Fate/Stay Night RP

"No worries Miho-sama, my husband left for work already. So, you didn't disturb anyone. It's just me and my adorable little girl here," Fumio said as she glomped her already flustered daughter and petted her head as if she was a kitten.

Fujiko lowered her head even more in embarrassment, "Kaa-san...."

"What? You don't think you're adorable? But you're so cute when you get all embarrassed like this~" Fumio said causing her daughter to blush even harder, "Ne, Miho-sama, you agree, don't you?"

She didn't. This was too much, why couldn't the earth just swallow her up? Fujiko really wished her mother was not the type to tease...

Miho stared in astonishment at the petting. Fujiko's mother was so affectionate and teasing.. and it seemed to be making Fujiko.. embarrassed? She couldn't see if she was blushing or not due to her head being lowered, but she was pretty sure she was. How couldn't she, when her mother was hugging her tightly and petting her in front of a peer? "Adorable little girl, eh?" She mumbled, her shock changing and her voice becoming more playful, smirking a bit as she watched the two.

She blushed a bit herself at it all. She had to admit.. embarrassed Fujiko was both rare and cute. She pondered going along with it, and finally decided to, giggling softly. "Oh yes, of course. Fujiko-san is quite adorable when she's so embarrassed." Because it wasn't a lie, it made her blush even more. Still, she had said it in a joking tone, so hopefully she wouldn't pick up on any further meaning. Grinning, she chuckled a bit, covering her mouth with her hand to stop it. She couldn't help it.. seeing Fujiko like this was just so.. silly.

"O-jou-sama.. you too?" Fujiko squeezed her eyes shut, praying that the teasing with end. Her face was burning hot now. Damn her inability to keep a cool level head when her mother was teasing her like this.... and now Miho was doing it too, making matters even worse. In fact, if you looked closely, you could almost see steam coming out her ears.

"Oh, isn't that delightful, Miho-sama is such a nice girl," Fumio said as she continued to pet her daughter, "You know, I wouldn't mind having her for a daughter in law."

At that, Miho sputtered as the teasing was suddenly turned on her. "W- ah- d- d-daughter-in-law!?" There it was. The shrill tone Miho's voice took on when she was embarrassed. Miho put her hands on her cheeks, trying to get rid of the redness with her cooled palms. "T-that's.. that's too much, Fumio-san!"

Miho shook her had from side to side and closed her eyes. "Mou.. that isn't even funny to joke about! Really!" Plus, it made her chest feel tight. Thinking of a relationship with Fujiko.. especially of that magnitude, made her face redder further until the tips of her ears were pinkened. It really was too much, and it made her feel a little sad at how improbable that idea was. Fujiko definitely wouldn't want that to happen, after all.

"My, my, who said I was joking? I wouldn't mind it if Fujiko married a nice girl like you~" Fumio said with a sly grin. The young ojou-sama certainly had even cuter reactions than her daughter. Also that little display made it quite clear to Fumio on what Miho's feelings for her daughter were. Actually, only someone oblivious as her daughter or husband wouldn't be able to see it.

"Kaa-san... please..." Fujiko pleaded one last time to her mother. She felt a little sad... maybe disappointed for some reason. Why? She couldn't have possibly hoped that Miho wouldn't be adverse to the idea of marrying her, could she? It was silly. She was the lowly servant and Miho her master, there was no way they could have a relationship... really?

Seeing the look on her daughters face, she knew she had done what she had planned. To get Fujiko to really think about her feelings. With a smile, Fumio released her daughter, "Okay, okay, I'll leave you two alone. I'll be in the kitchen if you need me."

Miho was now in a similar stance to the one Fujiko was in, looking at the floor, except she had her hands still pressed against her cheeks as she tried to cool them down. It didn't work well, as her hands had been heated by the blood in her cheeks. Glancing up and seeing the sly, knowing smile, her eyes widened slightly. Maybe.. she had been too obvious? Fumio-sand seemed to know something.. did she suspect..? Oh.. goodness..

She stood up straight again as she watched Fumio-san leave the room, and let out a sigh of relief. she had thought that teasing Fujiko would be fun.. but to have it turn on her so suddenly and to play at her deepest feelings.. was a bit much. One hand lowered to her chest, and she clutched at her shirt a bit, willing the uncomfortable feeling to dissipate. She exhaled softly, glancing shyly over at Fujiko, an embarrassed smile tugging at her lips.

"Your mother is.. kind of evil.. isn't she?"

Watching the whole thing go down. Caster was forcing herself not to snicker. She had covered her mouth with her hand and was smiling behind it. "Well.. that was certainly.. enlightening. If you'll excuse me~" Caster went back off into her room, though the two could probably hear the smile in her voice.

Miho jumped slightly in shock. She had forgotten Caster was there. Staring after her, she sighed. ".. great."

