[ Waking up these days was never alright. But he didn't always recall immediately why he felt nauseous, completely sick to his stomach. It was probably just him thinking about the arm that rested on his left side; the one that no longer belonged to him. Shrugging it off as nothing, Emiya Shirou stood up from his futon, rolled it up and placed it in its proper place before heading into the kitchen.
He didn't know what day it was - his memory was going bad, naturally - but he'd eventually find out once he got into the kitchen to whip up some breakfast. He was pretty certain that the Holy Grail War was still going on.
It was always going on.
It never ended for him.
And once he saw Sakura in the living room/kitchen, he understood completely what this feeling was. It wasn't a good one, and it made him lose his appetite. But it was definitely apparent that he was staring at her in a shocked, frozen state, his eyes wide in something akin to fear. But there was more to it than that. He was afraid of Sakura. He shouldn't be, but he was. The memory was rising back into his head, even though he wanted to push it out. He wanted it to go away, disappear. It was just another dream...
The Sakura who was here was different from the one in his 'dream'. The one that was clouding his memory. A Sakura, transfigured in black, her hair having turned into a snow white.
"Oh, you're here, Senpai. You were so late, I thought you ran away.
I'm sorry, I'll call myself back. It was a mistake to arrange them at the exit to surprise you."
A shiver ran down his spine as the memory overtook him. But he couldn't let Sakura see the fear in his eyes, so he clenched his hands tightly as he tried to steel himself, giving the usual greeting. ]
Good morning... Sakura.