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Little Angel Go Away: Chapter One
Title: Little Angel Go Away: Chapter One
Fandom: Angel Notes, Fate/EXTRA
Character(s): Extra Shinji, V/V, Extra Rider
Pairing(s): None
Genre: Drama
Word Count: 1,000
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Character death
Summary: Shinji's first opponent is a Berserker.
Notes: Multichapter fic, aww yeah.
Shinji's first opponent is a raving madman, and he listens to about one nanosecond of his ramblings before tuning him out. He's marginally more interested in the opposing servant, a pretty blond girl with white wings.
"Your name's Shinji, right?" she asks him in the arena while her Master is still talking. "I'm, well I'm not supposed to tell you my name, but otherwise I would to be polite. Nice to meet you."
He raises an eyebrow and glances at Rider, who shrugs. "Nice to meet you two. Sorry that you had such bad luck to get matched up with me in your first round." He smiles in a hopefully sympathetic fashion, though all of his smiles usually end up looking smug.
"Oh, it's okay," she answers. "I believe you when you say you'll win, more than I believe him when he says I'm... whatever he's saying I am. Can you tell?"
Shinji listens to Gatou rant for a few more seconds before shaking his head. "Can't understand a word."
"I can't either..." She sighs, and turns to Rider. "Oh, it's nice to meet you too, I didn't mean to exclude you from the conversation. Do you get along with your Master well?"
Oh god, here it comes.
Rider reaches over to ruffle his hair, ignoring all his attempts to bat her away. "Yeah, he's a smart kid. Egotistical, but otherwise he wouldn't be very interesting to get summoned to. I'm looking forward to seeing how far the two of us can go."
Their opponent smiles and flutters her wings a little. "I'm really glad to hear that! It'd be better to lose to someone worthwhile, isn't it? That's how people think?"
Shinji finally manages to shove Rider off and composes himself. "Of course it is."
"Thank you for telling me." She listens to her Master for a second. "...I think we're going training in the arena now. If you want to fight us now it'll only be three rounds."
He waves his hand dismissively. "We might as well let you think you have a chance. The way you are now we'd demolish you in one round." After all, they can't even talk in the same conversation, let alone understand each other. He's just being fair.
"Okay. It was nice to meet you, Shinji, Shinji's Servant." She waves, before heading off with her Master into the arena.
A feeling of dread is starting to settle into the back of his mind. He ignores it. They're just amateurs suitable for an enemy in the first round. How that guy got past the preliminaries is amazing, frankly.
"Shinji, aren't you forgetting that you promised me more treasure in the arena today?"
Oh yeah. He'd better hack that in if he doesn't want to deal with her complaining. Of course, he can grumble a little himself while he's doing it...
They run into each other a few more times during the week. Every time, the Servant does most of the coherent talking for the pair and asks them how they're doing, if they like the scenery here, et cetera. She's not bad to talk to compared to her Master or Rider, as she never tries to make fun of him. It's too bad she's an enemy.
He never does get around to trying to figure out what hero she is.
The elimination match arrives. Both of the pairs have their cipher keys, and both of them ride the elevator down.
"...hi, Shinji." The enemy Servant is a little more subdued. "Do you think he'll really die if he loses? My Master."
"Nah, of course not. That old priest is just an NPC, they all talk doom and gloom if you mess up. It's just a game," he reassures her. "You can throw the match if you want, he'll be fine."
"I really can't do that," she answers, with a slightly forced laugh. "You know, right?"
"Sure you can, you just don't fight-"
"I can't, because I'm a Berserker."
Shinji takes in her appearance again. Long blond hair, white dress, angelic white wings. "...Seriously?"
She nods. "Even if it were okay for me to do that, I still don't have control on the battlefield. So I don't think I can forfeit. I'm sorry."
"Well, it doesn't matter anyway." Even if it is weird. A pretty blond angel Berserker, huh. "I'll still defeat you, you just won't get to share any of the profits with me. It's your loss." The elevator reaches the bottom, and Shinji heads out, missing her reply.
They face off in a sunken ship. He's about to say something badass when the sky starts rumbling and a shadow comes over them. Something big, very, very big, too big to identify, is in the digital sky.
He's about to ask Berserker when he sees her body there has gone still and silent, with not even a hint of breath.
...Okay. This will be weird.
The objective of this fight is to beat up the real body. The angels that come down are a distraction and just minions that are keeping Rider from Berserker's body. If she can get past the minions, then she'll be good.
The problem is that there are huge numbers of them, seemingly endless, and all strong enough to pose a problem. One opponent she can deal with, but three at a time for every round is bad, and even if she defeats one another will come to take its place, clawing and tearing. Even if her Noble Phantasm can injure all of them at once, more will appear. This mindless attack is suited for the Berserker class.
All the while, the shell of the original Servant stands motionless, not reacting to the defeat of an angel or to the moment that Rider falls.
It's only when the red wall splits the battlefield in half and the shadow looming over them disappears that he sees her look up with tear-filled eyes, but by then it's too late.