"I'm sorry, Kaa-san doesn't usually doesn't take her teasing so far..." Yes, Fumio always had a reason for doing things, she would have never gone this far without a reason. So what could it possibly be? Then it hit her. Was her mother not teasing her about Miho not too long ago? Had she not mentioned something about feelings? Was she implying that... that she had feelings for Ojou-sama? That couldn't possibly be it, could it?

She then recalled the events of last night, how she had gotten so angry at Miho for suggesting her own death, how she had been so relieved when Miho didn't think her demonic side was repulsive, how it hurt to hear her pass off the idea of marrying her as a joke.... nonononoNO! She... she was in love with Ojou-sama... that... that was.... She needed to go, she needed time to think.

"I-I just remembered something, please excuse me Ojou-sama," She said quickly before bolting up the stairs to her room.

"It's fine.. it was just embarrassing.. especially now that I know Caster was watching the whole time.." She sighed and shook her head. Caster would never let her live this one down, regardless of any wrath Fujiko might bestow on her. Caster was going to have a field day with all that she heard. Heaven forbid that she too had realized her own feelings. Fujiko seemed dense enough not to get that her feigned irritation or indifference were just hiding them.. but she wasn't dense enough not to get it if Caster decided to tell it to her face, right?

Just the thought of her feelings being revealed by Caster made her cringe. Would Fujiko hate her? Think she was disgusting? Want to leave her behind? She wasn't sure, but just thinking about any of those options made her want to cry. her hand clutched at her shirt tighter. Lost in her thoughts, she didn't register what Fujiko had said until she lifted her head and saw her running up the stairs to her room. Blinking, she frowned. Forgot something? Was something the matter..? there had to be, for her to bolt like that.

She decided she'd have to put aside her own emotion crisis for the moment, as she was now worried about Fujiko. That seemed to be happening more often these days. She followed Fujiko up the stairs to her room after she had gone inside, then gently pushed on the door to open it a crack, peeking inside.

"Fujiko.. are you alright..? You're acting.. unlike yourself.. at least from what I've seen.."

"Ojou-sama?" Fujiko turned her head in surprise. She had not expected her to follow her upstairs. so much for thinking about this alone. Fujiko grasped at her shirt, just above her chest. What should she do?

"I... I... uhm..." She gulped, why was it so hard to talk now? Not too long ago she could undress in front of Miho without any problems, now she felt like her head would explode just by talking to her, looking at her. "It's nothing..." She muttered, looking down trying hard not to meet Miho's gaze.

This behavior was.. very strange. Frowning, Miho looked at her with slightly narrowed eyes. She was all.. flustered and jumpy. Was she ill or something..? Entering the room, Miho closed the door behind her and went over to her her eyebrows furrowing a bit. She wouldn't even meet her eyes now. Something had to be wrong, without a doubt.

"Don't lie to me, Fujiko." She said, sounding disapproving with her arms crossed against her chest. "You wouldn't be acting so oddly if you weren't hiding something. Is this because of the teasing from earlier..? If I said something that offended you, I'm sorry.. I didn't mean anything by it.." Reaching out, she lightly rested her fingertips on her shoulder, in an attempt at comforting her.

Fujiko's eyes widened and she stiffened at Miho's touch. "It's nothing like tha-" She had began to say, lifting up her head and looking toward Miho, but stopped suddenly.

Her eyes were suddenly trained on Miho's lips. She had urges, lots of them, some she never even knew she was capable of having, but the one that overpowered her the most was the desire to feel those lips against her own. It was impulsive, completely impulsive and stupid and would probably ruin everything, but she did it. She kissed her Ojou-sama. A sudden yet at the same time, tentative and gentle kiss.

Miho had perked up a bit when she heard Fujiko start speaking, thinking she was about to get the answer to whatever was bothering Fujiko.

And in a way, she did.

One moment, she was noticing that while Fujiko was now facing her, her eyes still wouldn't look into her own, and the next.. well. Warm lips met her own and she was suddenly quite incapable of thinking anything more than a sporadic tornado of words. 'Fujiko' and 'kiss' the foremost among them. She was shocked into being immobile. Her hands had raised slightly at the initial contact, and now she was paralyzed. Her eyes were open wide, and her face seemed to have been painted a bright red color. Unable to react, she just stood there, not returning the kiss nor fleeing.

Fujiko slowly pulled back, lowering her head again in shame as she took a step back. Miho's unresponsiveness had made it clear and so the barriers to her heart that she had let fall for just a moment was rebuilt. She went back usual emotionless self yet there was just the faintest tinge of sadness in it, "I apologize, Ojou-sama. I don't know what got into me. I won't let it happen again."

