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#KYCMU — Independent & Selective multi-muse/verse from various franchises. Feat. Xing (Wuwa's F!Rover) & Stelle (HSR's Trailblazer). Written by Aki, please refer to pinned post or Carrd before interacting!

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Amelia, he's trying to distract you from the broken (evil and probs cheaper than advertised!) weighing scale! Tony saw everything! "Hi darling~." He said as if he could hide the fact that his 300+ pound ass broke the scale. Now the question was, did he get mad and break it? Or was he just that heavy now?

Amelia was happily minding her own business. She had nothing to do since alfred banned her from any more meetings (and being told no she could not kill certain people made her annoyed) but here she was resting on the couch with her phone in hand.

"Hmm?" She blinks, looking up to see him. Whoever she was flirting with was gone because the moment those perfect tits were in her face? Her hands were on them and squeezing. She'll find out about the scale later more than likely, in which they will need to buy another.

Again.

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...And it sounded like Parallelmon would strike if a manhunt were to begin. Which, if it truly was from another world...Then, if this Absorbent Bang did what he thought it did, it would be a mess. But, they did have an out...It sounded like Masaru and Agumon were strong enough to take on Parallelmon in a straightforward brawl. Which, Kyo would be the first to admit he wouldn't be able to do on his own. Murasamemon was only an Ultimate-level, so in theory he could defeat an unstable Mega with help.

But, a stable Mega-level...That was another story entirely.

And if Parallelmon was after Digimon and humans both...Then, it would doubtlessly rack up a massive bounty. Though, it was nice to hear Agumon so optimistic...Even if Kyo's face darkened at Masaru's question. He wouldn't give the full story, but...

There was one man who might see Parallelmon's power as a gift that belonged to him by rights. The Chairman of the World Union...Wong.

"...Unfortunately, a name does come to mind. Chairman Wong of the World Union believes that Digimon and their power were a gift granted unto him...Unfortunately, he's also the single most powerful man in the world at this point in time. I can't tell you how I know this, you two, but we should act quickly. Is there anything I should look out for? A trail, or signs that might hint at Parallelmon's presence? If Parallelmon were to rack up a bounty by targeting humans, for example, Cleaners would naturally try to hunt it on the Ministry's order...You see, we Cleaners also have bounties that we try to clear by hunting rogue Digimon. It's the Ministry's method of keeping us on a leash. So, if Parallelmon is pushed into using its Absorbent Bang..."

“Man… there’s always one of those guys, huh?” he muttered, scratching the back of his head. Then his gaze dropped back down, sharper now, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth with just a hint of trouble behind it.

“Well, if Wong starts causing problems, I don’t mind giving him a punch,” Masaru added bluntly, cracking his knuckles for emphasis. “Not like I’m from this world or on his payroll anyway.”

Agumon gave an approving nod, clearly on board with that extremely simple and extremely effective conflict resolution strategy.

“Yeah! Boss punches solve a lot of things!” he said cheerfully.

Masaru huffed a quiet laugh at that before reaching down to his Digivice iC, flipping it in his hand as the screen flickered to life. The soft glow reflected in his eyes as he glanced back up at Kyo.

“Hey,” he said, holding it up slightly, “—you got something we can use to stay in contact? If we split up or track something down, we’ll need a way to regroup fast.”

While Masaru handled the practical side, Agumon’s attention had already wandered, curiosity bubbling up like a pot left unattended. He turned toward Cougarmon.

“Hey, Cougarmon!” Agumon called, tilting his head. “That Mirror World thing you mentioned… is it something only really strong Digimon can make?” He tapped his chin thoughtfully with one claw.

“Cause Parallelmon is Mega, but…” His mouth scrunched slightly. “I dunno if it can do something like that. It feels more like a run-away-and-chomp kind of Digimon!” Masaru, half-listening, lowered his Digivice just a bit as that thought clicked into place. His brows knit together, gears turning fast.

“…Mirror World, huh…” he echoed under his breath. Then his head tilted, eyes narrowing slightly as the idea took shape.

“If that space is separate enough…” he started, glancing between Kyo and Cougarmon, “—we might be able to use it.” Masaru’s grin returned, this one more deliberate. A fighter’s grin. The kind that showed up right before things got loud.

