He had aimlessly walked around the treasury for what had seemed like hours. His attention span was shorter than that of a goldfish merely because he was not used to having so much free time. The director always had him doing something for the sake of Tokugawa. Now that he had been taken off his schedule, (y/n) was unsure of how to spend his time. He knew of nothing other than experiments and training.

        Just as he was about to pick up yet another coin, the portal back to reality appeared in its shimmering gold. Eager to cure his boredom, (y/n) left the treasury in search of Archer. The smell of fresh food was not enough to distract him from the light that blinded him the moment he stepped onto the other side.

        "You act as if you've never seen sunlight before," Gilgamesh mocked with a laugh.

        "Yeah, we've definitely gone out on countless daytime missions." (Y/n) was unable to think of a better reply, but he caught the king off guard with his sarcasm. His eyes stung, not used to the sun's natural light. "People actually like sunlight? How? It's annoying," (y/n) added as he adjusted his sight with a little help from his command seals.

        "It is your ignorance that keeps you from realizing the sun's true purpose. Look before you and see what my domain has to offer," Gilgamesh boasted. (Y/n) had already began to do so. His current location didn't provide much of a view, but from what he could see from the end of the street had him staring in awe.

        "This doesn't really belong to you, does it?" He took a few steps towards the massive crowd up ahead already forgetting how much the sun irritated him once he caught sight of the colors everywhere. "I'm...I'm not a kid you know!" (y/n) complained although he unconciously shook with excitement.

        "Children these days. I still don't understand why I even bother," Gilgamesh muttered to himself. "This is your first meeting with daytime and you deny yourself of it? This will not do. I even went through the trouble of waiting for this foolish event." Archer did not hesitate to lift (y/n) from the ground and sit him on his shoulders. "You two are far more alike than I thought..."

        (Y/n) didn't even think to ask him what he meant by that. "Where are we right now?"

        The arrogant laugh that followed such a simple inquiry did nothing to sway (y/n)'s curiosity in all of the moving contraptions. So many children among the adults, something (y/n) didn't see often especially considering his line of work. "This, my friend, is the Western Fair. London is quite a distance from that prison that you lived in. I would have preferred somewhere more kingly, but I suppose this will have to do for now." Gilgamesh announced. (Y/n) had already began to point at the first thing he wanted to take a look at.

        "What is that?" The enormous wheel was unlike anything he'd ever seen.

        "Surely you are not that boring? Wouldn't you rather do something else other than sit in a box in the middle of the sky. If you wanted to go sight seeing, I could have just summoned Vimana. You'd be able to see everything being so high up in the sky."

        "Then what do I do? I don't know what any of this is," (y/n) mumbled. They had already began to head into the crowd. Being on his servant's shoulders allowed him to see over the head of the massive number of people. "Maybe food would be nice." The smell of food had returned, making him immediately lose interest in the spinning machines spread out across the area.

        "The food is probably the only interesting thing here. I could care less about these foolish rides and scam tents." Despite that, Archer stopped them at one of the very scam tents he spoke of. "Pick one. I shall win it for you."

        "That's a wolf isn't it?" The white furred animal stared back at them with its lifeless eyes. "It looks like the director, frowning like that. Get that one," he requested.

        Gilgamesh approached the man running the balloon darts game and put (y/n) down. "This will only take one game. It can't possibly be that complicated," he boasted. The man seemed to smirk to himself at Gilgamesh's words, but (y/n) could have just been seeing things. Three darts had costed them five pounds for whatever reason. London's currency, or money in general, was not currently (y/n)'s specialty.

        Regardless of any money concerns, Gilgamesh picked up the first dart ready to fling it at the multicolored balloons on the wall. "If you hit the silver balloons, you any prize of your choice. Any other color means you get the normal prizes. Good luck," the man explained. Whether or not Gilgamesh had actually listened was a mystery since he threw the dart and missed entirely. The dart seemingly swerved just before hitting the silver balloon he'd been aiming for.

        "You're an Archer, aren't you supposed to be good at this?" (y/n) mumbled. He could practically feel the king's annoyance at the failure.

