Fate/Empty Forge

Prologue

Kiritsigu: Damn that son of a-....*sigh*

I held myself back on cursing the damn head of the Einzbern as I drove myself back to the home I left the last survivor of my Greatest mistake, Shirou, During my attempt at getting back illya from the people who created that cursed cup.

It's been almost a year since I brought forth the fire by destroying the grail. but the constant pain I felt from it's curses made it felt like decades. As I made my way back home to the waiting son I adopted, I subconsciously took out the pack of cigarettes that was in my coat pocket and burned it with my lighter. Immediately as the smoke entered my lungs, I coughed it out of my mouth as the smoke that I grew accustomed to were intensified to the point I felt as if it was trying to set my neck ablaze

As I was struggling to get what was left of the smoke out of my lungs, I quickly stomped over the thing I gotten so accustomed to using before it dared to start a fire inside the car. Once the smoke cleared, I let out a quick sigh of relief before throwing the pack of cigs I rarely started using after the war into the back seat

Kiritsugu: screw it, Smoking's bad for me anyway. I'm better off without a pack.

Seeing that I can't relieve my stress by the golem who either wishes to exile me to carry the deplorable status of traitor for the rest of my life or to impose the most severe punishment for be by never allowing me to see my daughter again through my usual ways, I decided to distract myself with the scenery of Fuyuki as I drove on home, which sadly only replaced my anger with increasing grief as I thought back to the flames

Just as I was about to distract myself over that day. my attention was quickly dragged over to my phone as it rang with the only possible caller being the persistent son of mine I kept waiting during my trip. Even though shirou's life, and emotions before the fire were burned away. He certainly didn't forget how to be persistent, especially after I told him I was was a magus

Remembering how he kept on asking if I could teach him magic as soon as we got home brought a small smile to my grieving face. Not wanting to keep him waiting any longer, I pulled out my phone and let the call through then brought it over to my ear

Kiritsigu: morning, shirou. I'm back in Fuyuki and will be home in a few minutes. So how was your structural grasping practice coming alo-

Shirou: Dad.... who's Irisviel?

As soon as he said her name, my foot instinctively hit the brakes making my car quickly stop before I had the chance to crash into something. Once it stopped, I narrowed my eyes as I put all my attention over what my son had to say next.

Kiritsigu: shirou. Where did you learn that name?

Shirou: I-I-i-i don't know... I just went to your room and found a gun packed underneath the floorboard in your room. When I touched it, It just... Told it to me.

Kiritsigu: wait, it TOLD you?

Shirou: yeah, but it's as if you were telling me i-. Wait, who's Maiya? A-a-and Kirei? Why is King Arthur a gi-... you started the fire...

Immediately as he announced that to himself more to me, my heart began to beat faster and faster while trying to rip itself out of my body in fear of him learning what I've done. The catastrophe I brought upon him, all the people who didn't Deserve it whatsoever, everything He ever knew before the flames being taken away by the same person who adopted him. Before I could even try deescalating the situation, he hang up on me.

Not liking the note he left me on. I threw my phone to the empty seat next to me, and slammed my foot into the gas pedal making my car speed down the empty road back home much faster then what I was supposed to. But right now I couldn't care less. the only thing on my mind was the red haired boy I took care of after the war.