...yeah, what the hell, right?

Blame Mishie and ChaosGuy for planting this shit in my head. I think Ceebee was involved, as well. Bastards.

No title. Again. Just terrible.

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Two Chinese falchions of peerless make twirled with their owner, striking out at their adversary with skilled precision. The air whistled sharply as the finely crafted steel whipped forth, attempting to taste human flesh. They were identical in every way but one – the left was bone white, practically glowing in the moonlight shining down form above; the other pitch black, the complete opposite, almost seemingly absorbing any trace of light that touched the magnificent blade.

Yin and Yang.

Their wielder – a young man with red hair and lithe build – spun, the swords following his example. Emiya Shirou was his name, his blades Kanshou and Bakuya. They were his dance partners this night, as was the person standing before him.

Bakuya flashed like lightning, howling as it zeroed in on its target, Kanshou vanishing in the shadows, ready for a follow-up strike. Their opponent moved, ducking low before charging forward with intent. Fist cocked, the black-haired youth adjusted mid-stride, Kanshou appearing without warning. Fist uncurled, razor sharp steel met flat palm, the dangerous blade exploding into dust upon contact with a sharp, piercing crack – like the sound of a mirror imploding, glass shards splintering.

Undeterred and unsurprised, Bakuya swung back around for another blow, Shirou twisting to create more force. Less by skill and more by instinct, the same hand impeded its progress with the same results, the blade disintegrating into nothing.

Kamijou Touma – owner of Imagine Breaker, his right hand capable of destroying all types of supernatural ability – smirked, knowing it was his time to strike.

He surged forward, ready to deliver a devastating right hook when his instincts screamed at him to move, move now. The student threw himself sideways, grunting in surprise at the return of the destroyed weapons as they cleaved air. He rolled, steadying himself in a crouch as he observed his enemy, eyes narrowed at the twin falchions. They were perfect, undamaged, radiating power in the experienced grip of their owner.

If he hadn’t moved when he had, he’d be dead.

Shirou nodded, as if acknowledging this fact – before blurring with speed, reinforcement magecraft carrying him beyond the realms of an ordinary human. Touma moved, dodging what he could and defending with his right hand what he couldn’t. Sword upon sword met the same fate, destroyed one after the other – but they kept coming, faster and faster than the last, a literal hurricane of projected metal as Shirou moved with a strange grace.

Instinct guided the black-haired Esper and saved him countless times, body shifting accordingly to parry and move out of range. Sweat beaded his brow but he stood resolute against the onslaught, muscles straining as he attempted to keep up with his faster, stronger opponent who wielded unlimited swords.

Changing tactics, Shirou moved back and threw the blades in a wide arch. They spun wonderfully, curving like a set of boomerangs and entrapping the Esper on both sides. Unable to neutralize this attack, he dived forward into a roll, the blades skimming his back and avoided crashing into each other by inches. Fluidly rising from the dive, his eyes bulged as a powerful fist buried itself deep in his diaphragm, the wind torn from his lungs painfully.

Blindly reaching out, his fingers wrapped around Shirou’s wrist tightly – a pulse rippling through the magi’s body as his reinforcement was negated, as were the twirling blades that had been coming back in for a second pass. Touma kicked wildly, his leg glancing off the red-heads ribcage and throwing the man off balance. He rolled with the blow, tracing a new set of swords in the process and reapplying the reinforcement to his body, no longer in the Esper’s grasp.

Touma was hunched over, gasping for air, eyes watering as he attempted to fill his lungs with precious oxygen.

“Where is she?” Shirou spoke for the first time since the battle began. His face was stone cold, emotionless; eyes dead, soulless – almost. For anyone that bothered to look, they would see a gleam of rage, fiery and tightly restrained.

“W-What?” Touma wheezed, coughing raggedly.

“Where is she?” he repeated, knuckles tightening around the grips of his swords.

“Who are you talking about?” was the boy’s confused response. Shirou frowned.

“I see,” he said calmly. “You’ll die before you tell me, won’t you?”

“I don’t even know what you are talking about!” Standing up straight, he rubbed his chest. “Why the hell are you attacking me?”

Shirou dug through his pockets in response, holding Kanshou and Bakuya in one hand. Producing a cell phone, he flipped it open and tapped a few buttons before he was satisfied. Touma jumped when the phone was tossed his way casually, his hands fumbling to catch the device. On the screen was a picture of himself... but he wasn’t alone. In his arms was a young girl who was clearly distressed, eyes wide with panic and hair in disarray.

Startling red eyes and pale white hair.

“You were seen,” Shirou accused, anger lacing his previously cold voice. “Kidnapping her in the middle of the day, you were bound to be.”

