Beep, beep...
"Onii-chan, wake up!"
Waking up from his bed, Shinji Matous rubbed his bleary eyes, tired from sleeping over 13 hours. It was the usual Saturday, lazing and all included. Spending around 10 hours continuously playing 'Last Imagination XX' had put a huge strain upon his eyes, but it's to be expected.
It had been millennia since he had the free time to enjoy games
Unwilling to face Sakura's Tyrannosaurus-like wrath, he begrudgingly left the comfort of his bed, before heading downstairs, ready to consume her delicious breakfast (though not as good as Shirou's – man that guy can give Gordon Ramsey a run for his money!)
As he walked down the stairs, he couldn't help but turn his memories back to the day the device exploded...
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Hot...
Unbearably hot...
Though his eyes were closed, 05-13 could still feel the residual heat as the Lantern exploded, blowing the entire site to smithereens. Thank God for the fact that it vaporised that abominable lizard as its explosion radiated outwards. Hearing its screams filled his heart with joy, though not for Cain...
Poor Cain...
But he had no time, for the explosion was quickly spreading towards the entire site. Among the myriad worlds he was responsible for, this one was the most important, for it held the device that would finally usher in the age of humanity...
No more anamolies, no more deaths, no more sadness...
But it was all for nought, for Adam had utilised the time Calvin was away to rig the device, setting it off, ultimately destroying everything he had worked so hard for.
Ah, finally, I can rest in peace...
Having spent decades in the mortal plane, and several millennia more outside, he had grown quite a repertoire for being nigh-omnipotent and nigh-omniscient, having spent centuries being caught up in the mystical arts, from Tathagatha to the High Technopriests of the Mechanicum.
But what he missed the most were the times he spent with Sakura and the others
Sure, he was a condescending jerk, okay fine, he was an A1 grade asshole, but who wasn't, especially since he was the neglected child of the family ('cause, y'know, blocked magical Circuits and whatnot). Because of this, he tortured Sakura for years, all the way until she left for Emiya Shirou.
Thinking about it now, Shinji felt more than ever about how much of a jerk he had been to her all these years...
If there is ever a next life, I would like to apologise to her...
And with that, he lost all sensations to his body...
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"Onii-chan, onii-chan! Where are you!? Can you hear me!?"
Hearing the call coming from the street, Shinji rubbed his eyes, confused about where he was. As he lowered his hands, he realised that he did not feel the scar on his face that he had gained during one of his many fights against the Sarkcists (courtesy of Grand Sarkcist Ion). Feeling his soft hands–
Wait, soft!?
Onlythendid he register:
By some freak coincidence, the resulting explosion from the device had sent him back to the past, all the way before he found that door...
"Onii-chan! If you don't come out, I'll eat your favourite borscht soup!"
"If you dare eat it, I'll show Shirou the shrine you made for him!"
Smile tugging his cheeks, he exited the damp alleyway, tears running down his cheeks...