Friends of Kiritsugu

General POV

"Friends of Kiritsugu-san?" Fujimura Taiga thought aloud, remembering back to the time of Shirou's father. Emiya Kiritsugu was a peculiar man, frequently travelled overseas and back, before he passed away that is. "Yes, Kiritsugu mentioned his son a few times to us. We're truly sorry for his death and having came here to Fuyuki to enjoy local tourism," Ariane lied without shame.

"That so? Where are you currently staying?" Fujimura Taiga continued asking more questions. "At the Emiya compound. Shirou kindly offered us stay for the next few days or weeks," Ariane said with a hum as she handed the bow back to Ayako. "Weeks? You seem young to be work partners with Kiritsugu-san," Fujimura Taiga forced.

"Young? We get that a lot. I'm 28 myself, must be the special anti-aging Western genes, am I right?" Even Ariane doesn't believe in what she's saying herself but she doesn't show it. "Well, since Shirou has allowed accommodation, there's nothing I could do really," except press Shirou for more food, yes that would be sufficient.

The club door opened to reveal Shirou, looking like he had a huge headache. "Fujimura-nee," Shirou said as his path was immediately blocked by his guardian. "So, Shirou, who are these two?" Fujimura Taiga's eyes flashed dangerously as she stared at the two beautiful girls behind Shirou. "These are acquaintances of my father," Shirou told.

"Acquaintances of Kiritsugu-san? Similar to those two," she pointed at Crynn and Ariane with her thumb. "Yes, they came together," Shirou seemed to realize that Crynn and Ariane might have used the same excuse (they did) which pulled an inward sigh of relief from Shirou. "And you're all living together in the same house?" Fujimura Taiga shook Shirou's shoulders.

"Yes they are, they're only staying temporarily, I don't see the fault in it," Shirou slowly moved his guardian's hands away from him, trying to calm her down. "Shirou, tell me the truth. Have you... Have you truly became an adult?" Shirou's expression turned utterly hilarious at that, gaping mouth and all as well as slowly reddening cheeks.

"Wh-What?! Of course not! Let me introduce them, they're sisters Saber and Mordred," Shirou quickly made up and since he couldn't call them out as 'father' and 'son', he opt for sisters instead which earned a quiet growl from Mordred. "Saber?" A whisper was quietly exhaled from Sakura in a corner, clenching her hands hard not at the prospect of Shirou becoming an 'adult' in a sense (she has more confidence to commence that) but on the name, 'Saber'.

"Fine, I'll allow it, I'll just think of it as a homestay, a four person homestay," Fujimura Taiga grumbled as she looked at Saber first, sensing nothing of any sorts from her but then, Mordred... "Why is she using a raincoat?" Hearing that, Shirou began sweating cold, need to think of another reason for that.

"She's afraid of the rain! Hahaha... The weather forecast in the morning tells of light rain in the evening," Shirou laughed, you can notice it's quite fake but his guardian can be too dense to notice it. Speaking of which, Shirou needs to go buy some appropriate clothing for Mordred, as soon as possible, preferably right now.

"Actually Fuji-nee, we're leaving for a while, I have some errands to run," Fujimura Taiga blinked her eyes. "Yes, sure, just remember to cook tonight!" Fujimura Taiga flapped her hands as she went back into the range, going by her club duties. "Let's go."

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"Just pick something sensible," the group arrived at a large 5 floor clothing store filled with all kinds of apparel from kids to adults, scarfs to socks, watches to bags, everything's complete here. "I don't care, as long as it's something that could be worn," Mordred shrugged as she started looking around the place.

"You too Saber, anything you'd like?" Shirou offered generously. His father, Emiya Kiritsugu is a very wealthy man. With his death, came a large fortune that includes multiple oversees estates, vehicles, and surprisingly, a lot of gold. Shirou had always wondered what his father did as a job, he is a mage, but what does he really do?

"Hmm..." Saber just hummed as she stared at a poster of a businessman, wearing executive suits, fully furnished, immensely elegant. "Oh? You could get it if you want, Saber. It would look good on you," Shirou complimented as his brain conjured images of Saber on a suit, handsome. "Ahem... Ahem... Better not, it would only draw more attention."

"Alright then, how about you two?" Trying not to sound disappointed, Shirou passed on to Crynn and Ariane whom shook their heads. "We have our own wardrobe." And so began the short journey of finding something to wear for Mordred. "This looks cool and comfy," Mordred grabbed a clothing and stretched it by its sides, flexible and fluffy, only problem is, it's a tube top.

"Can't you find, something proper worthy of your upbringing," Saber scolded, a tick present on her forehead. "Fine," Mordred rolled her eyes as she selected some long black jeans, black buttoned up shirt and a red parka jacket. "How's this," Mordred said as she presented herself out of the fitting room, looking very fabulous, certainly stylish.

"It looks nice Mordred," Shirou thought so, everyone thought so, everyone's a good to go. Shirou cashed in, throwing in some tips as everyone made their way out of the store. "Time to get back, it's close to evening," Shirou checked his watch, displaying the time. "I'm looking forward to your cooking," Ariane really does, remembering how delicious food in animations look.

"It's nothing really," Shirou said as they walked down the road, it's only a short walk back to the compound since the store is quite close to the city's main residential zone. As they strolled, Crynn and Ariane felt a familiar presence, very familiar, so familiar that they could almost definitely name this presence, so, who is it?

"Crynn, Ariane, it's not been 12 hours and we've already came across each other, it must've been fate!"