First of all, Main character.
Jin Enjoji (Nurarihyon Youkai).
Nurarihyon is a Japanese yōkai. In Dandadan, this youkai existence isn't confirmed yet but I will make past story that will connect this youkai with this fanfiction.
Generally, like the hyōtannamazu, they are considered a monster that cannot be caught. One can find that it often appears in the yōkai emaki of the Edo Period, but any further details about it are unknown. In folktale legends, they are a member of the Hyakki Yagyō (in the Akita Prefecture), and there is a type of umibōzu in the Okayama prefecture that can be found under that name, but it is not clear whether they came before or after the "nurarihyon" in the pictures.
Starting in the Shōwa, and Heisei eras, yōkai-related literature, children's books, and illustrated references note that the "nurarihyon" would enter people's homes in the evening when the people there are busy and then drink tea and smoke like it's their own home. It is explained that when they are seen, they would be thought of "as the owner of the house," so they wouldn't be chased away, or even noticed. They are also noted to be a "supreme commander of yōkai."
Nurarihyon presents itself with a touch of sophistication, as it dons exquisite silk kimonos or the regal attire of a Buddhist abbot. This yokai's fashion sense adds to its aura of authority and refinement.
Additionally, Nurarihyon's calm demeanor and genteel behavior reflect its role as a distinguished gentleman among yokai, inspiring respect and reverence.
Power:
Nurarihyon possesses extraordinary powers that enhance its ability to manipulate household dynamics.
Its influence is so great that even the rightful occupants succumb to its presence and authority. The mysterious yokai possesses a unique skill to materialize within homes during times of extreme busyness, reinforcing the belief that Nurarihyon preys on human distraction and vulnerability.
Once inside, it exhibits an air of sophistication while partaking in the opulence of the house.
Ability to move undetected: Nurarihyon effortlessly slips in and out of homes, leaving no trace of its intrusion, further accentuating its elusiveness.
Illusion of ownership: Through its behavior, Nurarihyon convincingly assumes the role of the household owner, leading the true occupants to believe its legitimacy.
Unmatched charisma: Nurarihyon's magnetic presence exudes an air of sophistication and elegance, captivating those it encounters. It allow him to charm the other easily.
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Below is word filler. You can skip it. I will delete this word filler and change it to fanfic information in 3 days.
Chapter 1
One miracle was called a coincidence. Two miracles were nothing more than the product of human intelligence or ingenuity.
But three miracles? A man who could summon a miracle every time he willed it... he was the very definition of hope itself.
The King of Knights, Arthur Pendragon would call such a man an ally, if only she ever had any control over her fate.
No matter how much she fought against the tide, even abandoning her sense of chivalry to match the strength of beings beyond that which could be called Heroic Spirits, all that awaited her in the end was despair.
Yet even a heartless vessel like herself had glimpsed a sliver of hope.
Her master, the one she fought with in Holy Grail War, Emiya Shirou right now fought against the King of Heroes. But she couldn't help.
Swords after swords clashed.
It was a clash of miracles that could make Gods sit back down and watch as mere spectators.
Gilgamesh had activated his most powerful Noble Phantasm, Ea, to obliterate that wretched imitation sword wielded by the foolish mongrel who dared to stand against him.
But each time those swords met, it was Emiya Shirou who walked away unscathed. He finally conjured the most powerful sword he knew, the one wielded by his partner.
A golden blade raised high above the sky in the desolate land. He prayed upon the holy sword.
─ 'EXCALIBUR!'
─ 'Enuma Elish!'
The entire area shook. Even space was distorted when the golden and dark beam clashed with each other. A catastrophic explosion happened where it clashed.
Such power.
Even as a spirit, the King of Heroes wouldn't go unscathed. This last attack proved that Emiya Shirou had reached the level that humans weren't allowed to tread on. A mere imitation could hold its own against the might of the greatest Noble Phantasm ever created by this world.
"I refuse to acknowledge you, Faker!"
But even so, Emiya Shirou was an imitator at the core. His prowess had long passed human limits. Yet he couldn't defeat the strongest Heroic Spirit.
