Chapter 2: Adoption
Tulip, almond, and dew.
These were the comforting and vaguely familiar fragrances I felt before I opened my eyes.
Unfortunately, I cannot distinguish the environment that I found ".
Diffuse shapes of green, brown, and white were the colors that most stood out in my view.
My mind was foggy.
My body was heavy, with an effort I tried to move.
"I ask that you do not try, little one."
Only to be stopped by a solemn voice.
I realize in a confusing way that I was lying on the lap of another person, the white I saw was the fabric of his clothes and he was stroking my hair affectionately.
"I am happy to have survived this challenge little one, his willpower and determination are extremely impressive, like your father. "
My mind was unable to determine the gender of the person who spoke, but with its low intonation, it can still detect a touch of sadness in his voice.
"Unfortunately, our time is short and this may be the first and last time in conversation, your presence here is not by chance it was very expected that you would come to this dimension, do not worry about your destiny and your neighbor, but remember - any path you choose to take can lead to many challenges in the future, so no matter what your choice, I will always be by your side supporting and cheering, know that ... I am very proud of you, little one ".
The more I spoke the more, his voice got bigger, the heavier it became, his sadness was extremely audible as well as his affection, the logo can feel a little bit of pollution in my hair and not finish his voice or pass a whisper.
"Now it's time to wake up, certain people are waiting for you on the other side, and don't forget to forget who you are! ".
With a lot of effort, move my head slightly to try to identify this mysterious figure, although I cannot see, trace a glimpse, a light rose over a figure, hovering over me briefly, preventing me from correctly identifying, you can observe an androgenic procedure of what I believed being a masculine form, with long hair, his bright eyes were the only things they could identify and did not belong to a human.
My brief stunned state was awakened by a little pressure on my forehead, his lips are still pressed to move a single word.
"Wake up".
The effect was instantly sudden and I found myself in front of a white ceiling.
The familiar smell of alcohol and antiseptic danced in my nostrils like an old friend.
Something that I easily recognized, who else would not recognize a work environment?
For a moment, I thought I was back in the old nursing room and that all I had been through was just a nightmare from one of the many naps I received during my breaks.
Oh, how sweet the illusion is.
I felt my hopes were shattered by the painful protests in my gut.
Unfortunately my body was at odds with my mind.
Hung...
"Water." I shaved with my throat, followed by a dry cough.
I saw blots around me when I felt the sweet, life-giving liquid on my lips.
I drank greedily like a dying man in the middle of the desert who found an oasis, even if I wasn't a fan of his unpleasant taste, I wouldn't be stingy to the point of denying one of the main sources of life, his cold touch flowed through my throat hydrating me and rejuvenating.
My vision cleared when I finished drinking the vital fluid that had been presented to me.
"How are you feeling, child?" asks a blond man (who believed to be the doctor).
"Can you get the number of the truck that hit me?" I groaned, realizing how high my voice was.
He laughed in response, his laughter was one of relief. "I don't think so, your recovery time is remarkable, you and the second patient to heal are so miraculous, but I have to ask, do you know what your name is?"
My name? Do I think with a frown, given the circumstances I find myself in, is it necessary to use my old name?
Now that I was safe, the fears I had buried were lightly probing my mind.
I vaguely remembered the dream I had.
The words of the dreamed being had opened a new box of worms.
Why did I end up here? how? and what searched my mind the most, was why me among so many others?
Any hope of returning to my old life, had turned to dust with those words given by the stranger in my dream ...
!?
My line of reasoning was abruptly cut off when I felt a slight pressure on my head.
Moving my face up slightly, I notice that the doctor had given the famous pat head, with a tender look where his concern and anguish was visible in his eyes.
I realized I was thinking so deeply I had forgotten to answer the doctor's question.
As if my distress is perceived, he responds.
"Don't worry, child, get some rest, you can tell me about it later".
That said, he says goodbye and leaves the room leaving me with my thoughts.
She stands for a moment, looking at the door without expression.
'Sigh' so much to answer a question.
I return to looking at my lap, unconsciously moving a streak of dark hair behind my ear, note to herself after reflecting on all this, get a mirror.
In a way I was grateful, I needed to think about everything that happened and plan my future in this dark universe.
I had a vague idea of the future in front of me, I can deduce that anything I believe to happen in the events ahead may not happen, my solid presence in this universe has already shown effects, damn I almost screwed up with the Fate / stay night storyline!
This is all because Shirou saved me.
If it weren't for him I would fall, never to get up.
The fire had been made by the evil curses of mankind, the moment I showed weakness it would consume me.
And I didn't understand why, why had he saved me?
I knew that his hero complex had developed because of the guilt for survival in the fire, as well as the absolution of Emiya Kiritsugu's dream, but there was no reason why he could have saved me at that moment.
