"So comfy..." Haru murmured into his pillow. Not even three seconds after he entered his room did he flop onto it. Any second now, he'd fall asleep. Good thing, too. His mom looked outright pissed he skipped school today and never bothered to explain himself. He'd explain tomorrow morning… if he remembers. "So… tired..."
Altera giggled as she sat next to her master, a hand at her mouth. "Today was rather exhausting, wasn't it?" she asked before she leaned over, ruffling his hair. "Sweet dreams, Master."
"Nightey night..." came the dull response. Seconds later, she heard soft snoring. "Zzz..."
Altera smirked in amusement as she watched her Master's sleeping form. He was so strange. Yet so interesting at the same time.
In all honesty, when she had been summoned, she half expected to find a Master who shared her views. A Master who knew only how to destroy everything. A warrior. Instead, she found a young boy, terrified at what he had been thrusted himself into. And also someone who was not ashamed to show off his perversion, if his room was of any indication. Regardless of that fact, she found him also head-strong. He was so… willing to try and throw himself into the fray. He understood nothing of his situation, yet continued to trudge forward.
Not the weirdest she's seen… but definitely the most interesting. And, if she is being honest… the cutest she's seen too. His physical body wasn't anything special, but his face had this charm to it. Ashamed as she was to admit it, she agreed with Illya that he had a most wonderful posterior.
"Goodness..." she whispered to herself, pink dusting to her cheeks. "Why must he make me feel this way? What a horrible Master you are, Haru..."
[... Heh. Never thought I'd see the day when you would be blushing over a boy. It seems the world has truly changed if it's turned you into a school girl, Attila.]
The Saber's eyes widened as the voice reached her ears. She snapped her head toward the source, which just happened to be the glowing green gem on the back of the boy's left hand.
"... Ddraig..."
[It has been a long time. Truth be told, I never would have thought you would become a Servant. It seems my host is either unlucky to have a troublesome woman at his side… or lucky that one of his predecessors is his guardian.] the voice, deep and rumbling, spoke with a certain fascination. [That Einzbern woman woke me up when she unfurled his Magic Circuits. I must say, he might be the first of my hosts to actually pursue the path of magic, rather than lose himself to his fists.]
Altera's red eyes narrowed dangerously. For a moment, the being within wondered if she would draw her blade and cut off her Master's hand right then and there, just to silence him. "... If I am honest, I had hoped I would never see you again."
[I'm fully aware you don't care for me.] the Red Dragon of Domination huffed. [But unless you know of a way to separate a Sacred Gear from their host without dying, I'm all ears in here.]
Altera bit her lip. As much as it pained her to admit, the dragon was right. Sacred Gears are intertwined with the soul. Even if she found a way to remove it, her master's life would be at risk. While she didn't appreciate the dragon's presence… she would tolerate it for her Master's sake.
After all, given what was coming on the horizon, he was going to need Ddraig's assistance.
[That aside… when did you turn into such a softie?] At this, Altera's eyes burned with fury, fingers twitching. [Oh, don't give me that look. I've watched you enough during this entire time to know you have feelings for this new host of mine. Heheh… then again, kid is interesting. Never thought I'd see the day when my host's perversion is practically out in plain sight.]
"Do you really wish to start something, lizard?" She growled threateningly.
[Just stating a fact. Don't get your panties in a bunch.] Ddraig snickered. [Well, I'll be going back to sleep now. Be sure to keep an eye on the boy.]
Altera scowled. "That was already my intention." she said angrily. "Now hurry and make yourself scarce."
She received no response. Instead, the green light faded from his hand. When it did, Altera found herself having a hard time keeping her anger under control. Her teeth were gnashed together, threatening to break and her nails dug deep into her palms, threatening to break the skin.
The source of her Rage? One annoying, red Dragon.
She thought she was free of his existence the moment she perished many years ago. Now, however, she was forced to deal with it again. Only this time, it was a part of her Master. She hoped she didn't have to hear the dragon's voice again, but it seemed as if Fate was going to be rather uncooperative with her. Not surprising.
"I truly do hate it when he calls me by that stupid name." Altera grumbled, her good mood completely gone.
She gave a sigh and stood up, her body dissolving into its spiritual state.
Before his mother could chew him out, Haru left the house while stuffing a piece of toast in his mouth, running as fast as possible. Master. Altera advised. If you run any faster, you may trip and hurt yourself. That, and you'll lose your breakfast.
"I know that!" he said, digging into his toast as quickly as possible. "But I don't want to deal with kaa-chan when she's really pissed! I can deal with it when I get home!" He then gave a grimace, skidding around the street corner and dancing around a man in a business suit, nearly crashing into him in his haste. "Worse, I have to deal with Kaichou too! I'm totally effin' screwed!"
I'm sure the Student Council President will forgive you for meeting with family.
"I'm sure they would, if they weren't Shitori Souna!" Mentioning her name, Haru shuddered, no doubt imagining the torture that woman would put him through. Already, he wished his ears were sound proof, for the lecture that awaited him would be long winded and harsh. "Aaah...! Why me?!"
He desperately wished he didn't have to come to school. Or at the very least, turn into an Astral form like his servant. He wanted to avoid Sona as much as possible to avoid being chewed out. But it seemed like fate would not allow him to.
In hindsight, he probably should've just talked to his mom about meeting Ilya and have him excused from a day of school. At times like these, he really wished he stopped to think ahead. Now he had to face the consequences.
Speaking of consequences...
... Fuck. he cursed, biting his lip. I'll have to see Gremory-senpai and her Peerage too! They'll be gunning for me the first chance they get!
I won't let them. Saber swore to him fiercely. If they so much as lay a hand on you, I will kill them.
I appreciate it Saber, but we're outnumbered 7 to 2. You may be the strongest servant out of the 7 classes, but they still have 3 servants on their side, plus they're Devils...
I have faced stronger opponents. Altera rebuked his concerns. Even if my opponent is of the likes of Vlad the Impaler, he cannot compare to the White Dragon Emperor.
Vlad the Impaler? Haru frowned. He felt as if he had heard that name before. He was about to question what she meant, but no sooner had he entered the front gate did he feel a piercing glare aimed at him. A shiver ran down his spine as he was forced to stop his sprint. Not far from him—right in the center of the courtyard, stood the ever-imposing form of Shitori Souna, President of Kuoh Academy's Student Council and Third member of the Onee-samas of Kuoh. Ooooooooh fuck me.
"Namikaze-kun..." Sona said, her even voice causing him to shudder as her tone promised nothing but the harshest of punishments for him. "I hope you realize that simply arriving ten minutes early will not excuse you skipping school yesterday." Haru tried to offer some excuse, but he found the words dying in his throat. "Student Council Room. Lunch time. If you do not show up, do expect a 'friendly' home visit."
Knowing better than to defy the ice queen before him, he nodded frigidly. "H-hai..."
Sona nodded curtly at his response before turning on her heel and walking away. As soon as she was out of sight, Haru let out a breath he had no idea he had been holding and leaned against the school gate. That was a terrifying experience!
As usual… the Iron Queen of Kuoh was as frigid as ever. He was definitely going to have to go during lunch. Even he was not stupid enough to ignore the dangers of the Student Council President. With a sigh, he trudged forward to class, the spectral form of Altera walking behind him. However, in the midst of their walk, she looked up and narrowed her eyes, finding a familiar regal figure standing atop the school.
Lancer...
From where she stood, she saw the man smirking, as if recognizing her presence. However, his body soon faded away into black mist, vanishing shortly after. The female's eyes narrowed in suspicion before returning her attention to her master. If the Masters here were going to focusing their attention to him… then she would gladly respond with her sword.