgamesh X Shirou

Disclaimer: I do not own Fate/Stay Night

12/15/2013- Well...I'm not dead XP

Author's Response Corner:

FangKing2- well since Gilgamesh was Kiritsugu's servant instead of Saber, I decided to change it a bit and Kiritsugu didn't use any command spells. Also one more thing changed...you'll see in this chapter

kira09- Well Kirei did receive extra command seals from his dead father's body...so it wouldn't be out of question for him to have more than six.

As for Avalon healing him in an abnormal amount of time, well when Kiritsugu had it, it did heal his wrecked body from using Time Alter quite quickly and not to mention the caved heart courtesy of Executer Kirei of course. So it isn't impossible for him to not heal that quickly plus Kirei ordered Saber to heal him so Saber did something to speed up the process.

Well Shirou's replication of Noble Phantasm won't stay since the only reason he did it was because he was a sword incarnation, but this Shirou will have a special ability close enough. As for what it is...you'll have to wait. I'm still developing it, luckily I have time.

Cegorach- Well in this AU, Kirei doesn't know it yet, but he does know that he wants to see Saber's betrayed eyes and enjoy just it as he did when he saw his father's death. He just knows that he wants to see others in pain. Eventually he'll realize how twisted he is and just come to accept it.

shinnizanagi- Well I know that it is called Ea: Sword of Rupture, Enuma Elish is just the activation phrase.

Starkiller1213- I wouldn't say that Gil-chan and Shirou's relationship will be ideal per say or even like Saber and Shirou's but they'll eventually come around.

FanFicReader712012- Well Kirei won't be able to use Avalon like how Shirou couldn't in canon, but that doesn't mean he can't hold onto it. Avalon was made for Saber's hand and her hands only.

Thank you all who reviewed despite me perhaps not answering your questions or even mentioning your name.

Author's Note: I decided to go with "King's Rule" until something better comes up.

Talk- "I ask of you, are you my master?"

Thought- "Which heroic spirit is she!?"

Spell/Chants/Invocation- Unlimited Blade Works!

Noble Phantasm Activation- "Enuma Elish!"

Chapter 1: Shirou Emiya

"Huh? I'm dreaming again." Shirou said as he stared impassively at the desert field, not that anyone would be able to hear him in this dream.

Towards his left stood the woman that was from Shirou's first memories, on the other side was a gargantuan sized man with short dark red hair and beard. The thing that stood out the most about him wasn't his armor, his cape, or even his steed; it was the man's gaze that knew no bounds.

Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes, Archer of the Fourth Holy Grail War, stood on the left.

Iskander, the King of Conquerors, Rider of the Fourth Holy Grail War, stood on the right.

The two of them stood impassively facing each other several tens of meters apart, staring at each other with barely contained bloodlust, this was the battle of two servants of the Fourth Holy Grail War...no...this was the battle of two kings each with their own principles on the line for dominance.

The ground began to rumble as thousands of tiny specks appeared behind Iskander, before long the unmistakable human figures started come closer and gather behind Iskander.

"King of Heroes, behold my greatest treasure! The bonds between my soldiers and their king! ME! You may have already seen them once but still their luster won't diminish for this is the manifestation of my might and the greatest treasure of the world! Ionioi Hetairoi!"

Islander unsheathed his sword, the Sword of Kupriotes, and held it up as if beacon of hope for his men before swiping down towards Gilgamesh. "Charge!"

With a loud snort Bucephalus, Iskander's black warhorse, charged with his owner towards the golden king. Soon the cries that lust for victory were announced from Iskander's army as they also charged following their leader's example.

The normally haughty face of Gilgamesh wasn't there. Instead there was a glint in her eyes as she watched Iskander charge at her fearlessly.

It wasn't the look one would give to a equal.

It wasn't the look one would give to trash either.

It was a look of acknowledgement.

Despite the glorious inevitable onslaught coming towards her, Gilgamesh didn't bat an eyelash as she continued to stand there doing nothing but staring at Iskander.

Finally she moved her right hand forward, golden sparkles started to gather and formed the hilt of a golden key sword. The sword was the key to Gilgamesh's Gate of Babylon.

With a simple twist of her wrist and by extension the twist of her 'key' red crystallized veins started to materialize in the air above her key all the way towards the sky as far as the eye can see.

Just as quick as it appeared, the vein swiftly dematerialized back towards their origin, a golden sphere in front of Gilgamesh.

With an eerily calm confidence Gilgamesh grabbed the materialized hilt of his greatest and most iconic Noble Phantasm, Ea.

