"Yukihira, Yukihira, Yukihira," Shirou muttered as he scratched at the back of his head. "Its got to be here somewhere."
Shirou sighed. Its been a week since his fateful encounter with Jōichirō Yukihira in London.
The man was an odd one really, his posture slumped and laid back even as he had accidentally knocked Shirou over in London's market square. Of course Shirou didn't care less about the little incident, but it was when Jōichirō Yukihira's eyes widened and his posture suddenly went rigid that Shirou became concerned. Jōichirō just stared at him unmoving, eyes dialating, and face paling as his eyes brimmed with tears.
Shirou stood up and hesitantly walked over to the man.
"Y-Your shoulder," Jōichirō said without warning. "May I see it?"
Unsure of what to do, Shirou complied and rolled up the sleeve of his favorite blue and white long sleeve to reveal the small star-shaped birth mark on his shoulder.
Suddenly Jōichirō had embraced Shirou in a bone crushing hug.
"S-Shirou, I-I can't believe it." Jōichirō said as he wiped his eyes. No more words came from Jōichirō's mouth, but rather, his grip on Shirou tightened.
Shirou felt the stares of the crowd around them and couldn't help but feel slightly uncomfortable. However, he wrapped his arms around Jōichirō and allowed the man the time needed to recollect himself. Five minutes later, and Jōichirō had finally let go of Shirou.
"Who are you?" Was the first thing Shirou asked.
Jōichirō's posture relaxed and his mood seemed have increased to an unheard of level. A smile adorned his face, something in which Shirou couldn't help but admire as it mixed in so well with his long dark hair which was swept back, save for a single group of bangs that hung over his face down to his chin.
Jōichirō's sharp eyes softened, a hand raised to ruffle the slight beard on his chin as his mind worked for an answer to Shirou's question.
"I'm Jōichirō Yukihira," Jōichirō said while un-wrinkling his form fitting professional white chef's uniform. "...And I'm your father."
Flabbergasted, Shirou didn't resist as Jōichirō pulled him to a local medical clinic for a paternity test. It was two weeks later that the results came in positive.
As it would so happen, Shirou and his mother had been out on a tour of Fuyuki when the Great Fire caused by the Fourth Holy Grail War occurred. For years Jōichirō Yukihira had believed that they were both long dead, but Shirou broke that assumption within a day. Jōichirō Yukihira at the time, was left heart broken at the news and drowned his sorrows through cooking and raising Shirou's younger brother, Sōma Yukihira.
It didn't come as much of a surprise to anyone really that when the paternity test was verified, Jōichirō asked Shirou to visit their home. After a hasty explanation to Rin and Saber, Shirou was off back to Japan.
"Well," Shirou slumped his shoulders. "I guess I'm lost."
Looking around the street Shirou found himself in at present time, he couldn't fathom how fast things had escalated upon meeting his biological father, Jōichirō Yukihira. It was weird for him really, he had no experience with being an older brother, nor did he know how he should act around Jōichirō. It felt as if he was imposing on a life that was already balanced. Briefly, Shirou wondered if it would have been better had he not bumped into Jōichirō on that fateful London evening.
Before he could think further on it, a large crowd suddenly rushed into him and forced him to go with the flow. Arms brushed up against him and shoulders shoved him forward as he fought against the unrelenting crowd.
"Damn it, get out of my way!" A woman said as she forced Shirou to the side. "Don't you know he's returned!"
"All the more reason for me to do this!" A man suddenly pulled back the woman from earlier and overtook her.
"You bastard!" The woman raged and pushed on.
All around Shirou, similar conversations were occurring, all about his return. It didn't take long before the crowd thinned, all entering a single special-of-the-day type restaurant in front of him.
Raising his gaze from the paper in his hand, Shirou reluctantly entered the store.
And so signaled the start to Shirou's first day at restaurant Yukihira.
Just a thought that came to mind.
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