His role as Tokugawa's only master was not an easy one. The Association was more than thrilled to know that Tokugawa had successfully produced a means to defeat rogue mages, but they did not favor the fact that (y/n) was not a naturally born human.

        Just three months after (y/n)'s servant summoning, he had gained the appearance of a five year old but the intelligence of someone far older. Such was the result of his unnatural growth rate. Because of that, he had already been sent on missions to subdue mages who posed a small threat. These mission were only during nighttime hours for reasons unknown to him, and so far he hadn't failed a single one of them.

        It was mostly due to his servant, Archer, who took care of the fighting every time. It sometimes seemed like (y/n) was just merely there for entertainment, and he was okay with that. Being that Gilgamesh was practically raising him, it was natural for him to think that way. Thoughts of his supposed adventures kept down his suffering in times like these when he was strapped to a lab table.

        "His vitals are stable. Nothing out of the norm," the white haired woman spoke just before sticking a needle into (y/n)'s arm. He flinched from the unpleasant contact as other scientists began to perform various other diagnostics. "Should we try the new formula with his regular dosage?"

        Most of their words were just as blurry as his senses. Every day he had to go through these required tests set up by the director to prolong his life. The man seemed to despise him, yet made sure that nothing ever happened to the boy by anyone else's hand. That didn't mean the director himself wouldn't try anything, which was why Gilgamesh was always there watching with that same scowl. If the director made so much as a single step towards (y/n) during the treatments, he was instantly surrounded by the Gate of Babylon.

        The precautions were necessary. When the process first began, someone had injected (y/n) with a fatal poison without any authorization. The director had struck them down without mercy as the boy had began to shut down. However, when he reached (y/n), he attempted to quickly end his life without a second thought. Of course, Gilgamesh stopped him, but it was only (y/n)'s command seals that truly saved him from the poisoning.

        "Okay, that's enough medicine for now. Time to sleep." The white haired woman, who went by the name Sakura, was in charge of his health. "If you start getting dizzy when you wake up, just let me know." She flashed him a genuine smile as she helped him down from the table and led him to the capsule room.

        The staff consisted of nameless individuals who were also possibly homunculi. He often felt their stares of jealousy or curiousity on him whenever Sakura took him anywhere. He was the only one given special treatment afterall.

        "There are more missing..." (y/n) mumbled as they entered the facility where artificial life forms were stored.

        The director had told him that they were all his siblings, but he trusted Sakura's explanation instead. "You're not one of them. You're far more human than you think, I promise." And (y/n) truly believed this despite what the other administrators called him.

        "They're just going some place else is all. Don't worry yourself with them. They're inferior to you," she spoke nicely despite what she was implying. (Y/n) never forgot anything, including the details of his servant summoning. He only assumed that the missing "children" were being forced to do the same.

        "Here we are," she announced, letting go of his hand. Out of instinct, he grabbed hold of her lab coat desperate to have something to hold. Despite his incredible growth, he had yet to break out of the habit. He watched as Sakura activated the machine. The capsule opened it's automatic doors, and (y/n) stepped in. "Good night, I hope you sleep well. I'll have a gift for you in the morning." She ruffled his hair before closing the contraption.

        Off in the distance, (y/n) saw Archer watching them. He was on good terms with his servant, but he never truly knew what the king was thinking. The familiar sound of a water-like substance rushing into the capsule broke him from his thoughts. The scars on his hands, the command seals, flickered before glowing their full cyan. His body was familiar with this process, so he was rather calm during what most people would see as drowning.

        (Y/n) closed his eyes to sleep as he felt himself being lifted by the mysterious liquid. His breathing did momentarily hitch as he adapted to the new environment, but nothing else went wrong.

        "出て行け." Ever since he was born, that phrase repeated in his head every night, nonstop. He was never aware of it being that he was unconcious, but there was someone who could hear every annoying little syllable. The phrase's significance was never a mystery to the individual that heard it. He simply couldn't do anything about it until now.

        The sound is what woke him first. His command seals were already glowing, so he was combat ready the moment his eyes were open. He calmed down in an instant when he saw the familiar blonde standing in front of the glass and watched as Gilgamesh deactivated the machine.

        (Y/n) was aware that neither he nor his servant were supposed to touch the equipment in the facility, but his curiosity got the better of his usual obedience. "Rejoice, mongrel! I will be taking you on a trip," Gilgamesh announced as (y/n) stepped out of the capsule. Archer hadn't even bothered to lower his voice.

        "It's past my bedtime..." (y/n) noted as he pulled at the fabric of his drenched clothing. The pure white short set now had a gray tint to it. Sakura would usually take him to the washrooms where he'd take a morning bath and be sent in for the usual health check-in. Since she wasn't here and the lights were still off, (y/n) only assumed that it was still nighttime.

        "What does that have to do with anything?" Gilgamesh retorted, but (y/n) didn't pay his words any mind. He was already reaching up for the king to carry him. "You will take care of yourself. I am no one to be looking after some child," he added, refusing (y/n)'s wordless request. The shimmering gold ring of the Gate of Babylon appeared next to them. In that moment, the security alarms began to sound.

        "The director will-"

        "Go on. Make it quick. I'll send for you when I've finished things here. The director is of no concern to you." (Y/n) looked at the shimmering gateway in doubt. "Or do you wish to remain a soggy mess?" That got him going, but (y/n) did not fail to notice the growing impatience that Archer held. It usually arose when he was itching to show off his skills in battle, those that (y/n) often enjoyed while sitting atop the king's shoulders.

        "Please don't kill anyone," (y/n) requested before disappearing into the depths of Gilgamesh's treasury.

        The boy had only ever been here one other time. He had still been poisoned and unable to truly enjoy the sight of the abundance of gold. Even now, he had other priorities and ignored the surplus of riches in search of dry warm clothes.

        He slid down the pile of gold that he had appeared on. There didn't seem to be a map anywhere. How did Gilgamesh possibly keep up with everything in here?

        "I don't see a bath anywhere..." he spoke aloud as he took a few steps away from the pile. His command seals flashed, he himself also flinching in alarm, as he felt the atmosphere change. He stood there stunned to find a large steaming pool of water in place of the pile he was just standing on moments ago. "Or clothes...?" he ventured.

        His eyes lit up at the sudden appearance of the garments. He was so used to wearing only white all day, every day. The crimson reds and royal blues, even the emerald greens and shining blacks all sparked his interests. Such variety in clothing color was new to him.

        The bath was the perfect temperature although the clothes that he'd chosen were a bit oversized. Regardless, the garments displayed just the right colors to suit his tastes. It was as if Gilgamesh had planned all of this.

        Cleaned and dry, (y/n) finally took notice of the bountiful treasures around him. He had seen his servant always pulling various items from the portals he summoned, but (y/n) never knew what truly lay within the vaults of the great Babylonian king. Surely, there would be no problem exploring the vast collection.

        And he did just that, but even treasures can become boring after a while. "What's taking him so long?"
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Just a short arc before we get into the main story. I assure you this all has relevance, you'll see. Until next time you endearing readers!