Gilgamesh raised the completely materialized Ea above her head as crimson energy began to swirl around the three segmented pieces of her sword that was rotating at high speed.

"Enuma Elish!"

Gilgamesh unleashed her most prized attack.

The reality marble shattered as the torrent of crimson energy tore through the very foundation of the reality itself.

Heaven fell, earth broke, the very land itself disappearing into the voidless.

Even so the King of Conquerors charged as his his very world was destroyed before his eyes.

Nothing stopped the charge.

Not the death of his beloved warhorse.

Not the numerous noble phantasms that rained down upon.

He was almost there just a single step away from Gilgamesh, his sword held high.

Chiiiiiiinnnnnnk!

Riders victory was robbed by a single chain that sprouted from numerous ripples, Enkidu: Chain of Heavens.

Still Iskander persisted against the chains that can stop god.

But it was all for not as Ea stabbed through his chest.

"Good grief... all these oddities, one after another." Iskander said with a bitter smile on his bloodstained lips.

"Have you awoken from your dreams, King of Conquerors?"

"...Hm yes I suppose..."

Even at defeat Iskander answered with such determination and pride that it could only befit a king of his stature.

"This expedition has, been... exciting, in all respects as well..."

"This expedition has, been... exciting, in all respects as well..."

Alexander murmured in satisfaction, narrowing the corners of his eyes which were blurred by a blood haze. Ascertaining his expression of rapture, Gilgamesh solemnly nodded.

"You may challenge it however many times you wish, King of Conquerors."

"Until the end of time, this world will always be my garden. Thus, I can assure you. You shall never find this world tiresome."

"Ooh...? That's, good to, hear..."

Muttering those finals words, Iskander's body became to decompose into particles of light, drifting away in the flow of the wind.

"The end of a dream."

The speaker of the voice was a boy of thirteen years of age. He had short red hair, a light tan complexion, and scarlet eyes.

Moving his hands towards the oak desk next to the bed, Shirou searched around until he fould them.

With a yawn he sat up on his bed and wore his rectangular, black rimmed glasses.

His room was small, despite being so it was filled with luxuries befitting of an aristocrat. Checking the grandfather clock on the wall Shirou saw that it was 7:39 am.

Still drowsy Shirou began to do his morning rituals, which was frankly just brushing his teeth, washing his face, getting dressed, etc.

Although not for the first time Shirou cursed the technology hating Magi who prefered to have everything run on prana. He admitted it was cool at first, but then things just got dull when you could just easily use technology.

Walking out of his room Shirou walked through one of the numerous halls of the Clocktower before finally reaching his given workshop.

Well it wasn't a real workshop more like a temporarily one his master had prepared for him, since really only stayed at the Clocktower during his breaks.

Walking through the door, the room was just barely twice the size of the bedroom, numerous seemingly useless objects laid before him.

Deformed silver, gold, bronze all sorts of metals, not just metals but also some known minerals and some unidentifiable ones too. The walls too were changed slightly, some had irregular marks, lumps, and even slight dents as was the floor.

But he didn't come for the those things, Shirou walked passed the various objects his magecraft had created, walked passed the magic circle he had drawn, passed the numerous report of his findings and towards a clean corner of the room where numerous canvases both clank and pained laid.

With a slight smile Shirou sat down onto the stool and looked at the two canvas each standing on a separate easel next to each other.

It was fully covered in oil paint, but neither had distinct shape could be defined yet. On the left was a mishmash of yellow and gold upon a yellow land background with dark blue skies. On the right was the same background but instead of yellow and gold there was a red like blotch on top of a black one with numerous dull colored in the background.

This was his latest work, the scene from his dreams that he had repeatedly.

On the left was Gilgamesh standing there facing the King of Conquerors and his army.

On the right was Iskander facing the King of Heroes.

Still keeping his smile Shirou took a flat brush with a width of 3 centimeters and dipped it into the oil paint that was preserved using magecraft. Consequently the smell was also eliminated using magecraft.

Yes, yes magecraft was overused, but it was still awesome.

Satisfied with the amount of paint on his brush Shirou began to overlap the paint already with a new layer defining the shapes more clearly.

Once that was done he use magecraft to dry it, and then too a smaller sized brush to paint a new layer and repeated the process over and over again.

Knock Knock

'Ignore the knocking it will go away eventually.' Shirou told himself as he continued painting hoping that the distraction will leave. But the number of knocks and the force behind kept increasing much to Shirou's dismay.

