Bone of my Bow

⛓Chapter 6⛓

*WARNING: Mature content ahead, proceed at own risk*
[Contains: Size Difference, Biting, Scratching, Hair Pulling, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Praise Kink, Cum]

  Laying in bed while staring at the ceiling, I was lost in thought. Rin and Emiya were downstairs, redoing his bandages since he'd bled through the old ones. None of us had Servants, and without help, I stood no chance against Caster.

  She was like me, not needing to waste time speaking incantations to cast her spells, but had multiple Servants and Kuzuki. The imbalance of power was too overwhelming. The scales were so far tipped out of my favor.

  Rolling onto my side, I curled up with my pillow. How could Archer betray me? I thought we were finally getting along after getting past the major disagreement we kept having.

  I apparently thought wrong.

  I also didn't think I talked to him as much as he said I did- was it truly annoying? Was I pathetic to find joy in having someone I could easily talk to? Clenching my fist over my heart as I clutched the fabric of my shirt, I didn't have to think too hard to figure out why this hurt so much.

  I'd finally found my voice, even if with just a single person, and it was taken from me with such ease and eagerness to block me out. Was every small smile, chuckle, and laugh just a facade hiding how much Archer loathed me? Each time he brought me tea, did he really just want to dump it on me?

  Where did the truth end and the lies begin?

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  My brows furrowed as I slowly came to, feeling a cold wind brush across my face. Opening my eyes, I saw the room was fairly dark, letting me know it was still night. Though the moonlight peeking in through the curtains gave at least some form of light to see.

  Sitting up, the blanket fell, and a chill wind made me shiver. Rubbing my tired eyes, I looked over to see one of my windows open. My face set into a glare at who was sitting on my windowsill.

  "Oh. Such a mean look." Archer droned as his cheek rested in his hand and his elbow was on his knee. "Are you truly that furious with me, Yumiko?" He spoke with his usual tone as if nothing had happened.

  I didn't bother to respond and just dropped my gaze as the anger faded from my expression.

  "I did what I thought was best." He stood up from the windowsill and calmly closed the window before walking towards me. "You didn't want to be a part of this war, and you don't want to hurt those kids. Now....you don't have to."

  I didn't even look at him as he sat on the edge of the bed. He didn't say anything for a moment, but I could feel him looking at me.

  "For someone who's mute, it's so quiet when you're not there." Archer's tone shifted, and my hands balled into fists. "Won't you say something?" My eyes shot to him as my brows furrowed. "You know what I mean." Keeping my hands in my lap, I made it clear I didn't want to talk.

  Why was he even here? This didn't exactly seem like an apology, but there was a hint of regret in his eyes. But a hint was all there was. He could probably be faking that, too.

  "I can't hear you anymore, Yumiko. I need you to-" I snatched my hands away the second he touched them. That's right, he couldn't hear me anymore. And it was his fault.

  The tears came again, and I sniffled while turning my face away and tucking my hands under my armpits. I loved my cousin, I truly did, but I couldn't connect with her the way I could Archer. As much as I disliked the Master and Servant roles we were put into, it allowed me to experience the world in a way I never had before.