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The Old and New House
Tweet Topic Started: Oct 11 2010, 06:31 PM (206 Views)
Post #1 Oct 11 2010, 06:31 PM Silk
November 19th 1974

Traditional Japanese House

Time: 1657 GMT +9




The house David had turned into their new homebase was not what Hikaru expected. It was big, - by land, not height. The yard itself could easily fit the entire compound and building of Mrs. Akiyama's apartment. The house itself was single storey. Old, slightly drafty, but only in the living area. The bedrooms were conveniently insulated. No one had lived here for sometime, but it was well-maintained. There was not a single dust nor mould even in the most secluded room. Apart from the main house, there's a guesthouse, and a dojo. Hikaru was excited by the latter. She had rarely gone into the school dojo, much less one belonging to a real Samurai house. She gobbled the snacks David prepared in minutess after he set the plate, and dashed out to investigate.

The Servant did not have much time to walk around the house, but from a few brief looks, it was a sturdy construction job and by far a better place then the old apartment in any criteria. The yard would offer space to fight if they had been forced to, and the wide, uncovered area was a virtual killzone for anyone attempting to reach the house. The three main buildings could provide cover or an escape route, if properly prepared, and such business was what he was best at, after all. The lack of dirt was a pleasant surprize, and the Japanese Real Estate business rose in his eyes after that; he'd expected he would have to dedicate at least a day to make it look proper. Of course, he would still need to get all that furniture arranged the way it was supposed to: The movers only dumped it in the living room and hallway, and stopped with that, but that was what they were paid to do. After making some light snacks for Hikaru so she wouldnt start behaving strangely again, the boy paid a visit to the Dojo - a simple enough layout that was meant for practice of combat. Hearing footsteps, he conceiled himself behind a large box.

Gotan Project - Santa Maria (Del Buen Ayre)

"David? David?" Hikaru peeked through the door. Strange. There was no one in sight. She thought she saw his entering the building. "Hmm, oh well." She clicked on the lights. Half the room were lit by the white bulbs, while the other half remained in a contrasting darkness. It smelled of wood and polish. The wooden beams on the floor reflected There was rack with wooden swords on the side, Hikaru took one and played it in her hands. She never quite got into Kendo, but she was far from swinging it like a stick.

Templar rose slowly from behind a pile of boxes, moving near the wall and avoiding the girl's field of vision. His mocking smile, usually always upon his face, had dissapeared, replaced the an impassive face with eyes half-shut. His movement showed that his muscles had been relaxed to the point of almost no control; still his movement showed that precise control had been excersized to not produce a single sound, putting extra pressure on some floor tiles to make certain they wouldn't creak, and removing the weight slowly. The manner of his walk had been the biggest reminder that this had been no student, no matter how he had looked, but a born warrior with several millenia of experience. David had walked in this same manner, to the rack that held extra training swords, and removed two. Moving into the complete deadzone, he had shifted his grip on both bokken. In the next second, both his feet had already pushed off from the floor hard, as one sword from his left hand had been tossed at the girl's unprotected back. His landing soft, he had half-crouched before charging forward, sword gripped in an odd, one-handed manner.

Something raised the hairs behind Hikaru's neck. In the next moment, she was several paces away from where she had been, and a bokken landed there in a smooth sequence. It was over yet. The silent air current had changed. Her nerves burst with adrenaline. Time seemed to have slowed, as she blocked the sword belonging to a blurred figure.

Without so much as pausing or explaining himself, David forced the bokken to slide off the edge of Hikaru's sword and attack from a downwards angle, while his fist lashed forward to upset her balance.

The figure slowed enough down for her to see that it was David, however, it did not change the pace of the fight. Templar did not allow her time ponder the reason behind his actions, he kept cornering her with his attacks. And she could only defend. Between David and the wall, there wasn't much room to allow her go out of the wooden sword's range. The Servant had his sword charging from bottom, towards her chest, and a fist towards her head.

Hikaru took advantage of her small stature, smacked herself close to the wall, and duck. With the wall as a springing board, she rolled and got out into the open space.

Whirling around, the boy used the speed of the turn rather then his own physical strength to attack from the side. As his attack was blocked, however, something odd began to happen: the first sound that he'd made the whole fight, nearly impossible to hear to the untrained ear. The sound of air being inhaled. It had been abnormal: in fights, opponents struggle to control their breath, and obtain a proper rhythm. David however had been destroying that rhythm altogether, not exhaling the oxygen his lungs recieved. As he had done so, a merciless barrage of seemingly random hits assaulted the girl, each seemingly parried - not one had the remotest trace of intent behind it, each aimed purely at the sword she held.

