[Comprehensive] Fate holy fool

First day of rematch · Early morning

……

seven in the morning.

Satsuki woke up from a peaceful dream that she hadn't experienced for a long time, and reluctantly opened her eyes.

"..."

In the grotesque dream, she seemed to have returned to the time when she first met Sakura.

For Satsuki, the time spent with Sakura is like a kaleidoscope, and every day will change the angle to reflect different brilliance, and every day can encounter new surprises and miracles.Time itself is also gentle and soft, like cherry blossoms flying all over the sky, rendering the world a thin red, wrapping her in it with an intoxicating fragrance——

package...of which...

... She seemed to be wrapped in something warm and thick.

"...?"

Satsuki raised her head.

Only then did she realize that she was not in her familiar bedroom.

This place is neither a monotonous and cold student apartment, nor a warm coffee shop room, but a spacious hall similar to a reception room, with an elegant and generous layout and neatly arranged tea tables and couches.

At the same time, there was a soft sound of clothes falling off her body.Gao Yue subconsciously looked down, and what caught her eyes was two overlapping bright colors, one black and one red.

The red one is superior in size and quality, no matter how you look at it, it looks like the big fur (?) that Karna usually wears on his shoulders, while the black one is——

"Yo, good morning. You're finally awake!"

The bright voice sounded from a short distance away instantly drove away the drowsiness. Satsuki raised her head and saw the ponytailed girl of the Saber rank—the rebellious knight Mordred sitting on the sofa chair with her legs crossed. On his back, he waved at her with a bright face.

"Did you sleep well last night? It's really you who came to the preparation room to spend the night twelve hours in advance. How much you look forward to the rematch. Thanks to you, the Master can't move after seeing this scene. That guy Lancer has also been here, probably because Matou Sakura gave him some new instructions... Really, both of you are like this, if you have something in your stomach, can't you open it up and explain it? It's annoying."

"...? 'Cut it open', does it mean to ask us to cut seppuku face to face..." WWw. [-]Yue.ORG

Completely misunderstood Mordred's awkward kindness, Satsuki slowly lifted off the bright red fur on her body - probably left when Karna came to visit last night - and what was under the fur, A black windbreaker long enough to completely cover her from head to toe.

"It's so warm."

She stroked the fur and murmured, "Afterwards, I have to return this... fluffy thing to Karna, and thank him by the way."

"Hey, don't forget that Master also has a share?"

Mordred spread out a relaxed expression of indifference, but his words showed enthusiasm that was close to chatter.

"If you forget him, the Master said it doesn't matter, who wants you to remember, maybe you will squat in the corner and cry secretly. Thinking about it, it's miserable, isn't it."

"I don't think the senior will cry..."

Rubbing her sleepy eyes with one hand, Satsuki turned over and landed on the ground, and at the same time picked up the black clothes that were warmed by her body temperature, and piled them on Akutagawa with clumsy movements - thin and thin, rare wearing only a white shirt , right now, he was leaning against the young man who was sleeping lightly with his eyes closed on the back of the sofa.

"However, I really need to thank you. I am obviously in poorer health than me. If I am not careful, I will catch a cold, and if I catch a cold, I will be hospitalized... In the eyes of the seniors, I must always be the one who needs to be taken care of."

"I don't really understand. But, isn't that what the so-called 'brothers and sisters' are?"

Mordred clicked his tongue, and propped his temple with one hand as if thinking about something, "Although there is nothing to miss, whenever I see you, I will think of Gawain and Gareth for some reason. Oh, Gareth is Gawain's little sister, and Gawain is that annoying top student—"

"I know."

Satsuki nodded, "Last year, he used the Internet in the student union room to download notebooks openly, and seemed to be bumped into by Mr. El-Melloi, and he asked confidently, 'Leo has already approved, is there any problem'. It is indeed a round table Prince Charming second to none. It is said that since then, Mr. El-Melloi has had a stomachache from disillusionment for two weeks.”

"That's really disillusioned?! What, so he is that kind of Gao Wen!!—By the way, what is a 'book'?"

...Then what are you disillusioned with?

"Isn't it disillusioned enough to use the public network to download the resources you want? Isn't rounding off public funds embezzled?!"

Mordred made a very serious complaint.What she said was so reasonable that Gao Yue couldn't refute it.

...But, that.

Are you really the legendary rebel knight?You will be issued a good person card when you go to the street, right?

"Tsk..."

Probably disturbed by their noisy conversation, Akutagawa frowned, and his black eyelashes, which were thicker for men, began to tremble slightly.Satsuki suddenly realized that just now is actually very suitable for graffiti, such as writing "Dazai-sensei, look at me" on his face...but forget it.

It was early morning, and the sky was dimly lit.

There is no sound in the surroundings, only the soft and slightly intoxicating spring light like tulle floats, and the translucent morning light coats all the scenes in the room with a halo of light.

From the gap in the open window, a refreshing wind flowed in.A few petals of residual cherry blossoms fluttered and fell with the wind, and when they landed, they swirled unwillingly and lonely, trying to decorate the radiant floor with some bright red.

