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"He's awake, Vali!" the girl called out over her shoulder, drawing Shirou's attention to the silver-haired figure leaning against the wall, clad in a high-collared black leather jacket over a dark green V-neck and burgundy jeans with black chaps "I'll be going now, okay?"
"Give Arthur my regards." The teen, Vali, offered, pushing away from the wall as the girl turned on her heel, offering Shirou a cheerful smile before summoning a magic circle and vanishing in a flash of light "So you're Emiya Shirou…" he noted, the redhead shivering as those icy blue eyes roamed over his form with an evaluating air "I have to admit, when I first laid eyes on you, I couldn't see why Azazel was so interested in you." He smirked conspiratorially "Though after seeing what you did to Kokabiel…yeah I can see why he'd put you up for as long as he has."
"Your name is Vali, right?" Shirou noted, his expression guarded as he regarded the advancing silver haired teen warily "And from the fact you know Azazel and Kokabiel, you're probably a member of the Grigori."
"Something like that." Vali admitted, hands in his pockets as he leaned against the bedpost with a scoff "Azazel picked me up a few years ago, not unlike how he did with you actually. You could say the old man has a soft-spot for strays, provided they catch his interest."
"It certainly explains how a High-Class Devil would be on good terms with the leader of the Grigori." Shirou noted, Vali quirking a brow at his statement "I can tell from your power, it's not all that different from a classmate of mine…though you're definitely stronger than him."
Now there was an understatement if there ever was one, as comparing Vali to the likes of Issei was like comparing the Sun to a Matchstick. Not even Rias or Akeno came close to matching the Demonic-Power he could feel coming off the teen, though Rias' still felt the more terrifying of the two.
"You mean the Red Dragon Emperor?" Vali deduced, only to scoff at the Faker's look of confusion "I mean Hyoudou Issei." He elaborated "He and I are destined to fight someday, but don't worry, I don't like picking on the weak." He glanced at the Faker, eyes glinting with intrigue "After all, why not let the fruit ripen on the vine while more interesting opponents are available."
Shirou grimaced, preparing to summon a rain of steel to drive the figure off, only for him to scoff at the Magus' expression. "I told you to relax." He chided, waving a hand dismissively "I didn't drag your ass back to life just because you look like you can handle yourself." He shrugged offhandedly "Besides, Azazel will be up any minute from interrogating Freed." He looked up as the door opened, admitting a haggard looking Azazel, clad, as usual in his kimono "Speak of the devil, he spill anything?"
"Nothing cohesive that I'd repeat in polite company." Azazel admitted with a sigh, scratching the back of his head "Kid was ranting about that Knight from Gremory any chance he could get." He smiled wanly at Shirou, who schooled his features to remain still "Good to see you're awake, Shirou."
"Sorry if I worried you." The Faker supplied, Vali stepping back to let them chat things out in relative privacy "I'd offer my condolences for Kokabiel, but I won't apologize for putting him down."
"Your condolences are welcome, but your apology is unneeded." Azazel assured him with a smile that bordered on saddened "I'm guessing you have your fair share of questions..."
"Not really." Shirou dismissed, earning a quirked brow from Vali and a look of surprise from the Governor-General "I knew you weren't human when we first met, but since you didn't pry into my background, I figured it only fair not to dig into yours." He shrugged "Besides, I already got the basic rundown on things from Sitri-san the other day, so it's not like you'd be telling me anything new."
"Spoil my fun, why don't you." Azazel muttered, his rugged features entirely unsuited for the childish pout he sported as twelve black wings emerged from his back, the faker unable to hide his awe at the sight of them, as unlike Kokabiel's, which reminded him of a crow's, each of Azazel's feathers were like an endless abyss. "So what now?" the Governor General asked, snapping the Faker out of his reverie "Now that you know the truth, what do you intend to do?"
"How long was I out for?" Shirou demanded, flinching as Azazel gestured to a calendar on the wall, a gravure one naturally, which showed he'd been out for most of the week "Kaichou is going to kill me…"
"You mean you intend to go to back to school?" Vali demanded, sounding stunned, though also intrigued, as he gaped at the redhead "Back to pretending to be something you're not?"
"I can't very well play hooky after Azazel went to all the trouble of enrolling me." Shirou countered, gazing down at his left hand thoughtfully "Besides…I can't be relying on others forever. Sooner or later I'm going to have to stand on my own two feet, and to do that, I need to at least graduate from High-School."
"You're on your own for University though." Azazel warned him coyly, his eyes twinkling in the dim light of the room "Don't give me that look! It's to help you grow more independent."
"That, and your school fees and registration apparently cut into the budget Shemhazai set up to pay for the junk he orders online." Vali smirked, Azazel pouting ineffectually at the teen's ribbing.
"Oh yes, there's someone else that's been waiting to see you." Azazel suddenly recalled, snapping his fingers before turning to the door with his usual lazy smile "You can come in now."
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