Cracks appeared in his body. His healthy skin burned as red as his hair, black particles slowly made their way out of those cracks.
This would be the last of the young man's struggle, Gilgamesh knew this.
The golden King raised his hand.
Hundreds of magic weapons appeared around him as he pointed at his foe.
"Farewell, magus who lived for ideals. Be proud of yourself, faker, since I have judged you worthy enough to send you off with all of my treasures."
Excalibur disappeared from the boy's hands and more crack started to form. It seemed he had run out of time before Gilgamesh did. He just stared at his executioner, waiting for his fate while whispering one final message to his lover before death.
"Saber..."
Gilgamesh also noticed his absence of prana. Thus he let out a wide smirk before proclaiming his victory. "Your ending will not be your usual simple self-destruction!"
As if a punishment by God itself, the gate of Babylon was used. Each weapon aimed to kill, piercing the heart of the fool. Blood splattered from each wound as his eyes widened.
Now red as blood like his hair, his eyes rolled back as he slumped to his knees.
"Shirou!"
And Saber let out a cry in response. She saw her lover dying, she couldn't save him. So close, yet so far, her sword trembled. If she still possessed everything, things could be different... but no!
She actually felt it now. Despair clawed on her heart after knowing someone she truly cherished had fallen.
A small drop of water trailed down her cheek, followed by another droplet.
For the first time since she pulled that sword, Saber wept.
Inch by inch, she moved. Her body froze at seeing such tragedy, her mind told her to fight but what else can she do?
Emiya Shirou, the human magus whom had walked with her in this war had surpassed his limit. In front of her very own eyes, the only miracle that she had hoped for finally faded away. He died right before her.
Right there and then, Saber had lost any more hope that she ever had.
***
Then at that moment...
"Owaaahhh!" A baby's cry rang through the cold winter air.
Despite the soundproof walls and doors of the hospital, the infant's voice resonated throughout the whole building. The nurses shivered a bit at the unexpected scream, they heard. None of them expected such volume to come from a newly born child.
Another nurse ran into the ward after hearing the cry, just behind her came two people. One was a black haired middle-aged man with narrow eyes and a sharp nose, while the other was an intelligent-looking white-haired man wearing a doctor's outfit.
"Whoah, what a lively kid. I don't know if Masaki will give birth to a twin." The black haired man commented after looking at the new born infants that were sleeping peacefully.
"Don't shout in the infant room. You're being loud as usual. That is just normal." The doctor shook his head. The crying baby finally stopped, letting the silence return to the room.
Two babies lie side by side. One of them had orange-hair while the other had a darker side, nearing auburn. Their names had already been decided by the husband who stood beside the doctor. They were twins, so their names must fit each other.
"Kurosaki Ichigo, Kurosaki Shirou..." Kurosaki Isshin, said father grinned widely as he patted his old friend's back. "A good name, right?"
Ishida Ryuken let out a sigh, his usual stoic face faltering for a second as his hands made contact with his forehead.
Hopefully none of them would become as boisterous as this man here.
***
"Come on, Shirou! Don't be like that!" A nine year-old boy whined to his older brother who kept turning away from him. "Let's play!"
The boy was Kurosaki Ichigo, he inherited most of his father's looks aside from that fiery hair color of his mother.
"I have to help mom with her grocery, Ichigo. Just go play outside," Another boy with auburn hair replied.
"Eeh?" The young Ichigo let out a complaint, "But you said you would play with me!"
"Shirou, we need to go before the sun is too hot!"
"Maybe later. Mom has called already. Play with Karin and Yuzu for now."
Hearing the call of their mother, the older twin quickly bolted downstairs where Masaki was standing with a basket in her arms. Before he ran, Shirou spared a glance at his younger sibling, not forgetting to wave at him while trying to reassure the sulking kid, "Sorry. We'll play later!"
Masaki just smiled warmly upon seeing the ruckus upstairs. Both of them never changed, especially Ichigo.
