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“So, that’s what happened.”

Her father, his back turned, spoke those words softly, bowing his head. Chizuru bit her lower lip, eyes focused on the floor.

“Yes, sir.” She heard him sigh, rub the back of his bald head before speaking again.

“I can’t say I’m not surprised. For you to know remember nothing, yet you know just what you are.” Nodding to himself, he continued, chuckling, “Although, you didn’t have a name for yourself, nor what you are, you managed so well.”

She nodded. Of course it was surprising, all things considered. She had no memory of her past, her earliest childhood memories wiped clean. She didn’t know her own name, yet she knew what she was, even without having a name to call it. She had also managed to survive five months on her own, wandering as a small child through thick forests and wide groves, all the while avoiding detection. Well, until Kodo accidently, and quite literally, had Chizuru fall into his arms from a tree.

Kodo began to speak again, breaking her from her thoughts; “Even with that knowledge, you must never share this with anyone else. Understand? Even your fellow oni will not protect you if they know of your condition.”

“It’s fine. I’m used to it.”

And it was the truth. She had hidden the truth so long from her adoptive father anyway. It was really child’s play to continue to hide the truth.

“That also means no more nightly runs under a full moon. I know it will be hard at first, but you must stay inside when you transform. Promise me that.”

Chizuru’s voice was robotic when she replied, completely lacking in emotion. “I understand.”

That seemed to make Kodo happy, as his shoulders relaxed. He finally turned his head to look her directly in the eye. “Then, in return, I promise to find a cure for your condition. Until then, please be patient with me.”
Her earliest memory could best be described as a nightmare.

Claws, fangs, fur, the scent of copper, screaming, wailing, snarling. Her senses were overloaded with information, her mind confused, her body in pain. Everything was spinning, and nothing made sense at this moment.

Blurs faded in and out of view, until finally she could no longer see the pale white moon above her head.

Much like the moon above her head right now. Not quite full yet, she could still feel its power sweeping through her veins, twisting within and empowering her small stature. A part of her wished for it to be full, to unleash her power unto her foes instead of fleeing from them. A monstrous, rage-fueled entity she only knew as The Wolf.

Yet another part of her was glad. She'd hope to arrive in Kyoto a few days before the full moon had come, so she had time to find a temporary place to hide while under the moon's spell. She had also hoped to find her father shortly thereafter, yet what little of her plan she had bothered to make was snatched from her hands from the untimely arrival of rogues only known as ronin.

Keeping her breathing steady, she leaned further back against the wall, eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of her pursuers. Opening her mouth a bit, she sniffed the air cautiously, only for her heart to stop seconds later. A scream followed shortly thereafter, causing her heart to hammer against her chest.
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Her life changed completely that night. Her life was spared, yet she was also cursed. Now she must carry a horrible secret for the rest of her life, knowing she is balancing on a thin rope between humanity and the madness of the beast within. Little does she know that that night years ago not only changed her own life, but every person she ever knew as well.
The running water from the shower had a cooling effect on his body. It relaxed and soothed him, returning thought to his brain. When he was certain he had driven all pervasion from his mind, he switched the cold water off and stepped out of the shower. Grabbing a towel from the towel rack, he wrapped it around his waist, securing it before stepping into the bedroom of his apartment.

Eying the place warily, he felt a slight sense of relief when he noticed that Saber had not gotten up and came into the bedroom, nor, did it appear, was she wandering the apartment, he discovered as he made his way quickly into the living room. Poking his head around the corner, Gilgamesh allowed a sigh of relief leave his lips as he noticed Saber sleeping peacefully on the couch where he had left her.

Slipping back into his room, he put on a fresh shirt and a pair of pants before returning. Saber was still fast asleep and, remarkably, she also seemed to have drank the water he gave her. Sitting down on the recliner adjacent of the sofa, Gilgamesh finally allowed his body to relax, tense muscles reluctantly uncoiling.

