"Lies! You know well that I was also wounded in the fight, so don't you dare tell tall tales on how I did this. I mean, what would I get by doing this, and let's be honest, I have no reason to attack you (but if you eat my curry rice though...)..."
Spitting the few drops of blood remaining in his body, Kozuki laid his sad eyes on Artoria. "Y'know, I was an assassin for most of my life. I had come to this beautiful city to leave behind my past, far from the control of the High Table. To be honest, I have no friends left, not since Shimazu Koji was killed by that Chinese cunt. Sure, he was taken out later, but by then it was too little, too late. *Cough*, *cough*, I thought that I would die alone, with no friends by my side. As an assassin, the deadliest thing you could have is friends, for friends are the greatest weapons your enemy could have. But after meeting Medea, I realised... I realised that friends are something everybody needs, to support you, to help you..."
Sputting another globule of blood, Souichiro's face grew paler, revealing that he had little time left...
"I did not even want to join this damn war, but after meeting a struggling woman, for the first time in my life, I wanted to truly help someone, of my own volition. Though we only met for a few days, she had filled up my heart with light that could never be...
But you, Saber, why did you have to torture Medea like that!?
I saw how you commanded that motherfucking lizard to chew apart my legs, how you toyed with Medea, before letting that fucking girl dissolve her into confetti...
How fucked up can you be!?"
Panting, Souichiro gave a venomous stare at Shirou, angered beyond belief. Hand in pocket, he grabbed ahold of the butterfly knife hidden in his coat pocket, before a single sentence shook his beliefs:
"Uh, Saber was here with us all night..."
Emerging from the back, Artoria came to see who it was, a bowl of yakisoba in hand. "Ne Shirou, who is it~"
Seeing Artoria with clear green eyes, Souichiro filtered, replacing his burning anger with ice-cold fear. "W-wait, if you were here, then who was that girl outside–"
Suddenly, without any warning, Souichiro's already-mutilated body exploded, showering the confused trio in a shower of blood and flesh.
"KYAAAAAAHHH!"
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"Hey Sella, do you know where onii-chan is?"
Cleaning the cup in her hand, Sella thought about it, before remembering where Shirou went:
Oh by the way, please don't tell Ilya that I'm going to Rin's house...
Feeling a sudden urge of mischief, Sella couldn't help but tell Ilya where Shirou went. "Oh, I can't wait to see my grandchild soon..."
That was all that was needed for Ilya to realise where Shirou went–
That thieving cat!!!
Grinding her teeth, she immediately tilted towards the door, wanting to ensure that her beloved bro– husband's virginity was still intact. Just as she reached the door, it flew open, banging her nose on the handle. "OWWW! Who's blind enough to hit a little girl!? Wait till I let Berser– MAMA!?"
Standing in front of her was a tall, albino German, wearing a pure white camisole dress and carrying a large suitcase.
"Hai, hai, Ilya, look who's back...?