Chapter Twelve: EMIYA Alter's Interlude Part Three

Emiya Alter POV

I try my best to convey my thoughts over the boy to not communicate with the witch and instead kill her but alas Shirou Emiya does nothing causing me to silently grit my teeth. 

I watch as the boy conversed with the deceiver, my fingers twitching ever so slightly wanting nothing more but to summon my guns and start filling this evil bitch with bullet holes. Thankfully enough the boy left but then I sensed it was a corrupted servant. 

Seems like the boy did as well having installed my card while having both Kanshou and Bakuya already projected "you guys are really awesome," he said gripping the married blades in a firm hold.

I shake my head at this remembering my more youthful times made me feel like dying from sheer cringe. Like imagine looking at your old graduation photo from high school and you can't help but think oh Christ! fuck, this shit's fucking hideous. 

Following where the corrupted mana signature was coming from the boy headed to the back of the temple the closer he got, the more I could sense where the corruption was coming from.

Suddenly the sounds of footsteps reached our ears. The boy turns and immediately I could tell something off when the servant started shifting between the normal Assassin servant and the familiar crimson schemed one. Clearly Alaya was trying to send in an extra back up, but it seems like this one turned out to be a failure. 

Eventually the form settles into the crimson scarfed assassin but it's too late whoever that servant is was now slowly getting corrupted.

 My eyes scan the knife in the Assassin's hand "I see so there was a version of you that did end up becoming a counter guardian as well...heh I shouldn't be too surprised about that though old man," I mutter as my younger counterpart clashes with who was unknowingly a future timeline version of our adopted father. 

Whenever he would falter or pause, I would quickly send an instinctual thought to his mind so that he wouldn't end up dead from not dodging or blocking. 

After the failure use of the triple crane wing attack, I instead guided the boy to strike with the overedge version of Bakuya and chop off the corrupted counter guardians head off, but he flipped out of the way at the last moment before pulling out his infamous Thompson Contender that without a doubt was loaded with an origin bullet turned noble phantasm now. 

I quickly gave warning signals to the boy's mind he mustn't let his origin bullet him otherwise he would die a death that would be beyond painful to any normal man. 

The boy reinforced himself and jumped out of the way of the gun's fire, but this turned out to be a bad move because the servant now suddenly appeared next to my younger counterpart like a ghost. No time is given to even think of a blueprint to project.

The Assassin swung its steel combat knife slashing then reappearing with another slash I could barely even keep up with his movements. It's only thanks to my mind's eye and reinforcement that I am able to slightly perceive his movements.

"M-my body is made out of swords," the boy chanted, my eyes parted slightly to think he would be able to start developing and even partially use his own reality marble so early. 

Then again, he's probably going through the same process I went through when I combated my red Archer counterpart. By interacting with a possible future version that is technically Shirou Emiya this alternate present and past version of myself should be gaining a rapid boost in both magecraft and combat experience.

The Assassins knife shattered against his body while the wounds he attained stitched themselves back together with swords "𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐒𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝," he chants the first step to our aria. 

I see now the boy's hoping to use Caladbolg as a bullet but still has no idea how to do that fully. Closing my eyes, I call up the information blueprint for Caladbolg Bullet and send it over for him to use. 

Assassin it seemed was not going to give the boy anytime to project the bullet in response Shirou Emiya started launching a volley of projections distracting him for a while ""𝐌𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬...𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐠!" with that he launched the broken bullet at the Assassin.

The servant stood no chance the broken bullet shot itself forward tearing the space around it apart and blew his chest open leaving a trail of red and blue in it's aftermath. 

It seemed like it was over though, but I could faintly still sense his presence barely alive at that though. I try to convey this to the boy, but his mind was too exhausted to even be thinking I clicked my teeth in irritation as the Assassin placed his blade on the boy's throat ready to kill him. 

I looked into his eyes which at first seemed emotionless, but further behind I could see that he was fighting the corruption's influence. Slowly he reversed the grip on his knife and stabbed himself instead, fully killing him this time. 

At the end of the day the future version of Emiya Kiritsugu pulled through and managed to stop himself from killing his adopted son. 

"Ahahahahahaha!!!" the boy suddenly burst out laughing I really do hate my shitty luck was the thought I picked up causing me to chuckle "that tends to happen when you have a E-rank luck stat but at least the effect of our luck is nothing like the hound of chulainn's heh," I muttered out. 

The boy then uninstalled my card and took the Assassin card in his pocket, but I could tell he wasn't going to make it the way he was it would only be a matter of time before he falls into an unconscious state. 

My prediction came true as the boy soon fell forward in exhaustion "Shirou!" came the very familiar voice of the witch. She's a lot younger here but even so in my eyes all she will ever be is pure evil. I don't believe for one second that this woman doesn't have some sort of agenda. 

Looks like the boy and I will be having a chat soon. 

-end of chapter twelve part three-

Alright here it is two chapters all at once to make up for the lost time that I used in order to think things through and sort of just vent out with some of my friends who helped me a lot since they've been through what I experienced. 

Uploading schedules will be shifting to whenever I can just write and post because I have summer school (I need a couple of classes to be made up and clear some of the other classes that my major requires ahead of time).