He didn't know when he closed his eyes or when he drifted off; however, Gilgamesh did recall waking up when he heard a soft moan somewhere near him. Creaking one eye open, he silently watched Saber twist and turn on the sofa.

Perhaps he wasn't as sober as he thought. That, or his irregular sleeping patterns were finally getting to him. Either way, he sighed, that nagging little voice, what was left of his conscience, maybe, telling him he couldn't leave her on the couch. Despite the couch being made of one of the finest material, it was still too narrow to serve as a make-shift bed. Getting off the recliner, Gilgamesh slowly moved towards the couch. He hoped that he could carry her to his bedroom without waking her up, as he did not want a repeat of earlier.

Carefully, he slipped his left arm into the small gap between the couch and her neck. With equal caution, he cradled her legs with his right arm. Picking her up, Gilgamesh shifted his gaze from his task to Saber's face. She didn't stir much, until he held completely in his arms. She didn't open her eyes, thankfully; instead, she sighed and snuggled up against him, causing heat to once again rush to a place he'd rather not. Swallowing the large frog that had started to lodge in his throat, his pace quickened slightly, wanting to get to the bedroom as fast as possible.

When he arrived, he set her down on the bed, placing her head on one of the many pillows. Grabbing one of the throws on the bed, he pulled it on top of her, and once he was sure she hadn't been woken up, he grabbed the waste bin and placed it beside the bed, near Saber's head.

Straightening up, Gilgamesh gazed down at the young woman. He would probably need to grab another bottle of water and some pain killers for when she woke up. Judging by how she behaved, she had hammered to the point of stupid, and she would wake up with the worst of hangovers known to mankind.

Retrieving said items from the little kitchenette and placing them at the bedside, Gilgamesh then took a seat at the chair at the desk in his bedroom. Resting his chin on his fist, he crossed one leg over his lap and continued to watch Saber sleep. While it appeared she hadn't been drugged, he wasn't going to take any chances. Of course, the sensible thing most people would have done is take her to the hospital.

But hospitals had always been a sort of place that Gilgamesh would rather avoid. Besides, he had at least two doctors on call he could holler for if he thought something was wrong. Not only that, he had not only dabbled in law and psychology, but also medical school (even if it didn't hold his attention as much as the former two).

Yes, Gilgamesh was a true renaissance man, exploring everything mankind knew about as much as long as it held his attention. While he might not have a head for many sports, anything that involved the mind would instantly be soaked in, and he never forgot anything he learned.

Still, watching her until he could confirm everything was fine would mean he had to stay awake, and if he recalled it not being thirty minutes when he suddenly dozed off.

That meant, if he didn't want to risk suddenly fall asleep, as he tended to do whenever he was either very stressed or tired, he would have to bring out that dreaded thing.

The thing he was referring to, as he got up with a sigh, hating every step he took to the little coffee maker on the bar. He hated this accursed drink every fiber of his being, yet he would not deny the powers the liquid held over his body as he prepped one pot. He was going to need a lot of coffee to get through the night, glancing back at the bedroom with a groan.


Fully caffeinated, Gilgamesh made his way back to the bedroom again (having peeked in while waiting for the coffee), this time with a cup of coffee in one hand and a book in the other. Sitting down on the chair again and setting the mug on the desk, he opened the book at a place he had marked previously.

Pausing every few minutes to either drink from the mug or check on Saber, Gilgamesh found himself unable to keep his thoughts settled. His brain no longer running like crazy nor struggling with his id, he began to reflect on his own behavior.

It was this strange whirlwind of ups and downs, something he rarely ever experienced, with the exception of one individual. Just this afternoon he was at the park, arguing with Saber, and now here he was, her sleeping in his bed, him watching over her after finding out she had gotten drunk out of her mind.

Really, and what was the strangest thing was his ability to pull himself away from temptation. If there was one weakness Gilgamesh had (outside of pride), it was his libido. Never was there a woman he refused after having begun the game with her. When he started, he always intended on finishing.

