Fate: A Fake Foreigner

Notice from the great author-sama: This One-Shot is a prototype for a future fic, comment and give me your opinion.

I'd really appreciate it!

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Shirou felt his body tremble at the sight of the gray-skinned giant moving under the soft veil of the night.

Berserker

The mere presence of that servant brought him an enormous oppression, he felt as if he could turn him to mush at the flick of a finger.

The gigantic piece of slab in the shape of a sword he was carrying was mainly disturbing.

- Emiya-kun! -

His companion's shout brought him out of the clouds, in that small instant that he had been distracted the giant Servant had started a fight with Saber.

It was disconcerting

Since this felt all too familiar to him

...As if he had already gone through this same situation, ignoring Tohsaka, ignoring Saber, Berserker and the white-haired girl...

- What the hell! - A voice laden with fear and uncertainty escaped his mouth.

No.

No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no.

No. It shouldn't be possible. This definitely shouldn't be happening!

Shirou's eyes widened like saucers as despair filled them.

His hands went to his own head holding it with all his might as he tried to assimilate what his eyes and ears had picked up

Music in the background that matched the situation....

A text that narrated her, Rin's and Saber's thoughts...

And worst of all

[Helping Saber]

[Running away with Rin].

The options

Looking at it from another point of view, they should have been normal things in games like the ones Issei had tried to convince him to play, those so-called Visual Novels.

Why could he see them floating in the air?!

Tohsaka looked at him strangely for his sudden panic attack, even Saber seemed to have been briefly taken aback by the unexpected scream.

That single moment was enough to seal their fate, Berserker had already made his move.

The previously bright options dimmed and soon the next thing Shirou saw was none other than Berserker charging at him at high speed.

Tohsaka let out a choked cry as he fell to his knees.

Saber began to fade away as a reluctant expression made its way onto her beautiful face.

- Bad luck for you~ Onii-chan~ - And with the sweet voice of the white-haired girl.

Emiya faced the fate of being crushed into mincemeat on the cold streets of Fuyuki.

..........

Unfortunately for Emiya, that was not the end.

This is where it all began

- Welcome to the Tiger dojo, rookie! Are you ready to start a new game?! -

All roads led him back to this place.

With pain in his present and future

- Yosh! Thanks for visiting the greatest sensei and presenter! Nyaaa~ -

[Start new game]

With no chance of victory and yet with the will to keep fighting...

Thus began Shirou's journey...

And his quest for the one and only true "Happy Ending".

........

His beautiful voice resounded in the old shed

- I ask you, are you my Master? -

Her shining blonde hair tossed lightly in the currents of the night wind.

His regal and gallant figure inspired confidence, courage and power.

The ideal King was once again before him

- Tch. Just what I was missing - The Lancer muttered under his breath as he stood in a battle-ready stance.

- ...Saber - Shirou called her name with surprise as if he couldn't believe that the person before his eyes was real.

Certainly, this was comforting

...Or it would have been if not for the texts that appeared on the side in front of him.

I looked at Saber and at that moment I knew he was definitely not delirious.

Frowning at the headache he was feeling, Shirou tried to organize his thoughts.

As his expression became more and more serious, he nodded towards Saber, telling her to fight with Lancer.

The two Servants soon began a battle.

The red-haired man's ramblings were not long in coming as a name popped into his head.

- 'Fate/Stay Night?' - bitterness filled him completely in the face of the sad reality - 'Nasuverse?' -

It didn't matter if he denied it or rather wanted to try, in his heart he already knew the answer.

Was he really a fictional character?

Every person he met? Issei, Taiga, Kiritsugu, Tohsaka? Is each one of them fictional?

With one and a thousand questions that kept coming nonstop to her terrified mind.

Each doubt adding to the previous ones began to come together.

The boy decided to step forward

He could feel the pain in his head increasing along with a growing anger.

Even if he was not aware of the details, even if the information he had was deficient.

Shirou had managed to understand something... There is no true happy ending, every victory or peaceful ending is plagued with the bitter taste of a defeat.

A devastating fact for someone who pursues the dream of being a hero of justice... Or at least he did

While he had no idea how it had come to pass, he was clear about the fact that a version of him had abandoned his dreams, which left him a little bewildered.

Why would he abandon the one thing that drove him forward?

With an almost imperceptible sigh, Shirou began to move towards the same direction where Saber and Lancer were fighting.

There was no room for any more doubts.

His magic circuits came to life, igniting with greenish sparks.

And his lips moved in what sounded like a silent utterance.

- ...Trace On -

He'll save them all no matter what.

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