The start of a OWO future.

Unlike the increasing madness, unfolding somewhere outside the pub, the peaceful and somewhat emotional mood in this small room made for quite the delicate contrast. The Sukiyaki which had been cooked to perfection earlier by the older young man still kept its taste, and was surprisingly still hot despite not being touched for quite a few minutes now. Shirou smiled at him and brought his hand out. This simple action signals not only the start of friendship, but a bond between men. Thankfully, the room was quiet enough to allow Rin's voice to be heard. Had it been overpowered by the noises outside the pub or outside the door, not much would have been heard from the boy. Even then, it wasn't as though Shirou didn't possess superhuman senses. He is a sugiura after all; Even inchoate lower ranking Sugiuras possess superhuman traits. Judging by Rin's expression, it is clear from a glance, that this man has never had a true friend. A life without friendship can become quite the purgatory. It isn't as though, one will die without them, but no one can deny that having one person sticking by your side through thick and thin is not a wonderful feeling of security and safety. Even one friend seems like a thousand.

While he gazed at the young man, Shirou slowly analyzed his condition now. As opposed to earlier, he seemed to be in much better shape. One or two weeks of good warm meals, a nice warm bed, and a few drops of natural medicine will remedy this boy back to great health. Pushing that matter aside, Shirou picked at his meal slightly before speaking in a somber and relaxed voice. "Rin...Okumura...Eh? sounds like a great name," said the young man as another smile graced his facial features. He wasn't sure if he had told him his name earlier, so now was the time to introduce himself, just in case. "My name is Emiya Shirou....but most people either call me Emiya-Kun or Shirou....i prefer you call me Shirou, but i don't really mind," said shirou with a lighthearted chuckle. Maybe since he had felt a hunger surging through his stomach, he decided that no good would coem of leaving the meal unintended and picked up some of the food in his bowl, through the use of bamboo chopsticks. "After you start eating some food, i'm sure we can talk about something you like...if you'd like to talk to me...that is...i know i'm not the best guy to hang around, in fact, i'm too normal for my own good, i think!" Shirou chuckled heartily as he smiled with glee at his mild humor. Just how would things turn out from now on? could this budding friendship continue?

Shirou smiled at the fact, that with some continued prodding, he was able to bring a smile to this young and misunderstood boy's face. That was a victory in of it's self. Shirou felt a deep pang in his heart, he felt a familiar happiness when his mother accepted him into her large and gracious family. Shirou did not expect that it would occur, but in some way, he had given that boy the same happiness and trust that Shirou's mother had instilled in his heart many years ago. Brotherhood was a beautiful thing to be admired by many; To care for another young man as though he were family and show him the ups and downs of the world. Fewer men would be able to describe just how wonderful that feeling was. Words could never really describe what it brought to the heart. From the beginning, Shirou had simply wanted to get Rin to open up, and at the end, he had succeeded. Now, with the boy showing his true emotions, Shirou could truly open up himself and show his true, vibrant colors. "Ah...?" he was caught off guard by Rin's words. Was he truly the only friend that Rin had in this entire world? If so, Shirou had to cherish this friendship. He doubted deeply that he would be able to forgive himself if he broke the trust and hope that Rin placed in him.

"Heh, Don't you worry Rin, as long as your with me, i'll never betray that trust that you've placed in me. From this day on, we are indeed true friends. " Shirou said this resolutely as he started to dig into his own meal. Clueless to the madness that had taken place outside. "I'm also glad you like my cooking. I haven't cooked Sukiyaki in so long, so i thought the result would be disastrous. " Shirou chuckled happily as he spoke modestly about his flawless meal. Shirou was not exactly a world renowned chef, but his cooking was quite popular with those around him. In fact, besides house work, cooking was one of his favorite past times. No, he didn't want to admit that. It seemed embarrassing. What kind of male enjoyed cooking as their past time? He sighed to himself inwardly, as he scratched his head. he was starting to question his mindset with things, but hey, there was no need to lament. Right now, he was still satisfied with the success that this day brought him. Hoping, that from this day on, he would still be able to meet and converse with the boy known as Rin okumura. Though, as if he had been struck by a lightening bolt, a question sprung forth from his mind.

