unknownrival | [Video post - memory lane virus.]

Two people are in the student council room of Issei's school. One of them, a redheaded teenager with brown eyes who some might recognize as Emiya Shirou, is standing up, looking determined. The other one, a seventeen-year-old Issei, is still sitting down, looking annoyed.

Shirou takes a deep breath. "Issei. Don't ask questions and just take your top off."

Issei turns bright red and nearly falls off of his chair with his flailing, before getting to his feet. "W-whaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?!"

"I told you to take your uniform off. Take your shirt off as well," Shirou says calmly. "It’s not any good unless you’re naked.”

Issei is still blushing and spluttering. "-W-w-w-w-w-what are you asking for?! Are you insane?! Is it a new way to question me?! No, do I have to do this now?!"

"Yup, this is urgent. Just take off your top. It'll be too late once school ends!" Shirou knocks Issei over, urgently trying to pull off his clothes.

Issei struggles with him, to no avail. "Whoa-! Stop it, you fool! Are you really from a family of warriors?!"

This continues for a little while, with Shirou overpowering Issei. Once Shirou has him down to his pants, and is clearly going for that next, the video cuts out.

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. . .

Nothing happened.

Are you sure?

He was my first love. If anything had happened, I would have noticed it immediately. No, he was just checking for magical seals on my body and being an idiot about it.

He couldn't have said "hey, I'm checking for magical seals, take off your shirt?"

It was supposed to be a secret. He didn't explain himself for months afterward.

At least he explained himself.

Because I nagged him. There is one good thing that came out of all of this.

Edited 2010-03-08 00:19 (UTC)

The fact that you finally know what he was doing?

No. I now have something to compare the pain that comes of unrequited love against. So far, Kid hasn't nearly rubbed it in as much as he would by stripping me and expecting me not to touch him.

. . .

Lucky Kid?

I think 'sensible' is the better adjective here.

There's a word you don't hear used with him very often.

He's an expert at social graces. Or at least, he's not a complete idiot about it, like some people I know.

Like your friend there?

I love him, and everything, but yes. I really know how to pick them, don't I?

Oi oi, don't knock your selection of friends, you have a bunch of good ones.

This is certainly true. I have you, after all.

Exactly.

Forgive me, I did not mean to insult you in any way.

You didn't. I'm just reminding you.

I won't forget, I promise.

Good.

Have a little faith in me.

I do.

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