Chapter 295 - My CO Stash #95 - Mongrel Mania by KtyouVsWriting (Fate/staynightXRWBY) (1/2)

-A Fate-crossover fic that isn't about Shirou but Gilgamesh~ And the author nailed it good, instead of having Gil being one of the ”good” peeps, he made him do what Gil would do to this clowns!

*F for Salem and her lackeys.

Synopsis: Gilgamesh's constant failures have begun to grate at him. More than anything, he just wants to succeed at something, anything. What he was not counting on was someone responding to his wish. A strange new world awaits him, one rife with conflicts that are new and old to him. This time though, he will NOT fail. The King of Heroes will accept nothing less than absolute victory.

Rated: M

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Chapter 1-3 (exceptional)

Hall of Heroes

Gilgamesh was not happy one bit, and why not? The Holy Grail, in a final act of desperation, absorbed him in an attempt to gain a vessel, but as the rules of the war dictated, only a mage could be a vessel. Servants could only add mana to the grail. The grail must have become really desperate to try and make him a vessel.

In the end, he'd failed again to secure what he had wanted and calling him upset or even angry would not be capturing the true scope of what he was feeling. It was hard to believe that some mongrel had managed to defeat him; it was even more insulting that it was the lesser pretender that had defeated him. The other one, the one who was far stronger, being beaten by him would have felt less humiliating. He was at least competent, strong, even ruthless, something to be admired. This mongrel who had cut off his arm and left him a bloodied mess, he was a bumbling fool with no concept of anything other than being a 'Hero of Justice' and blindly following his ideals.

Then again, somewhere in the back of his mind, he felt that this wasn't a completely unexpected outcome. He had been done in by a snake before, a lowly creature with barely an ounce of intelligence. Was it really unthinkable to have been beaten by a human and a faker? In hindsight, perhaps it was not. Nevertheless, he was appalled at his own failings. He most certainly had the power to take down the lesser faker, but the mistake of holding back and taunting his foe was his first and last mistake.

Gilgamesh might have died in battle, but his legend would continue to exist. Additionally, if he had lost, then there was no doubt that the Holy Grail had been destroyed. That Emiya boy had made it very clear that there wouldn't be any other way forward. The King of Heroes would shake his head if he had a physical body. The boy was naive, stupid, a complete and utter fool, but he had won the battle. The former king had even conceded victory, and it was the victors who wrote the history books. It might just be a sign that his time was long gone and Mankind would move forward without him.

Still, there were a great many things he wanted to do that he could no longer do. He was a man who had many ambitions and goals, many of them which had not come to fruition. In his current state, he was in no position to be picky about how he got to his goals. If he was willing to sacrifice the vast majority of Mankind the Holy Grail's power, then he could afford to broaden his horizon a little bit, even if it was distasteful.

”Truly, I am astonished at myself.” Gilgamesh growled at himself. ”Foiled not once, not twice, but three times.”

He was the King of Heroes, a name that denoted his superiority above all those that had come before, those that came in his time, and those that would come to be. That was what he should have been, yet here he was, no closer to what he wanted than when he had first become a Heroic Spirit. Yes, his goals did entail him being the absolute ruler of the world, not something that many humans even considered let alone were able to set out to do.

The easiest thing that he could do is just give up. He understood the human d_e_s_i_r_e to give into incompetence and failure. He would be lying if he said that he didn't harbor that very same d_e_s_i_r_e, and he would also be lying if he said that the urge wasn't strong. Could he accept another failure again? Would the next one be the final one for good? Would he be condemned to ultimate failure for all of his existence? If that was the case, would he ever be able to break free from it before insanity took over?

Then something came back to him, something that hadn't occurred to him before.

Shirou Emiya, the lesser Faker. Faker though he might be, there was something to him. His idealism was one that only a select few would ever carry, and it would be an impossible ideal to achieve in the world because only a few would only ever carry the ideals. Almost all people in the world were instinctual at heart, selfish, and capable of many acts of violence. Why bother putting on the face of a 'Hero of Justice?' Everyone called the notion foolish, which only made such a honor to be nothing more than empty.

But the Faker didn't give a damn. He just fought for what he believed until the bitter end, and although his ideals were worth less than nothing, he still fought for them, and he had won the battle.

It was simply who he was. Shirou Emiya was a Hero of Justice, like it or not. It was his identity. The war might m_a_t_u_r_e his viewpoint, but he would never give up that ideal. It was belief, plain and simple, that drove him.

”Belief, is it?” Gilgamesh chuckled in realization. ”Is that what it takes to win the battle, to win the war, even when the world is against you?”

”No matter the viewpoint you carry, what matters is who wins in the end.” He continued to lecture himself. ”The survivors are the heroes who write the final tales in legends.”

He laughed a bit more. It had been a while since he had a good laugh. A simple solution for a complicated problem. In hindsight, he should have foreseen his own folly, and now he felt a strong urge within himself.

”It might be foolish of me to make a wish now, but it's not like I have anything lose.” Gilgamesh reached a hand out in front of him. ”I d_e_s_i_r_e to return to life, to walk a path where my victory is assured fully.

