Daisy Day's Story

Shirou, for once, was awake early. He was always the type of lazy person to sleep in, probably until midday, explaining why he was always quite late to class. He was still a little tired though, seeing how he never woke up as early as to be up when class would start. Shirou was never a morning type of person. He was always much more active in the nighttime or evening, but the morning he just simply hated more than anything perhaps.

Slowly, he got off the cough he laid on, removing the book he was thinking of reading from his face, and setting it on the table. He looked around, making sure Daisy wasn't around, and seemed to have let out a little sigh to himself, his eyes looking tired, and his face expressionless, 'I'm still tired from that dream last night... What a pain....' He seemed to have stumbled while heading towards the kitchen, rubbing his forehead, feeling it being hot, almost like a fever.

The nightmare he had the night before was about him and his partner. They were taking on a mission, or something of that sort, but then he found some kind of shadow that pierced right through his partner, and saw her life flash before his eyes. Luckily, it just ended there, so he didn't have to fear what would happen in the end. Shirou wouldn't want to know either.

Although he was sometimes a bit heartless and a bit too flirty as a joker, he did have people he cared for and wanted to protect like his partner, but didn't want to show too much affection in fear that someone would actually begin to understand his ways of life. And overall, Shirou didn't want that.

He shook his head, trying to ignore the nightmare he had, and went into the bathroom, turning on the water in the sink, 'I can't be seen like this... people would think of me differently...' He thought to himself as he splashed his face with water. When he looked back into the mirror, his eyes still had the tired black bags underneath them, and in some way, he looked a bit like criminal, and it made him laugh at himself.

"Mmm... I think I'll try and see if I can peek on her changing today." Shirou chuckled childishly to himself as he walked out of the bathroom after drying his face, and headed out again. He stopped at Daisy's door, and knocked on it before asking in a loud enough tone for her to hear, "Daisy~ Time to wake up my little flower~"

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Kyrie, as usual, was up a few hours earlier than the students, and probably most professors and meisters, and weapons. She probably woke up at around 3 AM or so. She didn't need much sleep, and she was used to not sleeping at all, usually keeping an eye on sleeping students at the academy, or just walking around in the laughing heat from the sun. Some may have found it boring, but she enjoyed it, every part of it, the wind, the hot day, even their strange looking sun above their heads. Kyrie learned to appreciate just about everything there was to appreciate.

At the moment, she was on the very top of the academy, balancing herself on the tip of one of the towers, and put a hand just above her brow to block the sunlight, "It's far hotter today than I thought..." She said to herself, "At least, in my opinion. How do those children go walking about with such a dying temperature?" Kyrie sighed, not exactly taking a liking to such a high intensity heat, but tried to shove those thoughts away so she wouldn't feel it.

Today, she didn't have lessons like most days, but still enjoyed watching the children go about their daily business. Usually, she'd stay inside a class and watch how each student took notes, and if they didn't behave, well.... That's up for your imagination. Kyrie wasn't a very mean person, she was quite sweet, but she wanted students of the academy to try and pay more attention to their classes, "This place inherits a dangerous world... I just wouldn't be able to stand it to see them get hurt..."

Sitting at a large desk with a small lamp shining directly on several strangely different carving tools was Daisy, a girl of medium stature and average appearance, things in which she had no care for. Or, it wasn't that she had no care for her appearance (in fact she often worried about how her hair sat on her shoulders) but Daisy was always busy in one way or another, so she had no time to fuss over how tall or short she was or whether she had a large scar on her nose (she had gained that from an early invention of hers, in which a rather sharp and long piece of wire flung up from it's frame and smacked her across the nose, the scar has been there since).
She had been up incredibly early this morning, wanting to work on something she had been busy with for weeks and for this particular thing, mornings were the only time she had to work on it.

