One Shots! [Lewd Short Stories 18+]

Mordred, Saber Of Red

From Fate Apocrypha
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The Saber of Red Mordred lies carelessly inside of a crusty basement, kicking up a ball with her two feet found by Kairi. Kairi could vision the irritation in Mordred's eyes.

Kairi: You can pout all you want, but I'm not bringing you with me. Father Shiro asked me to deal with Berserker.

Mordred: Oh come on! I was already excited to go, dammit! It's so boring being alone!

Mordred starts to roll back and forth across the dirty cement, continuously pouting on. Kairi only watches her in distraught.

Kairi: What are you, a child? Relax. I won't be gone for too long. Give it about... two hours tops.

Mordred: Tch! You can't be any faster with Beserker? I can come and make it quicker for you~

Kairi: Again, it's a no. Wait until I get back.

Kairi gets up, giving one scrunched glare back at Mordred before he withdraws. In the instant he leaves the cavern, Mordred throws the ball across the room, already far too bored to even sit still.

Mordred: He knows that's far too long... I just want to get out of this stupid place alrea---

???: How unfortunate... it seems that you're the only one left, Saber of Red.

Mordred immediately jumps to her feet, obtaining her sword in an instant. She glances around the conserved area, eager to find the source of such a horrid whisper.

Mordred: Hey... who's there?

???: This Mausoleum bores you, correct? If so, I can make this more entertaining for you...

Mordred grins, impaling the sword into the ground.

Mordred: Well then! Pray tell, what fool challenges my power? I'd cut you down in seconds!

???: Oh, I assure you... that won't be possible.

A figure appears behind a stone pillar, soon revealed to be a young man in black.

???: Greetings, Mordred.

Mordred: Huh? Who the hell are you?

The young man was about to introduce himself, but realized something indisputable. Mordred was wearing a short tank-top and jean shorts, which made him freeze for a moment, his face growing red with surprise.

???: You're... a female!?

Mordred: Uhh, yes?

???: Impossible...! I had vial evidence over your history... they all say otherwise! This can't be!!

Mordred was left confused, tilting her head whilst keeping a firm grip on the handle of her sword.

Mordred: History papers? I'm not in any history books, dude. You hit your head or something?

The man quickly changes his attitude, putting his hands in his pockets, his tone reverting to normal.

???: F-Forgive me... *ahem*. Since you're here, I might as well eliminate you... I can not let anybody else interfere with the fight against Berserker.

Mordred: Huh? So why didn't you go after Kairi?

???: A one-on-one matchup with Kairi and Beserker... who do you expect to win? He believes for all of his alliances arrive at the battlefield... but I've already dealt with them. Beserker will end that man's like in no time...

Mordred: Tch... Like hell you're serious. Move.

The man appeared in front of Mordred in a blink of an eye, a hand-gun pointed towards her head.