She still remembered when they were newborns, Ichigo used to cry all the time, waking the family late at night while the other one barely made a sound.
On the other hand, Shirou's attitude reminded Masaki of her old friend and the last quincy. However, her son was kinder and much more energetic than how Ishida Ryuken always acted around her.
How nice to have a patient and understandable kid like Shirou.
"Are you ready? I hope the traffic isn't as crowded as usual today," She asked.
"Leave it to me!" The auburn-haired boy smiled back, grabbing the basket.
Both of them went to the market every Sunday morning. They bought everything needed for the week's meals together, especially fish since the Kurosaki family liked to eat sashimi or grilled fish lately.
"Ichigo won't stop pestering me about getting those candies."
It had become something like tradition for the brothers. Usually Ichigo would choose the snack and candy that the kids got each month using their weekly pocket money and Shirou would buy them in the market when he was out.
"Then let's buy it." Masaki chuckled.
Shirou just shrugged his shoulders. It wasn't like he liked sweets that much anyway.
Rather than eating sweets, he might like creating them more. Having someone eat his handmade cakes and cookies delightedly would make him smile wider.
"Well, maybe I'll get some bread and strawberry milk too. Ichigo likes to put off everything to the last minute, doesn't he? But he seems okay today." Masaki added.
"Karin and Yuzu wanted the ice cream." He reminded.
"Oh! Then I think we better hurry then!" A glimmer lit up in Masaki's eyes, the gleam of battle.
Moms tended to be more enthusiastic whenever it concerned their children needs. She often became unstoppable, although Masaki tried not to buy too much food like Isshin.
After shopping, Shirou and Masaki returned by walking.
He was a bright child, Isshin and Masaki didn't need to worry too much about him because he rarely caused any trouble, unlike the hot-tempered Ichigo who started a fight with delinquents sometimes. For now, Shirou just wanted to spend time with his new family.
Yes, a new family.
Both his parents didn't know the scar engraved deep inside the boy's heart, memories worth 18 years before his birth as Emiya Shirou in Fuyuki city, as well as the struggle against Heroic Spirits during Holy Grail War.
It was not exactly pleasant but the bitter feelings wouldn't resurface again anymore.
After the horrible nightmare ended, Emiya Shirou could enjoy his childhood without having to do strenuous activities like projection magecraft and sword training daily. He lived happily with his loving family members, including his cute sisters and troublesome brother.
If only he couldn't see these kinds of strange spirits.
'They are here again.' He thought, looking at various kinds of spirits walking on the road while Masaki chattered beside him.
Ghosts... in fact, there were so many wandering spirits everywhere.
Some of them wore white yukata. Some people walked alone, but some were also in groups.
Emiya Shirou had lived almost a year without noticing any ghost before he finally saw one. Since then, the number had multiplied like a plague until he reached 9 years old.
Fortunately, the ghosts ignored him for now.
'At least they don't bother us at all.'
Listening to his mother's cheerful tone was comforting in its own way. His former dad never really talked to him that much, mostly giving him advice about heroism and scolding him whenever he messed up during his training.
Now he had Masaki, and she gave him a good lecture on life every day.
They walked alongside the river near their house, the flowing stream bringing fresh air. The light rain that suddenly fell just a few minutes ago was slowing down now and would stop soon. Clouds appeared between the blue sky, obscuring the sunlight for a moment.
But...
Today was just another day for him.
"Let's return home."
Chapter 2
One of the first things Ichigo learned living with a family was this; Don't mess with big bro.
Kurosaki Isshin was strong enough even with all of the siblings joining hands to attack him, but Shirou was a monster.
So no matter what happens, don't ever mess with him! Especially when he was in the kitchen.
"Food is done! Ichigo, call father, Karin, and Yuzu." Shirou wiped his hands and placed a set of plates on the dining table. As usual, the orange head haired kid didn't listen when he was occupied. "Ichigo, what did I tell you?"
"We're twins, why should I listen to you?" Ichigo snorted.
"Just help me call the others. Or do you want to set the plates yourself?"
"Hahaha! Of course, dear big bro!"
