Corrupted Dreams

Date in the Library

"Fujimaru Ritsuka." he held out his hand to me in greeting.

I took it, slightly unsure. "And I presume you are my master?"

"That is correct--" A voice cut him off coming out from some speakers in the room.

"Well, looks like another successful summons, good work! Fujimaru, seeing as you're the master, I'll leave you to the rest." The announcement cut off almost eagerly, the man on the other end, no doubt wanting to run off to something. Fujimaru glanced back at the control box, sighing with a slightly furrowed brow. The look was wiped from his face as his eyes moved back at me, a calm smile fitted there.

"I haven't formally introduced this place." He cleared his throat in a declarative kind of way. "Welcome to Chaldea."

Fujimaru talked to me about the place, and the mission we had there while giving me a brief tour of the extensive building. He'd finished explaining how Chaldea has a multitude of servants summoned here. My mind instantly flashed to Cu. He might already be here.

"By the way," Fujimaru interjected my thoughts. "I never did ask--" A small beep sounded off from some kind of wrist watch he was wearing. Glancing down at it, his eyes lit up in realization as a different thought seemed to settle in his mind. One thing seemed obvious from the previous conversation, this boy does not know how to juggle his thoughts well. "Sorry, I need to go, but feel free to look around." He turned ready to dart away, but I caught his shoulder, needing to ask my question.

"You said Chaldea, houses many servants. By any chance... is Cu Chulainn here?" As I said this, a woman strode by us, long pink hair and a scar on her face that oddly seemed more natural than man made. She spared us a glance, sizing me up casually as she walked on, her heeled boots clicking in the hallway.

"Cu Chulainn... " He muttered to himself in thought, and part of me still feared he wouldn't be here, that our connection had really broken. Then his eyes lit up, along with my spirits. "Yes, try the library, just down two rights from here." He pointed past my shoulder, and into the hall. "As for the other one," He said to himself. Odd thing to say... Then again, he spoke it so soft, I might have misheard it. "He could be anywhere. Just look around, you'll find him eventually." Fujimaru waved the sentence away with his hand. "Now, I have to go. Good bye!" he called out while running down the hall.

I also went down the hall in the opposite direction, trying not to make my foot fall sound too eager, as I strode across the hard floor, but it felt pointless putting up the act. After what had happened in that last war, I couldn't help but run to him.

Coming to a door, I saw the shelves of books through the small windows on the white double doors. My heart gave in to thudding a little harder as I pulled on the handle. The room appeared empty, but one person. In a lounging area, a light gray couch faced it's back to me. The back of someone's head was in view as they sat on the couch, that head being decorated with the blue locks of Cu Chulainn. I smiled.

***

I scowled at Moriarty, as he smirked cockily. We had just finished a conversation, where he managed to verbally run circles around me purely for his own entertainment. I purposely avoided any thoughtful conversations with him for this very reason, yet somehow managed to fall into the pit... again.

Moriarty clicked his tongue. "Oh, Setanta, don't look too down." He passed me another ice cold beer. "You at least managed to catch on to what I was saying, what?" The man glanced at the clock, then raised his eyebrows in fake awe as if dealing with a child and their achievements. "Only an hour and a half, that's a new record!"

I couldn't help but bark back a little. "Watch what you say Moriarty, you know I could beat you in a fight right here, right now."

Moriarty pressed his lips together, as if tasting a bitter thought. "I'll admit, Setanta, you are a good fighter, but that is a feat anyone off the street could achieve, proven to you by the people that walk these halls. But good wit," he tapped his temple. "Is something gifted to a person at birth, and you, ulike myself, simply are not one of those rare people." The tone of his voice suggested that he was relaying the sad truth to me. I actually growled this time. "Ooo, down boy. I'm already bending the rules for you. It's not wise to cause any problems."