"Some questions are best not to be answered, Atalanta-san." Liam argued before he scribbled a few names for the café. "Name for the café?"
"Hmmm, no clue." Scribbles were heard until Liam realized what it actually meant.
"No clue!?"
"Yeah, but let's come up with something, we're in a corner of the street." Azazel offered. "Liam's Corner?"
Liam blinked before giving the man a blank stare. "Dame dame." He shook his hand side to side in denial. "Too revealing."
"Apple Corner?" Atalanta suggested.
"Doesn't sound nice…"
"Ocean Corner?"
"Sounds more like a bar than a café."
"Yeah...I guess so."
"Dream Corner?" Atalanta asked before the two males gave her a look.
"Dream Corner?" Liam repeated before Azazel nodded.
"Dream Corner it is then." Liam gave the chaste huntress a smile and a thumbs up before the door opened again.
"Ummm, this store isn't open yet…" Liam blankly stated as two familiar people sighed at him.
"You know you can't just say that to your Servants, now can you, Liam?" Scáthach asked with a chuckle.
"I did not volunteer to clarify. Lancer brought me here." Assassin held his hands up, the old man laughed.
"You got a pair of nice women in your hands apparently. Good for you!" Azazel laughed, while Liam had a sweatdrop on his head.
"Well...yes...but-" Azazel was quickly pinned down by the casual looking Lancer, who pinned him with a barbed red spear onto the wall behind him, making a decent sized crack "Ano, Scáthach-san, is that necessary?"
"Yes." The Lancer gave up her answer as she looked at the man. "Can you seal your mouth shut of all the perverted thoughts?"
"Completely sealed." Azazel gestured his hand and pulled the imaginary zipper across his mouth. Satsified, the lady of the Shadow Land dismissed the spear that turned into a mist of red particles. "I'll say, you got a nice lady as a servant, the Immortal Witch nonetheless."
"Well...hehehe…" Liam chuckled nervously, while looking embarrassed as he scratched the back of his head. "Thanks..I guess."
Azazel looked onto the crack before flicking his hand and refilled the crack with magic. "That should deal with that. So, Liam-kun, do you have any magical talents?"
"Well...I'm not too keen on using prana…but…" He focused his hand before the circuits glowed blue. "Reinforcement's what I usually use to kill people and such."
"I'm disappointed with you, Liam." Scáthach shook her head in disappointment.
"It's not like its practical or anything, I just do things the old fashion style." Liam sighed at his Servant. "Mattaku…"
"But she does have a point, Liam." Ezio pointed out. "Best you learn some new trick, otherwise you'll get torn apart."
"True…"
"Then I shalt teach him with the bow." Atalanta sighed, Liam gave up another sweatdrop.
"Wait...this isn't so necessary for me." Liam held his hand out to deny the trainings.
"I don't think that's an option for you, Master…" The Lancer chuckled before she looked around. "So this is the café…"
"Eeyes…"
"Have you decided on the name?"
"Eeyes…"
"Have you decided the menu?"
"...Partially?" Liam winced as he got uncomfortable with the situation. "Gomenasai…"
"Stop apologizing for something that's not your fault…" The Lancer sighed as the other two Sercants looked at the two.
"They're acting more like lovers than servant and master." Atalanta whispered to the Assassin.
"Well, Liam does think Servants more like friends than they are as tools." Atalanta blinked before looking at the man. "He thinks that you are his equal and that he wants you to see him as his equal and not his subordinate. That's what I believe when I saw him.
"...Equal…" Atalanta let out a smile to the man.
"Which reminds me." The Assassin looked back to see alcohol being displayed by the shelf. "I need to get some cocktails."
"Is now the best time?" The Archer asked with an annoyed look.
"Every time's alcohol time, you see?" Ezio smiled before he took a bottle of gin and opened its cap before downing it.
"All men are jerks…" Atalanta grumbled.
Liam sighed as he got his back on the sofa before he snored away, sleeping soundily. The three Servants looked in amusement upon their Master. "He really is an immature child, isn't he?" Atalanta asked, Scáthach sighed.
"Not all the time." She spoke in a cryptid manner before she left for her room. "If you need I'm in my room."
Just call me if you need me, Lancer.
Why did he act like that time? He acted mature, kind and caring...was there a side-effect of him being transported here? She swears to God, if she finds that damn troll, she'll squeeze every bit of information regarding Liam out of his living crap.
She walked into her room before noticing that the whole room was re-decorated. Red walls, a queen-sized bed with purple sheets, a pair of pillows with a purple pillow placed in the middle and front of the other two. Her closet was fully furnished with white birch wood, her floor was actually polished to the point the dark oak actually looked like it was glossed over, a purple carpet being place around the bed, a damn table with a mirror with a pair of drawers to store her personal belongings, on top of the table was a card reading, 'SORRY! I ACCIDENTALLY RUINED THE ROOM! I TRIED FIXING IT! FORGIVE ME!'
Truly...her Master was the only Master she needed after this...how much trials did he faced to actually get to his current position? How much sanity did he lose that he became so childish? There were many questions and not enough answers. She can hear the muffled voice of Assassin being excited by the walls by a redecoration of his own room, which was next to hers. Why did he do this?
It was the Servant, who should serve the Master, but it seemed that…
She'll have to find out another day, she took the card and placed it on to the mirror with a piece of sticky adhesive that glued it in place. She gave out a genuine smile before she realized the condition of her Master outside. Did she really deserve this? No. But...for some unknown reason, Liam thinks she does...that is if the thought was accurate. She walked out of her room before going downstairs, his Master still sleeping on the wretched sofa that was there for the whole three days they were in Kuoh.
She went down the stairs before she caressed her Master's cheek and did the same as before, she lifted the head of her Master, and gently sat down by his side. His head placed on top of her thighs. He snuggled like before with a content smile curving on his lips. She had to get him a room. She needed to get him a room, what kind of Servant lets his or her Master sleep outside in the coldness all by himself?
Was this...how he has been living for his whole life? Scáthach rubbed her hand against Liam's cheek, coarse skin. She looked at his forearms, charred and burnt the Seals still glowing red as it began to expand to allow another three seals to grow in order to summon another Servant. She looked upon his body before she opened his shirt slowly, instead of a clean muscle toned body, she found a body filled with burns, scars, stabs and gunshot wounds. Each could have ended his life, but...he kept on living…
Her Master suffered hell. This...might be the only place he could call home and paradise. Even if it was a wretched, old sofa that he has to sleep on and no more clothes to keep him clean. The clothes looked dirty, scarred through countless battles. It was his Mystic Code, however. She frowned before giving a faint smile, whispering into his ears. "Sleep well, Master...no...Liam."