The start of a OWO future.

Having Daigoro except his kindness, gave Shirou a sense of fulfillment. Normally most people would reprimand him, saying thing's about how they didn't need his kindness or his pity. The sort of feeling of such easy acceptance, made the hero smile. "Hey, it's not in my personality to see people in agony in front of me, or at the very least, to see how you two look when you came in here" Shirou's personality was like that of a best friend, to many stranger's, even if they did seem shabby - Now that wasn't to say that the young man, was naive. He was far from it. His mind, having experienced all the hardships of war and bloodshed, were far from being immature. Shirou's experience could indeed be considered a true hell, that not even mortal men would speak of. Experience's that should not be remembered. Yes, remembering such hellish event's would only bring sadness to him in the future. The checkered circumstance's of which, Shirou could only forget, assailed his mind, even sleeping became a battle. In some distance year's, he's quite sure he will forget, but for now, such a wish is impossible. Being confronted with a kindness much like his own, he felt as though the aura emanating from Dai was like that of his own, a heroic and caring aura, possessed by men who wished for nothing but the happiness of other's. Maybe Destiny, has brought the path of these two men together on this rainy day. Then again, if one were to put it this way, Shirou's attention was also drawn to the haggard disposition of Rin Okamura. The Young man Daigoro brought inside the pub in order to bring him back to good health.

His worn and emaciated appearance, was far too depressing. It pulled at the heart string's of the young man. This appearance was nostalgically familiar. It brought about the reminiscent childhood of Emiya Shiro. A Burning village, a hellish nausea, no direction or home to return too, the wails of innocent people suffering among the hell fire. This boy, while not on the edge of death, was in a condition, of which needed great attention right now. Examining the boy closely, Shirou discerned that since he was in the rain before Daigoro came, that a fever could be the reason for his violent coughing at the current moment. That was too dangerous for a human-boy, yet with the amount of antidote's in the modern world today, even if the boy had pneumonia, it was still possible to seek help and be cured. Shirou's attention was quickly drawn toward's his feet, and by then, he could sit back no longer and watch this horrid sight unfolding in front of his eye's. After accessing his condition, Shirou walked over to the boy and grabbed him firmly. the individuals within the pub gave him a few glance's, but at this point, such a trifle, was the last thing on Shirou's mind. The condition of this boy came before talking to anyone right now. This was all simply part of the personality of the man called Emiya Shirou. Moreover, the condition caused memories of his childhood to resurface.

"I know you may hate me for this, but right now, your in a bad condition and i can't stand to see this any longer, you may fight me all you like, but i'll make sure you're in good health, or at the very least out of this state. " These word's were firm, yet contained a kindness that could still be heard by listening intently. Having given his reasoning, Shirou looked at the closest pub member and requested a room and a first aid kit. After acquiring these item's within a few minute's time, he carried the younger man over his shoulder and into the vacant room. Setting him down firmly, yet lightly, he quickly grabbed his feet. Hopefully, the boy would stay still, but Shirou couldn't wish for such a convenient situation. Like any stranger, he expected slight if not large resistance from Rin. However, such thing's weren't even on his mind at the moment. The condition came first, that was an evident truth among all trivial matter's. Firstly, the initial injury was the pieces of glass in his feet, he knew instinctively what he had to do now. Without looking for glove's he put wrapped his arm around Rin's leg in order to keep him in place, after holding this one leg within the temporary lock, he carefully pulled out the broken shard's of glass in Rins feet, traced of blood still evident at the end of the broken jagged edge's of glass.

After the removal of all glass, he would expect many insult's or many wail's or many attack's, all of that did not matter to him, he was use to it by now to begin with, so why would that change today?; Having rid of the glass, Shirou quickly used disinfectant on the wounded spot's on Rin's feet. This would undoubtedly cause pain for the young man, but it was for the best. After solving the problem of infection, Shirou grabbed a set of bandage's and wrapped them around Rin's left and right feet, in order to prevent further blood loss. Having completed this simple procedure, Shirou decided to check his temperature. He quickly reached for a thermometer, and placed it inside of Rin's mouth, from the look's of it, the boy has a temperature of 108. While not fatal, this far too dangerous to be outside in the rain. After confirmation of his condition, Shirou returned the thermometer to it's proper placement and made his way towards the kitchen as he requested that Dai keep Rin in the room, so he would not escape. What did Shirou have in mind? That question was simple, he wanted to give Rin warm meal's. Food was an essential in order to bring him back to top health.

However, when Shirou thought about that, he wondered what exactly should be cooked? Walking inside the kitchen, Shirou requested that he cook a few meal's without pay, so he would have time to properly think about what a young boy of Rin's age liked to eat. As for Dai, he hoped that red haired young defender would properly keep Rin placed within his room, while he thought about what should be the meal(s) of choice. After placing an apron around his body, he grabbed the closest pot and got to work within the kitchen. Something he had become accustomed too for his entire life. This was Shirou Emiya's greatest field of expertise.