But
Did he know the risk he was taking?
That he could have died there?
Didn't he know how important he was?
....
Shirou, you sacrificed so much without ever complaining about the little you received, without ever giving up, without blinking even in the face of a challenge.
Heaven's Feel, the clock tower, the performers, grand order, and others ...
Well ... knowing the risks or not, you saved me and since I had already committed myself from now on I will take care of your back just as you take care of mine.
[Ok, list of main objectives:
1- Find a way to be adopted by the magus killer.
2-Learn Magecreft.
3-Make allies.
4-Train like you don't hear tomorrow.
5-Choose the first wife in an appropriate way for the idiot and prepare her for the damn charm of a damned Ero protagonist, if he is busy taking care of his wives he cannot screw with his own life.
6-DON'T let Shirou make the fucking pact with that bitch !! .]
I'll go deeper into the plans later, now where can I find a damn mirror ?!
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Long dark hair with a fringe, large and expressive eyes whose purple color stands out in a pale round face.
(A/N Spoiler Appearance: https://xanaanimereview.files.wordpress.com/2012/01/inu-x-boki-ss-ep-3-img0003-1024x576.png)
That's what I saw in my reflection after asking a nice nurse for a mirror.
?!
So how do I look in the form of an animation? I could see that I lost my original appearance (I was very happy not to lose my eyes was something I had always loved in my previous life thanks to my mother and her Alexandria genes).
In a way I would feel very uncomfortable if I was in someone else's body and of course being a child again still causes some discomfort but I will have many problems thanks to my peaceful personality.
Damn now I know why that nurse kept talking about how adorable she was and how she looked like a doll
Kaleid line prism Illya eat your heart
Joking aside, I still doubt something in this image
Why do I look so much like Ririchiyo Shirakiin?
"Hello".
!
I moved my head quickly to the source of the voice.
How did he get in here quietly ??
Damn ninja.
Sitting on a bench near my bed was a very familiar figure, tall, dark, mysterious, and in a dark suit.
Factors that would make any woman fall on her feet, ladies and gentlemen, this and Emiya Kiritsugu.
"Are you awake! exclaims a relieved voice."
That's when I noticed someone I recognized instantly, standing next to the bed.
Golden-eyed redhead dressed in jeans with a white shirt with green sleeves.
Shirou.
His expression was one of complete relief, his eyes shone with happiness and he had a big smile on his face.
"Hello!" I mumble in greeting, damn it, this was no time to be shy.
We ignored the Kawai squeak towards the door.
The spasm in Kiritsugu's right hand did not go unnoticed.
I saw that Emiya.
I looked at the man with mixed emotions.
Fear, sadness, pity, and sympathy.
"Y-you're also awake".
I inform the obvious back, not knowing how to proceed with this conversation.
"Yes, I've been up for about three days ..."
What?
"I am very happy to finally meet you, dad .....
HE HAS ADOPTED YOU?
"Said I had to wait you wake up so we can talk and get to know each other". The boy finished with an excited smile.
Since when is Shirou energetic? Shouldn't he be a traumatized child? please tell me he is not tall!
"Since he woke up he was extremely worried about you, I had to bring you several times to reassure you" informs Kiritsugu.
That is an exception, I believe that if it turns out that I was not the only survivor of a literal hell I would try everything to connect with that other person.
"Oh ... thank you .... year ... f-was it, you that got us out of there?"
"Yes, I'm Emiya Kiritsugu and this one and my adopted son Emiya Shirou."
"Nice to meet you, Emiya-sama, I'm Kuroko"
"Kuroko? No last name?"
"I do not remember."
"I understand retrograde amnesia, the same as Shirou."
"OH .." I say
"Kuroko-cha, I know you can be a little hasty but would you like to come with me?"
Okay, that seemed so wrong, for a moment you looked like Orochimaru himself in disguise.
But I disagree.
I must go with him
On the one hand, I could stay away from the moonlit world if I refused, but it would probably end up in the hands of that damn false priest.
On the other hand, being adopted by a magical killer ... well...
The choice is kind of obvious ...
I move my index finger with a thoughtful face, ignoring the nurse's hiss as well as Shirou's nervousness for my silence
After a few seconds, I give my answer.
"Year ... does that mean I can call you Tou-cha and Nii ...?"
The result was immediate.
Kiritsugu looked relieved.
"Yattai" vibrates Shirou.
Unfortunately they couldn't stay much longer because the visiting hours had ended, both said goodbye to their forms saying that they would bring the documents proving my adoption (Kiritsugu) and promising to bring dango for lunch (Shiro).
Soon the nurse returns to apply what I believed to be morphine, my eyelids quickly become heavy, and before I realize I start to fall into the arms of Morpheus with that last thought in my mind.
Emiya Kuroko, not bad for a simple shadow.
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