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Shared Resonance of Possession Experience	By : ArashiLeonhart Category: +. to F > Fate/stay Night Views: 9792 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Omake 1
Sion in the rain

In Egypt, it was almost completely unknown. Though it rained more often than one might believe when looking at pictures, moisture was most common during the winter months when things were temperate. To experience rainfall during the summer was rare, and certainly not in large quantities.
The storm was not a typhoon, as it did not have the accompanying wind. However, the rainfall was so thick it appeared to the naked eye more like sheets rather than drops. The air hung thick with warmth, though in the area they had taken shelter, it was not entirely uncomfortable. The shade of the large tree they had set up camp beneath kept them both out of the spotty rays of daylight and only drips and drops of the rainfall made it deep under the eaves of the canopy.
“Knowing that your country has a season in which it is both warm and precipitous is different than experiencing it firsthand,” Sion said. “It is very different from the rainfall I am familiar with.”
“Thankfully it’ll lighten up here in a bit,” Shirou said. He peeked out from beneath the hang of branches just enough to peer up at the sky, though his hair almost immediately flattened to his head from the deluge. “Yeah, looks that way.”
Sion blinked. “You said you do not have an alchemist’s ability to calculate the probability—”
“Eh, you can smell it,” Shirou said, shrugging. “Maybe you’d call it some fancy term that has to do with detection of the pressure change or something, but for us that live here, we can just tell by sniffing around.”
“That seems…oh.” Though it still looked like a strong downpour to her eyes, the cacophonous sound of liquid striking branches and leaves lightened up. Sion blinked once more at the revelation, then looked suspiciously to her partner. “I do not suppose you know when it will subside completely?”
“Not a clue. It’s more of a thing that you might be able to pick up on right before it happens. Intuition, I guess. And it’s a lot easier to do right before it rains.” He stuck his head out and peered up at the sky, briefly wetting his face. “When everything is clear, but you smell the humidity go up real fast?”
“That I do understand to an extent.”
Shirou hummed. “Well, stick around for enough typhoons and you’ll understand the other side too.” He held out his hand, let the rain pelt at it for a moment. “In trade, maybe someday you can teach me all about empty deserts.”
“Indeed, if you believe them to be empty, you would be mistaken.” She pondered his words for a moment, taking a pose that appeared to him almost cliché in its over-the-top I-am-thinking way. “Are there other things that you believe one must experience firsthand to grasp ‘intuitively’ as you put it?”
For some reason, the way she phrased that and emphasized the intuition part, his mind wandered to not-so-scientific thoughts. Or overly-scientific thoughts, if basic biology counted. He thought he should probably quit while he was ahead, but sometimes his mouth just got ahead of the rest of him. “Well, there is one thing you should experience, if you want to ‘understand’ it better.”
Sion gave him a quizzical look.
Which made what he was about to do rather difficult. Shirou would have done this to Tohsaka in a heartbeat if he thought it would get the reaction he wanted out of her, but to this person it seemed almost mean-spirited instead. Still, he decided to stubbornly hold onto the idea—it was something to know, and he did have a death wish when it came to teasing women.
So he pushed her out into the shower.
“Wha—hey!” She did not resist though, simply peering back at him in confusion.
He shot himself in the foot, though, if it was to tease her. The alchemist had removed the blazer she regularly wore as the humidity and heat had risen, so he had managed to thrust a beautiful girl in a white shirt out into the rain. If he had thought that he would be able to smirk at her from the safe confines of their shelter, he was wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. His eyes kept glued to the area below the clasp at her neck and above the waistband of her skirt as the liquid poured over the alchemist and caused the shirt to go transparent and cling to every line of her body.
“What was that?”
Shirou scratched a nonexistent itch on his cheek. “Eh…every kid should play out in the rain at least once?” He had to pose it as a question since he could not exactly recall his original motivation.
Sion put a hand on her hip. Despite the significant disparity between her and the various other women Shirou knew, that one gesture always seemed to be shared by all females. “I do not believe I qualify as a ‘child’ any longer. However, It is true that I have not ‘played’ out in the rain.” The faint scowl gave way to what must have been her ‘scientifically curious’ expression. “So, what games are done in the rain?”