Shirou generally was a late sleeper, many mornings consisted of Daisy making last minute alarms to test which one woke him up the best, it was the only way she could have fun while trying to pry him from his dreams. From this information and the fact that they had to go to school (despite Daisy's reluctance to sit and listen to lectures), she had figured out that the mornings were really the only time to make this thing without Shirou's knowing.
It was a wooden chess board, made out of birch and mahogany wood with marble linings. Her room had stacks of different wood, a rather large pile of birch and mahogany in the corner and her excuse for the excessive amounts of wood was that her father was a wood carver, so she liked carving it too and had to have lots of wood in her room to keep her carving habits happy. Which was true, to a point; her father was a wood carver and taught her many things about how to put things together in an efficient way, but Daisy hated the smell of wood dust and polish so she really tried to steer clear of carving wood as much as she could.
The chess board was an exception, she decided, because she thought that wood looked better than stone or metals and despite how much she wanted to create it out of stone, she knew how to carve wood and was relatively good at it.
It was supposed to be a present for him. She wasn't too sure when his birthday was and needed to ask, but even if it wasn't soon she wanted to give it to him as a thank you present. He deserved it after being so kind to her and having patience with her after all this time.

In the middle of using a small and delicate tool to create a bishop out of birch, a knock sounded at her door. Daisy jolted in surprise and ended up cutting her finger, causing her to let out a small shout in shock. "Goddamn it Shirou..." she muttered and quickly scurried to shove the chess board, wood and few chess pieces into her drawer where she kept them safely. She was already dressed and ready, but hadn't brushed her hair so it was a mess.

Daisy smiled when he called her, completely ignoring his attempts at flirting (she had gotten immune to it quickly) and took one last look around the room to see if she had missed anything. Clear.
"I'm awake!" she called back, grabbing her hair brush and giving her hair a quick smooth down. It had come as a shock to her, she really hadn't expected him to wake up early (like, ever) but she guessed there had to be some sort of reason.

Opening the door she looked at him smugly "You're up early today, how come? Not trying to scare me, are you? Well you did, I really wasn't ever expecting you to wake early." she chuckled.

Shirou laughed a bit and answered back, "Oh trust me, I wasn't planning to wake up early today. And I'm sorry for scaring you dear! I just had a terrible dream about me peeking on some beautiful looking girl, and finding out it was a cross dresser. It was quite horrifying!" He said over dramatically, not telling her the truth since he didn't want to think about it, but as he lied, he remembered how much it scared him, and almost paralyzed him for a while out of fear. Just to satisfy that feeling, he darted his eyes from hers, seeming to be saying underneath his breath, "Listen... Don't... don't go out going anything reckless... alright?"

It was so quiet, he was thinking she may have not heard, but hoping that she did, he resumed his normal personality before putting on a silly grin, looking at her again, and sighing, "Awww~ You've already changed? How disappointing! I was expecting to see something today as a reward for waking up earlier than usual!"

While saying such, he seemed to have glanced into Daisy's room and wondered to himself. He knew Daisy was always the hard working type of person, always inventing knew things and sometimes hurting herself from doing such. Honestly, it worried him for her health and well being, but didn't want to show that concern of his because of his childish fear.

"Your room is really clean today..." He said out loud by accident again, noticing that it was a bit cleaner than usual. He never really went into her room very often, or even saw it very often, but when he did, Shirou usually saw that is was quite messy with new inventions or tools, or carvings from wood, or anything else she'd work with to create new objects, but on that morning, it seemed to be a little more cleaner than usual.

Strange... since when did he ever begin to pay to such small details like his partner's room? It was just her room, and everyone's room was messy and clean from time to time, especially his, but never being clean. His room consisted of thrown clothing, and sheets off the bed, since he kicks them off quite often, and was never very neat or clean. Still, he sometimes forgot what his room looked like, yet he could find every single item with his eyes closed in his partners.

'You're so weird Shirou...' He thought to himself, 'She'd think you were a creep... Nah... you really are. Ah, just stop thinking about it, you're freaking yourself out now.' He put his arms behind his back for a mere moment and pinched himself to forget about everything he was thinking about, and once he did, getting it off his mind, he put his hands back in front of him again as he usually did.

With a small seductive smile on his face, he took one of Daisy's hands in his and raised it up, saying, "Now, I would be quite frustrated with myself if my little flower missed her breakfast today, so-" But a little while into the sentence, Shirou hit dead stop as he seemed to grow slightly pale. He took a closer look at one of her fingers which seemed to be red with blood as he looked back at her, his eyes meeting hers as he asked, "What... happened?"