        Again, he threw a dart at a different silver balloon, and again it curved just enough to land between the balloons, not even scratching one. (Y/n) would have laughed if he hadn't seen the dart curve in such an unnatural way. He thought Archer would call it out, but he didn't even seem phased by the unlawful occurrence. "This is the last one," (y/n) noted. Gilgamesh let that last dart fly, and the man running the stand smirked again.
       
        A silver balloon popped having just barely been grazed by the dart. Gilgamesh had missed entirely once again, but the Gate of Babylon had its uses. Even the tiniest of portals could be made with it.

        "The wolf," Gilgamesh smugly demanded with his arms crossed.

        "You didn't hit it. It's not even on the balloon mark!" The scamming stand owner was clearly confused by Gilgamesh's impossible win.

        (Y/n) himself was about to speak, but a white haired teenager beat him to it. "I suggest you give them the stuffed animal, sir. It would be unfortunate if you were to be reported to the Holy Church. I know magecraft when I see it." The boy tilted his head with an innocent smile as if his threat was nothing at all. He seemed no older than a middle schooler, the kind (y/n) head read up on for one of his previous missions.

        Without a word, the prize was given and Gilgamesh promptly lifted (y/n) back onto his shoulders to leave. "Um, excuse me. Might I ask where you two are from?" The white haired teen had followed after them. "I don't mean to pry, but both of you are giving off a distinct magic signature," he lowered his voice as he said those words.

        Gilgamesh did not stop, but he did at least give the boy some of his attention. "Who are you and what do you want? Surely that man could have done more than to send a mere child."

        The boy laughed a bit. "Amakusa Shirou. And I have no idea what you're talking about. Your...friend there caught my attention. Those symbols on his hands are-"

        "None of your business," Gilgamesh interrupted. "If you are not an enemy, then you will leave me be. Otherwise, I'd have to ruin this festive atmosphere because of your impudence."

        "My apologies. Just thought I'd warn you that a certain group of individuals don't ask questions. Take that as you will athough it was nice to finally meet people who don't try to kill me without speaking first." Shirou left them alone, disappearing among the crowd the moment their eyes left him.

        "We wouldn't have been bothered if we had just gotten food first," (y/n) pointed out as they approached a funnel cake truck.

        "Must you complain about everything?" Gilgamesh scoffed.

        "I wonder where I get it from," (y/n) retorted. Not wanting to argue with a child, something he and (y/n) often did, Gilgamesh kept his words to himself.

        "Forget about food. Take me to the giant spinny thing. I still want to see it," (y/n) demanded.

        "If you fix yourself to give an order one more time, I'll have you walk there yourself. Do not forget who you are speaking to." Archer took him in the direction of the ferris wheel anyway. "You better enjoy this. Once it is over, I'll have to return you to that place where that fool of a man thinks he is a god. Honestly, how could a mere mongrel even dare to think he could win against me in a fight?"

        "Did you kick the director's ass?" (y/n) asked without missing a beat. The woman they were walking past stared at him in horror having heard him. You couldn't blame the poor lady. From her perspective, (y/n) was only a five year old although his true age was far shorter than that.

        "Where did you pick up such foul words. I did not teach you that," Gilgamesh questioned rather than scolding him.

        "Sakura taught me. She said that if a mage ever threatened me, I should yell that I'd-"

        "Alright, that's enough. I did not think that woman was capable of teaching such a thing."

        As they walked towards the enormous wheel, (y/n) took in the atmosphere, analyzing the people around him. He was not human, so it was only natural for him to do this. He caught a child pointing at the wolf plushie resting under his arm. It was one of the few times he was able to witness envy from someone closer to his age.

        "Something is wrong." (Y/n) suddenly felt a sense of danger that he only got during particularly dangerous missions.

        "They could have at least waited until I've had my fun. Honestly..." Gilgamesh grumbled as he put (y/n) down. "You are a capable fighter all on your own. Head to the ferris wheel and take your little joy ride. I will handle these fools."

        Three individuals dressed in similar black clothing approached them from behind, all of them mixed into the crowd. "If I get kidnapped, I'm blaming you," (y/n) said, taking the money needed for the fee from Archer's hand. His combat training wasn't much of a success since his command spells often got in the way, blasting his practice opponents away from him. It was only by the director's standards that he was weak, but he was quite a force on his own.

        Not hesitating to disappear among the fair visitors, (y/n) headed straight for the ferris wheel.
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