Catolog of a Fanfiction Author

Kuroinu & Fate: Kiritsugu Emiya

Fate is owned by Type-Moon and Kuroinu is owned by (I couldn't find the owner)

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Welcome to the archive: This story was heavily inspired by An Archer Promise by NimtheWriter but I was curious to see what would happen if instead of Counter Guardian Shirou EMIYA what would it be like if a version of the Counter Guardian Kiritsugu EMIYA was in it. I don't know much about the Kurinou story and I don't really feel compelled to learn it so I just made a test for it and left it for a few months but now that I've made the catalog I felt I could put it here.

Hope you enjoy

-OtherwiseR00K

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Assassin took the combat knife and placed it into the small crack between the door knob and the door itself. In one quick and smooth motion thrust it into the crack before twisting it to the right and breaking the lock. After a quick glance down the hallway where he came from and one opposite of that, he entered the room.

The room was obviously a study but a very messy one from the looks of things. Strewn about where books and papers that Assassin could only guess were for whatever work the noble did. Speaking of nobles, in the middle of the room was most likely the man he was there for.

Count Henry Blueborn. Obese. 5.4ft when standing, possibly 5.5ft. 32 years old. Possibly the rapist of Freed's wife. Henry was passed out at his desk, most likely because of the time he'd spent there working on papers.

Assassin turned back toward the door, crouched down to the doorknob, and closed the door completely with his hand. Assassin, still holding the door shut, raised the combat knife to the broken knob and thrust it through the door into the door frame, he left the knife and conjured another one before repeating the action at the bottom of the door. He repeated this action one final time at the top of the door and finally let go of the broken knob.

The door stayed closed, literally nailed shut by three identical combat knives.

After testing the door with a small push, Assassin placed a bounded field onto the door so no one outside would hear anything in case it got too loud. Turning back toward the study, Assassin walked further into the room.

Curiously, Assassin grabbed one of the papers on the floor and read its contents, something about several crates of food coming from Thorne. After filing that info away in his head, Assassin grabbed another paper as he walked closer to the Count sleeping at his desk.

Assassin stopped right at the desk still reading the paper. His gray eyes narrowed at the words in the correspondence. Dark Elf trafficking.

Assassin glanced at the Count before looking back at the letter. Apparently, Count Henry Blueborn was a trafficker. It didn't really surprise him, Earth was similar in trafficking people so it stood to reason humans in another world were capable of the same cruelty.

Assassin silenty huffed in morbid amusement at the fact, Humanity truly can be a very cruel species.

On the letter itself; apparently, a shipment of a dozen elves had been sold a few days ago to a pair of brothers called Mortadella. Discarding the letter Assassin grabbed another paper that lay next to the slumbering Count's hand.

This document was another correspondence but was to Vault and Hicks about tunnels. Tunnels that lead straight into the city from outside Ken and into Maia's castle bypassing all conventional defenses. It'd be a quick and easy takeover.