Shirou, most times, when he saw blood, would just shrug it off, maybe laugh, but he felt a little tug in his chest when he saw his partner's blood. It scared him, reminding him of his dream he didn't want to think of again, but couldn't help it as he scrambled for a tissue, his own hands slightly shaking and then slowly wiping away the blood.

Daisy was in thought about what he had said. Listen... Don't... don't go out going anything reckless... alright? she was wondering what exactly he meant. In fact, he seemed rather troubled this morning, she guessed perhaps it was because he may have had a bad nights sleep, he did look rather tired. But there was something more.

She woke out of her thoughts when he lifted her hands, she panicked a bit when she remembered the cut on her finger...it was rather deep and she was sure that it was bleeding quite a bit. How would she explain that? He would joke around, she was sure, trying to prod the information out of her...and because she was bad at lying and secretly she really wanted him to know what she was making for him, Daisy would probably give out the information with enough prodding. But instead he went pale.
Much to her shock he looked into her eyes, worried and looking rather ill. "Shirou it was-" she tried to explain, not realizing that he really worried that much about blood, but perhaps he was worried about her? Daisy knew he cared, but it wasn't like him to stress over her this much and she honestly didn't think he got sick around blood either.

"Shirou don't-" he was cleaning her cut with a tissue, his hands were shaking and she got rather worried. He wasn't listening either, seemingly engulfed in his thoughts. "Shirou!" Daisy started, sternly . She looked at him worriedly for a second, and then took her hand away from his and smiled lightly, making sure he knew that she was fine.
"It's okay, I just cut myself on uh...scissors," lying, Daisy paused and looked at it. A new ball of blood began to seep from the clean cut, she would have to put a bandage on it. She looked back at him and was about to ask what was wrong, but then decided not to.
"Anyway, seeing as though you seem exhausted this morning I'll make breakfast for the both of us."

Grinning, she began to drag him to the kitchen "I didn't realize how much you really need your beauty sleep, so that's why you wake up late every morning!" she laughed and stopped at the drawer in the kitchen where she found a strap of bandages. She plucked one from the strap and unwrapped it, beginning to place it on the cut where the blood was threatening to drip. Holding her hand up so he could see she gave a proud smile, "All better!".

Daisy knew that if Shirou needed to talk he would. Most times he sorted things out in his head, in these moments he only needed some time alone, but she knew that if he really needed to talk she would be there for him.

Shirou Lamber

Shirou was so focused on getting all the blood away that he didn't hear Daisy calling his own name. He didn't look up the whole time until he finally heard a faint yell of his name in the back of his head and noticed that his partner had taken her hand from his. He slowly drew his gaze back up at her again and saw something behind her words easily.

He lied almost all his life, and he still was, and that made him almost a professional at telling the difference between the two. At least, he knew the difference when it came to other people when they lied. Shirou could barely tell for himself if he was telling the actual truth, or just lying as he always did. It frustrated him quite often, but he couldn't change. All he could do was try and find the best uses for his sin.

One of the positive uses was to tell if anyone else was lying. He easily knew that what Daisy said wasn't the truth, and although his facial expression didn't change very much, he felt very anxious inside as he just decided to go with what she said and nodded slowly, "Right... Just... Ah... Scissors...."

He then heard her say that she was going to make breakfast and opened his mouth to reject, about to say he'd come up with something himself, but he knew that wouldn't do. Shirou didn't know how to cook is one, and if he tried it'd all probably turn out to look like some sort of hideous thing that flopped onto a plate. The thought of what he would create from cooking made him shiver at the thoughts and images of it. He couldn't possibly make something like that for her.

A moment later, after spacing out while thinking about various things, Shirou heard her cheerful voice again and looked up to see a bandage placed around her finger that was bleeding. A wave of relief passed over him as he saw that there was no more blood, meaning that the problem was solved. Quietly, Shirou let out a laugh, and then it became louder, and louder, until it was at the volume of any other person's laugh.