Shirou tore his gaze away from the young woman. Anywhere but the young woman. “Uh. Didn’t get that far.” And he considered, though his mind continually wandered back. “No streets to jump puddles…I guess.” They had flattened the grass in the immediate area surrounding them since setting up their campsite, though it was far from having a nonabsorbent earth beneath their feet. The ground was a bit squishy. “Can’t play Darumasan with only two people, same with Kagome Kagome…maybe Hanetsuki?”
“Hanetsuki?”
“Like volleyball or table tennis. Keep something in the air by hitting it with sticks.” They had plenty of errant branches and some logs they had gathered in case they felt like starting a campfire, though that was certainly out of the question at the moment. Shirou could not think of anything to stand in for a shuttlecock, but he figured they could improvise that.
“What is special about playing it in the rain?”
“Ehhh.” He scratched at the back of his neck. “It isn’t really the game that’s important. It’s being out there, a little uncomfortable, doing something an adult shouldn’t. Can’t do it looking dignified.” He found himself smiling at his last recollection of doing such a thing. Taiga Fujimura was certainly the last person one could peg as dignified.
Sion gave him a flat stare. “So, you would simply stay dry yourself and watch me being undignified?”
The grin he made was offset by a rather fast-to-form blush. “Weeeellll…”
The invisible force that yanked him out after her was nearly enough to cause whiplash. Shirou stumbled to his feet, then promptly off of his feet, rolling his way out into the open until he was sprawled out before Sion, now both drenched and with grass in his hair. He faintly saw the thread of the alchemist’s weapon draw back from his body and to her wrist. “There,” Sion said, “now we are…even.”
Sion’s eyes raked over his form much in the same way that he had done to her. Shirou felt his face become even warmer, though he agreed that “even” was where they stood now. “It only just occurred to me, but, our clothes are going to take forever to get dry now,” he said.
“You should consider such consequences before subjecting your companion to the elements.” The alchemist removed her hat, twisted it in hand to wring out the water—it was already completely soaked through. “Of course you will be the one to handle laundry duties.”
“Of course.” He grinned again. Just like home, really. “I wonder if I’m good enough to project a tub and a washboard now.”
When Shirou made no attempt to get up, Sion moved to offer a hand. He almost did not see it, squinting against the rain still pelting him. “Is it truly a mere absence of dignity? I am still confused as to what the point would be,” Sion said.
“Maybe someday I’ll figure out a good response.” Shirou allowed himself to be helped up. “I probably just did want to see you in wet clothes.”
Sion looked even more confused.
“Boys have three desires that are universal: the desire to see a pretty girl in their own clothing, the desire to see a pretty girl in nothing but an apron, and the desire to see a girl in a wet shirt.” He could not help but blush at that, once more unsure as to what exactly was coming out of his mouth. Nonsense like usual, he figured.
“Interesting,” Sion said, clinically. “Is this truly a universal trait among the males of our species? I wonder if it has differences depending upon culture and linguistic understanding, as I have not detected such parameters within the minds of other men in this country—”
Shirou ran a hand through his hair, then immediately stopped and mused it back up, lest he end up with it slicked back completely. “Please, no, don’t listen to me, I’m not being serious. It was meant as a joke. I mean, it might be true, but most guys have a ton of fantasies, not just things like that.”
“So, it is a fantasy of yours…for me to appear like this?”
His hands were already skimming along the curve of her waist where it flared out to meet her hips. “I…well…I’d admit that…it’s probably my favorite.”
“Oh?”
“I like admiring the…um, structure, of things.” Shirou left out how clingy wet clothing made the structure of a girl somehow irresistible. He was not sure he could manage to say it without dying of embarrassment. Not that he wasn’t already dying of embarrassment.
At least Sion looked embarrassed as well, though she was smiling in a coy fashion. “I see. What…specifically?”
Shirou forgot that women returned any grief given to them tenfold. Sion was apparently no different. “I…er…w-well, maybe…your legs?” He blew out a sigh of relief—something he did indeed admire but that wasn’t entirely damning.
“Interesting.” Sion put a hand to his chest and nodded. “It does seem your heart rate increases as you stare.”
“I have absolutely no response to that.”
“It does not call for one.” Sion blinked, glanced down to where she was kneeling over him and seemed confused for a moment. “I am only attempting to understand this fascination and vocalizing my thoughts so you may better expound your reasoning.”
