Last Crack At Hope

Field of Reality

—Chapter 6—
Field of Reality

The white-haired male woke up abruptly due to a sudden noise he heard from next door—to be exact, it was the raven's room. He got up from the bed, ruffling his hair with his left hand as he grumbled to himself. "Are you serious... It's been ages since I actually got some sort of rest and what the hell is that woman doing next door..." He left his room and knocked on her door. "What's with the ruckus at six in the morning..."

No response. Usually, the raven would reply within a few seconds. Oddly, he hasn't heard a word within minutes. He knocked on the door once more. "Hey, Yuu-san. Are you alright?" He heard a groan coming from through the wooden door. The male quickly kicked the door down, seeing the female in the center of the room with a very suspicious glow surrounding her. She was crouched down close to the ground, arms by her head. Emiya took a step closer, concerned about what was going on. "Yuu-san...?"

A gust of wind blasted throughout the room, with the raven in its core. The male shielded his eyes, soon to see the entire room manipulated into some unknown barren landscape. "Are you serious..." He glanced over toward the female, who somehow disappeared from his sight. "Wha—?!" He scanned the sudden landscape as he tried to look for her. 'What in the world happened to her?! She was perfectly fi—wait. Now when I think about it... She was acting quite unusual before heading in to rest.'

The male frantically ran around the landscape, trying to find his traveling partner. He tried to piece certain details pertaining to what may have caused her to suddenly act like this. 'What in the world may have caused her to do that... Nothing was physically out of the ordinary. Neither was her emotions being frantic. What the hell?' His ears instantly perked up and dodged toward his right, seeing some sort of debris hit the ground a few feet away from him. He felt his left cheek as it began to slightly bleed. His eye twitched as he glared into what seemed to be building debris.

"Seriously now. Enemies?" The male dodged the incoming debris as he ran toward the worn out building. 'Who dares to attack when I'm already pissed off of what is going on...' He soon reached the destination and jumped onto an exposed floor. He couldn't sense any mana signatures, but he definitely felt some sort of malice fuming the room. His eye twitched, eventually materializing a weapon into his hand and throwing it into one part of the room.

He heard a creaking noise from the spot his weapon was thrown at. As he walked cautiously toward the area, he spotted the raven and his entire body relaxed. "God damn. Why the hell are you over here. Let's find a way back out. Can you tell me what in the living hel—?!" He jumped backwards just in time before the female was able to lunge a dagger at him.

"Hey! The hell?!" Clearly what he saw was her yet not her at the same time. As the woman stood up, the white-haired male noticed that her usual outfit was completely out of the ordinary of what she would've worn. She donned a black biker leather vest with matching colored jeans. It seemed that a bandage wrapping covered a part of her shoulder. Her hair was tuck tightly away into a small bun with some strands framing her cheeks. Her usual glasses were missing yet the notorious earring was there. What was the most unusual was her eyes. It wasn't the usual bright yet foggy emerald orbs that was there—her irises were bloodshot red. The color of a blood moon after a massacre.

When she smiled, a cold shiver fell down his back. What made it worse was the liquid rancor that fell upon her lips. Something was definitely not right. "Hello there, child." Clearly, it was her voice yet it wasn't her truly speaking. His eyes narrowed at the woman. "What happened to Yuuki Satou?!" The woman chuckled as she ever-so-slowly treaded toward his direction.

"What do you ever mean by that? I am Yuuki Satou, dear child." The woman stopped in front of the male, lightly glazing her fingers on his injured cheek. The male felt a cold touch upon her fingers on his injury before it soon disappeared. "See? All gone, sweetie." His mind was in utter turmoil. What was he supposed to do? That type of advanced magic clearly wasn't ordinary... and ordinary was never a term used on his traveling companion. There wasn't anyone else within this unusual space so it had to be her.