Chapter 6 Demon

"Takemi... this outfit seems a little... tight...".

Two figures were walking down the street catching the eye of every man and woman who passed by them. One the right was a boy with pretty features and black hair. His head was at the exact same height as the figure on the lefts chest. She had silvery-white hair and despite not sharing the same facial features had the same multicolored eyes.

"Musashi! You have to wear this! It said fancy dress on the invitation! We have to blend in!".

She tried to pull down the dress while blushing slightly and replied, "Blending in isn't the problem Takemi... it's the length".

The boy barely heard his Servants comment and sighed, "It's not like it's any shorter than what you usually wear. And besides, the left side covers a lot more. What's the problem?".

Saber gave looked at her Master and pouted knowing that he was messing with her. Takemi was very adamant about this particular dress and he believed that he had a extremely good reason for it... one that he would not tell her.

Takemi shot one more glance at Musashi and internally nodded, 'It's the same dress Artoria wore in Fate/Extella! It fits perfectly!'.

He nodded to himself again not bothering to hide his amused expression. After walking for another several minutes Takemi looked at the invitation and pointed to a large gate with a number of guards on the outside.

"Look there it is! The Saegusa Main Family House. Sab- Aunt Musashi! Quickly show our invitation!".

Luckily we weren't too late. Although the invitation said 9:00 pm we had to walk most of the way and got there just before 9:05. At parties like these, one's face was above one's power. And if that face was tarnished than you would lose a great amount of respect in the Magic Society.

"My I see your-! Ms Mikazuchi! Young Master Mikazuchi! We've been expecting you, please come this way".

As Saber tried to hand the man at the gate the invitation he gave her one glance and instantly became more respectful.

Musashi and I lock eyes and nod our thoughts clear to each other, 'They've already been notified about our eyes'.

We were escorted by nearly a dozen armed guards and led us to a dimly lit courtyard with a buffet table and drinks on the tables by the edges of the yard. There was only one problem with it.

It was empty.

"Saber!".

As if like lightning, the men who originally escorted us here pulled out several strange devices that ranged from a phone to a gun to a sword to a wristband.

One of them reached out and tried to grab me, however I remained perfectly still and saw a flash of white and the man's arm separated from his body.

Saber, who had not changed her dress now had two swords in her hands, one katana and one wakizashi. Her originally innocent and demure persona has now faded and a cool and aloof one had taken it's place.

The man's whom arm had been severed was screaming for help, however this didn't deter the other's. The surrounded the two family members, but didn't make a move, waiting for the woman in front of them to strike first.

This only caused Saber to smile, "If you won't come to me...

Then I'll come to you!".

With an explosive force, Saber pounced out causing the earth beneath her crack and dirt to fly up. The men exclaimed at her sudden acceleration, but another voice screamed out in pain before anybody could do anything.

The beautiful woman who was so gorgeous that she could cause an entire room to silence with her beauty, now appeared like a demon that was completely covered in blood, her Mystic Eyes glowing slightly leaving behind neon streaks every time she moves.

Takemi only stood there the scent of blood becoming stronger with each passing moment. Although Saber hadn't killed anyone, the sound of men screaming and crying while holding clutching hold of their wounds, trying to stop the blood.

He may have died once, but this wasn't an traffic accident.

It was a battlefield.

"Stop! Please stop! I won't-ah!".

The boy snapped back to reality as he felt a splash of blood on his face. He saw that Saber had completely destroyed the assailants and was walking over to him with an innocent look on her face.

"Did I do good, Takemi?".

He wanted to say no. Apart of him was frightened by the display of indiscriminate violence but the part he listened to smiled and patted his Servant on the head.

"You did wonderful Musashi".

Saber was glad her Master didn't care that she was covered in the sweet smell of iron. She relished in her Master's affection until,

"That was a magnificent display, Musashi-san. It looks I wasn't wrong about your Family, nor about you young man".

The lights of the courtyard suddenly flickered on and two parties came forward.

The first were over a dozen medical officers with stretches and bags full of syringes. Half picking up the sliced off limbs the other the rest of the body.

The second party were the ones that were dressed up. Takemi recognized some of the faces however most appeared foreign to him. All were gazing at the him and Saber with mixed expressions.

"Sensei, was this event necessary? I mean, there were some children-".

"Takemi-kun didn't seem that bothered by it".

The oji-chan, Kudou Retsu didn't look back at the man with glasses who said that. The latter was holding two little girls, who appeared to be twins that were crying into the mans pants.

"Sensei...", the same man smiled and gestured for a couple people to take them, presumably back to their rooms.

Takemi stepped forward and raised an eyebrow at the old man, "If you wanted my Aunt to show you her strength you could just ask next time. It'll save us the trouble".

"But I wasn't sure if you would be holding back or not Takemi-kun".

He locked gazes with the boy like they did earlier that day, only this time Musashi interrupted with a large growl.