He held his head high, his resolve renewed.

”Let not man, monster, or anything else stand in my way, for I am son of the King of Uruk Lugalbanda and the Goddess Rimat-Ninsun. I am the King of Heroes, one whom all heroes copy and imitate. I am the one who is feared by God and Man. I am the wielder of all the weapons and treasures of the world. Those who know my name shall quiver in fear and kneel before me.

”I am Gilgamesh, and I may be bent, but I will NEVER be broken!”

His declaration complete, he didn't realize that his wish had been heard.

And received.

Fate/Stay Night - - - RWBY

”What is this?” He rose from his prone position on the ground. ”This place… I don't recognize it at all.”

Even with all of his knowledge from the Hall of Heroes, there was nothing recognizable that he could even see. In fact, the only thing he was seeing was wildlands for as far as the eye could see, nothing that would otherwise give him a clue as to his own whereabouts. While where he was mattered to him, there was another more pressing matter.

”Why was I brought here?” Gilgamesh considered out loud. ”Why am I not a Servant? Why am I… wait… my wish… my d_e_s_i_r_e…”

Although it was barely worth considering in light of the rules of the Holy Grail War, it was the only thing he could think of. It had to have been the Holy Grail who heard his message, his defiance, his millenia-old d_e_s_i_r_es reignited. Either that, or Alaya had released him from the rules and regulations of being a Heroic Spirit. On second thought, both options were borderline ridiculous and impossible, but how else could he explain this?

”It doesn't matter.” The King of Heroes decided after a minute, getting up and checking himself over. ”I will assess my situation before committing to a course of action.”

His armor had returned to him, but a quick check told him that he also retained his casual attire attained from his time on Earth. Although his armor and his own casual wear from his own time suited him well, he admitted that the casual attire from the modern era suited him just as well. In fact, it might do him good to keep it as his default appearance. It didn't matter what he wore as he didn't care for the opinions of mongrels, but he did like variety.

With nowhere set to go, the only thing to be done was to pick a way and hope for the best.

Hope… right…

With his hand shoved in his pockets, the former Heroic Spirit chose to head for what looked to be a clearing. While he could enhance his own abilities and make it there many times faster than walking, it was a drain on his energy, and he wanted to be prepared to fight if the situation demanded it.

I'm already acting so cautious. Gilgamesh clenched his hands in his pockets. That mongrel really did get to me, didn't he.

His own slightly change in attitude aside, things were going smoothly. He spent the next half an hour walking through the wilderness. The only sign of life were animals that scattered at the sight of him, with not a single human in sight. The sight of familiar animals was a sign that he had to at least be nearby human civilization. Still, it was deciding if he should be optimistic or pessimistic.

Despite the fact that he recognized the wildlife, he also took the time to take in the air and savor it. He couldn't sense a trace of human pollution anywhere. If that reading was correct, then he was in a place where there likely wouldn't be civilization, at least not a large settlement of any kind.

The only time he stopped was to grab himself some food and a drink from the Gates of Babylon, a waste to be sure, but it was easier this way. If it came down to it, he could search for food and water himself in this environment, but better to trust in what he knew wouldn't potentially be harmful to him. However good it felt to be alive, there were drawbacks to be sure. At least his divinity and god blood remained intact.

Gilgamesh had also taken the chance to take a look at himself via a mirror, and he was pleased, yet confused. He looked like a teenage version of himself, except he had all of his treasures and objects and his powers were at their peak. Many mysteries seemed to continuously pile themselves upon him, but he continued to made his way forward.

It wasn't until he came upon a very large clearing that he saw something that interested him even little bit. The forest gave way to what appears to be a field that contained a pathway that was clearly marked with a fence. This was what he was looking for. His pace quickened, but something made him stop.

He was sensing an very overt and potent source of magical power. Based on what he could feel, it reminded him of the season of fall. He also couldn't miss the presence of a human within that very same power.

At the same time he sensed this human presence, three more humans began to come to him as well. Two of the sources were relatively weak, not worth looking at for very long, but the third source, it was violent, like a rabid dog barely clinging to human sanity and intelligence. It was foul to say the least.

His eyes trained on something coming into the distance from one side of the path. It was a girl on horseback. She wore a hood, which could mean a few different things. She might be on the run, or she might be someone easily recognizable, or she could simply disliked showing her face. Still, a simple piece of clothing couldn't do much to hide her face. Brown hair, amber eyes, and somewhat decent features.

Opposite of her was another individual, one with dark skin, mint-green hair, and eyes almost as red as his own. She appeared to have hostile intent towards the girl dressed in autumn colors if her ready stance was anything to go by. What was strange was that the first girl couldn't seem to see the second girl. Moments passed and the browned-haired one disembarked, retrieved an apple from her person, then bent onto one knee and offered it to the ground.

Then the battle began. The green-haired girl pulled out two firearms and began shooting in rapid succession. The brown-haired girl responded with a staff and deft deflection with her b_a_r_e hands, at least that's what it looked like at first. When he saw a barrier flicker, he realized that this was a power, but nothing that he had seen before.