Miho, whose brain had basically whited out, slowly came to, and it caused to redden further. Fujiko had kissed her.. kissed her! That.. that had to mean something, right? It had to mean she liked her back, right? As she was making this realization, she looked back at Fujiko with possibly the happiest look on her face she ever had.. and yet it faltered seeing Fujiko pull away from her again. No! She couldn't let her close herself off again.. not after that!

She must've misinterpreted her stillness as rejection. "Fujiko!" Her distress was evident in her voice as Fujiko moved away from her physically too. She knew what she had to do. Swallowing any embarrassment or doubt, she practically lunged forward, wrapping her arms around the taller girls neck and forcing her closer, forcing their lips together a second time. She wasn't going to lose this chance.. she wasn't..

To say Fujiko was surprised would have been a complete and utter understatement. However, it was a good kind of surprise. Her heart thumped hard against her chest and every sense tingled. Her arms wrapped around Miho's waist, pulling her even closer. And she kissed back, let all her pent up feelings and emotions express themselves in that one single kiss.

After several moments, she had to pull back for air. But she didn't let go of the other girl, no she kept her arms around her, resting her own forehead against her's, "Miho...." She said in just above a whisper. Not Ojou-sama or Miho-sama or even Miho-san... simply Miho.

Miho could hardly believe this was even happening. Maybe this was some sort of bittersweet dream, where she'd wake up the next day in tears? Even so.. even if it was.. she couldn't help but be happy. It was like her heart was soaring, and it made her feel lightheaded, but in the best possible way. Her fingers clutched the back of Fujiko's shirt as she held onto her, almost in a desperate manner, as if she thought she would disappear.. at least if her dream theory was correct.

The kiss was both long and too short as they separated, the younger girl breathing hard as she opened her eyes to look at Fujiko. Slowly, after Fujiko had said her name -- not Ojou-sama or anything.. but her name! -- she reached over with one hand and pinched her own arm, hard. ".. ow." There went the dream theory. Blinking slowly, tears started to form in her eyes as she smiled, leaning her forehead back against Fujiko's and holding onto her tightly. Sniffling, she spoke in a teary voice. "It.. its not a dream.. it's really real..! Fujiko!" She was crying harder now, and even let out a small hiccup every so often.

Rider had managed not to laugh at all that happened. He was smiling openly, his face shining with a sort of amused joy. He was vaguely aware that Caster was hiding behind him, and he found a sort of satisfaction in that.

When she left, he decided to follow her, so that he would be able to hold back his laughter.

When he and Caster were alone in her room, he looked her in the face and couldn't help but start laughing at this point. His master and the 'other servant' were now clearly in love with eachother, and had no idea!

Caster smirked, looking back at Rider and started laughing along with him, having to sit on her bet when it got so intense she was sure she would fall. Caster rolled around on the bed, clutching her stomach. It was just all so funny and stupid! They were acting like little children!

"T-That.. t-that was.. ahahaha! .. the funniest thing I've seen since.. since.. I tired to 'seduce you'." She laughed harder, the memory of that moment adding onto the humor. Slowly, she calmed herself down, laying on her bed and giggling.

"Hoo.. well. That was fun. Hopefully they won't just let it be there and they'll figure it out somehow, eh?" She sat up, still giggling a bit between her words. "We got ourselves some dense Masters, didn't we? Though mine seems to be the one that took the longest to figure out how she felt."

Rider's laughs subsided, and he decided to ignore the reminder of his embarrassment that morning, "Yeah, seems that way. Master seems to have figured it out finally, but doesn't seem to think your master feels the same..." He thought about things. Well, there goes any plan of seperating them...

Well, really it was just Caster he wanted to be rid of, and she doesn't seem willing to try anything around her master who's orders are now all 'absolute'.

Rider smiled again at the thought. Maybe he won't have to mess with them. He sighed as he sat in a chair, "How long do you think it'll take them to realise the other's feelings?" At this point, it was practically gossip.

"Who knows? it could be anything from a sudden confession due to pent up emotions to a long drawn-out process that can take months or even years. It depends on how stubborn they want to be." She shrugged, swinging her legs a bit and letting them bounce against the side of the bed.

"It's not really the best time for them to be in a relationship though, you know. I mean.. this is the Holy Grail War.. one of them could die.. both of them could die.. one could kill the other, on purpose or on accident. They shouldn't be distracted by sudden emotions, so I hope they'll hold off on it at least until after."

Honestly, it'd really be easier if one or both of them died. Miho died.. and she could most likely manipulate her Master easier. Fujiko died, and she'd be free of her, and could find a new Master or even convince Miho to take her. Still, it's not like she could go about that with any kind of subtlety at this moment, so she would keep up her 'thinking of their best interests' shtick.

Rider nodded, "Yeah, it'd be so much better if they wait..." He wanted his master to win. Even if it was only because he was her servant, there was a special connection there... he wanted her to win, and he knew that a relationship would cause distractions. Such feelings would cause her to put her love before herself...

