#assassin of red

She looked around the empty cell. She had been in this cell many times before. She knew how angry the man that she unfortunately called her husband would be when he came to get her. She was afraid of his wrath.

But what was scaring her more was the fact that she was alone in the cell. She was trembling. Normally when she was alone the people on duty would take turns with her. She was just praying to whatever God was in the sky that this wouldn’t be the case this time.

She didn’t even have much protection against the cold. The man who had arrested her didn’t even let her get her clothes. All she had was her undergarments.

She rubbed her arms in a vain attempt to keep herself warm. She didn’t know what to do. Fear was intoxicating. It swallowed her up faster then any alcohol ever did.

She whimpered pitifully when she heard the door unlock. She was about to shut her eyes and submit when she heard the sounds of what sounded like someone fighting.

She perked up and looked at the door.

A few cops were dragging in a young man. The man kept fighting back and soon crimson hit the ground. He was tossed into the same cell as Semiramis.

She watched as he sat down on another bench in the cell. The man quickly took of his jacket and set it down next to him. He was a mix of handsome and hurt.

The young man had white hair and tan skin. His eyes were a shade of amber that seemed calming. Dozens of scars lined his arms along with the purple and blue of bruises. There was a cut on his forehead, the crimson looked like a mix between rust and fresh blood. He looked young, no older then twenty.

Semiramis didn’t dare do anything until she heard the door slam shut again.

She stared at the man until he finally met her eyes. She silently pleaded with him to let her sit by him. After a few seconds the young man nodded at her. She scampered over to him and sat beside him.

No words were said for a bit until the man broke the silence.

“Take my jacket. You’re trembling.” He offered it to her. His eyes didn’t even look down at her exposed body. His voice was surprisingly gentle.

Semiramis’ eyes widened and she didn’t move. The young man was being…kind? He must not know. She opened her mouth to protest but couldn’t get the words out before the jacket was draped around her shoulders.

“Thank you.” She finally managed to whisper as she slipped her arms into the soft fabric. She pulled it closer to her and looked at the ground.

Silence resumed as the two waited for their fate.

Semiramis was shocked. No one had been this nice to her in so long. He must want something from her. She knew it. Perhaps it was her body? Most likely.

She was stirred out of her thoughts by the door opening. Feet shuffled in and laughter was heard.

“Ah, so we got the whore in here again?” That voice was familiar. It must be one of the cops from last time.

“And the monster! Two regulars in one night!” Another familiar voice.

Two cops that had used her as well. She felt fear start to bubble up again.

Semiramis didn’t remove her gaze from the ground. She was used to harsh words by now but…

They referred to the man next to her as a monster. Why would they do that? He didn’t seem that way at all. He was kind to her. A monster wasn’t kind.

“You shouldn’t speak about a woman like that.” The man next to her said,“Don’t you have manners?”

She looked at the man next to her. She immediately knew that he wasn’t a monster. He was horrible hurt and yet he was still trying to be kind. He wasn’t a monster at all.

“Would you rather me call her a slut instead?” The cop asked and chuckled,“Let me guess, she’s gotten down on her knees for you too? Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised at this point.”

The man frowned,“You’ve probably forced yourself onto her. She’s trembling with fear. Do your wives know that?”

The two men fell silent before anger started to show on their faces.

“Why you-”

The door slammed open and a few men walked in. They had on suits. Anger was engraved onto the leading one’s face.

“Shirou, what the hell are you doing here?” He asked in a growl. He was glaring at the young man seated next to Semiramis.

Shirou. That must be his name. She decided that she liked it.

Semiramis looked between Shirou and the group of men. Those men looked rich. Why were they so angry with Shirou?

The cell door opened and Shirou stood up. He didn’t say anything now. He started to walk out of the cell as the man in the suit addressed the police officers.

“Shirou wasn’t ever here. You know the drill.” He was about to leave when he noticed Semiramis. He looked her over for a bit.

“And whose that?”

Semiramis flinched under his gaze and tried to hide herself in Shirou’s jacket. She was trembling again. She didn’t want another person to take advantage of her. She was terrified of it.

“That is the whore we were telling you about over the phone. We made the mistake of calling her husband already but if you want her, take her.” A cop said as he walked over to a computer.

The man in the suit thought things over for a few minutes before nodding,“Shirou, go get her.” He looked at the white haired man.

Semiramis watched the young man approach her. He offered her a hand,“Looks like you’re coming with me then.” His voice was still soft and gentle.

Semiramis didn’t take his hand,“Y-You shouldn’t touch me. I’m filthy.” She looked away from Shirou.

She followed him out of the cell. She felt the eyes of the cops bore into her back. She felt sick and disgusted with herself. She looked at the men in suits then at Shirou.

What was going to happen to her now?

The group exited through a side door into an ally. At the end of the street a couple of cars were seen. The lead man walked towards one of the cars while the other two led Semiramis and Shirou into the other.

The back door was opened for the two of them. Shirou made Semiramis get in first before slipping in beside her. The car door shut and then the two suited men climbed into the front.

The car started to move forward and she looked out the window. She was shivering from the cold but didn’t dare move any closer to Shirou.

She found herself repeating the same question she had earlier.

What was going to happen to her now?