A boy with silver hair and eyes jumped into the fight. He was of the more aggressive type, launching himself into the heat of battle without so much as a care. It soon became apparent that his confidence was due to a set of prosthetic legs, probably a means to enhance his own fighting style.

With a two on one battle, Gilgamesh was content to sit in a nearby tree, conceal himself, and watch from afar. As far as he was concerned, this was entertainment. If there was something worth it for him, he might just intervene.

As it turned out, he didn't have to wait long. The lone combatant began to rise into the air and the sky itself darkened as a storm rolled in. The use of magic was now obvious, and very powerful. The King of Heroes, while perched on his branch, watched with slightly more enthusiasm. Now the odds were in favor of the lone maiden as she rained the elements upon her two opponents. The two dead mongrels resisted. It was pointless really, because they wouldn't win in the end.

Then the third presence came into play, and one look at her showed that she was determined to win this battle. Her skills in combat were leaps and bounds superior to that of her compatriots, that much he sensed. She had to be their master or their leader, someone of central authority. They way she carried herself demanded respect.

Gilgamesh was not impressed in any way. He didn't have to demand respect, ask people for it, or even earn it. Merely existing at all was enough for him to become the center of attention.

At least in my time that would be the case. He mulled to himself. But I doubt these mongrels would know of me.

He had a hunch as to what was going on, and until he had more evidence, then he would hold back; this wasn't his fight in any way. The last thing he needed was to tie up loose ends that he might create by foolishly becoming a part of this.

The battlefield began to shift. With the black-haired woman joining the fight, the tides had turned against the single maiden. She might have raw power and a lot of talent on her side, but her three enemies had more collective skill not to mention cunning. If his predictions were correct, and they always were, then she was going to die, but probably not quickly. Something about this whole thing smelled.

”The energy in this vicinity is quite immense.” He observed the battleground. ”Even those without magical know-how will realize that a battle took place here.”

If they didn't end this quickly, then witnesses would come into the mix. While it wouldn't be disastrous or even bothersome, it did limit his own choices. Any warrior with even the dullest senses would come snooping around. When that became reality, he would have to back off and retreat.

In that case, he needed to assess the magical power that the maiden was displaying. Reaching out with his own mana, he began to try and get a read on the power. It was only a second that passed by, and what he was able to discern was novel. This power, while not as ancient as himself, was enduring. He could tell that centuries of history rested with it, but looking even further, the origin of the magic went back further. Thousands of years would be the more correct age for this power. This fact alone was enough for him to make a decision; even if he hadn't seen the power himself, anything that could endure for multiple millennia was worthy of taking.

Gilgamesh rose from his perch on the tree, waiting for his opportunity. It would appear that the lone maiden had turned the tables once again, unleashing her powers and scattering her three opponents. With them all down, she grabbed her staff and made her way to the green-haired one. One look and it was clear she had the intent to kill.

If she's killing them, then her power must be secretive. The King of Heroes noted to himself. That must mean the power is important to someone.

It was too bad that she didn't see the arrow in the back, but it was too late. She was now on the ground and in serious pain. She no longer had the strength to fight back, only to beg for her life as she was held in-place by the henchmen and faced with the leader. The black-haired woman began to form something in her hand. It looked like a parasite. A black substance latched onto the face.

”She's being drained of the power.” Gilgamesh knew that it was now or never. ”Well, I suppose introductions are in order.”

He hopped down from the tree and got onto the path. With that, he began to walk at a casual pace, all the while intentionally making a lot of noise. As he expected, all heads that could turned to face him.

”Well, well well, what have we here?” He wasn't concerned about his safety. ”Some thieves trying to steal power that isn't rightfully theirs?”

He opened the Gate of Babylon, then fired.

RWBY - - - Fate/Stay Night

Cinder narrowly dodged the projectile that was launched at her along with her two minions. Everything had been going according to plan until this fool decided to meddle and with a smug look no less.

The servant of Salem took a moment to recompose herself. She needed to retrieve Amber quickly and drain the power. She had gotten half of it. When she looked up, she saw the new figure holding the prone Fall Maiden in his arms, now with a look of utter victory plastered on his face.

If something like this was to happen, Emerald had been given orders to mask all their faces so that they couldn't be identified.

”I will be taking this now.” He was positively glowing in his arrogance. ”Power like this belongs in the hands of someone who can wield it properly.”

Cinder's response was to use her semblance. She would not be denied her prize, not when it was within her grasp. Wanting to test her new powers, she launched an attack against him. He didn't have his aura unlocked, so his death was a certainty.

The she saw him bring out a shield and place it directly in front of him. She brought up the heat, but to her surprise, there was no effect. She relinquished the flames.

”Really, that's the best you can do with your new power?” He laughed at her. ”I've faced mongrels who could do so much more with much less.”

He dared to call her a mongrel?!

”Kill him!” Cinder ordered Mercury and Emerald. ”Now!”

”Do not even bother.” He threatened them. ”If one of you so much as moves in the wrong direction, then you will die.”