Finally it was to the point that Shirou could no longer ignore it lest he messed up his painting of the two Heroic Spirits in the battle between kings.

Placing his pallet and brush down Shirou gently tapped the ground with his right feet.

"King's Rule"

A click could be heard as the door unlocked itself.

"OWWWWWWWW!"

A yell of pain could be heard as the door slammed open with no prior warning, no doubt hitting the knocker in his face.

With a calm ease Shirou stood up and walked to the door as he if he had not just magically slammed a door into someones face.

"Yes, did you need something?"

The person currently on the floor, blood freely flowing from his nose, glared indignantly at Shirou.

He was an older boy, probably a magus from a family of over 200 years judging by his proud face and aristocratic air that one could only gain by being born into a high family.

Getting up the student glared at Shirou, but did not do anything as he was warned the Shirou was Lord El Melloi II's personal student.

"My seniors told me to send for you because-"

"Let me guess, master didn't show up for his lecture right?"

The student, obviously a new one that was enrolled into Lord El Melloi II's lecture nodded in surprise.

"I'll take care of it, just go back to class okay?" Shirou said waving his hand off as if dismissing a child.

"Brat..."

Shirou heard the student mutter obviously unhappy with the treatment he received from Shirou.

"King's Rule"

Shirou whispered once more as he channeled prana into one of his legs to perform his magecraft.

"OWWWWWWW!"

Shirou smiled happily as he heard the second yell of pain, he deserved it for insulting a future hero after all.

Walking through the near empty halls Shirou began to reminiscence the most important times of his life so far.

His first piece of memory was of love at first sight. Even now he could still her in all her glory, her crimson eyes, her golden hair, her magnificence. He wanted to be like her.

His second most important memory was meeting his father and the joy of that man's face.

His second was being introduced to Waver Velvet by his father.

His third was entering the Clock Tower for the first time.

His fourth was the death of his father a year ago.

Seeing that he was already at his master's room, Shirou stopped thinking of the past and open the door without bothering to knock.

With a sigh of annoyance Shirou looked to see Lord El Melloi II or as he was first introduced, Waver Velvet, playing video games in favor of his lecture.

Waver, who was a man in his late twenties or early thirties, has straight, long black hair that reached the middle of his back, a tall stature, and handsome but cranky look. Currently he was clad in only a t-shirt and boxers.

"Yes, yes, yes..." Waver muttered as he could see victory in sight. Each button pressed the enemy weakened, conquered. He could already taste victory as his opposition retreated, but no he would not let them go so easily.

He would win and he would become known as the ruler of all. Then he would give it to his king Iskander as tribute.

Just one more button-

"King's Rule"

Anticipation and excitement turned to dread when he heard those words. Whipping his head back he could see the student he had taken as a personal favor from Emiya Kiritsugu standing there with an annoyed look.

Quickly turning back Waver quickly pressed paused and moved his PS2 into a safe location as he fell into a newly created hole under him.

The students within a grand lecture hall either with hushed whispers or quietly studied as they waited for Lord El Melloi II to come.

It was not an unusual sight to see as he was a known video gamer that frequently skipped lectures to play them or either further his own studies.

Once upon a time when he was not as well known he would be far more timely but ever since his rise in popularity, due to mostly the fact that any of his personal students would receive no less of a rank than Grand, had skimped on them frequently preferring to further his own abilities since he no longer had the time due to his popularity.

The door to the lecture hall opened, but no one paid attention but a few. Those few were the senior students that sent the newest student to Shirou since he was the only one who would dare force Lord El Melloi II to do anything at all. Most were afraid of invoking his wrath or being dismissed from his class.

It was also another well known that Shirou tended to...show his displeasure at anyone who disrupted him. It had become a very popular method to humble new students who boasted of their greatness and how special they were by sending them to Shirou.

"YAHHHHHHH"

The older students hardly flinched as their lecturer fell down from the newly created hole in the ceiling, but some of the new students who were not used to openly gaped even if it was not their first. The majority of the female students however stared unabashedly at the skimpily clothed man with barely concealed lust.

Moments later the ceiling began to change once more as the hole that Lord El Melloi II fell through disappeared and a rectangular hole appeared and from that stairs began to form from the top to the bottom.

"Oi, master hurry up and change so you can begin the lecture." Shirou, who had walked down those stairs that he created, said as he lightly tapped Waver with his foot and dropping his usual clothes that he had taken from his room on top of the man.