Scratching the back of her head, the Saber Servant reddened, "Sorry. I haven't had any food recently. I was fighting on an empty stomach".

Retsu gestured to the tables off to the side and walked away, but not before saying, "I would suggest you work very hard Takemi-kun. Angelina didn't say much about you, but the look on her face was something that I would never be mistaken about. Have a good night and enjoy the evening".

The old man walked off into the darkness leaving behind a slightly embarrassed Takemi.

'Damn oji-chan...'.

Shaking his head and turning around, he didn't notice a person in front of him and accidentally knocked them over, causing the figure to give off a girlish shout,

"Ouch! Hey watch- your that guy!".

A pair of crimson red eyes meets blue tinged with red ones. Takemi offered his hand to the fallen person while saying, "Sorry about that. I wasn't looking where I was going are you-".

Takemi was shocked at the person her had knocked over.

"Aren't you-".

The girl puffed her cheeks out cutely and said, "I accept your apology, however next time you should watch where you are going Mikazuchi Takemi!".

Raising an eyebrow at the girl he replied, "We've only just met and that's what you're calling me? I don't even know your name".

The girl was taken back at his retort and replied, "Saegusa. Saegusa Mayumi".

"Well, Saegusa-san it's very nice to meet you, but I've got to go. Now if you-".

"Wait! Don't you want to try and talk to me?".

"I don't even know you! And let go of me!", Takemi pulls back his arm from the girls grasp and walks away, ignoring her yells from across the courtyard.

Although he should've expected it, he didn't think that he would meet the best waifu- I mean Student Council President in the series so quickly.

'This is her family's party I suppose'.

Looking throughout the crowd he saw Saber sitting at one of the tables with a veritable mountain of food beside her. It was a bit of an exaggeration however it didn't look like she would be stopping any time soon.

He also noticed a group of men in their mid-twenties sitting at a table closest to Musashi's constantly looking over towards her.

She was aware that a lot of people were looking at her and when she saw her Master, waved to him and patted the seat beside her.

"Takemi, Takemi! The food here is amazing! I never thought I'd ever have foods that weren't Japanese before, but look!".

In front of here were an assortment of dishes, all of which had one thing in common. They weren't Japanese.

Pizza, pasta, bacon, boiled eggs, steak, spring rolls, and even things like tacos and fish and chips were in front of her.

"Because I'm a Servant I can't gain weight and all of this is turned into prana! It's amazing!".

She had stars in her eyes and continued to munch down on the food on her plate.

"That's good Musashi. You've worked hard these past two days, enjoy yourself tonight, okay".

She nodded happily and I left her to her own devices... which would probably include eating... and more eating.

Looking around the party Takemi didn't see anyone else that was important to canon until he felt a sudden chill behind his back and turned around frantically. There was no-one directly behind him and the closest person was over a dozen meters away and was facing the opposite direction.

Takemi sighed a breath of relief before feeling the same chill again and jumping back in fright.

"Who are you! Show yourself!".

He didn't know and magecraft, nor did he know any martial arts so just raised his fists to protect his face while turning rapidly.

"Ara, ara? It seems like you've noticed me. Looks like I'll have to reveal myself now".

The boy looked into the darkness and waited for someone to reveal themselves but instead felt something soft press against his head and a pair of arms to slither down his chest.

"I've. Caught. You".

A melodious voice entered directly into my ears and he could feel the woman's breath on her ear, prompting him to try and escape.

"Nuh uh. I won't let you go. Not until you call me... onee-san...".

Takemi could feel his back stiffening at the woman's seductive voice and a part of him started to grow as a result.

"Let me go!".

Even in his old body, Takemi would find it hard pressed to ignore the sweet and seductive tone of this woman, let alone in this body, just starting to hit puberty and unable to control some of his bodily functions.

"No".

"Yes!".

"No".

"Yes".

"No"

"yes".

"No".

"...yes".

The woman kept squeezing tight on the boy, all while moving her hands feeling up every inch of his immature body, until only one part remained unscathed.

"No".

Takemi could tell the woman was smiling and his face was redder than even the reddest of tomatoes.

"Please let me go... onee-san...".

Everything around him was dead silent and he dropped his head down in embarrassment. He could feel her letting go and patting his head while saying, "Now that's a good Otouto. Make sure you obey your onee-san otherwise...

Takemi felt his face been pressed into her bosom and he looked up at the demonic woman.

Onee-san will have to punish you".

Takemi nodded frantically and the woman smiled, let go and walked away.

She didn't say anything else and didn't leave her name, however she knew that Takemi knew it. In fact it was almost impossible for anyone in Japan not to know it.

He went over to Saber and pulled her away, saying that he was tired and wanted to go home.

The entire trip home he could only focus on the woman with the luscious black hair, big boobs and enticing purple-pink eyes.

"Yotusba Maya. The Demon King of the Far East".