In this fantasy-like soft scene, Akutagawa slowly raised his eyelids, unconsciously opened and closed his lips, and was facing Satsuki who was sitting upright in front of him (in order to conceal the sudden urge to scribble):

"you……"

"Morning, good morning, senior."

Gao Yue straightened her back hastily, "I didn't take out the marker pen!"

——then said it was a slip of the tongue.

"........."

Akutagawa expressionlessly grabbed a cushion from his hand, and then patted her on the forehead.

"Get out of here and wash up, right now. Don't look at me with shame in the early morning."

"……Oh."

"Then, let me prepare the breakfast."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a flash of light, and the handsome spearman in green appeared, "Master, don't worry, please rest assured to tidy up here. Is the menu the same as usual?"

"Well, please..."

Satsuki didn't seem to be fully awake yet, she swooped when she got up, thanks to Saber reaching out in time to avoid the oncoming floor lampshade.

"I said Lancer, are you really at ease leaving her here alone?"

Mordred waved his hand, and shouted back angrily and amusedly: "Even if we form an alliance temporarily, Master and I are not on the same side with you. After all, that Matou Sakura doesn't like us. In other words, you still put We regard it as competitors, so it would be better to be more vigilant?"

"No, it's not necessary."

Diarmuid also stopped when he heard the words, straightened his body as solemnly as a pine tree, and spoke with a clear expression without any doubt or haze.

"Even if you are not companions, the two of you will not do anything that endangers the Master's safety. Regarding this point, the Master and I have the same sincere trust—and, I also believe that you will not let down this trust, Saber. "

"...Oh, you are right in saying that. My Master is that one. How should I put it, although he is a villain? His temper is also as bad as you can see, but if someone else has an emergency, he still can't let go. No matter...well, that's the way it is. He is a troublesome person, but he is unexpectedly refreshing."

"Saber, you talk too much."

After watching Satsuki unsteadily close the bathroom door, Akutagawa turned to Saber and said in a deep voice, "Besides, what do you know about me—"

"Me? I know a lot, isn't this a dream? By the way, Master, there is something I have always wanted to ask you, the one I saw in my dream..."

"—Saber."

"Wait a moment, Saber. I have to clarify one thing, the 'trust' I mentioned just now is not just for Akutagawa."

As if to ease the suddenly tense air, Diarmuid smoothed things over in good faith, bringing the topic back to its original point in a half-serious, half-kind tone.

"It's the same for you, Saber. At first I heard that you were the knight who brought the legend of King Arthur to an end. I thought it would be such a vicious character... But after actually getting in touch with it, I was overwhelmed by your cheerful words and will-filled sword edge , the prejudice caused by rumors will disappear. So——At this moment, I also trust your character as a knight, Lord Mordred."

"Varied……"

Mordred's expression froze for a moment.

Then—as if a pot of water suddenly boiled in her head, an astonishing amount of steam (?) was spurted out from the girl's seven orifices at the same time, and then she folded her arms and turned her face to the side suddenly, holding only the reddened ears. Facing the calm green spearman who was completely unaware of himself and the slime and made a critical strike.

"Shishishi suddenly said something stupid, you. Say, say that I have a 'knight character' or something, what kind of bad joke is this? I can't even laugh! I have not given up on surpassing my father. .If I meet that, that...yes, that blue King Arthur in the Holy Grail War! When that time comes, I will never show mercy, and this time I must fight my father to a showdown—"

"Yes. Then I will pray that you can get your wish. Come on, Saber."

"Oh... oh, don't you understand it, thank you. ——Wait a minute!! Lancer, I said you, this is completely coaxing the tone of a child, isn't it??"

Akutagawa: "..."

I was a little tired and wanted to sleep for a while, pretending I didn't hear anything.

……

——However, I can't sleep, because the entrance time is coming soon.

When Satsuki finished her grooming and pushed the door out, Akutagawa stood facing the large full-length mirror in the room, smoothed the hem of the shirt with one hand, and then began to tie the scarf with skillful gestures.

The long black coat was casually put on the side, and the armor was taken off, and the white Akutagawa... It's a bit strange to say that, anyway, when he took off the coat, his whole body shrank. Then he restrained himself, and his back, which was bent due to coughing, looked thinner and weaker.

"...? Fukamachi, what are you looking at there?"

Sensing Satsuki's distracted gaze, Akutagawa turned around with a displeased face.

"'Look at what'... Well, this is really a difficult question. Because there are so many things worth noting, I don't know where to start. Please allow me to sort out the language."

— Really, very indescribable.

The neatly folded scarf hangs down to the chest, and the accordion pleats are smooth and straight. Whenever the young man moves, the multi-layered ruffles on the cuffs and hem float like white flowers.If the word "mafia" is not mentioned, no one will be surprised even if he is a noble young master who was pampered and pampered in Europe centuries ago.

Therefore, Satsuki has always cared about...

"In short, it's...Senior. Isn't your dress really a woman's?"

