47 Drunk Emiya
What the hell do you think you're doing!" Sistine yelled at a bored Emiya.
"He attacked me, I don't get why you can't understand that." Emiya yawned.
After the fight with Clyde ended, Sistine asked to speak to Emiya in her office. They'd been arguing over the fact that Emiya had made a spectacle of the fight.
"You've been here for less than an hour and you've already had three fights!!"
'Can't really call those fights.'
Rolling his eyes, Emiya got up and left.
"GET BACK HERE EMIYA!" Sistine yelled behind him.
Ignoring her, he walked out of the academy and into what looked like a tavern. On his way out, various students gave him many different types of looks. Some were jealous, others were in awe and there was even those who looked at him with indifference.
On his way out, he didn't encounter team NDGO or any pesky instructors.
The inside of the tavern had a weird damp smell to it and the tables looked they were made of rotting wood.
Not showing his disgust, he walked up to the bar and signaled the bartender. Because his hood was up, the bartender either assumed he was an adult or just didn't give a damn.
"What'll it be?"
Looking at the bottles on the shelf, he finally picked one.
"Give me whatever that is." Emiya said pointing at one of the bottles.
"Right away."
Putting a shot glass in front of him, he poured the strange liquid into the glass and left Emiya to his own devices.
Pulling out his scroll he was surprised to find he had a signal. Opening up his messages he discovered that there were a bunch of messages from team RWBY. Apparently Blake and Weiss got into a huge fight and then Blake revealed she was a Faunus before running off.
'I missed it.'
'Well its not like Sun has any chance with Blake anymore so I guess it doesn't really matter.'
Swiping away from his messages, he invited xxx_SwagEmpire42_xxx to a private match. The two rivals played until the sun went down. The bar counter in front of Emiya was filled with bottles and shot glasses as a red faced Emiya lay down on its surface.
Looking at the downed young man, the bartender shook his head.
"Oi, were closing up shop. Get out."
Seeing him not respond he went and shook the young man's shoulder in an attempt to wake him.
"Oi, I said we're clos-
*SCHWING!*
Pausing mid-sentence, the bartender found a pure black katana resting against his neck.
Swallowing his saliva, he saw the hooded young man raise his head. Although he couldn't see his face, the glowing purple eyes sent shivers down his spine. Not daring to make a sound, he stood motionlessly awaiting the stranger's terms.
Slowly turning his head to face the bartender, Emiya's eyes flashed as he stared into the bartender's eyes.
An eerie silence covered the entire bar as the sound of wind echoed out from outside. Feeling his sweat drop, the bartender wanted to take a step backwards and call for help but the look in those purple eyes kept him rooted the ground.
Removing his sword from the bartender's neck Emiya walked up to him. Closing his eyes the bartender braced himself for death. But after a couple of seconds had passed with nothing happening, he opened his eyes and found himself standing alone in the bar. Looking around in panic, he realized that he was the only one here.
'What the fuck?'
…
Walking beneath the night sky, a figure stumbled about singing a song that no one in Remnant would ever recognise.
"Could you find a way to let me down slowly?
A little sympathy, I hope you can show me
If you wanna go then I'll be so lonely
If you're leaving baby let me down slowly
Let me down, down
Let me down, down
Let me down, let me down
Down, let me down, down
Let me down
If you wanna go then I'll be so lonely
If you're leaving baby let me down slowly-Urghhhhh."
Throwing up on the side of the road, the figure bumped into someone and accidently threw up on their shoes.
"What the fuck man!" The stranger recoiled backwards.
"Did I do that?" The vomiting figure asked curiously.
Stepping over the pool of vomit, the figure wrapped his arm around the stranger's shoulder.
"Wanna *hic* get a drink?"
"WHAT!! No-
"Great!" Cutting the stranger off the red hooded figure began to sing another song that no understood.
"I miss the bad things
The way you hate me
I miss the screaming
The way that you blame me
Miss the phone calls
When it's your fault
I miss the late nights
Don't miss you at all
I like the kick in the face
And the things you do to me
I love the way that it hurts
I don't miss you, I miss the misery!!!"
The stranger looked at the purple eyed figure with a strange expression. Although the figure was clearly drunk, the stranger had to admit that the purple eyed figure had a good voice, and the song he was singing was pretty fun.
'What am I thinking! This drunkard threw up on my shoes and invaded my personal space.'
Just as the stranger was about to push the figure away, she found that she was standing there alone.
'What the fuck?'
…
"YEAH WORK IT BABY!!"
In the noble kingdom of Haven, a certain strip club was getting turnt up. It was ladies night and the current pole dancer had the entire place on fire with women screaming and throwing money at the stage.
"GRIND ON IT!!"
"SHOW US YOUR DICK!!!"
Hearing the ladies go wild, the male stripper jumped off the stage and let the ladies run their hands all over his body. Some of the more impatient ones couldn't wait and directly grabbed at his stripper underwear. Just as they were about to rip it off, a small flash of light erupted from the stripper and the ladies were shocked to see him standing there in a red hood and armour.
'What the fuck?'
…
"Oh Tommy, you were too good for this world. You died so young, but for all your years of living, you truly were an inspiration. Although you may be gone, the lives of the people you saved will never be forgotten, and… I won't forget you."
Feeling her tears run down her face, the woman standing at the podium quickly made her way down, trying her best to keep it together.
Seeing that the lady had left the podium, an unfamiliar white haired young man dressed in black jeans and a black jacket with fur around the hood took up her empty position.
"Tommy… What can I say about good old Tommy? Truthfully, he was the best friend I ever had. He taught me how to play the piano and live life to the fullest. Whenever I said I can't do it or I'll never make it, Tommy was always there cheering me on, never willing to give up on me even if I gave up on myself. A couple of years back I found out that my girlfriend of 5 years had been cheating on me with my brother. Honestly, it broke me. It left me hollowed out, I became a shell of the man I used to be. I fell into a depression and constantly tried to end my own life. If not for Tommy saving me and speaking some sense into me, I'm afraid that I wouldn't be able to stand here before you today… Tommy was many things, a friend, a colleague, a family member… Tommy was a lot of things, but to me… he was a hero."
Hearing the tear jerking words of the young man in front of them. Tommy's friends and family did their best to hold back their tears.
Stepping down from the podium, the young man sat in front of the piano.
"This was the very first song that Tommy taught me to play."
Placing his fingers on the white keys, he slowly inhaled and exhaled as he slowly started to play the fairy tail sad theme. His fingers moved along the keys with a delicate kind of grace and beauty that left the entire hall of mourners awestruck.
Hearing the beautiful piece, the group of mourners couldn't help but let their tears flow as memories of Tommy flooded back into their minds. The song was slow and gentle, it was one of the most beautiful pieces of music that they had ever heard. Just listening to it left them in a trance. It was only when the music had stopped playing and the young man had disappeared did they wake up from their stupor. For a minute nothing happened as everyone was too busy trying to recall the rhythm of the song. It was only after a while did the woman who had previously left the podium say something that surprised everyone.
"Tommy never learnt how to play the piano."
Hearing her, everyone looked at each other with only one thought in mind.
'What the fuck?'
