1. Chapter 1 (1/2)

shirou had seen his friends, his senpais go into a strange tunnel underneath the statue. needless to say, he followed them, even though kirigiri-san told him not to… he even followed nanami-senpai into the wall that her classmate pushed her into. he met chisa-sensei...and was pushed into an elevator by her. the last thing he remembered was the swirling eyes of despair on that innocent-looking teacher.

and now, the two of them were in a dungeon. set up by his classmate…

junko enoshima.

"wow emiya-kun! i didn't think you would be so willing to help out her!" she smiled at her classmate from the monitor as shirou looked in annoyance. she had sent nanami to an area where she would die...and yet, she did not die. nor did she have any wounds on her person.

that was all because of shirou. every cut on him, the blood all over him…

and yet, he ignored the pain.

just like last time. just like last time

"you…" shirou shook his head, "i don't intend on talking to you enoshima. but i will save you as well. i will."

shirou… shirou emiya… always trying to save people. always wanting to save people. however, he was angry. very, very angry.

"so, i guess if you're the hero… i'm the bad guy of the tale emiya-kun," she grinned as shirou shook his head, ignoring her.

"emiya-san…" chiaki said as her eyes widened, "emiya!"

the honorific was ignored. but the damage was done to shirou...he pushed her out of the way of a sawblade. ...and shirou had a severe cut into his arm.

he poured determination into his dying body

"come nanami-senpai…" shirou said as he smiled at her. his face was pouring blood, his right leg was shot with a bullet, his foot was stabbed by a spike, his arm was useless… and yet, he smiled.

"you're going to be fine."

chiaki nodded her head and looked at him, "emiya-san. i should-"

shirou shook his head, "no. you shouldn't do this. you're in trouble...and i… i have to…" shirou coughed out blood.

"it's going to be fine."

shirou pulled chiaki once more

"huh! so chivalry isn't dead, eh emiya-kun?" junko said, leaning against the monitor, "well, even… i have some things in mind."

"hm… honestly, i'm not sure what will happen," junko said, as she watched the event unfold on the screen, "i mean, the class rep isn't dying, but her

ave knight in shining armor is. hm…" junko was concussed, but sure that the final trap will kill both of them. maybe she'll show the video to her own class.

...make them help her spread despair as well!

the idea made her tingle with delight. she could just do the better killing game in her head, but she could go either way. her analytical mind was racing with new ideas...but the fact that shirou emiya was there gave her despair as well. the despair of her plan finally failing. the despair of the death of the boy who constantly helped her out, was super friendly. she was laughing, she was excited.

"upupupupu..."

shirou emiya had holes, many holes in him. an arrow had lodged its way into his left eye, one of his arms was completely torn out, his left foot had two holes present... but shirou emiya kept going. as long as he was alive, he kept going.

he poured determination into his dying body.

his body kept moving and at nearly every trap, everything that could harm chiaki nanami, he, with as much strength he could muster up, to protect her. chiaki, other than the blood of shirou, was still unharmed. she wanted to get out alive, but...but... for shirou himself to die?

that would be too much to bear, too much to witness. and yet, shirou was willing...even his ahoge was gone, the one thing that could identify him from his peers. he kept walking.

he poured determination into his dying body

unknown to him, junko, chiaki and everyone else watching... there was a reason why his body was still moving, there was a reason why it kept going when shirou emiya should have all but died from the loss of blood.

there was sheath in him, sheath that normally lay dormant...but the magical energies flowing within it had started to start when it felt its host dying. it wouldn't be able to fully heal shirou emiya and it was likely that eventually he will die... however, shirou at least wanted his friend, the person he was protecting, to live on. he kept walking.

he poured de-erm-ation in-o h-s d-ing b-y.

a blade punctured his side.

he p-ured d-erm-aion in-o -s -y-n- b-.

a buzzsaw almost cut his head...leaving a large gash on his neck.

- - - - h-s -ing -y

an arrow punctured his arm... it could still move, that was good enough.

- - - - - - -y.

...he saw the goal and with the last of his strength... he stepped forward.

shirou emiya knew it was a trap. he knew he was going to die...if he wasn't dead already that was. his mind was blank, the only person he was thinking of was the girl he was saving. what was her name? he forgot. he felt the spears thrust into him, leaving him into a bloody red mess. with his one good eye, he looked at the girl and smiled.

"...i...saved...you..."

"emiya-san! emiya-san!" the girl yelled at him, "please, don't go! you...you...you..." tears started to form on her eyes, "...you said you wanted to play something, didn't you?"

"...i...did?" the boy looked up, he was starting to forget who he was now, he was...something-oto? probably that.

"...that...would...have...been...nice..." the boy said looking up. as he was starting to blank out, he felt a presence in him, "miss? don't...lose...hope." there was something, something in him. he placed his hand on his body. he saw a man crying over him... he remembered something being put in him.

a golden sheath.

it couldn't be lost to time. it shouldn't be. he let the presence leave his body.

the boy blinked once, twice, three times.

"...my name...is...makoto naegi..." makoto naegi chuckled, "my name...is...also...shirou...emiya..."