Cinder couldn't deny that she was in a really bad spot. Her new opponent was somehow summoning weapons from portals. She couldn't count them all, but she knew there was no way that she could dodge them all.

”Do you realize what a fool you are?” Cinder decided to see where conversation would go. ”That power can only be wielded by a woman.”

”Of course I know that, you mongrel.” He was completely unphased. ”But that will not stop me from doing this.”

With a casual attitude, he raised his arm and plunged his hand straight into his hostage's c_h_e_s_t. He then deftly ripped out the heart, dropping the girl from his arms, a bloody pool beginning to form at his feet. He then crushed the heart within his hands. This should have been the victory. The rest of the Fall Maiden's powers should have gone to her.

To her horror, she watched the other half as it instantly transferred into the man, and then it went dormant. Was the power extinguished? No, she could sense it still, but… it was like it was sleeping.

Maybe the power was not able to be used when in his possession, but he had it and she didn't.

”The power continues to deny me.” His face dropped its previous smile with a light scowl. ”No matter, I have what I came for.”

With a snap of his fingers, he unleashed a torrent of death upon them. The three of them were barely able to dodge. His previous threat had to have been fake. He hadn't intended to kill them all along, but to force them into a position of his choosing.

Cinder cleared away the smoke, but by that time, he was gone.

”No.” She clenched her hands. ”NO!”

Fate/Stay Night - - - RWBY

After that brief bout, Gilgamesh decided that it was time to do some searching around this world. Before her death, the girl known as Amber had provided him with all the information that he needed to know. A brief glimpse of her mind while her defenses were down and he obtained vital details.

This was Remnant, a world with both Humans and another species called Faunus. The Faunus were essentially Humans with physical traits resembling that of animals and creatures. This tie to animals also gave the Faunus sensory abilities that Humans were not capable of having. In many ways, they were superior to Humans, yet their numbers were considerably lower than Humans and they were discriminated against. In that sense, if the Faunus were unable to rise up against those who were inferior to them, they were weak themselves.

Humans and Faunus both fought against the Creatures of Grimm, ancient and unknown beasts who wanted nothing more than the destruction of Mankind and the Faunus. Well, ancient and unknown to most of the world. In reality, they had a master known only as Salem, and this being had backers at her beck and call. It wasn't really clear what she intended, but Humans and Faunus clearly weren't part of that equation.

To fight the Grimm, there were warriors called huntsmen and huntresses. They all used aura, the manifestation of the soul, as well as the power to use a unique semblance, a special power tied to a person's character and life experiences. Additionally, this world relied upon the trade and use of dust, a mineral unique to this world. It was dust that made this world go round. It was a cornerstone to all advanced technologies.

All of this, ultimately, was logged as secondary information. What really got his attention was the wielders of what he now knew as the power of the Seasons Maidens. Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall. All of them were blessed with the powers of the seasons, but that power was also the key to opening the gates to the greatest treasures in this world.

There were four relics that Mankind had been gifted with by the Gods of this world. They were creation, knowledge, destruction, and choice. Winter could access creation, spring knowledge, summer destruction, and fall choice. Each of the relics were located at the huntsman academies spread across the four continents.

”The power to remake this world as I see fit.” Gilgamesh, maybe in another lifetime, would have jumped immediately at the chance to create a new world. ”Would I even wish to do that? So far, these mortals have proven to be interesting sport.”

If he even did get the urge to make a new world, then he would go to Beacon Academy and retrieve the relic. For now, it was his time to explore the world. He had time, and what better way to kill that time than to go exploring, see what else was entertaining.

”The Kingdom of Vale is the closest major civilization.” The King of Heroes went through his facts. ”There might be something worth seeing there.”

Whatever reservations he had about using his powers now went out the window. There were numerous villages and settlements between himself and Vale. The less people that saw him, the better, and massacres, while nothing uncommon in the territory outside the kingdoms, were loose ends not worth being saddled with. One dead village was one matter, but a string of dead villages, and in a predictable pattern, was another matter.

Based on what he knew, most people in the world didn't have aura or or even magic. Those were reserved for warriors, and even though the proportion of warriors on Remnant compared to on Earth were far more, still the vast majority of Mankind and the Faunus did not have either aura or magic. That could work to his advantage either way.

And speaking of aura, he considered getting himself some aura. All one needed was a soul in order to generate aura. Since the Creatures of Grimm lacked a soul so to speak, they were incapable of generating aura. There were two known ways to unlock the power. The first and most common way was for someone else with aura to unlock aura. This was usually reserved for those that trusted one another enough. The lesser-known way was for aura to be unlocked via intense emotional moments.

Those were the ways that Amber knew, but Gilgamesh wouldn't bother with either way. The first one was out of the question seeing as he didn't trust anyone in this world, and his trust wasn't given out lightly. The second option was even less likely to happen as he had spent most of his emotions in the Fifth Holy Grail War.

There had to be another way. Perhaps he could force his aura to unlock itself. There was a special chant that went with unlocking aura, but since that applicable only to when there were two participants, he wasn't sure it would work.