Rider didn't mind that sort of thing. Romanticism is something he finds beautiful, but right now, in the middle of war? He knows what it's like when someone in love fights. They fight not for themselves, and therefore don't care about protecting themselves...

He was so lost in thought at this point he didn't even notice his face had lost its emotionlessness and his mouth had shrunk in thought as he rubbed his chin.

Even if she wanted one or both to die, the relationship would also be troublesome for her. She couldn't do everything while they were making goo-goo eyes at each other. Plus, maybe separating them would cause more distraction.. or at least distress.. which would make fighting harder.. thus it could work to her advantage in a more subtle way. Looking at Rider, she grinned. he would be her ticket to doing such.

Reaching out, she grabbed Rider's hand and pulled him down to sit on the bed, giving him the most sympathetic smile she could muster. "We have to stop it before it starts, Rider. For their own good. And if it's too late.. then we have to get them apart. We can't let them get distracted.. for their sake."

By the gods, this was fun.

Rider nodded absent mindedly, not really realising what he was doing, "Yes, they need to be seperated-" He stopped suddenly, and looked at Caster.

Wait a second. She's the reason he wanted them seperated at first.... but now she's helping? Then he remembered again, yeah they can't work together very well like this, and Caster must have come to the same conclusion, "Of course, yes. They would work better seperate of course..." He studied her face, wondering if she was messing with him again.

Fujiko brought a hand up to Miho's cheek, wiping away the tears with her thumb. She then moved her forehead, kissing where it previously was resting. Pulling back, smiled, one of those rare smiles she had only ever shown her family till this day, "Shhh, Miho..." She said her name again in a soothing tone, "It's not a dream. I'm sorry I didn't realize my feelings sooner...."

Miho smiled back, reaching out to grab her hand and holding it with both of hers. It was still hard to believe she was awake. It had all happened so quickly.. Fujiko's sudden change of heart. Releasing her hand, she wrapped her arms around the older girl, resting her cheek above her chest. As nice as this all ways.. she still felt a little uneasy. "It's alright, Fujiko. I'm jsut glad you did, even if it was a little delayed. But.. are you sure..? Are you sure you really.. like me..? I mean.. this happened so suddenly, so.."

She didn't mean to make it sound like she didn't trust her.. she just wanted confirmation that she wasn't being messed with.

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Caster was the picture of helpfulness and innocence. She had an air about her of.. kindness of all things, and she seemed to be acting more childlike or at least more sweet, like she was trying to match her appearance.

"Exactly. The question is.. how to get them apart? I suppose we'll have to go see what the condition of their relationship is before we decide that, hm?" Caster spoke while she got up and headed over toward her door, pushing it open.

"I'm sure, I'm really sure. You're the first person outside of my own familiy who has made me lose so much control over my own emotions," Fujiko said honestly, and she was. There was no doubt in her mind about her feelings for the girl in her arms. She loved Miho, she probably always loved Miho just didn't realize it until a helpful push from her mother, "I like you, Miho, I think I might even love you..."

Rider was cautious now. He was no fool, but he decided to make use of her helpfullness for now.

"Alright, yes. We shall check on them first and see where things are," He nodded as he stood up.

Caster went on ahead, half jumping and half floating up the stairs, her spellbook floating next to her for just such an occasion. Stopping in front of the door, she used to magically-improved hearing to listen in for the moment, smirking.

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Miho pulled back for a moment and looked up at Fujiko, surprised, embarrassed, and absolutely ecstatic at her words. She.. loved her? Really? For some reason, she believed it. She believed everything the older girl said. Her eyes got watery as the tears starting to come again. With a happy little noise, she wrapped her arms around Fujiko and buried her face into her neck.

"Alright, kiddies! Time to stop making out!" A cheerful-sounding voice came from outside the door before it swung open and Caster stepped inside. This caused Miho to snap her head back up and look at Caster in surprise, though she didn't let go of Fujiko. "C-Caster?! H.. how dare you barge into someone else's room.. your Master's room.. like that!" Miho went from tearful to furious rather quickly.

Ignoring Miho, Caster turned around to look at Rider once he caught up. "Looks like we're late, they already told each other how they feel. These two work surprisingly fast."

Rider walked up, blushing slightly but smiling a bit, "Ah, so you interrupted them I see," He looked at them, then his smile turned into a frown for just a moment, before resuming an emotionless face to hide how he felt.

Actually, he wasn't sure how he felt. Love is beautiful, but one of them was his master...

"Master, I'm surprised to find you two admitted to eachother so quickly," he said. THis was honest too, based on what happened downstairs.

Fujiko straightened herself up. She was slightly agitated at getting interrupted but she didn't allow it to show on her face. With Caster and Rider here, she went back to her usual stoicism. The other, gentler side was reserved only for Miho and her family. "What is your reason for coming in here, Caster?"