He hastily wiped away a tear with one hand while the other held his stomach as he thought to himself, 'How silly of me! My dear little flower isn't that easy to wilt! Ah... You worry a little too much Shirou.'

Shirou casually took his hood in his hand and slid it off his head, showing he was slightly more relaxed as he ruffled Daisy's hair and said, "I guess I freak about there hmm? Oh, you know how these pathetic mornings get to me! Always making me act so strange and weird all the time! Not to mention how early I woke up today! It was quite tragic!" He said, using an over exaggerated voice and tone.

He then put a hand up to his cheek as he wońdered out loud, "What? Do I honestly look that tired? Strange... I thought I washed all of that away this morning... Mm... Oh well! It's all worth it in the end to see your face early in the morning my dear~" Shirou chuckled, gaining back his regular personality as the anxiety and fear was wiped away in an instant.

"You always act strange and weird," she poked her tongue out jokingly.
Daisy laughed, having Shirou as a meister and friend certainly made her life a whole lot more interesting. "And I'm sure you use that line on the ladies quite a lot." she teased as she reached on the tip of her toes to find the pancake mix on the top shelf, it was at the back and she was having a bit of trouble. Of course, she could invent something for this! A top-shelf-puller that grabs the items you need when you cant reach, perhaps right now she could find some wire and duct tape and then bend it into--
Ah! Her fingers found the surface of the pancake mix and she pulled it down. Well, she nodded to herself, I'll write that one down.

She began to make the mix and cook, not too long after the pancakes were finished and she flipped them onto two separate plates for both herself and Shirou. Daisy poured each of them a glass of juice and sat down, proud with her morning creation. Often she saw cooking the same as inventing, it was very hard for her to not get too creative when she had to cook, especially when she was serving other people as well.

She began to eat when she remembered the question she had been meaning to ask him for a while.
"Hey Shirou, when is your birthday?" she asked rather casually, trying not to hint that she was up to something that he wasn't supposed to know.

The reason she began to make the gift in the first place was as a thank you gift, but soon after she began to wake early and make it she realized that it might be a bit corny and, knowing Shirou the flirt, he might take it the wrong way. She wanted him to have something that she had made that wasn't ridiculous (as most of her inventions were), destructive (again, as most of her inventions were) or a failure (and again).

On the table there was a bundle of string and wires she had been meaning to untangle for quite a while, even while eating she felt the need to fiddle with something so she grabbed them and began to untie the various strings, threads, wires and ribbons from each other. She didn't even remember what caused it all.

"Awww... Do I really? Oh how you break my heart in this way!" Shirou said with a sigh, but still had a smile on his face since he knew it was just a joke. It really was true though, he was, indeed, very strange and very weird, and in more ways than one. He always flirted, and usually got slapped in return, he'd joke around, slip sometimes, and everything else that you'd think would happen to an idiot like him. He didn't mind that though, some people liked him for who he was, and some people even accepted him for who he was. Shirou was actually quite surprised that Daisy could put up with his attitude that annoyed quite a lot of people, and he was glad that she was his partner because someone else probably would have left him already.

He then grabbed his own plate of breakfast, but before sitting down, Shirou approached Daisy, and gave her a small kiss on her nose where the scar was, giving off his small yet daily flirtatious gesture. Obviously, he was showing of his flirty he could get, but mostly, it was out of gratitude and thankfulness, just that she was taking care of himself when he knew that he probably wouldn't be able to. He just hoped that his partner didn't realize it though, "Why thank you dear house wife~" He said, since she really was like on in some way to him.

While taking a fork and sitting down, he heard her ask for his birthday as he looked up from his food and tilted his head a bit, answering, "Y-Yeah... it's in October... October 31st actually. Why do you ask? Oh... are you planning to throw me a surprise party hmm?" He giggled, but really didn't think that. It sounded as if he was joking around or something, but frankly, he was quite curious. Not many people wanted to know much about him, and his birthday was the least thing he was concerned about since he thought of it was a passing day and nothing more. He didn't really have any family to celebrate it back then, so he kind of almost forgot.

