Project Ultraverse: Fate/Akai Tsuki

On Two Fronts

Monday....

Finally i'm home, its a shame i can't spend anytime with Mark this weekend but good money don't come too often. The neighborhood seems quiet today......

*rustle* *rustle*

I search my pocket for the keys, Mark's probably at school by now and locked the door....hopefully....that boy gets forgetful sometimes. When the key touched the door lock, the entire thing suddenly falls to the ground. My senses goes on full alert, "Something's not right." I search around for any signs of theft but everything seems to be in order....except the ornate sword on the shelf is now missing. "Goddammit," That sword could sell for several hundred thousand dollars to a museum but that's not what I'm worried about.

I hear a car parking outside the house, i hide behind a wall and peeked who it was. A man with a trench coat carrying my son in bandages.

"Wait! someone's in the house!" Mark stopped midway with the man, "I know you're there! show yourself!" He shouted.

I walk out from my hiding spot, "Oh, someone is definitely in the house young man!"

"AH! Dad! You're home! ehehehe, i guess you saw the door huh?" he laughed nervously.

"I leave you for two days! and now you're home in bandages!? And how come you're not in school!" Gosh, he can be such a handful sometimes.

"Dad, i can explain..."

"You better have one or you're grounded until collage!"

"But-"

"NO BUTS YOUNG MAN!" I turn to the man with him, "And you! Who the hell are you and what are you doing with my son!?"

"Ahahahahaha!" He ignored my angry tone and laughed in a familiar voice, "20 years, and still haven't changed at all eh? Logan?" He removed his hat, showing his ginger hair.

"Walter?" Only 2 people in the world calls me Logan, "You look...old."

"Its called aging, try it sometimes and by the way that beard makes you really look like a grumpy old man." He smiled and for the most part, his personality haven't changed at all. "May we come it? I think you're kid is bleeding."

"Come in-" i showed them the way inside.

Mark sat on the couch and Walter went back to the car to pick up some of his staff.

I look at his eyes or rather eye, i hope its not that bad under the patch. "Alright, first things first. Where have you been?" The question every parent asks when they kid came hope after running off somewhere.

"A friend's house....and she's umm, how do i say this...." He struggles to find the right words, "Magical??" he claimed.

Lets see, drugs or alcohol? Hmm, booze doesn't make people she magical stuff. Drugs it is. Heroin, ecstasy? acid? Weed? Weed it is then.

"Second, less important thing. Where's the sword now?" He should know where it is...

"Its right there," He pointed to a bandaged object Walter held in his hand.

"WALTER!" I shout to him, "Open that bandage!"

"Why!?" he was surprised that i shouted.

"JUST DO IT!!"

He then ripped the bandages from the stick object, "OH FUCK!" He got startled and dropped the sword from his hand, "I TOUCHED THAT THING WITH MY HAND!" He hurriedly removes his gloves and checks his hands.

My suspicions now turn to Mark, I grab his right hand that is covered in bandages. I knew it, i just knew something was off, despite covered in bandages there isn't a smell of blood on it. Instead, there is a large purple scar with veins all over his arm. I fall on my knees knowing what will happen to him.