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When Shirou looked at the brown haired student he was hit with a smell- NO - It was already there and he just noticed it now. How could he haven't felt it before?
Describing the smell was complicated, it has earth and fire, definitively fire but… the impressions he had were unlike anything he ever felt before. There was rage, untamed but tempered by time, there was pride, so much of it that the redhead felt almost as if he was being crushed while at the same time having it just around without influencing the world itself.
He also saw an image, a huge… thing. It was red and had green… eyes. The vision was not vivid enough, the presence was there but blurred or just made of energy but Shirou knew it was there and it was dangerous but also not. If he focused more he could see golden chains around the image, they were…
Shirou snapped out of his vision and couldn't feel the presence anymore. Something was keeping it clouded, it was powerful and potentially the most powerful thing he ever felt.
Yet, all that was muted. It was not this boy before him that was releasing all this power, he wasn't emanating any power AT ALL. The paradox was so bizarre that Shirou could just look at him confused.
"What the three of you are doing." Issei, being the responsible student he was, had gone to confront the three.
"We are rightfully complaining about the lack of variety here." Said the bald one.
"That is right! What kind of festival doesn't have a maid cafe." Glasses lamented.
"This is not a festival day, this is a day for club recruitment. It was made to help the students to familiarize with each other and to find their own club." Issei tried to use logic to calm his fellow students. It failed.
"So what? If they want to attract new prospects they should go all in on it!" The bald one said.
"Why are you so obsessed with a maid cafe?" Issei decided to try another route, he would see the reason why those people want something and offer an alternative solution.
"So we can look at girls in maid clothes." The student said, fixing his glasses.
"Maybe even get some panty shots." His friend sounds excited.
"Are you two insane?" Issei complained.
"Hey!" The brown haired contradiction steps forward to stand with his friends. "What is wrong in admiring the female form?"
Shirou decided this was a good point to say something. "Issei calm down."
"How the heck do you know my name?" The brown haired said.
"Wait, what?" Issei, the one with the glasses now looked indignated. "You are also called Issei?" Once the one with the red shirt gave a nod the black haired Issei felt rage. "What is your surname then? I refuse to call you anything close to my name!"
"Fuck you! You tell ME your surname!" Shirou was shocked by the turn of events, it was the first time he ever saw his friend so frustrated.
"MY name is Ryuudou Issei from the Ryuudou Temple!" Issei introduced himself with pride on his name.
"Well, MY name is Hyuudou Issei, future harem king!" Issei also spoke with pride of his dream.
"Don't be ridiculous! A harem? Who do you think you are?" The black haired Issei sounded appalled.
"Ridiculous? How dare you insult a man's dream?" The brown haired Issei sounded indignation. "How can someone have the same name as me and not understand the greatest things in life?"
"Greatest- Life is not just about women!" To Shirou seeing his friend, who basically lived and grew as a monk, getting this frustrated… was a new experience.
"Tell him what Issei!" The one with the glasses hyped up his friend.
"Yes! Our Issei best Issei!" The other one quickly entered the fray.
With that the black haired Issei turned to the redhead. "Shirou! Back me up!"
'HOW?' In his mind Shirou was getting frustrated. 'This is ridiculous! They are fighting because they have the same name! Why does it matter?'
Then Shirou tried to place himself in their situation, that there was someone like him running around and doing stuff he wouldn't approve of…He can't see that much of a problem, he is him and that person was that person. On the other hand if it was someone exactly like him as well Shirou would have questions… lots of them.
The two Isseis were worlds apart, both in appearance and personality wise. He needs to defuse the situation. "Lunch!" He said suddenly.
"What?" All the other teens asked in chorus.
"Lunch! My treat and no fights. We can settle who is called what later but there is no reason to fight."
"He doesn't understand-" Shirou raised a hand interrupting the red shirt Issei.
"No reason. You are you, he is him. No fighting for your names… we still need a distinction anyway." He looked to the two teens and then shifted his focus to the friends of the 'new' Issei. "I bet you two are as confused as I am."
"Now that you mentioned it…" The bald one said. Shirou nods at that and tries to capitalize on the temporary reprieve.
"Come on, there must be someplace to eat around here. Ah! My name is Emiya Shirou, nice to meet you." He offered his hand to shake and the bald, now he paid attention it was shaved, head accepted.
"I'm Yasuaki Matsuda. Nice to meet you." He repeated the greetings, getting caught in Shirou's rhythm.
"My name is Takuro Motohama, my special skill is the three size scouter." The one with the glasses decided to introduce himself.
"HA! You still can't do that right." Matsuda laughed at his friend.
"I keep telling you that I'm getting all the girls' sizes right! You just don't believe me!" And, just like that, another discussion started. On one side two guys with names too close for comfort come close to blows over it while the other was about a 'scouter' that Shirou didn't want to understand.
The redhead sighed and looked at the brown haired Issei again. If he made some effort that strange smell was there but it was still muted... Shirou didn't have enough knowledge to know what it was.
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