Yet what compelled him to pull away? He was certain it wasn't any morality, so what could it be? His sense of pride? He was pretty sure, while he preferred women not to be drunk when he fucked them, that it had nothing to do with the alcohol. When his appetite was aroused, he was like a starving lion, just tasting all before him.

This whole pulling back was completely out-of-character for him. Eyes no longer focused on the text on the page before him, he found himself eyeing her sleeping form.

Oh, there was no doubt about it. He was a man and she was a woman. He indeed desired her as any other man would, after experiencing what he did.

… Well, to be perfectly honest, just possessing a vagina was enough to catch the attention of his little friend.

Shaking his head, he ran his hand through his blond locks with a loud sigh. Now, just being a woman wasn't enough to make him pursue her, of course; he had more taste than that. It's just that, there was a certain type of woman he preferred; strong-willed, spunky, outgoing, feminine, elegant, intelligent, level-headed, and, most importantly, she had to be interesting, period.

His eyes having refocused on Saber, he found a small smirk working its way onto his face. Thinking about it now, Saber seemed to fit many of the traits he had listed. Sure, she wasn't feminine, elegant, or even outgoing, but she had his interest, no doubt about it.

Funny, now that he thought about it, how he had been mad at her hours ago. It felt like a lifetime, that argument. And it's not like he can readily blame her for her feelings. After all, this was an arranged marriage, one that she really had no say, but it appeared that she really didn't mind the concept of arranged marriage.

He'd be a liar if he didn't already know that Saber just outright hated him. Sure, while he didn't understand just why she hated, but he wasn't blind. He guessed the main reason he found her so interesting was her willingness to be near him despite her own feelings. After all, in such a situation he would have ducked out of the relationship if he hated the individual he was arranged to marry, obligations be damned.

Saber turning in her sleep broke Gilgamesh from his thoughts momentarily. He only relaxed when she sighed contently, her small frame now practically hidden under covers. Setting the book down, Gilgamesh walked up to the bed to just get a peek at her face. It was then he caught sight of something that reminded him of his actions, at the crook of her neck.

A bright red hickey.

Pulling away with his brow furrowed and a frown forming on his lips, Gilgamesh wondered how he was going to explain that. He wasn't to lie; that simply wasn't in his nature. He would have to tread carefully in this minefield, otherwise she'll explode on him.

And that's if she remembered everything. There was the risk of her not remembering everything, which would definitely be a bother to deal with. If push comes to shove, he'll tell her the truth, even if it puts him in a bad light. Blame him all day long, but he had a code of conduct to follow himself; his word might as well be law.

Law..? The term stuck a cord in his mind, causing it to race. Rules. They had made a series of rules for their bet, didn't they?

"Of course," he murmured through a laugh, shaking his head in exasperation. One of the rules to their little game was no intercourse; how stupid. It made sense now.

Turning to look down at Saber, he smiled at her slyly. "Bless your stars I'm a stickler for rules, Arturia. But beware; I'm not letting this go."


Pain. That was all Saber knew when she began to wake up. Her head was throbbing, her body ached, her mouth felt disgusting… In fact, she felt disgusting period. Groaning loudly, she dared to crack one eye open, only to slam it shut as pain tore through her brain.

Why did it hurt so much? Why, oh why? It was only a few moments of waking up and trying to open her eyes when she felt a hand gently brush her forehead.

Irisviel? she thought in confusion. It can't be; she and the others are out at the moment. Was she dreaming?

Still, even if she was dreaming, she liked the feeling the hand was giving, as it gingerly touched her forehead with the back of the hand before dragging it down to the side of her face. Saber subconsciously sighed aloud, the pain still intense, but she did feel a little better with her current dream.

Just then, the hand moved away from her face, and she couldn't help feeling a slight ping of disappointment at the end of the treatment. But it didn't take long before more sensations, as the next thing she experienced was a damp cloth being placed on her forehead.

So nice, she thought, drifting more and more into the depth of her mind, relaxing completely.