'Was it really in october...? Or even October 31st?' He began to wonder to himself, 'Had to be... What other day would be it? Shirou, your memory is so terrible, idiot!' But a few seconds later of thinking harder, he knew that the date he told Daisy, was the actual date of his birthday, "Yeah, October 31st. But since you asked me, how about I ask for yours now hmm~? It's only fair since you asked me and I gave you the date!" Shirou chuckled.

When he kissed her on the nose Daisy couldn't help but to blush. She was certainly used to his flirting, most of the time she hardly even noticed that he was doing it, but physical affection still made her nervous at times. When they had first met Daisy often got nervous around him, he was the kind of person that she wasn't used to at all. She watched how he flirted around girls and how they acted when he did, often they thrived off of it, blushing and flirting back, or they got angry and embarrassed causing violence, Daisy couldn't really understand either of those set of emotions. She merely got nervous and laughed and eventually got used to it, taking most of what he said as a compliment if not a joke. Physical affection to her meant something more, and around Shirou she would have to get used to it quickly, though she never really did.
There was once that a girl he used to flirt with came up to her, she was the type to get angry and embarrassed, and she asked Daisy how she could stand it. 'Honestly,' she replied 'I find it kind of sweet'. Which was true, but the girl only sighed and walked off, obviously thinking that Daisy was quite the freak.

Just after he told her the date of his birthday it was like a light lit up inside of her brain, Great! she thought, Perfect. She only gave him a big smile when he asked why and kept eating her breakfast. I should have it well and truly done by then, it'll be a great birthday present. She could tell that he wasn't sure at first, prompting her to think that he was lying but then why would he? After all she didn't exactly remember when her birthday was either.
"Uh...hm...December 15th, my younger brothers is a day after mine so I always get mixed up," she laughed, often remembering celebrating theirs together when they were younger.

Daisy glanced at the clock and was surprised, "Time went fast! We should probably get going soon."

Shirou Lamber

Shirou laughed at Daisy's reaction before saying in between his inhales for air, "G-Guess you can deal with my flirting, but when it comes to a silly kiss you get flustered!" He always did something strange in the morning, whether it be to himself, or whether it be with someone else, especially Daisy since the two lived under the same roof as partners.

He hated mornings. He really did hate mornings. Mornings were the worst part of the day for Shirou since he was more of a night person. But he didn't hate them very much since Daisy always seemed to make up for that, even though she herself may have not noticed it. Still, he was grateful she was his partner. If it was someone else, Shirou probably would have been slapped, and probably would have died, either by a female's slaps at a pervert, or during a battle from the lack of compatibility.

"December 15th hmm?" Shirou asked as he finished his food and put it into the sink, "I don't recall us ever celebrating that date." He referred to her birthday, "It'll come up in a few months, so we'll just have to wait until then~" He said before heading towards the door and opening it up, waiting for her go out first.

"And you're right, let's not be late for class now shall we?" Shirou asked with a grin, although he was always late for class because he was sleeping in, or because he was just too lazy to get out of bed.

Kyrie Farron

"Ah, the bell's going to ring soon..." She said to herself before leaping off the top of the building she was on, and onto the balcony of the academy before walking inside, trying to find her class as she had such terrible memory from her amnesia.

Once she found the room, she opened the door, "Gooood morning class-" She stopped, noticing that she was in the wrong class and had interrupted another professor in their own teaching before apologizing, backing out of the room, and closing the door with a sigh before saying quietly to herself, "W-wrong class..."

Tiredly, she continued to search the halls, scanning each room number for the right class she always watched everyday, although she didn't remember very much, only the student's faces and the professor's face, nothing more.

"W-wait? Wait for what? I hope you're not planning on getting me anything," she smiled guiltily because she was the one getting him something instead, but, she had worked out, it wasn't technically getting him something as she was making it.

Daisy ran quickly to grab her bag, a satchel, and slung it over her shoulder in one fellow swoop, meeting him at the door and going through it. She waited for him to lock up and then continued walking beside him. The time never really mattered in the mornings (they were always late anyway, partly because of Shirou's hatred of mornings but also because of Daisy's reluctance to go to lectures), it was lucky that neither of them cared too much...she got pretty good scores anyway and she was sure Shirou did good in tests as well.
Her favorite thing in school was the missions, which unfortunately for her they hadn't had one in quite a while, but she enjoyed working with Shirou to find different fighting techniques. Going on missions was the only real thing Daisy was serious about, though Daisy was a pretty carefree person so she hardly got serious.