“We set a trap,” he said simply. “Lure Parallelmon into the Mirror World… cut off its escape routes… and make sure there’s nothing in there it can absorb.” Agumon’s eyes lit up like someone had just announced an all-you-can-eat buffet, except the menu was violence.

“Oh! Oh, that’s smart!” he said, bouncing once in place. “No people, no snacks, nowhere to run—just us!”

Masaru nodded once, satisfied with the shape of the plan so far, then looked back toward Kyo, leaving the next move open in his court.

"Mmm, if this had been a normal Holy Grail War, not a years long mission to save Terra and her people, I wonder if I would be granted my wish. Though on the other hand, history must stay on track, so I suppose not." After that she clammed up and listened to EMIYA speak, speak of his own sins, his own ledger he held against himself. So he had a bloody past as well. Probably more bloody than her own and hers had been VERY blood indeed.

"I would not call you a Hero, EMIYA. Rather what I learned is called an antihero. I'm sure you know the term well."

Lips parted in ready to shoot off an answer, but nothing came. What did that make her now? She was essentially free to do what she wanted, when she wanted. She ate, sang, bathed all out of habit. She read when she was bored, she wrestled other Servants whenever she wanted so long as they didn't try to murder her before getting the words out. Some Alters were deadly scary. That holy maiden's, Jeanne D'Arc, Alter really terrified her with the way that she came after her in order to kill her on the spot.

"It's not like I can really do much when we return to our respective timelines, EMIYA. I am bound to continously fuck everything up for myself and die by my own hand because of it." she said rather crudely. Though she didn't have much of a choice when choosing her words. Nothing said weight and gravity of a situation more than what she had used.

"I never wanted the throne, the crown or the responsiblity of ruling. But mother insisted, demanded I take the throne once she had killed off her second husband, her own uncle and my grand-uncle Claudius." she said softly, though she had always figured that since Cladius had been pushing into his 70th year of life, and with his eating habits was bound to die sooner or later. It had just turned out that Agrippina had been power hungry and didn't want to wait any longer than necessary.

"I wanted to always to be an artist. To sing, to preform, to act. Though I suppose I did all that even in my role as Emperor. Though it was far less fun or glamorous than doing it as a hobby, mostly because of the Senate barking and complaining that waht I was doing was not the proper way of an Emperor." She scoffed. Her Uncle Caligula, Gaius was his first name, had been far worse than her at his hobbies and practial jokes. What she'd been down was seriously mere child's play. And she never went truly 'mad' as they say she did. After a moment, she looked up at him, her green eyes soft yet distant.

"I don't know who I am without the crown, EMIYA."

Silence settled between them again, but this time it was different. Not the heavy, ash-laden quiet of confession, but something more uncertain… like standing in an open field after a war had ended, unsure what was supposed to grow there next.

He watched her.

Not the emperor. Not the tyrant history carved into stone.

Just her.

“…An antihero, is it?” he spoke at last, almost dryly. “How generous.” There was no real bite to it, only a faint acknowledgment before he let it pass, uninterested in debating labels that bent so easily under perspective.

His fingers traced the rim of his cup, slow, absent.

“You speak as if your future is already written,” EMIYA continued, voice steady, but quieter now. “As if the moment you return, you will walk the same path, make the same choices, arrive at the same end.” His gaze lifted back to her, sharper.

A small pause.

“And? We are Servants,” he went on, leaning back slightly. “Copies. Records. Fragments pulled from a greater whole and given form.” His eyes narrowed faintly. “What we do here does not rewrite history. It does not absolve it either.” A faint clink as he set his cup down again.

“But it is not meaningless.” His gaze didn’t waver.

“You say you will forget Draco. That this… perspective will be stripped from you when you return.” A subtle tension entered his voice. “Then that makes this moment one of the few in which you are not bound entirely by the version of yourself that history demands you become.”He shifted forward slightly, forearms resting against his knees now, posture less distant, more deliberate.

“No senate to restrain you. No expectations to perform for. No mother’s ambition hanging over your head like a blade.” His eyes held hers. “And no throne to excuse your choices.”

More wine is poured into both their cups.

“…Just you.” Her admission lingered in the air. I don’t know who I am without the crown. EMIYA exhaled quietly, something in his expression softening, if only by a fraction.

