Beginning
There are Command Spells on your left hand. A strange voice in your head said; “You are the Master of Caster-class Servant. It’s your chance. Don’t waste it.” A catalyst is under your bed.
Just as the man was finally able to sleep, a sharp burning sensation jolted him awake. Something familiar, nostalgic, but also a bitter memory that dug out many emotions that he had hid deep within the dying body of his. Kiritsugu slowly sat up as he looked around his room. Was this the Grail’s curse? No - it was real. The command seals were real. But how? It was impossible - wasn’t it?
There was a strange sensation, other than the heart wrenching throb in his chest and hand — his futon. There was something under it? From what he recalled, Kiritsugu had put his gun under his pillow, not the futon. So when he stuffed his hand underneath it and pulled out the offending item, it was impossible for the man to not scowl at the sight.
Why.
No.
He didn’t want this.
A cough shook his body, the hand brought up was the hand with the red sharp command seals, taunting, laughing at his incapability. Kiritsugu tried to catch the blood. Getting any on his clothes or futon was a bad thing - Shirou might find out.
"…"
He was going to wait until morning to do anything.
She felt a strange sensation - indeed she sensed someone with an odd aura. He seemed to have a certain power about him, though it seemed to be deeply hidden. Stepping forward out of the darkness, she approached the figured whom already seemed to be struggling with himself. She sighed, was this really who called her out?
She kept herself hidden, not wanting to make herself known just yet. How could this person... be tied to her? Could it really be possible?
"Are you my Master?"
She asked at least, her voice echoing a bit through the steep walls. It seemed to break through the the deafening silence.