Grumbling Waver took the clothes and moved to another room behind the front of the lecture hall to change muttering about "how I should have never owed Kiritsugu any favors" and whatnot; that room was also his workshop.

Shirou sighed as he used his magecraft to turn the stares back into what it was originally a part of, the ceiling.

Walking towards the side of the platform Shirou sat down onto his own desk that was set aside for his convenience as he waited for his master to start his lecture. Looking around the room, Shirou noticed as usual there was an increase of student whenever he visited for the summer.

Most likely with him hear the lessons would be more information and in general just better, not to mention his master would show up more.

Leaning back slightly Shirou observed the room. When he first arrived, the lecture hall was grand yes, but it was severely lacking in any decoration whatsoever. The lecture used to only have a chandelure, the walls engraved in old symbols, and just a general high class but boring atmosphere.

But although the room was the same there were newly added additions to the room. Namely the 2 large paintings that Shirou had given Waver.

The first painting titled "King of Conquerors" was the largest and it depicted the legendary Iskander on his horse Bucephalus standing before the strongest army.

The painting didn't just capture the moment carefully, but you could feel the grandness and the heroes could almost seem to be alive giving off an indomitable aura.

The second was called "Curse of the Knight" was of a man, quite handsome with a mole under his right eye, and wore a teal form fitting battle outfit. In all essence he should be a man that exuded righteousness and bitterness, but his had become like the devil's eyes as he looked at you from the picture with a blood flowing freely from his mouth and his precious spear, Gae Buidhe, piercing his torso.

He was Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, the lancer of the Fourth Holy Grail War, at his final moments. The painting exuded despair and hatred.

Both of them had taken considerable time for Shirou to paint, largely so because of their size and the amount of detail Shirou had painstakingly added to them.

This was what Shirou strived for in his paintings, for them to be alive. They were of the highest caliber that Shirou could paint at the moment.

They were lively

They were beautiful

They were entrancing

They were unique

They were imperfect

'I have still have a long way to go.' Shirou thought silently to himself as he took off his glasses letting his Mystic Eyes of Truth perceive the flaws within his own work.

Placing his glasses back on, Shirou could feel his vision prowess diminish thanks to the prana blocking effects of the glasses given to him by Waver.

He still didn't know how he received them, but just accepted the fact that he had them. After all heroes needed something to separate them from the common people right?

Dressed back into his usual style of clothing consisting of a black suit, white dress shirt, a coat in the color of heavy red, and a golden scarf wrapped around his neck Waver walked out of his workshop and in front of his desk.

Tohsaka Rin sighed grumpily as she poured herself some tea and reviewed her summer homework. She was positive that her homework was flawless, despite that she still had to make sure.

She needed to have every advantage against the current middle school student council president after all. Everytime she thought about him felt like a vein bursting in her head.

Flicking back her long black with a "humpff" tried to figure out a way to oust her competition as the school's model student.

She too was a model student: perfect grades, looks, a physic but the student council president somehow manages to outdo her! Her, the heir to the Tohsaka Magi family!

Not only could he could considered good looking, not to her extent of course, but he was also excelled at academically and physically, join not one but three clubs!

Kendo, kyudo, and naginatajutsu.

But this year would be different, this year Tohsaka Rin will unseat his position as the top model student once school started in a week.

Just thinking about it made Rin giggled madly.

But fortunately before Rin could traumatized us with her imagination a knock on the house of her mansion stopped Rin from doing so.

Rin made a displeased face already knowing who it was going to be. After all only one person visited the mansion.

"What do you want you fake priest?" Rin said all but demanding Kotomine Kirei to hurry up and finish his business so he could leave.

Kotomine Kirei had changed quite a bit since the Fourth Holy Grail War by accepting and embracing his desires. Now he wore a priest's coat, grew his hair longer, and no supported an insufferable smirk.

"Rin it seemed that two magi have entered your territory without your permission." Kirei held back his smile as he watched Rin's face contort with anger before quickly resettling back into a more irritated look.

"Where are they," Although it seemed that she still couldn't keep the emotions out of her voice.

"Come I'll show you the way," Kirei said as he motioned Rin to follow him. Rin didn't even hesitate as she locked the doors to follow Kirei.

It had taken about 30 minutes to arrive at their destination, a fact that didn't improve Rin's mood as the sweltering sun beamed at her while she was wearing a red, long sleeved turtleneck.

Knocking rather irritably on the doorbell of the house, Rin observed that it was built in a more traditional japanese manner. The outer walls of the house covered a large area that the main building resided giving the home a large courtyard.