(Wow————)

Mordred gasped, and suddenly raised his hand to cover his mouth.

(Although I don’t quite understand it, but this is probably a land mine?! Is it really okay to just ask like this——!!!)

"........."

Uncommonly, Akutagawa didn't attack immediately, but kept silent for a while with his lips tightly pressed together.

"...???"

During this period, Satsuki herself, who stepped on a landmine, was still ignorant and unconscious, and in the eyes of Mordred who was watching, this silence was even more dignified than the dark clouds hovering over Camelot in the past.

Then, Akutagawa spoke.

"...Fukamachi."

It was a chilling sound.

It's like a traveler who has been trekking in the desert for several months and is so thirsty that smoke is coming out of his throat. After finally groping for a cool spring, he can't wait to lean over and press his lips——

However, what flows in the spring is Laoshan White Flower Snake Grass Water, as if there are Swedish herring swimming in it.

"Fukamachi, I won't say it a second time. Listen carefully."

Akutagawa spoke slowly.

It's as slow as making words.

The deep resentment congealed in his eyes looked more creepy than the eyeballs of a dying herring.

“—[This is a style.]”

"……Oh."

(What, unexpectedly serious answer... It seems that I was worrying unfoundedly.)

Mordred also heaved a sigh of relief, and jumped down to go to the cafeteria to fill his stomach with some junk food.

However, contrary to expectations, Satsuki's long journey of seeking knowledge did not stop there:

"Well, I understand when you put it that way, senpai. I saw it in Sakura's girl magazine, and this is the Lolita style that is emerging now—"

"no!!!"

……

……

……

Akutagawa understands.

Akutagawa fully understands the source of Matou Sakura's hostility and what kind of situation she is worried about.

Because I understand, I feel unhappy.

because--

Just like he was the one who first met Dazai instead of Atsushi Nakajima, the encounter between Akutagawa and Fukamachi Satsuki was originally before Satsuki fell in love with Matou Sakura at first sight (?).

If he really had ulterior motives like what Sakura was vigilant about, he and Satsuki wouldn't have just had the loose relationship they have now -- and it lasted four or five years before Sakura raised his vigilance.

Of course... if you have to say it, it's not completely careless.

At least once or twice, in his innocent and emotional boyhood, before he was wrapped in black armor, he had more or less considered it.

However, the ending is just like this moment, the time is fleeting, and there is no ending for the boy and the girl.

Akutagawa doesn't think this is his problem.

No matter how you say it, it should be that Gao Yue has a bigger problem.

Therefore, he hoped that Matou Sakura would better put herself in other people's plight and think about it while venting her anger——

[The little girl who had good intentions when I was young is a fool, what can I do.I am also very desperate. 】

……

"Miss Saber, Miss Saber. Why did the senior hit me again, did I say something wrong?"

"Ah? Of course it's because you owe it to me. Listen carefully, don't say that the Master just dresses like a girl, even if he really has a womanizer, it's the younger generation's duty to shut up and quietly protect the interests of the senior. .How can you tell the truth, idiot!"

"...You two are almost the same, shut up."

……

That being said.

Akutagawa is not tired of this kind of casual relationship that is as warm as water.He was used to living at a distance from others, and more importantly, he and Fukamachi Satsuki had chosen different paths a long time ago, and there would be no intersection between killing and saving people, turning to light and turning to darkness. .

Both parties made their own decisions.There was no shortage of regrets, but nothing to regret or regret.

So for him, whether this relationship is good, or the time he spent as a member of the "Dazai Osamu Classroom" in Sui Qunyuan, at best it is nothing more than—while he was rushing along the long road, he suddenly looked back and found It's just a round of flowers that don't belong to me blooming.

My own life is nothing but ashes, bones, mud, and the lingering blood.No matter how you think about it, it is not the soil suitable for flowering.

Until the flower finds the most suitable fertile soil, it's not bad to take care of it so reluctantly... Although it's okay to be splashed in the face by the poison sprayed out of the flower occasionally.

"Karna, Karna. Why did the senior and Ms. Saber say that I owe a beating, what did I say wrong?"

"? No, I can't find any problems from your speech, maybe it's the difference in understanding between people. Sure enough, the so-called 'communication' is a more difficult obstacle than any powerful enemy."

"........."

... No, it shouldn't be said "before I found it".

"That's right. Fukamachi, have you found it..."

At this moment, there were still three seconds before Matou Sakura arrived on the battlefield.

Akutagawa turned his back to the soon-to-be-formed Shura Field, and looked up at the distorted clear blue sky outside the window.On the pure background without a trace of cloud, the cherry blossoms dance lightly like snow.

Like the aftertaste of a dream.

It is also like rubbing shoulders and staggering, silent and fruitless mood.

……Um.

Such a daily life is not bad.

In this way, the young man—a murderer who lurks in the night, who neither expects nor is destined to become the sun—curves the corners of his lips under the warm spring sky, and a line of unknown unknown flashes across his pale face. Lonely smile, melted and disappeared in an instant.