[He knows Kirei's been anticipating the War and, as his son, Shirou has every intention of fighting for his father's sake. It is, perhaps, his greatest purpose in life at this point, and even he feels the joyous anticipation in his father's small, wordless smiles.
That doesn't interrupt his routine, though - a creature of habit, Kotomine Shirou still wakes up to train and exercise in the morning, still goes to classes, still helps clean up the school grounds, and still dutifully returns home (wherever home might be that week) to make dinner.
He can't understand why Kirei hasn't done likewise today, and as time wears on, the irritation turns to a sort of anxiety, and before long he's stashed dinner in the oven and headed out to the front steps of the church with a broom to sweep nervously and await Kirei's return.]
[Every time he comes home to see Shirou, Kirei feels a spark of pleasure. This boy is his masterpiece, after all. The ultimate act of cruelty against Emiya Kiritsugu is the smile on Kotomine Shirou's face when he sees someone bleed or scream or die.
He's self-satisfied as always when he returns home, exiting the car with a small smile playing across his face. He wonders how worried Shirou is, and delights at the idea of the boy's stomach churning with concern.]
[When he hears the car door close, he starts towards Kirei, broom still in hand]
Dad, where were you?! It's gotten pretty late, you know, we have to start being careful about this sort of stuff with the grail thing and everything, right?
[Fuss fuss fuss fuss sigh]
I put dinner in the oven, so it should still be warm...
[He huffs - well, if dad says so, he can't particularly argue. The war is dangerous, but it's important and probably complicated. It needs time, of course!
[As a child, the idea that he alone had survived upset him. Sometimes he would wake up to get a glass or water or go to the bathroom, and he swore there would be ghosts waiting for him in the darkness, demanding that he join them.
Kirei had assured him there was a purpose to it all, something that only he could fulfill, and Shirou took his father's words dearly to heart. He only had to wait now - the rest would fall into place.]
[The day is finally back on track - nothing is confusing or out of place now, and fetching the plates of food from the fridge and oven is simple enough.]
More important stuff?
[He sets the plates down on the table and scoots into his chair - stupid and content as usual]
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That doesn't interrupt his routine, though - a creature of habit, Kotomine Shirou still wakes up to train and exercise in the morning, still goes to classes, still helps clean up the school grounds, and still dutifully returns home (wherever home might be that week) to make dinner.
He can't understand why Kirei hasn't done likewise today, and as time wears on, the irritation turns to a sort of anxiety, and before long he's stashed dinner in the oven and headed out to the front steps of the church with a broom to sweep nervously and await Kirei's return.]
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He's self-satisfied as always when he returns home, exiting the car with a small smile playing across his face. He wonders how worried Shirou is, and delights at the idea of the boy's stomach churning with concern.]
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Dad, where were you?! It's gotten pretty late, you know, we have to start being careful about this sort of stuff with the grail thing and everything, right?
[Fuss fuss fuss fuss sigh]
I put dinner in the oven, so it should still be warm...
[Please don't scare me again dad. >:]
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[What a typical Shirou. So concerned, so earnest, so fucking clueless.]
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Inevitably, the worry fades into excitement]
So it'll happen soon, right? So I can help?
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[and steal dogs like the one he hasn't shown Shirou yet]
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[As a child, the idea that he alone had survived upset him. Sometimes he would wake up to get a glass or water or go to the bathroom, and he swore there would be ghosts waiting for him in the darkness, demanding that he join them.
Kirei had assured him there was a purpose to it all, something that only he could fulfill, and Shirou took his father's words dearly to heart. He only had to wait now - the rest would fall into place.]
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Right, I just have to wait!
[Broom still in one hand, he tugs at Kirei's sleeve with the other hand]
We can have dinner in the mean time.
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What did you make?
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[Look at him, so proud he's being useful.]
It was a little last minute, so tomorrow I'll make something nicer.
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[Because I don't care about food. But of course you'll take it differently and that's the fun part.]
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Like really. He's blushing. His not-Oedipus complex is showing right now.]
I know, but I like making the best food possible...
[Once inside, he stares down at the broom in his hand, confused as to why it's there.
...right, he was sweeping outside. And now it needs to be put away.]
I'll go put this away and wash up - I'll be right back!
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He'll be waiting at the table when Shirou comes back, reading over a report on something-or-other.]
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More important stuff?
[He sets the plates down on the table and scoots into his chair - stupid and content as usual]
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[but he sets it aside for dinner. GOTTA GET THROUGH THIS FOOD THING SO HE CAN DO FUN THINGS]
What have you done in my absence?
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[He pushes his food around his plate between bites and sentences]
People keep breaking the heaters, too.
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[Just how God would like. And just as suits an Emiya.]
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[Look at him. So dumb and eager to please. He's doing like you told him, dad. He's going to be an awesome fake priest!!!!!]
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