The sliding front doors made a whooshing sound as it opened to reveal a tall European man with long black hair and dark green eyes.

"What do you need." The man demanded.

Rin held back a growl at the blatant respect the European man had towards.

"My name is Tohsaka Rin, the owner of Fuyuki City, and I am here to ask why you are in my territory without prior notice."

The man's eyebrows rose at hearing the name. "Tohsaka huh? I thought the last one died in the Fourth Holy Grail War. Come in, come in."

The man motioned completely not seeing the pain in Rin's aqua colored eyes.

Rin couldn't help but gape at the luxury within the house. Everything seemed to be of high quality even the wooden floor. Hell it looked even more ornate than her own house that was passed down the Tohsaka family for 200 years and collected various valuable artifacts and furniture.

The walls were lined with various painting, each depicting of a heroic figure. Unknown to Rin, Kirei's eyebrows rose as recognized the various figures within the paintings.

They were all heroes from the Fourth Holy Grail War.

Very intrigued now, Kirei followed the man he knew was Lord El Melloi II, aka Waver Velvet and master of Rider. He was just waiting for Rin to insult him and finding out she insulted the most sought after lecturer of the Clocktower, preferably from himself of course.

Finally making it to the living room, Waver didn't even bother to tell them to sit down as he just ignored them and sat down in front of the large high definition tv before and picked up his PS2 controller.

Rin gaped, 'What is he doing!? Doesn't he know it's disgraceful for a magus to associate himself with technology!?'

"Well?" Rin asked not bothering to hide her irritated tone.

"Hmmm? Oh yeah, I was just accompanying my student back from the Clocktower. I'd thought I take a break before going back though."

"You're from the Clocktower?" Rin said rather disbelieving, after all no self respecting magus would play video games.

"Yeah, first time in seven I came back to Fuyuki City though," Waver mentioned offhandedly.

"Wait you've been here before!? Kotomine why did you not tell me other about this!?"

"Unfortunately Rin, in case you did not remember, the barrier around Fuyuki City was just recently repaired so any magi that was already within the bounded field would be ignored. And only those that entered would be detected, not the ones that left."

Rin glared. She just knew that the fake priest had something to do with the bounded field breaking down years ago, she just knew it.

"Anyways, I want to hear of your student's intention. If his intentions are unsatisfactory I will have to ask him to leave." Rin said she crossed her arms not that Waver could see since his back was still turned towards them.

"Well he lived here his whole life before his father died. That's about it really." Waver said offhandedly once more.

"So where is he?" Rin asked.

"Outside." Waver said as he made a gesture to the sliding doors to his right.

"Outside? What's he doing outside?"

"He's training. Although I don't know why he trains, really it not that useful. Although for him it would be essential I guess."

Curious, Rin stood up and walked towards the sliding door and opened them. Indeed there was someone outside, a barechested teen with finely defined muscle practicing with two shinais*.

Rin was definitely not admiring the teen's well toned body.

She was definitely not staring at the sweat glistening from those marvelous muscles.

She was definitely not blushing.

She was definitely not wondering if she could grate cheese on those godly abs.**

Then she looked up and saw the red haired teen's face.

"YOU!"

Rin shouted as she pointed at Emiya Shirou accusingly.

"What's wrong Rin? Disappointed that your dream boy is your arch nemesis Emiya Shirou?" Kirei asked nonchalantly at the blushing girl.

"You!?"

"Rin? Why are you at my house?" Shirou who had been alerted to their presence asked as he set his shinais against the raised floor, and climbed back onto wooden floor of the house.

Rin glared as she whipped her around from Kirei and to Shirou. "Don't Rin me! Who gave you the right to call that anyways!"

"That's not really important right now. Are you okay Rin? Your face is a bit red." Shirou asked as moved his face closer to Rin's

Rin nearly shrieked as she stepped backwards. "Of course my face is a bit red! You're defiling my innocent eyes with your shameless appearance!"

Kirei couldn't hold a snicker as he heard Rin use the word innocence within a sentence the word my.

Rin would've probably threw one of her prana filled jewels at Kirei, years of hard work and effort into the jewel be damned, if it wasn't for Shirou saying something first.

"Ah, my apologies I didn't expect you to be such a maiden. Let me change into something more appropriate." With that said Shirou walked away towards his room to change into something more appropriate.

With a huff Rin sat down at the table once more with a huff and her arms crossed. It was moments later when she realized that she realized Shirou just basically said that he didn't think that she was such a maiden and the fact she hadn't confronted him about the fact he was a magus.