”There's no rush.” He reminded himself. ”My magic alone can pose as my aura for now, but I will need to discern the best possible method to unlocking my aura.”

Perhaps he could trick someone to grant him aura under the pretense of it being necessary for a greater goal. Killing heroes wasn't the only thing that he was good at. He hadn't been the ruler of Uruk for nothing. A sharp mind combined with a silver tongue and a way with swaying others to his side was something he was still very capable of.

Gilgamesh had been walking on the path for some time, yet he couldn't quite tell for how long. His thoughts had interrupted his concentration in the real world. It was only the smell of something burning and searing that caught his attention.

Looking up, his eyes took in the sight. Someone had come through this village and burned it down. Buildings and structures were either destroyed or ransacked. This looked to be the work of bandits and lowlife sc_u_m, no doubt preying upon the weak so as to take what they could not make or produce themselves. Yes, the strong did overpower the weak, but if the people of this town couldn't properly defend themselves to begin with, then it was merely the weak overpowering the weaker.

Then something came at him. It was Beowolf, and if he were a normal person, he might run in fear. The only thing he did was pause in his steps and use one of his treasures to spear the creature clean through its mouth and the blade came clean out the other side.

”A primitive beast to be sure.” He observed the dissolving creature. ”Yet it has taught hardiness in the people of this world.” He looked around. ”Well, almost everyone.”

Still, these unnatural things weren't that much interest to him. If he d_e_s_i_r_ed it so, he could raze this entire village himself in the blink of an eye and not even break a sweat doing so. The Grimm might be numerous in number, but they lacked true intelligence. Even the so-called powerful ones that had existed for hundreds of years and maybe even longer were only using intelligence as a means to achieve a primitive goal. There was little to be found in the Grimm, so the idea of controlling them himself wasn't appealing. Additionally, he liked the mongrels and dogs that were Mankind and the Faunus better than he did the Grimm, although they were still just mongrels and dogs.

Gilgamesh heard the sound of rubble tumbling down. His head turned and from a pile of destroyed building material, he saw something sticking out of the rubble, something was distinctly not the shape of rubble, but rather the shape of a hand, and a very small one at that, so it was a person. His curiosity getting the better of him, the demigod made his way over, careful so that he didn't dirty himself. Cleaning himself would be expend energy than he cared to use.

When he appeared only a meter before the person, he peered down. It was a child, a Faunus girl at that based on the very distinct lion ears protruding from her head. Her bright green hair went down to her waist and he could tell she was a girl due to feminine features that men could not possibly have.

It was all of these features that made him stand still and freeze in place, and only one word came from his mouth.

”Enkidu?”

I perused a bit through the Fate/Stay Night and RWBY crossover, and the one thing that really stuck out to me was a lack of Gilgamesh. Most of the stories revolves around Shirou, and while I love Shirou, I love Gilgamesh just as much. He can kick major a_s_s and if you really look into his character, he's not a completely heartless person. I will say that he's no good guy, not by a long shot, but he's not without one or two sympathetic characteristics.

This story is my response to a lack of Gilgamesh, and let me say this right off the bat. Since this is based upon the Unlimited Blade Works route, then you know that there will be no holding back. Gilgamesh is going to do whatever he wants and whatever he pleases because he can and will.

So what do you guys think? Did I royally mess up RWBY forever? Well, it's Gilgamesh, and he has a way of throwing a wrench into people's lives, so there you go. In all seriousness, please leave feedback.

A final note: because I am a huge fan of RWBY and Fate/Stay Night, I want to do justice for this story. To that end, I would like to have the help of a beta-reader, primarily for ideas and concepts and overall story-telling purposes. If you think you can help me, you can include a shoutout in a review or PM, whichever is most convenient for you.

I hope you guys enjoyed this first chapter.

”If opportunity doesn't knock, build a door.”

Milton Berle

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Chapter 2

Somewhere in Saunus

Gilgamesh's hands went limp, his whole body barely able to keep himself from falling over. Few things could catch him off guard and fewer things could truly shock him. He could count the number of times he had been in a state like the current one on two hands, and that one hand accounted for virtually his entire existence.

Enkidu was his one and only true friend. It might not have been a friend in the traditional sense, but it was his only equal. Enkidu was simply unrivaled and it was the only person that the King of Heroes considered to be his equal. No other had come even close to being his equal since.

Of course he knew that this little Faunus girl was not Enkidu, but she looked so close to it. Perhaps one day, she would grow up and m_a_t_u_r_e into a face with only a few features to match his only friend, but that didn't matter right now. All that mattered was that the perfect image of Enkidu was lying in front of him. He had to preserve that image, whatever it took. To hell with the fact that what he was thinking and doing didn't make any sense. If he wanted things to be a certain way, they would damn well be his way.

”Are you alive?” Gilgamesh let a rare caring tone inside his words, thought it sounded alien coming from his mouth, even for him.

”...” The little girl looked scared and hurt.

”My name is Gilgamesh.” The demigod tried to shift the girl into a comfortable position. ”I will save you.”