She didn't know how long it was before the next dream sequence began, but this time she was no longer in bed. She was a couch, located in an empty space, with nothing but her and another individual. She couldn't even identify the other individual, just vague outlines of a male taller than her. He was staring down at her intently, however, which gave Saber a weird feeling in her stomach.

Some kind of strange compulsion causes her to lean towards the male, beckoning her further and further as she slowly began to realize how at ease she felt near this person.

Turning to face this individual, she parted her lips, part of her wanting to say something to him, but another part… another part wanted something more scandalous.

It seemed the other part won out, as she closed the distance between the two. He closes the rest of the gap quickly, pressing his lips against and taking her hand into his. She sighed into his lips, completely at home oddly enough near him, being intimate with him, not caring who caught them on their actions.

When she finally pulled away, it was then that color began to appear on the male figure, giving him the most beautiful golden hair she had ever seen. His scarlet eyes were like glittering rubies, gleaming in brighter than the sun itself. His skin was even golden, and beneath the tan shirt was a body perfectly sculpted by God Himself. His hands, strong and firm, still held her hand, gently, however.

Who are you, she wanted to ask, feeling a sense of familiarity beginning to rise inside her, but she was only offered a silent smile by the man.

And then the dream was over. Saber realized at that moment, blinking up at a pearly white ceiling, that she was now longer dreaming, as she became very painfully aware of the throbbing pain in her head. Groaning, she shut her eyes in disappointment. The dream she was having was so nice; she had wished it would continue. She had enough of reality at this point, what with her head hurting so much.

It was only when something rustled did she open her eyes again, looking around for the source of the noise. From both sides of her head, she saw nothing. That meant it was in front of her. Groaning loudly this time, she forced herself to sit up slowly, cradling her head as she did. Blinking rapidly, she blearily looked out at her surroundings, only to be greeted by a voice she knew too well, and, quite frankly, did not want to hear at this moment.

"Well, it's about time you got up."

Frowning, Saber cupped her head with both hands, bending down, not wanting to meet the golden haired bastard eye-to-eye. "What do you want, Gilgamesh?" she rasped, suddenly realizing how desperately she needed something to drink.

Then a thought struck her. Gilgamesh..? Why was she hearing Gilgamesh's voice here, of all places?

Shooting her gaze up, wanting to see for herself if it was true, or if her ears were playing tricks on her, caused her to meet the gaze of a Gilgamesh Shepherd, only to cradle her head again as pain shoot through her entire skull.

Arching a golden eyebrow, Gilgamesh scoffed. "Answers, for one thing," he replied, unphased. "You have a lot of explaining to do for your actions last night, Arturia."

"My actions?" she croaked out, confused.

"You do remember what happened yesterday, don't you? After our discussion at the water park?"

Discussion? More like a full blown fight. But either way, she struggled through her aching head to remember what exactly he was talking about.

Then realization hit her, like a bullet train.
All or Nothing (My Word is Law: Ch.10)

Title: All or Nothing

Author: Cecil Kain Cerberus

Characters (central focus): Fate/zero & stay night

Pairings: Gilgamesh/Saber main. Side pairings may or may not appear.

Rating: T, but it's definitely changing to M… someday. :3

Warnings for the reader: Golden sword pairing, what goes with the rating.

Setting: AU version of Fuyuki City along with past civilizations still up and running, like Uruk and Macedonia. Weird world, eh? :3

Summary: Arturia "Saber" Pendragon felt her life was coming to a crashing halt when she found herself engaged to the rich yet egotistical Gilgamesh. However, the golden haired man offers her an interesting gamble; become his girlfriend for an entire year, and if she doesn't fall in love with him in that time frame, then he will cancel the engagement himself and leave her life. To her, it's a no-brainer, as she has no desire to marry him. But for Gilgamesh and Saber, this "all or nothing" bet becomes far more than just a simple bet. Feelings can change, and before she knows it, Saber bites off more than she can chew, as does Gilgamesh.