Hikaru could only defend, and defend, and defend from the endless spiral of attacks her Servant directed at her. Both strength and experience were pitted against her. Her hands falter, as her own sword shook under the pressure. In the end, they gave in. Before the sword hit the floor, she had pick another item to defend herself: a shoe-rack.

The sound of air being exhaled, and the clatter of a wooden sword hitting the floor: the fight ended with that. "Good." Commented the Servant, a satisfied smile appearing on his face. "Didn't expect this level of reflex and anticipation from you, but that's what I get for underestimating Executor Training, huh?" He walked over to the sword Hikaru dropped, and picked it up, looking at the surface with the marks from his own attacks, apparently unsatisfied with something. "Wrong pitch I guess... Well, no matter. It is the wrong material after all." dropping the sword once again, he walked over to Hikaru, putting his hand out as if directed at her, then spreading the fingers of his palm: Θεραπεύστε . A word of a language that no living man spoke any longer left the Templar's lips, as what seemed like a golden cloud washed over his Master. "That should account for hitting your head and the strain from parrying my attacks, I think. How is it?"

"Whew." Hikaru tossed the shoe rack to the side and dropped on the floor.She took a deep breath as the spell was casted, it made the air she inhaled smell like a bed of flowers. She hadn't known how tiring the brief spar was until the she noticed the difference before and after being healed by her Servant's spell. It was like doused by cool water that washed away all her tiredness. "That was something." She ran a hand through her hair. "Never fought someone that never made a single mistake. A millennia of practice makes things perfect, doesn't it?"

"Bit more then that, but it still isn't perfect. A perfect swordsman wouldn't lose to anything. This... Well, still a long way to go. I am used to my weapon, for example; a perfect swordsman could wield any blade masterfully. " David sighed slightly, shaking his head, then sitting down on the floor: "I trust your throwing of Keys is better then your sword skills? We'll need to work on those a little if only to get you further attuned to life and death situations over theory. Aside from that..." The servant crossed his arms, patting the floor, indicating for the girl to sit down: "I'd like to discuss my findings while we were at school."

Upon hearing that, Hikaru sat up straight with attention. "Go on." she said simply and waited for him to speak in silence.

Umineko No Naku Koro Ni - deadangle

Seeing that he now had her attention, the Servant nodded, and shut his eyes, putting his back against the wall: "When we were there, I had located a total of 19 hostile presences. Of those 19, 11 had been on a low enough elevation for me to conclude that they had been underground: furthermore they were spread and even if I looked at the surface where they should have been, there was nothing there. One had been unique, while the other 10 the same. This is unusual. Though they weren't entirely the same, as that would cause a paradox, they were... Similar. Cut from the same stone? Drawn by the same brush? It's that sort of feeling." He paused, rubbing his temples as if trying to recall it perfectly, then continued calmly: "7 had been in our class and one outside it but in one that was nearby. Those that I detected in class were that Makiri girl along with that loud oaf, the English transfer student, Anna Walker, the teacher, that loud couple in the back row and of course that particularly unpleasant class vice president, and the unrefined tomboy girl that put her in her place.'

Hikaru shuffled in her place with unease. While she had known there were a couple of Servants and probably one Master, she did not expect their number to be that huge. The Haegobara seemed to be a magnet for this. She read from the old reports: the old building did not survive into the second day of the last War. Will it happen again? She wondered. "The Vice President? One of them?" she gave a ridiculous laugh. The light bulbs flickered, as if they're laughing with her. The thought of the insecure, hypocritical buxom was a magi seemed too fantastic to be true. When the laughter wore down, a thought came to her and she inquired her Servant. "Can you differentiate between magi, Servant, familiars and...whatever else?"

"I cannot confirm 'what' each entity is. My ability only sees 'threats', and be they mundane, magi, or servant, it matters not. However basic observation allows to assume that Matou J. N. Kidu is a Servant. The other transfer is suspect as well, and, I would say, the new teacher." David shut his eyes again, putting his hands behind his head in a bit of a careless motion: "I can't see what they are but once I see them with my eyes, I won't mistake them for anything within my range. Also... There is something very wrong with that loud couple; at least the boy. You may have noticed that he is being possessed. It doesn't seem to be demon possession, doesn't have the right rotten smell. It's also done a bit roughly so I doubt it's someone Servant level."

