Ozimyy felt the breeze blowing over the thin layers of her clothing. Her body shifted over to the opposite side to avoid the cold air. Her bed felt much harder than usual, drawing out a grumble before she tried to pry open her eyes.

She said trying because she found herself still dreaming. What she found when she finally opened her eyes wasn’t her familiar ceiling, but the night sky blanketed by stars… Yup, still dreaming. She didn’t remember falling asleep outside, nor does she recall being carried at all.

She would have noticed if she were touched by anyone.

Reaching towards her fan, she felt for the switch until she noticed that her arm touched nothing. Withdrawing her hand back to her chest, she found only the missing warmth of her blanket.

Was this really a dream? Sitting up with a clearing haze in her eyes, she scanned the environment around her and noticed another person lying on the ground. A dark haired fox girl with an abnormally fluffy tail laid on her side, facing her. She wore an obscene outfit, her chest threatening to burst out from it. The gold trim of the clothing wove together, depicting an amalgamation of feral beasts in one form against the black and grey canvas.

Blinking, she reached out to shake the girl awake. In mere moments after being touched the girl sat up ramrod straight, shifting her tail out of the way as she did so. Ears twitching, she sniffed the air in Ozimyy's direction. Tilting her head sleepily she frowned. "Huh? Whozzat?"

“Oi, Kitsu. I think we’re in an isekai again. For real this time…” Taking a sigh, Ozimyy gave a half hearted shrug.

Starting to become more aware of her surroundings, the girl named Kitsu looked at Ozimyy with a tired grin. "... Oh no."

Looking towards her body, she found herself wearing a white blouse along with a white skirt. The only thing that wasn’t white was her blue cape robe thing around her neck.

Kitsu leered over Ozimyy without a trace of shame. "Bruh. You look like a princess now."

“I mean, it’s not like I’m wearing a dress or a tiara…” Ozimyy responded before thinking a bit deeper. Not all princesses wear those things either. “Urm… Knights wear the stuff I’m wearing as well?”

Glancing at herself, Kitsu smirked. "Right, and I'm the Demon lord, the bane of all humans."

Ozimyy felt her eyes twitch momentarily before sighing. “More like a cult leader…”

Slowly rising from where she lay, Kitsu paused to look at her. "Wait, what the fuck? Actually?"

Ozimyy pointed towards the embroidery on her outfit. “I mean, that’s the impression I get from what you were wearing. I don’t think demon lords do eldritch.”

Looking over the imagery on her Chinese dress, she deflated with a sigh. "I see. I guess I'm from the beast cult. Specifically the fourth branch judging by the imagery."

“I see.” Ozimyy responded, unamused. “Any idea as to what to do now?”

Shaking her head, Kitsu flicked her ears. "Depends on what world we're in."

“I guess the first thing to do is to find that out, huh?” Shrugging, Ozimyy reached towards Kitsu to help her up.

Grasping her hands, Kitsu pulled herself the rest of the way up. After a few moments, her ears swivelled and she turned her gaze away from Ozimyy to focus on something. Her eyes soon widened in astonishment. "... No fucking way. Is that… Shirou?"

“Oh. Sorry I don’t recall who you were. Could you give me a reminder?” 

Turning around, Ozimyy noticed an auburn haired teenager scratching his cheek, wearing what could only be described as the classic blue and white Shirou shirt.

Kitsu shook her head with a sheepish smile. "Sorry. It's just that you're kinda famous among my friends. You're apparently some kinda miracle handyman."

“Yeah, we heard the rumours even before we were in Fuyuki city.” Ozimyy chimed in, trying to act natural.

“Fuyuki city?” Shirou tilted his head. “I never heard of such a place.”

Chuckling for a moment, Kitsu tried to play it off. "Sorry, we're pretty new to Japan. She's probably just remembering when I showed her a snow covered version of the city while teaching her the language."

“Well, you two seem fluent for someone new here.” Shirou nodded. “Do any of you have a place to rest?”

“Uhhhh….” Ozimyy droned out, unable to respond.

Kitsu stared off into the distance, a fake mask of realization forming on her face. "You know what? I completely forgot about that."

“Do you at the very least know where you could book an apartment?” Shirou asked.

“Uhhhhh….” Ozimyy continued to drone out.

Shirou shook his head and exhaled before interjecting. “I suppose I could bring you to my house for the night then.”