Length: No clue. We're shooting for the stars, folks.

Genre: Romance. Lovely, mushy romance. With little hearts and kisses. 3

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Type Moon does. But if I did . . . well, let's just say some people would lose their sanity, while others would . . . erm . . . yeah.











Yukimura Chizuru, the last of her clan. Her story begins beautifully, like a song, the harmony of her family and her childhood ringing throughout her ears. Cuddled and protected, she had nothing to fear. And then the song turned into a wail of rage and anguish.

Chizuru's village was wiped out. Many members perished in the fires, and those who managed to escape the pyros fell to worse fate, death by sword.

It was a massacre.

It was only a Godsend that Kodo, Chizuru's adoptive father, found her and carried her to safety. Chizuru remembered nothing of the fire, nor of her happy childhood memories. It was blank, a clean plaque, ready for a new story to be written.

And Chizuru did. For years, she was unaware of what she was. Heir to the Yukimura estate. A pure-blooded oni.

It was only when her father disappeared did Chizuru's story begin to take on a new twist. Her venture led her to become friends with the Shinsengumi, masterless swordsmen with awe-inspiring dreams.

But that fragile happiness did not last. A war suddenly crashed on that peace, and worse yet, Chizuru was separated from her friends. Just when things had gotten bad enough, she felt her whole world crumbling when the adversary of the Shinsengumi, an oni like her, appeared.

His name was Kazama Chikage.

Cynical and arrogant, he was the one not only to inform her of her hierarch, but he also informed her of her father's betrayal. He was there at every turn, constantly badgering her to come with him, be his wife, bear his children. Chizuru had resisted him at every step, and her friends were always there to protect her.

But when they were no longer there, and she was about to be taken prisoner by the enemy, Kazama had come to her rescue. Rather than steal her away, he permitted her to travel with him to see the Shinsengumi's end.

It wasn't a horrible journey, but the closer they got to the end, the more apparent it became.

Their quest was momentarily sidetracked when they heard word of Kodo's horrible experimentations, called rasetsu. It did not take long to track him down, and even less to end his reign of terror over Edo. Chizuru remembers feeling cold that day, even when Kazama was kind enough to hold her close.

She was losing everything in the blink of an eye.

Standing at the location of the Shinsengumi's last stand, Hijikata's resting place, Chizuru broke down and wept, cradling the torn, bloody flag of the brave warriors, her closest friends who she had gotten to know over the span of four years.

Then, the dawn begin to poke over the horizon. Kazama made a promise, sealing it with a gentle kiss, vowing to retrieve her when she gathered her broken life together.

Five months later, he kept to his word, greeting her the same way he parted with. Since then, he continued to visit her, and their romantic friendship grew into true love. One night, before Kazama left once again, Chizuru asked to accompany him, as his wife.

That was years ago. Chizuru was no longer the innocent, cross-dressing girl. She was the Lady of the Yukimura clan, wife to Kazama Chikage. She barely looked a day over 25, as did her husband. Such as the power supplied by their pure blood. They had over a century of life left in them, and both intended to spend every moment together, ruling their respective clans together.

It took much effort on Chizuru's part to find the scattered remnants of her clan. It was even harder when she discovered she had a twin brother. She wept, like with her beloved friends before, and the clan tried to comfort her.

Only Kazama had the power to comfort her pain. However, now was not the time to shed tears. She had work to.

She would remember Kaoru well. He will not forgotten, like his fallen clan members and their parents. She will carry their fates on her heart, but she shall not break. She had to be strong, for their sake.

Life became good. Good fortune was returning. She gave birth to strong oni children, and she even had a girl, who she named Chikiro. Such was the tradition to name members of the direct lineage with the kanji 'sen,' meaning 'thousand.'

However, her life ballad was far from over. Somewhere in the streets of Tokyo, formerly her hometown and also once called Edo, a precious gem was waiting, a rare diamond in the rough. Something she had lost years back would soon return, and perhaps, all that agony of her past will leave.