"When do you think we'll get our next mission?" she asked Shirou. The question also triggered some rumors she had heard recently about witches, she thought that perhaps that was the reason they hadn't been sent on many.

Shirou Lamber

"Mmm... You'll have to also wait to figure that out!" He said, having fun teasing his partner that morning. He didn't really plan what he would do when it would come to her birthday, probably something stupid just to hide that he was really congratulating her, but that was fine because it'd be worse if he actually took it seriously. Yeah, a lot worse.

He then waited for her to pass before closing the door and locking their little apartment up. He began to walk, noticing Daisy was right on his side. He pulled out his phone, and checked the time, "We're going to be slightly late... again." He sighed, expecting them to have arrived earlier since they seemed to wake up earlier than before, "Oh well! It's an accomplishment to arrive earlier than usual~" Shirou seemed to have exclaimed optimistically.

"When do you think we'll get our next mission?"

"Hmm?" Shirou looked down at his partner and then said out loud, "Ah... actually... I'm becoming quite curious myself... Mmm... hopefully soon though! I'm not favoring these tests and written assignments we're getting..." He pouted like a child as he put his arms behind his head while continuing to walk.

He knew that missions were very dangerous, or even deadly, but he found them much more entertaining then taking tests or learning about soul wavelengths, or anything else that seemed to bore him. Shirou wasn't the type of person to sit through boring activities, or talk to boring people, or especially waste time, "I'd rather place myself in a deadly position than continue doing all these everyday classes 24/7, that's already certain in my opinion, but I really am hoping some time soon. Why, are you that excited to be used again~?" Shirou asked with a smirk, sounding a bit perverted as he usually did though he didn't mean to.

"Oh, sure, it's super fun!" Daisy replied, innocently. She knew what he meant, but pretended not to because if she did she would get rather embarrassed from the comment. Only she hoped that he would not take it the wrong way.
In retaliation, just to see if he ever got embarrassed from other people flirting with him, she looked up to him and added "I like it when you use me" winking at him.
The comment instead made her embarrassed from saying such a thing and she couldn't help but giggle nervously, not believing that she would ever act like Shirou. Daisy was probably too innocent for her own good, she knew that.

After she stopped trying to stifle her laughs (it took some time for her to compose herself again) she remembered what he said about being placed in a deadly situation while on missions. Daisy suddenly turned rather serious, wondering if they would ever have to fight something or someone that could cause either of them to be dangerously hurt, or even worse, killed.
It made her shudder, she couldn't think about her dear partner being hurt. It was somewhat of an unspoken rule that weapons must protect their meisters at all cost, she saw it as her duty to help and protect Shirou, though she knew he didn't agree on that very much.
But Daisy was frightened at the thought of death, it scared her tremendously. Many of her nightmares contained images of last moments either from her or the people she cared about, probably because it wasn't something that she could possibly control and every moment rested on whether you did something right or not. She tried not to let it show, annoyed at the thought of being a coward, but sometimes in battles it slipped through and she started having thoughts of dying.

Shirou Lamber

"Oh, sure, it's super fun!"

After realizing what he said, and then hearing what she said, he took a bit of a giggle out of it, being the pervert he was, but tried his best to stop laughing as he took a deep breath to calm himself. He was a bit surprised she took it so innocently. That, or she just ignored it, but he didn't mind because he sort of liked how innocent she was, seeing how he was a bit of the exact opposite. Not as in his pervy personality, but from how dark he would be at times.

'You liar...'

Shirou seemed to have sighed to himself tiredly, thinking of the past again but shook his head immediately and told himself that it wasn't important and just did his best to ignore it. His dark personality always showed, especially in the mornings as seen when he woke up from his nightmare, but he didn't want to think of it, or let anyone else discover it, so he hid everything with a mere smile on his face as he always showed.