~~Line Breakdance~~

Heading towards Shirou’s residence, Ozimyy was met with the sight of what could only be explained as a traditional Japanese manor. Traditional bamboo roof, stone walls, paper windows, wooden scaffolding. The usual. She never figured Shirou would live at such a place, but then again, it made a lot of sense seeing who Shirou’s adopted father was.

Slamming open the mansion’s gate doors, a black haired man in a black trench coat appeared in front of the three. "Shirou! Move away from them and towards me. We don't know what they are." The man exclaimed.

Shaking her head with a click of her tongue, Kitsu looked at the man with sad eyes. "Well. I identify as floof if that helps any. Besides, if I personally was here to cause trouble, I wouldn't be coming to your house."

The man grunted in annoyance. “Who are you, and what is your business here?"

Staring deep into his soul, Kitsu tried her best not to tear up at his horrid state. "You can call me Aiko. It's what I prefer anyway. My friend and I were offered a place to stay by this young man here. We're well aware of your business, and we'll keep our noses out of it. But if you require payment, my friend is very good at healing certain seemingly incurable ailments. Is that an acceptable payment for allowing us to stay for a short while?"

"Shirou, go to your room. Don't come out till I tell you too." The man did not face his son, his gaze never leaving from the two newcomers.

Ozimyy raised her arms in an attempt to de-escalate the situation. “Look, I think we came off from the wrong foot here. We’re not here to harm you or Shirou, really.”

Kiritsugu did not sound convinced. “Who sent you here?”

Slumping a bit where she stood, Kitsu, or rather Aiko became exasperated. "Bruh. If your son hadn't offered to bring us here, we wouldn't have come here. We literally just didn't have anywhere to go."

Glancing towards something in his coat’s pocket, the man sighed. “It seems that you weren't lying, or at the very least, you’re not planning on causing any harm as of yet.”

Lowering her arms, Ozimyy decided to chime in. “Hey if it helps, I really could just remove that curse you have on you.” 

Despite lowering his guard somewhat, Kiritsugu still felt skeptical over the proposal. “And how do you plan on doing that?”

Scrambling her brain, Ozimyy attempted to find a compromise so Kiritsugu could finally stop the paranoia. “I got my Noble Phantasm. It could remove curses, if I were to reveal its name would you relax?”

Kiritsugu paused in thought, his eyes shifting left to right. “Fine, but not here. We’ll do it in the backyard.”

Giving off a sigh, Ozimyy followed the man to the backyard, but not before she made sure to close the gate and bring Aiko along with her.

Finally pausing, Kiritsugu turned to face Ozimyy. “You’ll cast your noble phantasm here, the bounded fields should prevent anyone from the outside from seeing us.”

“Right… Welp, here goes…” Taking a deep breath, Ozimyy proceeded to materialize a large golden sword staff on her hand before resting her eyes.

“The foreign nation… The end of time.” A golden light bathed the two once the aria began, obscuring the two before they disappeared, leaving Aiko behind.

“Yet the sword is in his hands. The castle wall is solidified, and the victorious battle cry shall echo far and wide.”

They appeared on top of a medieval castle with green spears orbiting behind themdf. Opening her eyes with righteous fire, Ozimyy exclaimed. “We shall carve out the cold and hard victory… Round of Avalon!”

Lifting the sword staff to the air, the light that brought them here returned them to the Emiya residence.

Tilting her head in confusion, Aiko blinked the stars out of her eyes. "Oh… Wow. Nice light show I guess." 

Ozimyy slumped, knowing full well that Aiko didn’t see her noble phantasm. “Uhh, I mean it’s a reality marble so I didn’t expect you to see most of it.”

While she was busy with Aiko, Kiritsugu took a moment to check around his body. “So long as you don’t harm anyone here, you can stay as long as you want.”

Nodding, Ozimyy introduced herself. Pretending not to know him. “Oh, thanks mister…”

“Kiritsugu. Emiya Kiritsugu. ”

Staring at Kiritsugu with a deadpan expression, Aiko was incredibly nonplussed. "Owow. You literally just pulled a secret agent intro. Nice."

“Oh I’m… Iihito, I don’t have a last name.”

Kiritsugu nodded before opening a door to the residence. “We’ll be going with Smith then. Now if there isn’t anything else you want to show off, I’ll be showing you two to your rooms.”