July 3rd, 1889 - Tokyo

The streets of the Floating World were practically active, people bustling through the tight streets, excitement barely contained as merchants, inn keepers, and other businesses called for patrons to engage in the pleasantries found only here.

Mixing in the crowd of kiminos and Western garments, wearing a faded blue kimino, straw sandals, and a straw hat to over his dusty blond hair. Eyes colored like chocolate searched the crowd, looking for his companion. Finally, he caught sight of the boy, his rusty red ponytail visible underneath his own straw hat.

The blond haired boy, no more than seventeen, made his way through the crowd, muttering quick apologizes as he broke through lines of people to reach the red haired lad. It was then the redhead turned, a parcel in one hand, packages tucked under an arm, a single dango stick dangling from his mouth.

Helping his companion carrying the items, the blond haired boy immediately berated his friend, "Really, Shigero? Dango at this time?"

Shigero shrugged absently, now having his free hand hold the single stick. "Oh come on, Tomo. I didn't just get one." He held up the parcel, grinning. "I got enough for you, me, and my dad."

"I hope that came from your salary," Tomo muttered darkly. "Gonzo is a stickler, and he will count every coin."

"My dad gave me the money," snapped back Shigero, munching angrily at his dango. Tomo sighed heavily; the redhead's temper was difficult sometimes to manage.

Lifting his hat up a bit, he turned to Shigero. "We better get back, or Gonzo will send Hiroshi after us again."

Shigero shivered. "I'd rather not deal with that two-ton lug."

The two boys made their trek back to the kabuki theatre their troop was camped out in. Gonzo's Amazing Shows, unoriginal as it is, was home to a multitude of talents. From actors to performers of dangerous arts, Gonzo turned down no talent. At least that was the saying.

Really, the troop was just a place for street urchins and the homeless, with nowhere to go. Gonzo was a cruel master, always barking out orders, always changing things at the last minute to appease the growing mass of patrons to his shows.

When they reached the building, they saw Shigero's father waiting for them, currently sweeping the entrance for future patrons tonight. Looking up, his familiar gold eyes glittered with joy.

"Boys!" he called, waving a bandaged hand towards them. "It's about you two showed up. I hoped you didn't have any difficulty."

Shigero grinned, stick between his teeth. "Nah. We got everything. Hey, look." He held out his parcel. "I got the dango!"

The man laughed jovially. "Atta boy. You know how to make your old man happy." Turning to Tomo, he asked, "I hope Shigero wasn't too difficult to deal with, Tomo?"

Tomo adjusted his load a bit. "It was fine. I got a little lost in the crowd, but your son isn't exactly hard to find."

The older man nodded, opening his mouth to say something when a portly, stunt man barreled past him, despite him being much taller and leaner that the fat man. With thick fingers, the fat man hissed, "Where were you?! I need you two brats to go out and advertise my show tonight! Did you at least get my requests?"

Not flinching at the high pitch wail, Tomo held out the packages dutifully. "We got everything that you wished for, Gonzo-san." Tomo glanced towards Shigero, who, in turn, fumbled through his red kimino for the small coin purse. The fat man snatched the purse away, glaring at Shigero as if the boy was the devil. His round, piggy nose poked in the purse, appearing as if he were sniffing the contents. Whatever he saw over his nose seemed to please him, because he closed the purse and then took the packages with less vice.

Giving both boys a parting glare, he hollered over his shoulder, "Sousuke, train your brat and that urchin some manners!"

Shiger growled angrily, but before he could say or do anything, Tomo held out his arm. Shaking his head, Tomo muttered, "Leave him. He just wants to bother you," before looking back at Shigero's father, Sousuke.

Scratching his head with embarrassment, Sousuke spoke softly, "You boys better do what Gonzo wants. I'll look after the dango. When you're done, we'll eat, kay?"

It was a promise. Tomo and Shigero bid a quick farewell to Sousuke before parting ways, taking different parts of the Floating World to advertise the upcoming show.


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