“…That is inconvenient,” he said, almost wryly. “Most people build their entire lives without ever asking that question.” His gaze dipped briefly, as if weighing something internal, before returning to her.

“I was not given the luxury of choosing who I wanted to be either,” he added, tone quieter, threaded with something older than regret. “By the time I realized it… I had already become something else entirely.”

A faint, humorless curve touched his lips.

“And unlike you, I do not have the excuse of a crown. I was just a foolish boy chasing an impossibly beautiful dream, stubbornly clinging to it even as the noose was wrapped around my neck-” He straightened slightly, the moment of self-reflection passing as quickly as it came.

“But you are here now,” EMIYA said, more firmly. “Free of that burden, if only temporarily. You claim you wished to be an artist.” His eyes flicked toward her, measuring. “To sing. To perform. To create.”

A pause.

“…Then do so.”

The simplicity of it cut cleanly through the weight of everything else.

“No audience that demands perfection. No senate to criticize you. No empire to sustain.” His voice remained even, but there was something quietly insistent beneath it. “Only your own will.”

He tilted his head slightly.

“If you do not know who you are without the crown,” EMIYA continued, “—then use this time to find out. Not as an emperor. Not as a tyrant. Not as a figure in a history book.” His gaze sharpened just a fraction.

“But as someone who can choose, for once, without consequence, dictating the outcome before the decision is even made.” A brief silence followed, then he added, quieter.

Masaru is said to be unpredictable, it's one of his defining traits, Tohma talks about it all the time, how it's better to just work around Masaru because you can't really control him. Masaru actively breaks the concept of impossibility in half, he breaks Craniummon's Seemingly Unbreakable Shield because he wants to take Craniummon down a peg, Agumon remembers Masaru when he gets reborn even though He Isn't Supposed To, Masaru straight up doesn't care when Yggdrasil says that fighting him is impossible. It doesn't matter to him. He's going to try anyway.

I love how straightforward he is whenever dealing with Characters like Kurata or Yggdrasil, Kurata has the government and giant crazy weapons backing up and Yggdrasil is a self-proclaimed GOD, and has the power to back that up too. But he doesn't care, Masaru calls Kurata a Coward...multiple times, and also a bastard, and just repeatedly insults even after all of his posturing and shows of power, again I love Masaru, he won me over for the fifth time when he started just insulting this man who killed a guy in cold blood without any hesitation, he didn't even care that he could kill him, he Does Not beat around the bush and I love that, and he actively says that Yggdrasil shouldn't call itself a god, even though it's so powerful and indestructible and could kill him at any moment because it never actually helped the lives it was responsible for.

Masaru has a really strong sense of personal responsibility, and it's really obvious when you look at how he views fighting, and how you should only fight if you understand both the physical and emotional consequences of fighting, he stops Ikuto from fighting in the first few episodes there together because he understands that Ikuto is not Emotional Prepared and thus would get deeply hurt if he did. How he calls Kurata a coward for not actually facing the consequences of having to fight, what Kurata is doing isn't a fight, it's a one-sided Genocide because Kurata will always be a Coward who is scared of being hurt.

Masaru also just considers fighting a conversation, what Kurata and Yggdrasil are doing doesn't qualify as a fight to him because what there doing is suppressing the other side and not listening to them, it's also why Agumon and him become friends when they fight.

Masaru is also just, a Stubborn Mule and I love it, he gets angry at Craniumon because Masaru Knows Craniumon has his own feelings and thoughts and opinions about Yggdrasil is doing, and that pisses Masaru off because a man should be true to himself and not follow someone blindly, and again, back to Masaru's relationship with impossibility, in his own words, "you don't lost until you give up." He hates it when people determine the battle before it finished, the fight isn't done yet, and he's not going to stop now, and this is also a huge flaw (see, Shine Greymon RUIN mode)

Digimon Savers main themes are about how institutions with power abuse the people under them for their own gain, that's why Kurata doesn't actually want to save anyone he just wants to fuel his own ego and that's why Yggdrasil doesn't actually want to save the digital world but eliminate what seems to be a "virus" to him, neither of them actually care about saving people.

But Ruling the world isn't important to Masaru, Being a God is unimportant in his eyes, and he's not going to stop fighting now just because some guy says he should.