”...why does a Human want to help me?” The girl sounded empty. ”Why do you care?”

”Because I said so.” Gilgamesh forced her to face him, his words deadly serious in tone. ”I am the King of Heroes, and I have decided that your life is extremely valuable.”

The girl looked barely alive, physically and mentally. She was aware of his question, even answering him as best of her knowledge, but that was just it. There was little more going on than a mechanical answer, like a machine responding to a command given by its operator or user. For anyone else, this wouldn't have mattered nearly as much. He wasn't deluding himself one bit; if this girl looked like anyone else, he would have soundly disregarded her and left her to fend for herself.

This time though, it mattered. Anything that held a connection to Enkidu, even if by pure chance, was worth preserving.

”Can you get up?” He demanded of her. ”Are you capable of standing?”

”I…” She looked dead.

”Never mind, then.” Gilgamesh grumbled, picking the girl up in his arms. ”Hang on tight, and NO complaining.”

Using a combination of his own physical power and his magic, he began to take off at speeds impossible for any Human or Faunus to achieve. He probably could even outrun someone with a speed semblance. Although he made considerable headway in getting far away from the burning village, he had no need to. Well, until he'd found this girl, he hadn't needed to.

A minute later, he scanned his surroundings. Nobody had followed them, and there was no one around for now. With the coast clear, the King of Heroes gently set the girl down. She appeared to be barely clinging to life. It was a miracle that she was alive let alone able to utter a single word. Her willpower must be above average.

”Nevertheless, she's damaged.” Gilgamesh knew from a glance. ”I must heal her injuries first.”

He placed a hand to her forehead, rendering her completely unconscious. Once that was done, he began to use his mana to heal her. It was a simple process really. Although not specialized as a healer, he did have the means to become one. Among his many treasures, knowledge of healing was very abundant. He simply never had a use for said knowledge until now.

The demigod finished healing the girl, then set her down on a futon that he summoned. He would give her a few hours of rest before they set out. It was then that he realized what he was doing.

”You are a sentimental fool, Gilgamesh.” He admonished himself harshly. ”Enkidu is dead and will never return. This… girl… is not my friend, and she never will be.”

He almost called the child a mongrel, but he couldn't bring himself to insult her, even though she was a mongrel, even if an innocent and ignorant one. Her resemblance to his one and only friend prevented him from saying the insult. If he did, he would be insulting the memory of Enkidu, and he would rather watch the world burn than sully the memories of his only equal. Call it petty nonsense or childish thinking, it didn't matter.

”What am I doing?” Gilgamesh sat on a nearby rock and placed his head in his hands. ”I have little experience in raising children.”

He did remember his own son, Ur-Nungal, and quite frankly, the way he raised him was far from a caring and loving parent. Like any ruler, he trained his successor to be what Uruk needed: a strong and intelligent ruler. Aside from the blood tie and the official relationship, there was little that bound them in life, so even though he had been a father in the past, it wasn't enough to prepare him for this.

”No, silence your doubts.” The demigod shook his head and stood up. ”You are not a coward, and you do not back down from difficult tasks.”

The sound of something growling made him shift his head to the little girl. He didn't know her name, but he did know that she appeared to lack food of any kind. Judging by the timeframe of the attack, it was probably dinner time and she was probably… unfortunate enough to be in the wrong place at the right time.

”I should get a fire going.” Gilgamesh said to himself. ”It won't do me much good if she dies.”

With a sigh, he began to gather all the materials necessary to build a makeshift place to stay for the night, and to make sure that there were no witnesses, he concealed them within a space that only they would be able to perceive in any way.

Fate/Stay Night - - - RWBY

She opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was a light to her side. Judging by the snapping and crackling, it looked like she was near a fire. The heat was close by, but so close that she was burning up.

She lifted lifted an arm, testing her own reflexes. She felt fine, which didn't make sense considering that she distinctly remembered being injured quite badly. How had her injuries managed to to be healed without her knowing it?

”You're awake now.” A man's voice echoed. ”I was beginning to wonder if you were permanently damaged… or dead.”

The girl raised her head. Although it was nighttime, the fire provided enough illumination for her to see what she guessed to be her savior. He was hunched over, his hands clasped together in front of him. He had hair that was gold, the brightest gold she had ever seen, and the fire only made his hair all the more stunning. His eyes too were intense, a shade of blood-red, and they were looking at her right now. The face she didn't recognize, but he looked strong, he looked powerful. He didn't look like a nobody.

”Well, are you going to say something, girl?” He asked her with a bit of bite. ”It's impolite to address your savior with silence.”

”Why did you save me?” She asked the first question. ”Nobody's ever done anything nice for me before.”

”Like I said previously, you mean something to me.” He answered her as if the answer was obvious. ”Do the details really matter? You are alive and well.”

She still had questions, but who was she to ask more questions from someone who clearly went out of his way to help her when no one else in her life had ever done anything nice for her? She was a Faunus, and the treatment she receive, it just was how things were. Her kind wasn't meant to stand on the same footing as Mankind. That was the life she had known ever since she could remember.