#my fanfiction #uh suffering au #shirou #shirou kotomine #shirou amakusa #semiramis #assassin of red #fate apocrypha #fate apocrypha fanfic #dark stuff

@archersarearchers

Thu, 15 Feb 2018 22:48:26

perhapssoon:

A/N: Okay, so, this is the Valentine’s Day fic I promised @archersarearchers. The original got deleted so I made it up the best I could. Enjoy!
“Ahh, Archer, I was looking for you!”
Atalanta turned at the familiar, but annoying voice. "Caster,“ she said emotionlessly. "What is it this time?”
Caster of Red stepped out of the shadows, his usual grin plastered to his face. "Only telling you what day it is!“
Atalanta studied him. She had heard of the strange holidays humans celebrated now, but she had never partaken in them. “And what day is that?” she asked, letting a small not of warning slip into her voice.
If Caster noticed the change in tone, he didn’t show it. "It’s Valentine’s Day, Archer! Valentine’s Day! A day where you can confess your love to Rider once and for all!“
Atalanta stiffened at the sound of Achilles’ name, mind whirling in a slight panic. "Why would I do that?”
Caster opened his mouth to speak, looking joyous, until Atalanta thought better of it and shushed him. "I don’t really need your opinion on this matter, Caster. Just leave me be.“
"But miss-!”
Atalanta sent him a death glare, which wasn’t enough to make Caster back down, but it was enough to shut him up. “Leave. Me. Alone.”
Caster just laughed in response. "Ahh, such the intimidator, Archer! I only regret that you do not show your true feelings. I’m sure Rider feels the same way.“
Atalanta’s ears raised in piqued interest. If Rider truly felt the way she felt about him..? "What do you propose?”
“Such a sudden change in tone, Archer! Could it be..?”
Atalanta’s anger was back. “Watch your words, please, Caster. I’m warning you. Now answer my question.”
Caster of Red bowed, a delighted grin upon his face. "Only that you show your love, Archer! But actions speak louder than words, so I’ll leave you to your own ideas!“
And then he vanished.
Atalanta was left staring at the place he had been in, wide-eyed and speechless. She had no intention of speaking her mind to Rider, but since it was a holiday, just this once, she could maybe do something. Maybe.
Now that the idea was in her head, she just couldn’t shake it out. What should she do?
As if on cue, Achilles appeared behind her, looking slightly concerned. "Are you okay? You’ve been staring at that spot forever.”
Atalanta jerked upright, face flushing. "I-I was just thinking, that’s all!“
"I see.” Achilles hesitated and then said, “Have you heard what Caster has been screaming through the Hanging Gardens?”
Atalanta’s mood soured slightly at the mention of her problem. If only I haven’t. "Yes,“ she said. "Something about Valentine’s Day?”
Achilles nodded, appearing suddenly flustered. "Well, I’ll just, uh, go now then now that you know.“
His image faded away, leaving Atalanta alone again. She recognized that he had probably never celebrated this holiday either, and he wouldn’t have anyone from his childhood other than Chiron to celebrate it when he was alive.
That gave her an idea.
The Hanging Gardens was traveling slowly, low enough to brush the top branches of the trees below. To the Archer of Red’s delight, she saw that the trees were apple trees. Carefully aiming her bow at the largest apple she could find, she fitted a net-arrow onto her bow and released the string. When the net secured itself around the apple, she tugged as hard as she could and the arrow flew back into her hands, the apple coming along as well.
After making sure the apple was ripe, she headed off to her room. She needed a lot of time to plan this.
–
On February 14th, Achilles woke up with a groan. He technically didn’t need to sleep because of his status as a servant, but he couldn’t shake himself from his habits from when he was alive.
The sun was steadily rising, and as Achilles watched the sky slowly brighten, there was a tingle in the air.
"Assassin,” he greeted.
“Rider,” she responded curtly.
“Any reason you, ah, are here in my room?”
Assassin of Red shook her head, looking a bit annoyed, though Achilles recognized that it wasn’t meant for him. “Caster is acting strangely.”
Achilles laughed. "Doesn’t he always?“
"Not if he accused me of-” Assassin suddenly stopped talking, looking towards something Achilles couldn’t see. “Master is calling me,” she said abruptly, and vanished.
Achilles had a slight suspicion that Assassin hadn’t been called by Shirou, but that was her own business to take care of.
It’s Valentine’s Day.
He had never celebrated this holiday before, and he never had a reason to anyway. Chiron, although a loving teacher and mentor, never really took the time to celebrate things like this, thus Achilles grew up without knowledge of them.
He opened the door to the hallway and stepped outside, nearly bumping into Karna, who was prowling the halls like an oversized cat.
“What are you doing, Lancer?”
Karna looked at him with his golden eyes, and didn’t answer. He merely narrowed them and continued his path down the hallway. Achilles wondered if he’d been ordered to keep Caster away from everyone.
He started down the hall after Karna, and promptly tripped over something. Stumbling, he looked down and saw a large red apple on the ground. There was a note attached to it, reading, Come outside.
Confused and curious, the Rider of Red immediately made his way to the window, and without a second glance, jumped. He landed nearly on top of Atalanta, who only just managed to move out of the way.
“Achilles,” she said, cheeks flushed slightly.
Achilles could feel heat rising in his face, his heart racing. Does this mean?
Atalanta leaned forward and pressed a kiss onto his cheek. "Happy Valentine’s Day.“