My Snippets, Incomplete Ideas, or Prototype Works

Hero of Justice? What A Joke! #1

It was the best attempt that I ever done so far though came the random thought causing me to grit my teeth the brat's remnants have as of yet to shut up. I close my eyes imaging the black void that was my afterlife I imagine it as a barrier in my head and finally...there was blissful silence "thank fuck I thought he would never shut up," I exhaled with relief.

"Now the question is...what do I do I know for a fact that I don't want to die ever again so I should probably focus on methods to obtain said immortality either from the grail which I would have to purify in some way or I use the still building reality marble inside of me to somehow become immortal," I muttered grasping the air once more 'forging' the same knife once again.

I dismiss the knife, project, dismiss, project, and then repeat if I keep practicing then the better my projections will be. So, I continued doing this for as long as I could until I felt my circuits burn from exhaustion but even still, I pushed myself to keep projecting "forge on!" I chanted out once more hand trembling from overuse.

A small spark later and the knife reappeared once more I took it and compared it once more with the original both were now nearly identical no chips or weakness in my copy. Suddenly my stomach grumbled causing me to freeze up "damn I lost track of time and forgot to eat lunch alright let's see if I've retained this body's ability to cook if not then I'll just order a pizza," I said.

I dismissed my 100th attempt at the knife and headed for the fridge never aware of the dark tan patch that appeared over my shirt covered right arm.

As I rummaged through the fridge, I realized the contents were... sparse to say the least. A few leftover ingredients nothing fancy definitely not enough for a proper meal.

"Figures," I muttered "Shirou may have wanted to be a hero of justice, but his fridge is more tragic than anything else."

With a sigh I grabbed what I could—some eggs, green onions, a tomato, and a small chunk of cheese. Not ideal but enough to whip up something resembling an omelet. My hands moved automatically as I gathered the ingredients a strange mix of my muscle memory and Shirou's instincts kicking in, he was a supposed master cook after all.

Cracking the eggs into a bowl I whisked them together, adding a dash of salt and pepper. As I sliced the tomato and grated the cheese, I focused on keeping my movements controlled and precise.

The pan sizzled as I poured in the egg mixture, watching it spread and bubble in the heat. It was... calming in a way I have no idea why though. I was never much of cook in my previous having only relied on junk food mainly pizza but I guess Shirou must have enjoyed cooking just as much as he did with 'helping others' I thought.

I finished the omelet folding it neatly and sliding it onto a plate as I plated it, I heard the faint sound of footsteps approaching the house. I tensed quickly wiping my hands on a towel and projected the kitchen knife—not for cooking this time.

The door creaked open slightly and a familiar (yet unfamiliar to me) voice called out.

"Shirou? Are you home?"

It was Fuji-nee—Taiga Fujimura Shirou's guardian figure. I could hear the shuffle of her footsteps followed by the usual crash as she tripped over something in the hallway causing me to let a slight laugh.

I dismissed the knife away it wasn't a threat—just Taiga I still needed to be careful around her though. For all her quirks Taiga had a way of knowing when something was wrong with 'me' worst case scenario though I may have to use hypnosis on her.

"Yeah, I'm here," I called out trying to keep my tone neutral she barged in with her usual energy, a wide grin plastered on her face.

"Shirou! I'm starving! Did you make lunch?"