Touma stared down at the phone in shock. It looked like it had been taken from a surveillance camera.

“I... I-What is this? I haven’t seen this girl in my life!”

“Still denying it? The proof is right in front of you.”

The raven-haired teenager grimaced, trying to remove the picture. Another one appeared on screen from his clumsy button-pushing, only this time the girl was slung over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes. She was clearly unconscious.

“Where is she?” the magi repeated from earlier. “Now.”

“I didn’t do this!” Touma shouted angrily. “Why the hell would I kidnap a little girl, anyway?”

Shirou studied him closely.

“She is a Homunculus,” he revealed after a short period of silence. “I have no doubt that some sick, twisted individual in this city of science would love to get their hands on someone like her. Study how she works, how she functions,” with every word, he became even more murderous. “She better not be harmed or I swear to god I will hunt down all those responsible and destroy them. That’s a promise.”

“Homunculus?” Touma questioned.

“Magic,” Shirou answered simply, growing impatient. Touma blinked, surprised.

“Should you be telling me this?”

Shirou shrugged. “It’s not like it matters. I’ve been watching you. You’re mixed up in the magical community already, from what I’ve witnessed. The church is getting sloppy – but then again, our world has always had a strange relationship with Academy City... but enough about this. Answer my question.”

“I honestly don’t know what you ar-”

“Wrong answer.”

That said, Shirou become a blur of colour as he attacked – or tried too.

At the last second, he was repelled by a bolt of lightning that cracked into existence with a fury. The magi’s jaw clenched as he was driven backwards by the force, twin swords crossed in front of his body to protect himself as thousands of volts of electricity attempted to fry him alive. But his swords were no ordinary blades. Straining with all his enhanced strength, he redirected the bolt into a nearby light post with a subtle shift of his shoulders.

The bulb exploded in a shower of sparks as it was overloaded, glass littering the ground as electricity crackled up and down the metal exterior of the post.

“Leave him alone,” a feminine voice growled.

Touma was no longer alone, a pretty school-girl now by his side. Short brown hair framed her scowling face, athletic body clad in one of the numerous uniforms found within Academy City – Tokiwadai Middle School, if his research wasn’t mistaken. Blue sparks of electricity surged up and down her tense frame, like a coiled spring ready to launch.

“This is none of your business,” he informed her, knowing she wouldn’t leave but still giving her the opportunity. He knew these two were close, having witnessed several encounters between them in the time he had been tracking his target. “Please leave.”

“Like hell it isn’t!” she snapped, the smell of burnt ozone reaching Shirou’s nose as the girl become more agitated. “If you don’t back off right now, then-”

He was moving before she finished, closing in before she could react. Face twisting in panic, she cried out in fear as one of the swords approached.

“No!”

Touma was there, suddenly, shielding her – but Shirou had been counting on it, had wanted it to happen; it had been the only reason he had attacked her in the first place. Touma reached out with his right hand, but the sword-wielding magi avoided the desperate lunge, his superior speed and foresight making it easy. The hilt of Kanshou cracked against his skull viciously, tossing the courageous boy to the ground in a heap, dazed but alive. An enraged screamed followed, a deafening crack shattering nearby windows as the school-girl – Misaka Mikoto, level five Esper – released a powerful attack using her entire body, emotion powering it to new heights.

The street was filled with a blinding flash as Shirou was vaporized.

Or so she had hoped.

Mikoto panted harshly, body trembling from her exertion.

“Impressive,” Shirou commented, the girl freezing up in disbelief. She spotted him a few feet away as the dust parted, sword in hand; it was different than his previous weapons, longer, European in design, its guard crafted from gold. It shone brilliantly under the full moon, mesmerising the Electromaster by its beauty. The ground around him was damaged, scorched and riddled with cracks, yet he was completely untouched.

Touma groaned, attempting to stand – head pounding like a drum. He flopped back down, a sudden urge to vomit. Shirou had hit him pretty hard.

Mikoto stared in horror at the red-haired young man.

“Please stand aside,” he asked softly.

Mikoto shook her head, gathering herself. “No.”

He sighed.

“He isn’t worthy of your protection,” he attempted to explain. “He kidnapped a young girl-”

“He would never do that!” the girl yelled, cutting him off. “He isn’t the type of person to do something like that.”

“There are pictures.”

“I don’t care. It could have been a shape shifter, for all you know!”

Shirou opened his mouth but no words came out. He stared at the girl, surprised. “Shape shifters?”

“There are more than a few of them in this city,” she told him with a glare. “It could be one of them.”

“But why would they use...” he trailed off, looking down at the struggling boy. He didn’t care why.

Had he attacked an innocent?

Self disgust welled up inside.