With how Ichigo loved his food, especially those prepared by his brother, he dared not refuse the command given. Their mom's cooking didn't even come close in terms of quality. It wasn't terrible or something, but Shirou's cooking was on another level..
He didn't know how his brother could make food that delicious, but that's not important.
Moments later, the whole family gathered at the dining table after setting everything for lunch.
As usual, Isshin reacted excessively when Shirou announced that his dish was completed.
"Masaki! Our sons grow up to be such wonderful boys! Your dishes are amazing, Shirou!" Isshin wept uncontrollably as he hugged Masaki who smiled in agreement at her husband's exaggerated manner.
"Indeed. There's no more trouble for us when he can cook like this." Masaki chuckled at how happy Isshin was right now. "But I am troubled that I have no chance to cook right now. My dignity as a mom has fallen. Oh~"
"Don't worry, mom. I love your cooking." Shirou said, smiling lightly.
"Mama! Shirou-nii cooked everything! Let's eat already!" Yuzu urged.
Masaki could only shake her head in amusement as Isshin calmed down, looking expectantly at her, waiting for permission to dig into Shirou's cooking.
Their father was a weird guy to say the least, he didn't resemble any dad that Shirou knew. While Shirou didn't know much about Kiritsugu to make any comparisons, he certainly never acted like an idiot, nor did he ever joke with anyone.
Sometimes he couldn't decide if Emiya Kiritsugu was actually a cold-hearted man, leaving him with such a heavy dream and expectations, or the very reason he could become someone worthy as an Ally of Justice.
While Shirou didn't understand the man at first, he knew that Kiritsugu had always carried some sort of guilt with him and he probably thought it would be best to just die because of that sin.
"Ahhh~, they grow up so fast."
'Yes, indeed...'
Shirou might look fine from outside. But he was never the same man as he was before. No longer would he lose anything, this family had given him a precious gift that he hadn't found for a long time.
It was his resolve. A resolve he used to hold dearly in the past.
He would never waver again like last time.
It was his duty to protect everyone...
His gaze turned serious. The gleam on his eyes sharpened, the aura of 'something dangerous' around him made the air grow heavier. Something similar to his magic circuits glim for a moment before it vanished.
Whatever those things were, Shirou couldn't activate them like his magecraft right now, so that should be impossible. But it didn't mean they had lost their functions completely. If what he believed about himself was true, Shirou wasn't as powerless as he looked.
There was a way to solve his problems...
Isshin glanced at his son for a moment with a serious expression before his expression returned to the usual idiotic, loving father.
***
Things weren't as simple as Isshin had thought. After all his sons and daughters went to sleep, he sat in his clinic with his wife.
"That was Blut Vene, wasn't it?"
He looked at Masaki who stared back with a worried look.
"I felt a surge of energy in his body. Probably something similar to reiatsu," Isshin nodded. "You noticed it?"
"I'm just curious." She admitted. "It was definitely Blut."
Isshin scratched his cheek, trying to remember every detail that happened this afternoon.
To be honest, he wasn't too surprised that Shirou had developed a skill used by Quincy. His wife was one, after all.
However...
"Isn't it too fast?"
"Ryuuken's son can already use reiatsu and conjure his bow. I don't think it's too early?" Masaki suggested.
"He received Ryuuken's training. You said it yourself that he was exceptional. Not to mention, Ryuuken was a pure-blood quincy, and his son's blood is thicker than Shirou's." Isshin sighed. "This isn't something he developed out of instinct, if I didn't read it wrong."
"So you're worried?"
"Their spiritual senses are pretty much awakened, so Hollow won't take too long to find them. Maybe the amount of energy that bursts out of Shirou will attract one or two of them. Not to mention, Ichigo also seems to be able to see spirits." He crossed his arm.
"Even without me as a quincy, our children would be in danger anyways." Masaki shrugged. "Still, we will protect them. At least, until both of them are ready to stand alone."
"Right."
For now, they would protect her family, until the day those children could face danger by themselves.