No, it was definitely not because she was mesmerized by his body.

Moments later Shirou walked from the kitchen with a tray of tea having having walked passed the living room in favor of the kitchen fully clothed in his regular attire, which consisted of dark red pants, high collared, long sleeve zipped up shirt with cuffs, to see his master still ignoring everything around him, Rin glaring at everything around her, and the priest smirking while sipping some tea.

"So you're a magus." Rin stated to herself as she sipped the tea Shirou prepared, she had to admit it was brewed near perfectly.

"Yes, I didn't know that you're one too. Maybe that's why Issei doesn't like you, just like how he didn't like me at first either."

Rin ignored that part, since she for the most part ignored the vice-president. "So why are you here, from what I heard you just came back from the Clocktower. Shouldn't you stay there since you have a scholarship?" Rin asked curious as to why he would want to come back to Japan of all places when he could obviously learn more as a student there.

She herself wanted someone sponsor her at the Clocktower but that was hard considering that she came from a "backwater country' despite her ancestor being a student of Zelretch.

"Well, it is my hometown so I guess I like living here." Shirou said with no real thought. He actually never really thought about it. He just had a bond with Fuyuki City in a way.

He had thought of participating in the next Holy Grail War, but he was dismayed to read that it only occured every 60 years so it was unlikely that he would actually be able to fight against servants in battle.

"Nevermind that Emiya-kun, what are your goals? Depending on your question, I may have to ask you to leave," Rin said as she stared at Shirou's eyes preparing to detect any hint of lies in his next words.

"I want to be a hero."

"What..." Rin couldn't believe. She could believe him wanting to reach the Akasha, to learn one of the five true magics, hell she would even believe him if he said he wanted to create a harem! But for him to want to be hero? Preposterous. " Are you messing with me?"

"He's serious."

Everyone looked at Waver but, Shirou. For nearly the whole time he had just ignored the, but now he just piped up. "I've trying to tell him that's impossible for years, but he just won't listen to me. Hey girl maybe you can change his mind. If you do I'll sponsor your entrance into the Clocktower."

"Really!?" It was not strange that Rin would shocked, after all most magus who received a sponsor usually had some outstanding quality. Offering a sponsorship out of the blue was very suspicious. "How can you so easily say that? Who are you?"

"I'm Waver Velve-"

"He's Lord El Melloi II" Shirou cutted in before Waver could finish his sentence. Waver sent an annoyed glance at Shirou, he was hoping to keep it a secret.

"THE Lord El Melloi II!?" Rin raised her voice for the who knows how many times that day.

"Yes." Waver resignedly said much to Kirei disappointment. He was hoping for Rin to insult him before he told Rin of his identity.

"Emiya-kun."

"Yes Rin?"

"Have I ever told you are my best friend?"

"Rin...are you bipolar?"

Rin's eyes twitched dangerously as she heard what Shirou called. "Why would you ever think that?"

"Well a moment you were staring at me as if I was crazy, but now you're suddenly proclaiming to be my best friend. By the way are you sleeping well?"

"I sleep very well, why are you even asking"

"You have bags under eyes under makeup so I thought you were cranky because of lack of sleep."

"Tch, what kind of eyes do you have!?"

"Very good eyes. By the way right now we're going through puberty right now. If you don't sleep well, your body won't grow as well."

"What does that have anything to do with you!?"

"Well, you just said we're friends so I thought I'd be more concerned about your health. I can tell you waist and hip have grown larger since the last time I saw you, and that you lost some of your baby fat but if you don't sleep well they won't grow as large as they can."

Rin gaped. If anyone else said it would be sexual harassment, but the worse thing about Shirou was the fact that he was 100 percent sincere in his words.

Kirei didn't bother to hide his laugh.

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"

And thus began a very strange but close friendship.

Author's Note: So, sorry for not updating for a year, but since I kinda lost motivation for it the story was put on hold. But recently after writing my Campione! x Oreimo crossover I've regained interest partly because Kyousuke gained an authority that is based on Gilgamesh's powers.

Also if I wrote something wrong please tell. As the nasuverse is very large and I'm not sure that I got everything correct.

Shirou here doesn't really have much of a survivor's guilt since he was touched by Enuma Elish and thus injured gravely to the point that he could not walk through the destruction, so his first memories are of Gilgamesh making a lasting.

Just thought I should clear that up in case anyone was wondering.

*Shinais, bamboo practice swords for kendo

**Reference to Yu-Gi-Oh the abridged series about Marik's abs. I just couldn't resist.