"I see.” Hikaru nodded. “Then, I've got something to share: Our 'American' here is Rider, I doubt he's Davy Crockett though. He doesn't have the right act to be from 18th Century. Miss Walker is Caster, seems like a stereotypical witch from a fairytale from what I've seen." She shuddered when David mentioned of the couple. Suddenly, the flickering lights did not seem friendly anymore, and the dark side of dojo was too close for comfort. "I never get close to those two. Now, come to think of it, that might be why. My initial purpose was to lie low and not attract attention-- still is. So I wasn't trying too hard." She felt a bit guilty for the boy, but cases like these involve human relations can be complicated. She had too much in her hands to get into unwanted trouble. "The girl might be a Master, or a hired, or someone that happened to find a black magic book somewhere and used to make him fall in love with her." She shrugged. "Keep an eye on them."

"Rider and Caster... And still no news of the others. Furthermore, if they are in this, and with Saber, Archer, and Lancer being mandatory, that leaves an unknown 7th class. Berserker or Assassin... Or something entirely different, like my current situation, but I doubt it." The blonde boy rubbed his chin, deep in thought as he processed this information. "I could simply exorcise the boy with her and interrogate him, but that would alert the enemy, and there is a chance his information may be useless. I suppose the next step is attempting to establish an alliance with someone without giving out too much information; my status as a Servant is likely suspected, but still unknown. All I need to do is use my voice on a few mundanes and get them to follow me around at all times. It doesn't look too suspicious if they're all the admirers of my school persona, I would hope. Either way... What do you plan to do in the long term and short term? With my Noble Phantasm, I could likely kill one or two Masters without a fight, but the chance the attack will be blocked even partially makes it dangerous, as it will escalate, and it really isn't my style to kill that way."

Hikaru nodded without a word, until David asked her. "Plans?" She scratched the back of her head, "Um, to be honest, nothing in particular." She gave an irresponsible chuckle. As she was, it would be hard to imagine someone like her was actually controlling a being beyond normal human's power. "I guess, we'll find someone to ally with, as you said. I don't like the idea of playing defense all the time, but I can't see anything else to do other than just wait and see."

"Hmm.. Guess I'll have to do something about that then. For this first night, however, I think we should avoid conflict and gather information, as well as find allies. I propose only quick, deadly strikes - no battles of attrition, those tend to attract too much attention, and I wont have a crowd around me to keep my status hidden, it'll likely only be a bit obscured." The boy stretched, a look of deep thought still written upon his face: "That reminds me, I should probably consecrate this area."

"Oh, yeah." Since they moved here only recently, that was what they should do first. Hikaru made a gesture to tell David to go ahead, and clambered from the floor, leaving the Servant to his business. "I'll just lie down in the living and close my eyes for a bit. Call me when you're done."

"Do you want me to get a futon out so you wont be lying around on the floor?" The boy got up as well, heading after her. "I don't think I packed them too far in the stuff."

"Nah, tatami mats aren't all that hard. Go ahead and do your thing." she shook her head and shooed him, then walked back to the main house.

"Fine." He shrugged, turning around and walking out of the dojo and out into the middle of the yard. Standing there, the Servant had breathed in the evening air, and spread his arms, his eyes closed, head turned skyward, as a glimmer of gold began to surround him. As soon as it did, David spoke, in a soft, ceremonial tone that had been so different from his conversational voice; this, after all, had been a service to God, not mere talking.

'Pater hêmôn ho en toes ouranoes;
hagiasthêtô to onoma sou;
elthetô hê basileia sou;
genêthêtô to thelêma sou,
hôs en ouranô, kae epi tês gês.
ton arton hêmôn ton epiousion dos hêmin sêmeron;
kae aphes hêmin ta opheilêmata hêmôn,
hôs kae hêmeis aphiemen toes opheiletaes hêmôn;
kae mê eisenenkês hêmas eis peirasmon,
alla rhysae hêmas apo tou ponerou.
hoti sou estin hê basileia kae hê dynamis kae hê doxa eis tous aeônas;
amên.'


Pausing at this, he used the sign of the cross on himself, retrieved the one the hung on his neck and kissed it's base, then did the sign of the cross on each side, north, south, east, and west. Finally, as his hand touched his own cross, it glowed, and in the other outstretched hand, a metal-bound book with a plain cover only containing the image of a cross appeared. Opening by itself, its pages began to flutter, as if a gale had been forcing them to fly from the book, and out, like birds. The Servant simply stood there, with his eyes closed, lips muttering a now-indiscernible prayer, as the pages flew to every corner of the house, seemingly disintegrating as soon as they touched the area, and as it did, that place seemed to have become a bit brighter. Quite a few pages had even went outside the house, onto the empty streets, performing a similar job.

