DxD:the fake Dream

Shirou's eyes widened in awe and excitement. Reinforcing a living body was exceptionally difficult and dangerous for most magi to do… though doing so properly had some very interesting results including but not limited to enhanced strength, speed, and sight. It was one of the first things the boy wanted to try to do when he learned about the particular field, and as such it was of course one of the first things the man had forbidden the boy from doing. "Really!" He asked excitedly, no doubt wondering about all the things he could do to secretly help people once he learned the art.

The man nodded with a kind face. "Yeah, but you have to show me how much you've improved… and not die… when I come home."

Ah the life of a Magus. Your research was so likely to kill you at times that at times it truly was difficult to tell if one was joking about such things…

The boy nodded with vigor. "Yeah! Just you watch! I'm gonna project something awesome for you when you get back! And it will work too!" He looked at his dad with conviction.

"Well then I better make sure to have something else good to teach you as well when I get back or else I might run out of things to teach you." Kiristugu laughed as he began to walk out of the house. "Stay safe Shirou."

"I will!" The boy responded from the door. "Where are you going anyways?"

The Magus Killer had half a mind to leave the location of his trip a secret, however in the end he decided to tell the boy anyways. Unlike the Einzbern's castle, Shirou might actually go there at one point in the future when all this was behind him…

"England…" Was all he said before closing the door behind him.

There were multiple reasons why Kiritsugu never went to the clock tower, one of the main centers of magus activity in the world. Despite the fact that the organization was extremely rich in thaumaturgy resources, research, personnel, and inspiration, he could never be at ease in the area. Part of it had to do with the fact that Asians for the most part were not warmly welcomed there. Part of it had to do with the fact that he had been for the most part a freelancer and as such was considered an outsider. Part of it had to do with the fact that he viewed the use of magic differently than the bulk of the people there. Part of it had to do with the fact that there were more than a few magi there that were relatives of those he had killed over the years…

But for the most part he didn't go simply because he just didn't like London. He was fairly used to European food and cities, however the England capital just didn't mesh well with him. The city was old and large, as such it was fairly difficult to navigate anywhere unless you had a damned good map or if you were a local. It made the city perfect for an assassin like himself to stage an accident or some other event and get off clean... which is why he tended to stay away from places like this. Even a pro could fall to a novice here if he let his guard down for a moment. It was probably part of the reason why the clock tower probably was located there in the first place. Kiritsugu was fairly certain that there were at least half a hundred bounded fields surrounding the city itself just to make it more confusing…

Still, even though the cursed man barely had any access to his magic circuits anymore and thus made him weaker than any apprentice, he still perfectly navigated himself to a small alleyway that for the most part seemed not to exist to the locals there, at least a few dozen blocks away from one of the water ways that run through the city. It was a location that he had traveled to only a hand full of times well over a decade and a half ago, however it was one of the places in this maze that he could find without any hesitation regardless.

Stepping up to the 4th door to his right, Kiritsugu paused and rolled his shoulders. His body had not taken well to the long plane ride here and it was taking a while to recover from the stiffness, also no thanks to the curse of the grail. Sighing to himself, the man casually knocked on the door in front of him 5 times and simply waited.

A minute later a woman in her middle ages with red hair opened the door. "Can I help you?" She asked with a thick Irish accent, revealing her slightly darkened teeth, a disgusting but common trait among the locals here.

"I'm here to see Sirius." Kiritsugu got to the point, speaking in fluent English. It was one of the first things that his mentor and mother figure had taught him when training him to be a freelancer. You could be the best in the world, but if you want any decent chance to get hired for a big job, learn English. To keep it simple in his words, "Money speaks English." After that, the next best languages for getting work were Mandarin, Arabic, and Spanish. He was only fairly conversational in Arabic and barely that in Mandarin. He had never had a need to touch Spanish.

"Tell him that Natalia's boy is back for one last favor." He said. The woman looked at Kiritsugu skeptically for a moment before nodding and closed the door again quietly. The man waited patiently in front of the dirty building despite his aching body and tired mind. The air was stale here and it did not help in the slightest, however his mental training during those long hard years as a freelancer had long since enabled him to surpass such meager ailments. This sensation was still nothing compared to that of his body being ripped to shreds and regenerating from moving at 4 times natural speed and Avalon being implanted in his body during his final fight against Kirei…

His musings were interrupted as he noticed the thumps of something large stomping to the front before the door flew open to reveal a massive old man with thick arms and long flaming red hair tied up in a ponytail. The monster of a human glared down at Kiritsugu with a skeptical grey eye surrounded by wrinkles and leather like skin. The two looked at one another in silence before the old man snorted. "Ya look like yer aboot ta keel over lad. It's been whut… 15 years since ya left with me work? Not a damned word from ya until 3 years ago when ya wanted info for tat blasted war in Japan, 'nd then when I thougt ya were dead, ya show up at me door with moor work?" He crossed his arms defiantly. "Ya better have a good tale for me and me kin ta make up for dis…"