"Well, hopefully we do get a new mission. I've been dying to take on a new one ever since last time! It's been way too long, don't you agree- Hey, are you alright?" He noticed his partner was slightly tense, and wondered if it was anything he said, and he think he knew exactly what made her so uncomfortable.

He sighed and patted her on the shoulder before saying, "I was just joking, I was just joking. Sorry to scare you, dear! But honestly, do you think someone as great as me would get hurt that easily? If that was so, then all the girls would probably be crying their hearts out! I just simply can't let that happen!" He said dramatically.

It wasn't exactly what he meant to say, seeing how he had trouble comforting other people. What he really meant to say was an apology and probably try to say that he wouldn't die because he had the will not to, but he wasn't the type of person unfortunately, as much as he wanted to be, so he could only say what he was able to say, as an idiot pervert.

Snapping out of it, Daisy smiled and looked at him, "Ah yes, and your poor old partner would have to comfort all of those broken hearts," as she did most of the time when a girl had interest for Shirou.

It was funny though, she was sure that in the unlikely event that Shirou ever got hurt (unlikely because she would refuse to let him) she probably wouldn't have anyone else to go to. Daisy was, most of the time, alone when she wasn't around him. It wasn't that people didn't like her or weren't friends with her but she would often be hard to approach, as she was always reading a book or creating something new. Sometimes her and Shirou were very different and it made her wonder why they ended up as partners out of all people.

"Don't ever be too reckless, okay? It's my job, not just as a weapon but as a friend to help you out," she grinned. Somehow he always managed to make her feel better, even if he did joke around, but she was certain that whatever happened they had each others backs. After this mornings incident she had begun to realize how much Shirou really cared and so she felt as though she really didn't have to worry at all. They would be fine.

Daisy looked ahead, seeing DWMA and a small crowd of students entering the strange building. The last of the students going to classes, she presumed, and laughed "For once we can see students going in! We always seem to be last," not that she minded by any means.

The Academy, in her eyes, was glorious. It had all of the technical aspects of someone with a great architectural mind, an aspect she constantly drove to achieve, reminding her of goals she had set for herself when she first entered the school. It made her feel motivated, even to listen to lectures. I wonder what's on today, Daisy thought to herself, Perhaps we will finally get a mission!

Shirou Lamber

"Ah yes, and I'm sure you wouldn't like to babysit all my lovelies, now would you dear~?" Shirou chuckled a bit, trying to imagine Daisy calming all the girls down, if any of them would cry or freak out. Even thinking about that made him laugh slightly, "Though you wouldn't be jealous if any of them came to visit me in the hospital now would you hmm? Or would you be one of the ones crying also?" He tried to hold in another laugh, seeing how he was biting his lip to try and make himself stop his idiotic smiling.

"Don't ever be too reckless, okay? It's my job, not just as a weapon but as a friend to help you out."

"Yes Ma'am." Shirou said while stretching his arms and patting her softly over her green hair, "Awww... is my little flower going to be lonely if I were to be hurt and leave you? How sweet!" He giggled like a child would. Honestly, he knew he was an idiot, and he didn't even understand how some girls tended to fall for him. What was so good about him anyways? He was an idiot flirt who just didn't take things serious, "People are so strange..." He sighed with a smile.

A few moments later, Shirou found himself and his partner outside the academy as he actually did see students go inside, "So this is what it looks like in the early morning... Never knew it was so... well... crowded..." He said with a surprised tone.

"For once we can see students going in! We always seem to be last."

Shirou gave her a slightly pouting face as he said, "Alright, alright, I'm sorry for waking up so late, really, I am! Ah... but it's such a pain to wake up so early... Well, since we're here, might as well start the day fresh right? Let's go now shall we? Might as well try being on time for one day." He said while beginning to walk into the academy, kind of shifting his eyes through each student as if he was anxious.

Though he kind of was.

Shirou was never used to so many people in one area, and he was only used to the amount in a classroom, consisting of usually around 20-30 students which he knew. Now there were older and younger students around him, and even teachers. It was a bit obvious he wasn't feeling very comfortable since he pulled his hood slightly lower over his face as he continued to walk, his head down and his eyes focused on the ground, 'I was never good with strangers anyways... unless they were female... But still...'