Finally, it had been over, and the book shut, disappearing seconds after. "Amen." The boy's voice had once again been audible, and, kidding the cross and performing its sign, he walked back, towards the house.

Hikaru laid on the floor next to the only furniture in the room, a low table. She folded her arms behind her head and laid back on it like a pillow. She stared up at the unfamiliar wooden beams of the ceiling, taking in her new surroundings. A change swept through the house when Templar finished his ritual. It seemed as if a weight had been taken off from the air itself. Hikaru closed her eyes, finally able to relax.

Higurashi No Naku Koro Ni Kai - Kage

Walking into the house, Templar headed straight for his grocery bags, dragging them to the kitchen with a determined look on his face. It took a short while for him to unpack some cooking utensils that Hikaru possessed from before, and finally begin cooking that promised dinner and dessert. First he'd decided to work on the salad, then the main dish, the soup, and then the dessert. Hikaru didn't particularly specify what it was she wanted, so he only knew what ingredients she liked: Still, setting up a mean that would adhere to the taste of the one it had been cooked for was the joy and challenge of being a chef. Since she liked beef, he had decided to cook it in a simple way with some garlic, the overly powerful taste slightly diluted by some spices: he made incisions on the meat and inserted cloves in places, then cooked it until it it had been safe, but not dry; the side dish to that was decided to be mashed potatoes after all, despite the traditional Japanese side-dish being rice. Some soy sauce had been involved in the potatoes's cooking to make the flavor less bland.

While that cooked, a fairly simple Ceasar salad with a few extra ingredients had been prepared - David did not put the sauce on it just yet, as the amount should have been decided by the person eating. Finally, the soup she wanted was not specified at all, so he had taken a liberty and cooked something altogether alien; a Ukrainian dish called borscht, which involved sorrel, potatoes, a few other basic vegetables, a hard-boiled egg diced into small squared once it had been served, and a tablespoon of sour creme. The resultant taste had been both salty and sour, and was one the Servant quite enjoyed even without meat, but with beef in it, it should have appealed to Hikaru a bit more. The final stage had been the Christmas Pudding she had requested, which had been a bit troublesome due to the many ways one could prepare it. Finally picking the most recent recipe, he had blended together the ingredients in a way to compensate if only a bit for the time that the end product was supposed to spend hanging off a hook getting ready to be served. Finally finished, he had loaded everything onto a large platter, and began to quietly arrange the dishes on the table next to the girl.

The smell of beef and spices had set off Hikaru's stomach to grumble. At first, she thought it was just a dream, but the aroma was so prevasive that when she opened her eyes, it was still there. She bolted up in surprise, then blinked for a couple of times. It was like a feast laid out across the table. Every dish was garnished and arranged perfectly. If she didn't recognize her old plates, and the lack of a common cultural theme, she would have thought she was in a restaurant. "Wow, you're spoiling me tonight, aren't you?" she said to the chef responsible for the dishes.

"I did promise you I would, and I dont go back on my promises. Besides... Who's to know you'll like everything I made? Some of this you've probably never tasted." David set to dicing the eggs for the borsht, tossing in a spoon of sour creme. "Be sure to mix it well before you eat. Normally, I'd offer the salad first, but I think it should be eaten with the main course."
While Hikaru might have odd tastes that would make most cringe, she wasn't that picky as some would expect, especially not when it was made by the hands of a skilled cook, and there's high quality beef and pudding for dessert. She followed the instructions and ate the salad together with the roasted beef. "Mmm..." a satisfied sound came from her lips. "Love the combination, and the beef's just right."

"Not too heavy on the garlic, then? Sometimes it diminishes the taste of everything else." The boy helped himself to a piece, chewing it slowly and testingly as if to properly gauge its worth, finally nodding with a somewhat satisfied expression: "Seems to be juicy enough, at least. How about the salad?"

"I never care much for raw veggies, but this just makes me want more. Don't worry, I could finish this."

"Good that it doesnt bother you then, with the way you've been eating I'm practically going to have to feed them to you daily."

David ate his own portion before moving on to the borsht, and then both set to eat the dessert. Despite his doubts, the pudding turned out to be satsifactory judging by Hikaru's reaction, which earned it a 'pass' grade from the one who had made it. After having cleaned up after the meal, he went to unpack the boxes from the move, and to place everything into place under Hikaru's judgement as this, after all, had been the house bought for her.

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