Flowery Reincarnation

His school uniform was soaked with blood, sharp objects like glass, and debris tearing through the cloth. Pain. Think more clearly! He landed on his back hard, ankle almost twisting from rolling aside just to avoid the inhumanly fast strike

Run, RUN, RUN! Shirou wasted not a single moment to ponder and with clumsy movement did just that. The newly beating heart raced, pumping as much blood and oxygen to fuel his desire.

Fear.

Adrenaline cursing through his body. An almost primal instinct awakening from its slumber, mostly gone from modern humans. Run and live. Do that and you will-!

Survive! His existence screamed as the blue-clad horror, spearman, descended upon him.

It wasn't a dream, he truly was killed once. The blood marks on the Homurahara's uniform were proof of that. To die again by the same person, why was this happening!?

"Why!?" Shirou screamed more at fate than the man himself, rage consuming his anxiety for this moment, "Why are you killing! What's the point of this!?"

The man, Lancer as he called himself, merely stared at him before sighing exasperatedly, "Sorry kid, it's nothing personal. My Master ordered me to kill any witness to this."

"Master?" Shirou said weakly, so there was more than one of these crazy warriors? "There are more of you…?

"That's right. This is war after all. I'm telling you this cause you will die either way but I don't really care." The blue lancer stepped on destroyed glass, coming closer and closer, "So don't waste time struggling. The end's going to be the same. Kid, you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. You're just unlucky."

Unlucky? …So that's the current reality describing his predicament? That he was in a bad spot?

Bullshit!

"Murderer! How can you keep killing so easily!? Is that all there is to it, just fulfilling a kill order on an innocent person!?"

Shirou couldn't understand such a person. How can you look so annoyed because he poked at it?

"Tch, you are not very bright, are you?" Lancer chewed the accusations with distaste, they weren't wrong but neither were they right. He got no joy from this.

"Goodbye, kid." Shirou's eyes dilated at the unsaid promise. Nonononono. Similar to a blue color flashing through them as he didn't know himself. The smell of death seemed to ooze from the red spear that was approaching.

"No!"

Blood ran through drums in the ears as Shirou made his last attempt to defend himself. Breath! He reminded his body and rolled to the side, barely missing the tip of the spear. He felt the moment it touched would be the end.

"Haa!" He inhaled unsteadily, searching for something, anything. In desperation he took the poster and reinforced it as much as he could, please don't crumble!

The poster shattered the moment it came into contact and Shirou cried in pain. The sheer force of impact most likely caused some fractures in his arms. His body was sent effortlessly to the ground like a hammer on an anvil.

The devil of man standing before him again, this time he couldn't escape. The line was nearing its end. Please don't!

Let him survive this!

"I guess the game's over," The blue lancer declared with a seemingly careless shrug, but his eyes stayed focused in case the redhead had another trick in his sleeves. He wasn't weary though, Lancer knew there was no chance for the boy to fight him head-on.

"Got any last words you want to say? A message to a friend maybe? To a lover? Were my Master to allow me, I promise to give them after your death."

Seeing the young man glaring heatedly at him, clearly not believing one a bit, Lancer sighed, "Eh. I tried at least. Shame, you had some potential but this is still the end."

The red spear was about to pierce him again and this time it wouldn't miss.

At the last of his breath, Shirou realized he was going to die here. Death. The promise under the moon. He remembered it before his demise.

I can't die here! I haven't become a hero of justice yet! I won't die!

It was a pleading for help; honest and genuine in all of its meaning and form. The truth in his heart. To be saved so he can save someone else. After all, I haven't saved even a single person yet!

The wish was born out of this selfish desire to make amends for the lives lost a long time ago.

I want to live!

The prayer for survival of today reached the device hidden until the final showdown. The grail began searching for requirements to save an individual named 'Emiya Shirou'.

The fae relict inside his body sensed the disturbance, its form glowing brightly with golden light per its vessel's will.

The grail received the needed parameters to proceed. The relict's pure nature forces the device to call from a certain set of spirits despite its corrupted data. The mysterious workings of summoning magic came to life.

In another timeline, the one hearing his call would be a king, a knight upon the hill of corpses. To change fate itself. This person is the perfect candidate for summoning.

And yet, the light of this holy grail reached even further, transcending its original destination until ascending upon the Reverse Side of the World.

The light soared in the peerless sky, the True Magic passing through the gates of the Sacred Garden as if they didn't exist. Fly further and further, reach the boundaries of sinless paradise.

See what is beautiful and filled with wonder. Even though the destination is a prison, it's still beautiful.

The tower was in sight, a beautiful unreal-like construct above a field of flowers. This time, the wish reached its finalization. Flying until pausing before the very curious eyes of the person inside.

The being stared dumbfounded, recollecting himself shortly.

"Oh? How unusual, that someone is asking specifically for me." The light wanted to touch the core of this individual, to use it in the ritual, "Such a unique occurrence deserves a proper reply."

This should be impossible, for the spirit summoned must be gone from this world and ascended to the throne for this action to succeed.

The wish found a loophole, a one-in-trillion chance. It will be achieved. The magic identified the searched being.

"I see." The wizard smiled widely at the conclusion, "Hehehe, I suppose it would be rude of me to ignore, wouldn't it? Especially when you made it all the way here."

He eagerly touched the orb, the warm sensation embracing his soul.

The tower was soon illuminated in eternal light. The man inside disappears in molten sparkles of gold.

The prayer was answered.

…

I want to live!

The first thing Shirou felt was the sweet scent of flowers that calmed his rapid heart rate. A surge of power had fallen on this place. The mana hovered heavily, prompting the hair on his neck to stand up.

The smoke cleared and he could spot the blue-clad man being pushed away by an invisible force. Lancer's body breaks through the nearest wall.

Someone was standing in front of Shirou. A man -no, a boy of age barely his teenage years. His face was pretty and his hair colored of light brown shade. He had a looming black sword in the right hand and a strange staff in the other.

The most unique thing about him was his eyes. They were of deep amethyst that caused an unknown nervous sensation to go Shirou's back.

"Hehehe," An odd laugh resounded across the silent surroundings. The boy then looked at him, a strange glint in his orbs, "Participating in one of those has always been on my mind! I see, so that's how it is. You must be my Master then! Hehe~" With an honest smile plastered on his adolescent face, the mysterious figure addresses Shirou who can't help but be awestruck.

"You are…?" Shirou weakly asks, remaining on the ground. He was exhausted mentally and hoped this was not yet another person ready to kill him.

"Ah, that's right! I forgot this little formula!"

The boy extended his helpful hand to the newly-made master. Grin splitting on his face.

"Servant Pre- ahem, Caster! I have appeared in response to your summons! With my power and everything I have, I will help you as much as I can, Master!"