Which he probably was without vocalizing. His eyes were indeed already back down toward her legs and the skin peeking out from beneath her skirt. He seemed more attentive in general though, watching her motions, hypnotized as he realized she was faintly rocking over him, a tiny action that mirrored some of their earlier activities. Something that, no matter how familiar it might become, was always arousing.
“So, then, if my legs are admirable, is the rest of me somehow lacking?”
It was at this point that Shirou decided he was not going to attempt words that would inevitably lead him to his demise or eternal regret. He instead let his hands wander up from her waist as if tracing over her outline with his touch.
“The structure of my lower torso is also worth admiring? It is a biological predilection for men to favor women that have wider hips.”
Shirou’s touch halted as he attempted to process what exactly she was saying.
“I will take your silence as a nonverbal agreement.” Sion leaned forward, her hands grasping his shoulders, pushing him back until he was flat to the ground. The alchemist hovered over him such that the rain kept from assailing his eyes, though little drops would come from the fringes of her hair. “Then I will admit to you that I find your structure pleasing as well. Especially your backside.”
He couldn’t help but laugh a little, blushing intensely enough that he thought steam might start rising from all the moisture about his head. “That’s…really off color for you.”
“Really? You have superb upper-body musculature and it shows very prominently in the shape of your torso from behind.”
“…Oh.” Now he felt doubly-stupid.
Sion did not seem to notice, or mind if she did, leaning down so their noses were almost touching. “There are other attributes you have that are pleasing, structurally.”
If blood flow were not regulated elsewhere, he was sure his face would have simply exploded from the rush. “Now you’re definitely going there.”
“Yes, and you are going to come along,” she said, quieter. He felt a hand fiddling with the clasp of his pants. “Linguistic wordplay intended.”
“You can be quite the vamp when you want to be, you know that?”

Shirou had to admire her backside as well, even covered still in her wet clothing. She managed to keep her shoulders steady, but her hips undulated over him hypnotically, the edges of her skirt momentarily hinting at the flesh beneath before she would slide back down over him and wetness once more engulfed every part of his body.
That image and sensation held his attention for a rather long time, his other senses too overwhelmed by the rain still sprinkling over them, the ticklish sensation of grass beneath him, the sound of droplets striking leaves and branches, the tiny whimpers from the girl that moved over him.
His hands helplessly slid up and down her back, absently groping for the ponytail she occasionally swung over her shoulder, finally catching and pulling. The girl leaned back into him at that, crying out in surprise, until her shoulders were pressed to his and her head arched back. He mindlessly reached around to hold her body, hands roaming over her almost violently, gripping and squeezing her body to his as she tried to shove herself deeper back to him in return.
Sion’s breath overcame the sound of the fading rain and she moaned something unintelligible as his fingers slid up beneath her skirt to where they were joined. Bracing with one arm, he touched her with the same absentness, though the rising tempo to her breath guided the little swirls of his fingers until she was shaking over him uncontrollably.
“I’m…” Shirou said, his own breath too taken to say anything more, unable to hold himself in with the sensation tightening around him.
“Then…I will drink it…” Sion pulled herself back up, somehow, moving fervently over him until his arm gave way and he fell back, his hips rising in return. She slid off and around, plunging her lips over him, until he had filled her mouth with warmth.

The rain had finally stopped, though the sky remained overcast. They had stripped out of their wet and dirty clothing, hanging it on the lean-to that they had made beneath the large tree that had initially sheltered them.
“We’re gonna have to find a place to be able to build a fire at some point so this can all dry out,” Shirou said. “Although now all the wood around is wet.”
“We will adapt,” Sion said. Even so, she was hugging her own body in embarrassment as they swapped clothing, as if her companion had not already seen her laid out bare. “There are alchemical formulae that can compensate.”
Before she was fully aware of what he was doing, Shirou took a fresh shirt from their packs and pulled it over the girl’s head, guiding her arms through the sleeves when she made a surprised squawk and flailed about for a moment. When she was fully righted, he smiled at the strange look she gave him. “Sorry. I mean, about before. I’ll try and wash everything when we get a chance, really.”
She sighed, though she nodded. “It…requires no apology.” It was not exactly an apology she thought was entirely sincere, however, since the shirt he had pulled over her was one of his—harking back to an earlier statement. The height of the shirt reached near the length of the skirt she normally wore. She put a hand to his chest, idly considering how her fingertips barely peeked out from the sleeve end. “It was…a nice experience.”
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