Fate/Pseudo Rose

Chapter 1

His name was Emiya Shirou. He was a survivor of the Great Fire of Fuyuki incident. He had lived his life swearing to protect those who cannot protect themselves regardless of his own self being, but that was all about to end today.

It all happened on his walk home from school. Shirou had stayed longer for the day to clean up after the archery club.

On the intersection he had crossed nearly everyday for years, he could not believe what he saw; An angel. He saw an angel. She wore a simple white one-piece dress and had long beautiful golden hair. But most importantly, she had wings just as golden as her hair growing out of her back. In her left hand she carried a blue electric guitar. She smiled and waved at Shirou who stood there in the middle of the street, bewildered by the meeting of fate.

Boom! A car driving far too fast hit the young boy, sending his body flying for a few meters until he landed with his head on the hard asphalt. With the entire street covered in his blood and swords growing out of his skull, a panicked car driver stepped out of his car.

"Emiya? Is that you, Emiya? Hey hey, you've gotta be shitting me. Hey, this can't be happening right! Not after the wonderful night we had yesterday! Emiya, come one, respond to me!" A boy the same age as Shirou, an age far too young to be driving cars under influence, fell to his knees in panic before the corpse of his best friend. "Emiya!!!" Tears flowing with the speed of the root, he cried out all emotions he bottled up inside for years.

"You! It was you who did this, wasn't it!" Pointing furiously towards The Angel while allowing the last of his tears to escape the imprisonment of his eyes, the boy opened his mouth. "You- You messed with the wrong person! Feel the wrath of I, Shinji Matou himself!"

The girl fell apart and became a shadow. The shadow then disappeared into the dark night.

"Ts, Assassin." Shinji said in anger, clicking his tongue. "Don't worry Shirou, I'll save you. I-If only grandpa didn't die in the fire of his house during the last war, I'm sure a man as old and wise as him would've been able to help me. UGH WHAT SHOULD I DO?!?!?!"

Then, as if blessed by Athena herself, Shinji suddenly had a genius idea.

"I know I'm not good at it, but what if I made a healing circle? Su-surely that'll help him, right?!"

Drawing a healing circle with Shirou's very own blood, Shinji started to enchant a spell. While most knowledge of magecraft went down to the hereafter with his grandfather's death, Shinji was taught a little bit of magecraft by his uncle Kariya before he killed himself by jumping in an active volcano.

The circle started to light up brightly and then a figure appeared out of the circle. Simultaneously, 3 red marks appeared on Shinji's and Shirou's hands.

Coughing painfully, Shirou regained consciousness and managed to sit up.

"Emiya, are you okay!?"

"Yeah. Thank's Shinji. I don't know what I would've done without you."

"Ah hehehe, you know it!" Shinji blushed as red as if he was the famous Scarred Red.

"Ahem! Are you two lovebirds done?"

"Huh what, there ain't no way we're lovebirds. Are ya blind or some shit?!"

"W-What he said. We can't be lovebirds and you know it!"

"Whatever. My name is Artoria Avalon, are you two my Master?"

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Fuyuki City International Airport.

A college teacher and a young goth girl left an airplane.

"I'm finally back, huh."

"R-right, teacher!"

Suddenly her entire body emitted a ray of golden energy for but a moment.

"Gray!"

"Ihihihi, the King of Heroes was summoned!"

"?!"

"Arthur..."