”What is your name, girl?” Gilgamesh moved the conversation forward. ”I have given you my name. Now give me yours.”

It started out as a question, but then became something of a requirement. While she didn't sense a threat or any underlying malicious intent, she felt that she had to answer him. It wasn't like she had a choice in the matter.

”My name is… Lily.” For a moment, she struggled to recall even her first name.

”Just Lily?” The man looked unsatisfied. ”No family name?”

”I don't have a family.” Lily replied, stating her words as if they were simply common knowledge. ”So I don't have a last name.”

”What happened to your family?” Gilgamesh demanded another question.

”I don't know.” Lily looked into the fire and lowered her voice to a murmur. ”They might be dead, or maybe they didn't love me. I know that I'm by myself, and nobody likes me.”

”I find that hard to believe. You were dressed and clothed as if properly cared for.” He made it a point to gaze at her to make sure of his words. ”Unless what you wear does not truly belong to you.”

”I stole it.” She answered simply, seeing no point in lying. ”I wanted to look nice for once.”

”I see.” He frowned at her words, seemingly not phased. ”Be thankful that I also mended your clothing. I cannot have you wearing rags in my presence.”

The night all around them was abuzz with sounds, but none that broke the tranquil and serene atmosphere. The controlled fire, the sound of crickets, the rustling of wind every so often, all of it compounded into a night of simple peace. While days like these weren't uncommon for the green-haired girl, this was the first time that she remembered being able to share the moment with another individual.

”Your past doesn't matter to me in the least.” Gilgamesh voiced his opinion. ”I have decided that your life will continue on, so I will be your guardian.”

”Huh?” Lily was confused. ”Like a dad?”

”Not a father.” Gilgamesh looked at her annoyed. ”That is not the right way to frame this. No, I will be more of a big brother to you.”

”Big… brother?” The idea had never occurred to her.

”I saved your life. Therefore, I will give your life meaning where you couldn't.” He proclaimed, standing up in the process. ”Follow my lead, do as I say, and you will be a person worthy of the life I have granted you.”

”But-” She began.

”I don't care that you're a Faunus, or that you're a street rat. Such things don't concern me. What concerns me is your lack of real ambition, your lack of goals.”

Instinct told her not to trust in the words of a stranger. She had been through this a few times before, and the few times that she had been lent a hand, it had ultimately done something to swindle her or hurt her. The rule of thumb was not to trust anyone and simply take what she needed to survive.

At the same time, she couldn't deny that families and friends looked nice to have. It seemed like everyone else had someone if they were ever in a pinch, but not her. She only had herself, and no one else. Even among those that didn't have a family, she was an outcast. She was a Faunus, so the Human kids treated her differently. If not outright hostility or caution, then they were… distant from her.

”I don't get it.” Lily shifted her head to get more comfortable.

”You will, with time.” Gilgamesh replied as if she should know what his words meant. ”For now, eat this.”

He handed her a bowl with a soup inside it. The smell was quite enticing on its own, but the look too was quite appealing. Deciding that she was hungry enough to eat, she took the bowl rather quickly and began to wolf down the food.

”Eat slowly.” He grilled. ”One that does not savor what they are given is not worthy of what they are given, especially considering that I made this.”

She didn't really understand too much of his fancy languages or whatever he was speaking, so she continued to eat to her heart's content. It had been a long time since she had had a proper meal.

RWBY - - - Fate/Stay Night

Gilgamesh watched the girl as she had fallen into another deep slumber, this time because she wanted to sleep. She had no family, no one to rely on. She was wary of him, but because she was a child, and judging from her behavior, she was very narrow-minded in the ways of the world. She was impressionable, so he had plenty of time to mold her into the image that he saw fit, and he would gladly do so.

”She will be strong.” The King of Heroes said. ”She will be intelligent. She will be willful. She will be by my side as my equal or my superior, nothing less.”

Just as Enkidu was his only equal, he would make this girl into his equal. If she was to be worthy enough to remain within his care, she would need to prove that she could do the things he could. It didn't matter that she was a child, and it didn't matter that the resemblance between her and Enkidu was uncanny. Even children in Uruk had to prove their own worth from a young age, lest they get ostracized and probably disowned from their own family if not outright killed. This was to be no exception and he wouldn't budge on this point.

”And speaking of Uruk,” Gilgamesh pondered softly, ”I will need to establish a cover story for myself if asked.”

Passing himself off as a person from one of the many settlements scattered around Remnant would be child's play. Many of these villages were not on any maps, or so far as Amber's knowledge told him, and since villages and settlements were often attacked, and sometimes destroyed by raiders and Grimm, there would be little in the ways of contradictions. Besides, if he said that his own hometown was destroyed, he wouldn't be lying. Uruk was long gone, not destroyed by an enemy, just by time, one of the most powerful forces in all of the universe.

”I will also need a family name.” He thought about this for a few moments. ”I suppose I could take on my kingdom's name as a means to keep the spirit alive.”