Shinji dies screaming.
Fandom: Angel Notes, Fate/EXTRA
Character(s): Extra Shinji, V/V, Extra Rider
Pairing(s): None
Genre: Drama
Word Count: 1,000
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Character death
Summary: Shinji's first opponent is a Berserker.
Notes: Multichapter fic, aww yeah.
Shinji's first opponent is a raving madman, and he listens to about one nanosecond of his ramblings before tuning him out. He's marginally more interested in the opposing servant, a pretty blond girl with white wings.
"Your name's Shinji, right?" she asks him in the arena while her Master is still talking. "I'm, well I'm not supposed to tell you my name, but otherwise I would to be polite. Nice to meet you."
He raises an eyebrow and glances at Rider, who shrugs. "Nice to meet you two. Sorry that you had such bad luck to get matched up with me in your first round." He smiles in a hopefully sympathetic fashion, though all of his smiles usually end up looking smug.
"Oh, it's okay," she answers. "I believe you when you say you'll win, more than I believe him when he says I'm... whatever he's saying I am. Can you tell?"
Shinji listens to Gatou rant for a few more seconds before shaking his head. "Can't understand a word."
"I can't either..." She sighs, and turns to Rider. "Oh, it's nice to meet you too, I didn't mean to exclude you from the conversation. Do you get along with your Master well?"
Oh god, here it comes.
Rider reaches over to ruffle his hair, ignoring all his attempts to bat her away. "Yeah, he's a smart kid. Egotistical, but otherwise he wouldn't be very interesting to get summoned to. I'm looking forward to seeing how far the two of us can go."
Their opponent smiles and flutters her wings a little. "I'm really glad to hear that! It'd be better to lose to someone worthwhile, isn't it? That's how people think?"
Shinji finally manages to shove Rider off and composes himself. "Of course it is."
"Thank you for telling me." She listens to her Master for a second. "...I think we're going training in the arena now. If you want to fight us now it'll only be three rounds."
He waves his hand dismissively. "We might as well let you think you have a chance. The way you are now we'd demolish you in one round." After all, they can't even talk in the same conversation, let alone understand each other. He's just being fair.
"Okay. It was nice to meet you, Shinji, Shinji's Servant." She waves, before heading off with her Master into the arena.
A feeling of dread is starting to settle into the back of his mind. He ignores it. They're just amateurs suitable for an enemy in the first round. How that guy got past the preliminaries is amazing, frankly.
"Shinji, aren't you forgetting that you promised me more treasure in the arena today?"
Oh yeah. He'd better hack that in if he doesn't want to deal with her complaining. Of course, he can grumble a little himself while he's doing it...
They run into each other a few more times during the week. Every time, the Servant does most of the coherent talking for the pair and asks them how they're doing, if they like the scenery here, et cetera. She's not bad to talk to compared to her Master or Rider, as she never tries to make fun of him. It's too bad she's an enemy.
He never does get around to trying to figure out what hero she is.
The elimination match arrives. Both of the pairs have their cipher keys, and both of them ride the elevator down.
"...hi, Shinji." The enemy Servant is a little more subdued. "Do you think he'll really die if he loses? My Master."
"Nah, of course not. That old priest is just an NPC, they all talk doom and gloom if you mess up. It's just a game," he reassures her. "You can throw the match if you want, he'll be fine."
"I really can't do that," she answers, with a slightly forced laugh. "You know, right?"
"Sure you can, you just don't fight-"
"I can't, because I'm a Berserker."
Shinji takes in her appearance again. Long blond hair, white dress, angelic white wings. "...Seriously?"
She nods. "Even if it were okay for me to do that, I still don't have control on the battlefield. So I don't think I can forfeit. I'm sorry."
"Well, it doesn't matter anyway." Even if it is weird. A pretty blond angel Berserker, huh. "I'll still defeat you, you just won't get to share any of the profits with me. It's your loss." The elevator reaches the bottom, and Shinji heads out, missing her reply.
They face off in a sunken ship. He's about to say something badass when the sky starts rumbling and a shadow comes over them. Something big, very, very big, too big to identify, is in the digital sky.
He's about to ask Berserker when he sees her body there has gone still and silent, with not even a hint of breath.
...Okay. This will be weird.
The objective of this fight is to beat up the real body. The angels that come down are a distraction and just minions that are keeping Rider from Berserker's body. If she can get past the minions, then she'll be good.
The problem is that there are huge numbers of them, seemingly endless, and all strong enough to pose a problem. One opponent she can deal with, but three at a time for every round is bad, and even if she defeats one another will come to take its place, clawing and tearing. Even if her Noble Phantasm can injure all of them at once, more will appear. This mindless attack is suited for the Berserker class.
All the while, the shell of the original Servant stands motionless, not reacting to the defeat of an angel or to the moment that Rider falls.
It's only when the red wall splits the battlefield in half and the shadow looming over them disappears that he sees her look up with tear-filled eyes, but by then it's too late.
Shinji dies screaming.