"Say, if they happen to get attacked, what will you do?" Isshin asked curiously, lifting his eyebrow.
"Well..." Smiling gently, Masaki replied. "I will protect them with my life. They are my cute kids, after all."
"Masaki..." Isshin muttered softly while gazing deeply into her brown eyes. "That sounds so stupid. That's why I love you so much." His mouth formed a wide smile as he stood up and left the room.
***
Waking up at the same time with the sun rising was Shirou's daily life. He would usually go to a workshop and train his tracing magicraft after this, but not in this life.
Instead, he had a more important job to do.
"Hey, Ichigo. Wake up or you will miss breakfast."
That job was so important, why? Because his brother couldn't wake up without help.
Looking at his brother whose drool wet the pillow, Shirou shook his head. He approached the bed and was about to pinch Ichigo's nose when the boy suddenly jumped and kicked him.
Shirou immediately raised his arms and blocked it, however his brother was really strong for a kid. If it wasn't for his combat experience from fighting against stronger people like Lancer and Gilgamesh, Shirou probably wouldn't have been able to block the kick.
Then, he grabbed Ichigo's leg and proceeded to throw him out of the bed.
The boy crashed down to the floor before sitting up, staring at Shirou who stood above him.
"What was that for?! I am still sleepy!" Ichigo shouted.
"Idiot. Get ready before we run out of breakfast." Shirou chopped the younger boy's head.
"Nggg..." Ichigo gritted his teeth in annoyance while rubbing his aching head. "Stop treating me like that, geez."
"Then you can stop kicking me whenever I try to wake you up." He huffed. "Or do you want Karin to do this job? I heard she was asking whether she can help yesterday."
Unlike Shirou, Karin's way of waking him up was more... savage. And he wouldn't want to kick her instead of the older twin. And Yuzu... Well, she just jumped on top of Ichigo's body if she woke him up, upsetting the orange-head's stomach.
"No thanks! She'll definitely hit my stomach harder."
"Great. Then we agree that you won't kick me tomorrow?" Shirou offered a hand at Ichigo. "Promise me, then we can talk about breakfast. Yuzu and Karin has been waiting."
Ichigo took Shirou's hand and got up to his feet, looking away from the older twin. "Yeah, promise."
"Then go brush your teeth!"
Shirou chuckled when seeing Ichigo dashed into the bathroom while wearing his clothes, almost tripping over. Already used to taking care of troublesome people, like Taiga who often crashed into his house, Ichigo was less difficult than dealing with a wild tiger.
Ichigo would obey after a small threat or punishment. He walked out of their bedroom after tidying up Ichigo's bed and putting a blanket on his own bed.
After breakfast, Shirou planned to go out with his mom again today, but Yuzu stopped him.
"Big bro, are you going somewhere?" She asked, tugging on his sleeve.
"Well, yeah. What do you need, Yuzu?" He turned back at his sister.
Yuzu didn't need to tell him the reason since there was only one thing she wanted. Her big sad eyes were pleading for his company. "Sure. Where do you want to go today? I will accompany you."
While shopping was important, his sister's request was more urgent than missing a chance to buy some fresh vegetables. Plus, there were two oldest sons in the house.
The youngest Kurosaki beamed in a smile when her brother agreed to accompany her to play. The news lifted her mood greatly as she jumped and ran toward the front door. "Yay! Come on, Nii-chan, let's go before it gets too crowded!"
She seemed impatient after the long wait for her brother.
"Wait a little bit." He said, patting her head.
Then he looked inside the house and shouted, "Mom, I am going with Yuzu. And Ichigo, you better help mom with her groceries. Got it?"
"Have fun, both of you."
"Hey, why me?"
"You hate shopping with me, Ichigo?"
"T-That's... N-No. I like shopping with mom."
Facing Masaki's pouting face and her sparkling doe-like eyes, Ichigo flinched in fright. He immediately changed his answer.
"That's great. I am counting on you, Ichigo."
"Yeah, leave it to me."
'That settles it.' Shirou smiled and headed out with Yuzu, holding her hand.