Gilgamesh Uruk. He tested the tongue on his name. It would do, although he felt strangely disappointed in it. It lacked any real creativity, and it didn't follow the rules of color-naming that this world seemed to dead-set on following. It was unusual to think that a war would sprout up all for the sake of expression or the lack thereof depending upon the perspective, and all of this was in this world's recent history.

”The Great War.” Gilgamesh looked through Amber's memories. ”A war of global scale to decide of freedom and expression were greater than order and suppression.”

Even if the reasoning for the war was taken away, it was amazing to think that the mongrels and dogs of this world even fought a war to begin with, especially considering the Grimm closing in. What genius thought it was a good up to bring all negative emotions to an all-time high? Either the people of this world were incredibly short-sighted, stupid, or they were so petty as to let their personal feelings get in the way so much. There wasn't a point to focusing on this conflict. It was eighty years in the past. It was simply a lesson to learn from, and an obvious one to the demigod.

”Tsk.” The King of Heroes gritted his teeth lightly. ”It seems that no matter where I go, Mankind is always faced with a problem. First, it was overpopulation of mongrels with no purpose. Now, mongrels and dogs warring at the wrong time.”

War and conflict always had a purpose. It was the most basic and important of primal human instinct. Mastery of this art meant that the chances of surviving and thriving were drastically increased. Perhaps if not happening on this planet, he would say that the war being fought was one that was destined to happen.

Aside from reviewing history, there was also another matter that he had to consider. The Fall Maiden, as he had predicted, was acting on behalf of her true master, Ozpin, Headmaster of Beacon Academy located in the Kingdom of Vale. Opposing the man was Salem, a mysterious witch that controlled the Grimm.

Gilgamesh wanted to know more about these two individuals. In his eyes, they were the key players in a dangerous game of chess. Both of them were gathering pieces for a war. While Ozpin had huntsmen and huntresses on his side, Salem had the Grimm and numerous rogue elements as well. His knowledge obtained from the Fall Maiden didn't allow him to know names or faces, but the Grimm weren't going to be enough to conquer this world. Even more important than the pieces on both sides were their true objectives of the leaders. While he had some theories on what they wanted, there were enough elements, known and unknown that he could not simply theorize and hypothesize for days on end.

In the end, he chose not to think about it too much. For now, he just had to think about his own future here as well as the future of the girl he had taken in. He rose from his seated position, stretching out his body to get slight soreness out of his systems. Then with silent footsteps, he approached the slumbering girl, kneeling down next to her to get a close look at her. He neither smiled nor frowned. This was Enkidu, yet it was not.

”You are Lily Uruk from now on.” Gilgamesh whispered to her, even known she could not hear him. ”Your life as a normal Faunus is now over. In the presence of Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes, you will transcend this world's limitations and become one worthy to represent myself and my old kingdom.”

While he had great expectations for her, he could not help but feel a bit hypocritical. All people should come to form their own identities through life experiences, yet he would choose to shape her for no reason other than because she looked like Enkidu. If he was true to himself, he would have left her to her fate.

Gilgamesh did not want to contend with himself. When he was selfish, no amount of logic would be able to move him.

Fate/Stay Night - - - RWBY

A few days later...

Both Gilgamesh and Lily had come to an understanding. He had strange powers unlike that of huntsmen and huntresses. She had a healthy dosage of fear for her newfound guardian, or big brother now as he insisted she call him. It was to be expected given that she was still wary, albeit hopeful that this would turn out differently than the previous times she had turned to others for help.

Besides her own development, the demigod considered himself as well. In hindsight, he should have foreseen it. Nobody save for a handful of individuals could fight against him and have a chance at defeating him. He was fortunate enough that those handful who did have a chance never finished him off. He had promised himself to never be caught off guard like that again. It would begin with himself.

”When will we start training?” Lily asked the question, though he expected it.

”When I deem you ready.” Gilgamesh responded to her offhandedly. ”Because you are not.”

To prove his point, he pulled a simple dagger from the Gate of Babylon and offered it to her. She reached for it, but then dropped it without warning, no doubt not expecting the weapon to be as heavy as it was. She tried again to lift it, and when she found that one hand wouldn't do the trick, she used both hands. Even then, she was barely able to keep the blade in front of her and keep it steady.

”This is why you are not ready.” The King of Heroes sighed while shaking his head. ”We will have to physically condition you so that you can reach your prime state.”

”What does that mean?” The girl asked.

”...it means you need to get stronger.” Apparently, children weren't well-versed in more complex wording. ”A lot stronger.”

”Oh…” Lily thought about this for a moment, then smiled. ”Okay then!”

”That was quick.” Gilgamesh muttered to himself. ”I expected a fight.”

The only reason that the two of them hadn't gotten to Vale faster was primarily that there was no real hurry to do so. Although Gilgamesh wasn't one to prefer tranquility and solitude, he didn't mind it right now. It was a good time to formulate a long-term plan as well as consider his position in this world. Aside from one loose end, he was in the clear. Nobody wanted to kill him, nobody knew who he was, and nobody cared. He was free to create his own legacy on this world at his own pace.

”I'm hungry.” Lily spoke out of the blue with her request. ”Can we eat?”