Fate/Fisted

Manchildren

(A/N: I want to clarify this for this chapter, the characters don't talk to each other in Japanese. They talk in English, like people at Chaldea do. This wouldn't be the case for say, a story set in Japan with Japanese characters but FGO is anything but that.)

Nicholas narrowed his eyes at the red ball slowly sliding across the pool and pumped his fist, "Alright." With that he was somewhat closer to winning the tenth game after nine total losses, Kirschtaria was going down this time!

Kirschtaria Wodime glanced at the heap of trashed pool cues lying to the side and then returned his gaze to the game, calculating just how he would need to hit to win completely, "Maybe try not breaking this one when you lose."

"Are you taunting me?"

"No?" The Leader of the A-Team slightly tilted his head, damn, even his confusion looked cool and confident.

Nicholas narrowed his eyes at Kirsctaria, "You've played this before haven't you?"

He'd come across this particular table on his search for entertainment and then dragg-... asked Kirschtaria to play with him. The guy said he'd never played pool before but right now, Nicholas wanted to call total bullshit on that.

There was no way a total newbie was beating his ass so bad even though he sometimes played with his friends!

"Not at all." Kirsctaria replied coolly, brushing aside a bang of his long hair, "One doesn't get much opportunity to simply talk with their peers, or do anything at the Clock Tower... Besides, I didn't get much time aside from my research either."

The guy was something of a workaholic, Nicholas had dragged him here after claiming that getting along with their subordinates was something any good leader would try to do... somehow he bought that.

"Do you get me now, dear? These guys are way too boorish sometimes, all obsessed with research and training all the time. They rarely talk to each other! I must say, I'm extremely glad someone like you came along." 'Pepe' spoke out from the side, a wide smile plastered on his... blue lips.

Nicholas slightly flinched avoiding the man's gaze entirely, "What the fuck is wrong with you? Just be normal." He tried to shoo him away with his free hand, discreetly.

"Oh but then I wouldn't get amusing reactions like yours." Pepe giggled, "It seems like you're about to lose again." He pointed at the table between them, "Why not let me help~?"

"..."

Nicholas deadpanned at what had transpired in the moment he looked at Pepe, "How do you keep doing this?"

"I calculated the trajectory and amount of force I'd need for the desired outcome."

"Three, three balls went in!" Nicholas raised his fist, he wanted to punch the genius, "What kind of calculations you doing?"

"Elementary ones."

Fucking magus.

Before the situation could proceed any further, a distinct static rang out through the speakers in the ceiling, drawing the attention of all three Masters.

"Nicholas, do you hear me?"

"We hear you, Director." Pepe answered plainly, ignoring Nicholas who was signalling him to say no... fiercely, "Nicholas hears you too."

"We have guests."

"Are they hookers?" The pale haired teenager spoke out, forgetting his previous hesitance.

"...What? How wou- no, it's a delegation from the UN."

"Not my business then." Nicholas shrugged and all three of them could hear disappointment oozing from the speakerphone, "What can I do for you?"