Unending Days in Red and Black

No one is quite sure where this came from but it as somehow arrived in Kiritsugu’s room….

But really, who cares? At this point of time, Kiritsugu couldn’t care any less about who came and went in his room. His son would still come in try to find his guns. So unwrapping the odd item that looked rotten at first glance, Kiritsugu makes a quiet sound in delight. Setting it back down, he went to his door and looked outside, around...nobody? Nobody.

Good. 

He was going to stuff this whole thing into his mouth and nobody will be able to stop him. He’d certainly take this over a cigarette any day. 

It seemed miraculous that no explosions occurred in the vicinity while this conversation took place.

“Thank-you. The cake that was prepared actually has already gone to waste. A different blonde in to blame. I’m an old man, so cake truly hadn’t been necessary. If you want cake, I have some change here in my pockets. Perhaps you can treat yourself to some?”

“I JUST WASHED THIS SCARF YESTERDAY!”(Well, Shirou did.)

Emiya Kiritsugu lacks the reflexes to deal with surprise attacks like these.

“Thank-you, I’m too old to be celebrating this, aren’t I...”

At his age (mentally, at least), he probably shouldn’t let his heart race that quickly at something so simple as a few words. But the important factor that made these words special was the individual who spoke them. Even if he died of a heart attack, he would have gotten to hear these words one more time.

{ shakes my head @ masutaa }