His name? thought Sakura, confused, as she heard Iri's muffled words. Why was he so determined to hide that, especially when he was quite happy to tell Irisviel.
Then, the person they were talking to responded to her.
“Woah, woah. No need to yell, you aren’t supposed to be able to. I was about to take care of that anyway", he said, clearly somewhat annoyed by her reaction, before removing the remnants of the ear muffs and the glue holding them in place.
“Sorry about that, Ms.Einzbern, but you see… I’d rather have what I just told you stay between me and you. More specifically, my name.if you could never utter it in public, it would be very appreciated. I could die if you did, you know?” he said.
What the hell?
Sakura was very wary of this person's intentions. There were reasons why someone might want to hide their name, but most of them were not good. And, if saying it might kill him, then why did he tell Irisviel.
"I don't understand. If telling people your name might kill you, then why did you tell Irisviel? And, yes, there was every need to yell. You do not just glue ear muffs to the head of someone you have only just met", she said, clearly irritated by his actions.
Then, as she was berating the idiotic blob, she heard an crashing sound behind her, and saw a wall of fire flare up in front of the man she had been talking to. Turning around, she saw what looked like another man, standing in a small crater.
Before she could ask what was going on, he addressed her.
"Your hair, is it natural? I haven't seen such a magnificent shade of color for hair in ages, and that was artificial", he asked.
Sakura looked down at the ground. Her hair and eye colour was somewhat of a touchy subject for her, even now, a reminder of the things Zouken had forced upon her. Shirou, of course, found it beautiful, as he did anything associated with her, and Sakura had generally come to terms with how she looked, but being asked if it was natural or not was like re-opening an old wound.
She wasn't even sure how to answer. Her initial instinct was to feverantly deny it, but it was hardly "artificial" in the traditional sense either, and he seemed to rather like the colour, for some reason. And, she could hardly explain the real reason behind it.
"Erm..., s-sort-of", she said, haltingly, with a sad expression on her face. "It's not the colour I was born with, but the change was permanent".