"Hey....Rin....are you homeless?" While it may seem like a touchy subject to the boy, Shirou just couldn't ignore it. Right now, as his current situation stands, he had recently brought a house in the human world. While it was nothing extravagant or amazing, it was enough to support at least five people. In that case, if Rin were to accept his offer of living with him, then Shirou could get Rin off these decrepit streets and into a warm home with nice meals and a friend to speak with everyday. "Please don't hesitate to answer. Because, if you are, how would you feel, if i asked you to come live with me?" Shirou looked deep within his eyes and placed his chopsticks beside his bowl. "I know you may still have some trouble trusting me since we've just met, but, i assure you it's better then living this life of loneliness and despair. A great guy like you does not deserve a hell like this. " Shirou could not correctly gauge the depth of what Rin had experienced in his life so far, but he didn't care about that. He wanted to take care of Rin. Much like how his mother had adopted him, when he had nothing left. When he had nearly been eclipsed by the hellish fire that took place within his hometown. "It's up to you....." Shirou said to himself, in his mind. Of course, even if his answer was a no, he wouldn't be deterred. Even if he had to try the next day; or the day after, or the day after that, he would find some way to help Rin live a more productive and more enjoyable life. As a man who was saved from hell, he would become the same hero that his mother was to him. What would be his answer?

This question was very sensible to ask, and Shirou felt no offence at all. It was the right thing to say, in every sense of the word. In this wild world, trust is something that is hard to come by. For all Rin knew, this man could be dangerous, a rapist, a murderer, a psycho. Shirou was none of the above, of course, but he was still proud of Rin. This young man could trust him, Shirou had already made a promise to himself that he would not betray the trust of his new friend, now it was time to make the promise to Rin. "Rin....you can trust me. I'm actually happy you asked me that question, this world is dangerous so you never know who you can trust anymore, but i assure you my friend, that your trust in me will never be broken. " Shirou held Rin's gaze as he continued to speak. Shirou truly wanted the best for Rin right now. He wanted to be the positive light in his life, and help him grow into a honest and brave man. Most would think of it as pity, but it went beyond and above that. The memories of being saved by his mother, the times spent enjoying his childhood with that woman, and the love and compassion she told him he should always have, it was all flooding back to him like a wild tsunami. That sort of feeling of the heart, that kindness, it was beautiful, it was endearing. Even in death, Shirou would never forget the oath he made here.

Happiness, pure unbridled happiness filled the heart of the young man who resigned himself to the life of a superhero, one that was always filled with saving one and losing another. His heart was filled with ephemeral joy, a divine sensation that seized his heart and had no intention of abating any time soon. Surely, and without a doubt, he would give Rin the life he deserved. It didn't matter who or how he was, once the champion of justice feels obligated to care for you, then he will undoubtedly stick to that goal no matter what life's trials and tribulations may try to throw at him. There was nothing more beautiful then brotherhood, and for a man who had lost all of his family within a devastating fire, Rin was a brother he had always wanted, but never succeeded to have. He knew how it was to be alone and to lose everything; this man was well versed in the story known as loneliness, but there was one kind woman that in a moment of shame, she felt that it was her duty to take the boy in and fulfill the hole that she had so inadvertently created within his childhood. This was there path, the path of two young boys who would become brothers, comrades, and above all, the best of friends. He had no reason to doubt that they would continue to make each other happy, just seeing the smile on his face was enough to do that for the champion of justice. He didn't care about being repaid, his life had always been that of the man who would sacrifice his life and ask for nothing in return. This was a risky gamble, who was to say that this boy in front of him would stay by his side forever? Indeed, it was quite the gamble to adopt a stranger you barely knew, but if he were to think like that, then what his mother did by saving his life was Russian roulette in it's highest form. Those were just useless worries, Shirou would proect and care for Rin, no matter what. Thinking about such impossible suspicions were meaningless, and moreover, this was only a beginning – only time would tell where this path would take the two young men. With a new found happiness warming his heart, he smiled as Rin embraced him. It spoke many words without the boy having to say yes, and that made the young man smile jubilantly. He returned the embrace as he hugged Rin tightly. “Don't worry about it... “ He closed his eyes calmly, only to look up at the ceiling, speaking a few words. “Well mother, now I will finally show what impact you were able to make upon my life. You have my word... “ With that oath that was made to no one else but the spirit of the deceased, Shirou decided to bask in the joy of acquiring a new friend.