He hadn’t been himself, ever since Illya had been taken. But it was no excuse, if the boy truly was innocent.

Durandal – the Peerless Sword, holder of three miracles; one of which he had invoked – vanished from his grasp. Distant sirens sounded, slowly closing in. Mikoto’s forceful display had alerted the authorities that something was amiss. Anti-Skill was on their way to investigate.

Mikoto helped Touma to his feet, his arm wrapped around her shoulders as she wrapped one of hers around his waist. She eyed Shirou warily, watching as he remained motionless, staring through her, not at her. He was in his own world.

“Biribiri,” Touma whispered drunkenly. “W-What’s going on?”

The sound of his voice, no matter how low, snapped Shirou out of his funk.

He gazed at the pair with an air of distrust. “Are you certain he couldn’t have done it?”

Mikoto looked him in the eye. “Yes.”

Her conviction went a long way in convincing him.

Shirou sighed again, looking weary. He clenched his fists, breathing deeply before exhaling loudly, fighting an internal battle.

“Tell him I’m sorry.”

Then he was gone, making an impossible leap. She watched, awestruck as he jumped from ground level to the roof of a nearby store in a single bound. She thought his only ability had to do with those swords he created and was wielding, but apparently not. He vanished from sight with another fantastic leap, the two now alone.

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AN: Okay, so... random. Been watching the Index anime lately with a few others in DLP IRC and we got talking about a possible crossover. I couldn't stop thinking about it, so here is the result. I had to get it off my chest. Don't take it seriously.

Basically, this is nothing. Just a random snippet from my brain. Will this turn into a full story? I don't know. I have Fictional to focus on. Anyway, even if I did do a crossover like this, it might not even use the same idea I was pushing in this - that of Illya being kidnapped.

This is definitely an alternate universe Shirou. Illya dies in UBW and HF, and he's definitely not from Fate. He's a lot colder in this - though it's more because of Illya being taken than anything else. He's pretty pissed.

So, what do you think about the possibility of these two worlds? Use this thread to talk about possible ideas, whatever. Maybe this will inspire someone else to create this crossover.
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You missed that.

Wat?

Anyway, I agree with what you said about Mikoto. I knew straight away that I'd fucked her characterization up. I didn't care to fix it since I just needed to get this out of my system - but it's something I'd have to work out, definitely. As for Shirou, he has so many different versions - what is out of character for him?

That said, I don't think his characterization would be so jarring if this thing had a proper starting point and you saw why he is a bit different. I just said alternate universe because I couldn't be bothered working it out right now - that's something I'd do if I was writing it for real.

As for that big-breasted chick, you notice how she just flung magic at him and nothing else? Couldn't fight to save herself without it. Motoharu destroyed Touma during the Angel Fall arc without even breaking a sweat. Touma is a decent fighter but compared to some of the beings Shirou has had to defend against in melee settings... well...? I don't know what happens later on in the novels, though.

Basically, I just wanna generate some interest in the idea of a crossover. Get some people in here talking about ideas, etc, etc. I noticed in my other stories thread that a lot of discussion appeared about possible abilities, outcomes, etc. I want that.

Maybe I should change the title of the thread and then move it into fanfic discussion.

If I ever do write one, I'd need to read the light novels, first of all. I'd also have to play Fate/HA and read Fate/Zero for more information. This is the rough, rough, rough not-even-a-draft piece.

 

Hm. How about Mind of Steel!Shirou? That'd be an interesting experiance. I'd have no idea what type of Shirou I'd use, or even if this scene happens - this was just a venting piece.

What do you people think of Esper abilities? It's explained as their reality brought to life - at least in the anime. They sound very much like Reality Marbles, but only a cheapened version. I had this whole idea of the Mages Association trying to shut down Academy City in the early days but by the time they figured out what was going on, it was too late.

If there is one thing those buggers would feel threatened by, it'd be thousands of people with possible Reality Marbles talking around.

 

Yeah, that's pretty much all I'd need it for. The wiki says that Shirou and Luvia become partners - I'm assuming we find this out in HA? I dunno.

As for the reality thing, it was that episode where the little pink loli-teacher - Komoe? - explains it to Index and Aisa. I found this on the Toaru wikia:

Maybe only powerful Esper's?

 

So I did a bit of looking around and found this.

Personal Reality

 

I really should remove the story. Some people don't seem to get it isn't the focus of this thread. It was just a random idea that I wrote down in like 20 minutes. That's what I get for posting brain-farts, I guess.

But I'd really like a source for this. I don't believe I've seen this mentioned before.

That's more like it.

 

I don't remember anything about a meteor. Then again, I never really look at the status pages for the different characters. Probably in there, I guess.