You’re such a pervert!" a voice cried out, snapping him out of his thoughts, the Faker turning to see just what kind of shenanigans Issei had gotten himself into only to blink at the small crowd that had gathered around the Pawn’s desk "I can’t believe Rias Onee-sama would associate with such a brute!"
"Issei!" a desperate looking Matsuda exclaid, holding up a rather...interesting...clay statue for his on-and-off ’friend’ to see "I’ll trade you for my masterpiece-!"
"Don’t you listen to that idiot, Issei!" Motohama exclaid, the bespectacled pervert shoving the lolicon aside while adjusting his glasses "Instead of that trash, I’ll give you 5000 Yen for that masterpiece!"
"What the hell?" Shirou deadpanned, sweat dropping as the rest of the class jumped on the bandwagon, several of the girls even going so far as to offer tens of thousands of yen for whatever it was Issei had crafted "Just what the heck did he make?"
"Oh nothing, just a perfect PVC model of Rias Gremory’s naked body." Aika snickered, as she sidled up to his desk alongside a pouting Asia "I have to admit it’s rather tasteful...and scaled to model too, he must’ve gotten really familiar to get her sizes down pat."
"Issei-san..." Asia pouted, the forr nun’s cheeks puffed out like a hamster as she glanced between the object of her affections and the statue of her King/rival for said affections jealously.
"It is of surprisingly fine make." Xenovia concurred, the forr-exorcist holding her chin in thought as she sidled up to the group "Though by no ans is it inferior to your own, Shirou."
"Eh?" Shirou blinked, wondering what on earth she was talking about, the redhead turning his attention back to his desk only to stiffen at the sight that lay before him.
Play: Unlimited Blade Words OST II: Sorrow.
There, molded from clay by his unskilled hands was a small, fragile figure, clad in an elaborate robe and crown that only served to highlight her ethereal nature. Though he’d only seen it once, the very eve of their disastrous final assault on the Grail, there was no way Shirou could fail to recognize the Dress of Heaven, the treasured Mystic Code of the Einzbern family, the very heart of the Greater Grail, the central control chanism if you would.
If he closed his eyes he could almost imagine the golden sheen the dress had exuded, the way the scarlet raint had matched Ilya’s eyes, or the way the seven rings set into the dress had shone like a beacon in the darkness. It was a beautiful gown, worthy of a Queen, but much like the ritual it was designed to control, the sacrifice needed to craft the garnt still sent shivers down Shirou’s spine to this day.
"It seems we have another artist among us." The voice of their sensei opined, snapping Shirou out of his musings with an approving clap on the shoulder "Keep it up Emiya-kun, who knows, maybe you and Hyoudo-kun have found your true calling!"
"She’s so pretty, Emiya-san!" Asia exclaid, the forr nun clapping her hands together in appreciation, her earlier jealously seemingly forgotten "She almost looks like an angel or a fairy!"
"It is an amazing piece." Xenovia applauded, the forr exorcist nodding her head in approval as she held her chin "The length of the skirt aside, it bears a startling resemblance to the ritual robes used by higher ranked mbers of the Vatican."
"...It’s pretty cute I guess..." Issei admitted grudgingly from his seat, the pawn continuing to fend off his would-be comrades as they tried to swipe his own masterpiece "Buchou is still better though..."
"Yeah, because you’re not biased at all." Aika scoffed, ignoring the pawn’s glare in favour of admiring Shirou’s handiwork "Still, I have to admit it’s pretty impressive for just a model...you been holding out on us Emiya? Got a girlfriend stashed away sowhere?"
As one might expect from such a casually flung comnt, the earlier hubbub almost imdiately died down as the girls in the class quit trying to bid for Issei’s masterpiece to await Shirou’s answer. After all, as one of the few ’decent’ guys on campus, any bit of information was critical if they hoped to stand any chance against the competition.
Only Xenovia seed to notice how intensely Shirou was staring at the model, the forr Exorcist frowning as she ca to an unsettling conclusion "Shirou...was she soone important to you?"
"...Her na was Illyasviel von Einzbern..." Shirou revealed, his expression unreadable as he continued to stare at the statuette on his desk, as if afraid it would vanish the mont he took his eyes off it "...My older sister."
"Eh?! You have a sister, Emiya-san?!" Asia exclaid, a sentint shared by several mbers of the class, the girls breathing a sigh of relief, only to perk up in interest, as up until now they hadn’t heard anything about the redhead’s family. "But wait, you said her last na was Einzbern..."
"We’re not related by blood." Shirou corrected, causing the females in class to stiffen in alarm "My father originally married into the Einzberns but lost custody following the death of his wife. He adopted shortly after, I only learnt of her existence after he died."
"An unrelated Foreign Loli Onee-sama?!" Matsuda and Motohama exclaid in sync before Issei could stop them, the two idiots glaring at the redhead with tears of blood dripping from their eyes despite the onlooking parents "What are you, an Eroge-Protagonist?!"
"Would you two shut up?!" Issei yelled, the Red Dragon Emperor actually going so far as to physically assault his suicidal partners in perversion in front of their parents to keep them from further angering Shirou, only to blink as the teen in question seemingly failed to react to their words "Emiya...? Hey, you okay man?"
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