A/N: Alright so like, fam squad, hear me out here; all the thingimajigs I read of fate fanfics (epic gamer stories) are "Shirou goes to remnant, everything's ok now" or not that at all, and I've noticed that NO. OTHER. STORY. Even goes into the possibility of something... different. (coughcoughmonomyth) Now, let's see how a certain someone deals, not from Earth to Remnant, but from Remnant... to earth. bye lol ~Lad Lad
Four women stood before a broken man. A red riding hood, armed with scythe and skill, ready for the fight. A queen of ice, wielding a rapier with her emotions in check. A dark assassin, wielding a katana and prepared for battle. A blond brawler, eager to pounce.
Each had their weapons trailed on a tall, blond man, white-gold armour adorning him, a red cape flowing in the dark, windy wastelands, bodies and weapons trailing the battlefield. "You must pay." spoke the small Red Riding Hood.
The blond laughed, the grip on his longsword tightening. "Perhaps.".. and battle struck.
Clash, Swoosh, Slang. The noises of metal hitting metal echoed throughout the veritable graveyard of soldier and hero, red, white, black and yellow dancing with a solitary gunmetal grey, a true dance of death.
The assassin of black was brought to their knees, and beheaded. The brawler of yellow lost another arm, and succumbed to her wounds shortly after.
And now.. The queen of ice struck blades with the king. The tall blond brought his sword onto her chest, digging straight through the blessed magic that was Aura, and creating a large wound across her chest, from her lower neck to her hip.
She fell limp on the ground, crimson staining the battlefield as a red riding hood roared in distress, war-scythe at the ready, silver light leaking from her eyes. Another scream from the reaper of red sent the tall blond fell onto a knee, blood rushing out of his left leg as he, too, would meet the fate of the brawler before him.
He let out an almost silent chuckle, his grip relaxing onto the guard of his brilliant blade, Crocea Mors, the reaper of red approaching him with just as silent wrath, her red war-scythe gleaming in the fading peach-grey light of the sun, barely making it past the almost dirty clouds that flew throughout the sky.
"What.. what do you have to say for yourself?" She held back no scorn in her words, letting it run freely as she spoke, stabbing the blade of her weapon into the ground, aiming through the scope found above the middle of the shaft of the elegant scythe.
A snigger echoed the battlefield before evolving into a snicker, then a chuckle. "Ruby Rose." spoke the blond man, formerly closed eyes looking up and opening to see the angry red riding hood.
"... Do you believe in destiny?" the man spoke. A familiar tinge of regret bounced around in the woman's eyes, before they shifted into pure rage. Pure, complete, anger. She grit her teeth, her finger collapsing around the trigger.
And thus, the last moments of Jaune Arc were complete.
That is to say... on his world. Moments before his death at the hand of Ruby Rose, a voice spoke;
"My life was saved... My life was saved, so I won't lose it that easily! I need to live, to fulfill my duties, and I can't do that if I'm dead! I'm not gonna die in a place like this for no reason, by a guy like you, who kills people like it's nothing!"
Jaune Arc, the first (and last) to obtain the title of the Last King of Remnant, began laughing. He started at a snicker, then it became a chuckle. As the light shone around him, invisible to all but himself, and the contract with the Holy Grail came to it's fruition, he had only one thing to say before that which had doomed him to death;
"... Do you believe in destiny?"
The gunshot echoed clear as day to him. He knew simply because he heard it and saw it. Quite vividly, in fact. Except, the bullet stopped, moments from making contact with him.
'Fufufu. I suppose this is a decent way to end my legend. I do hope I'm not remembered as a tyrant, I suppose..' thought the Last King, his body slowly turning into blue motes of light.
'I wonder though.. what is my master like?'
Thus Kindly, He Shattered
Shirou Emiya was, if for no other reason than his actions, a good person. He fixed things. He aided people. He assisted people. He helped them in things that were beyond their power. And yet, he wasn't happy. The people who knew him, really knew him, realized his smiles were fake.
He was a good actor. A good faker, but that wasn't really important right now. What IS important, is that the friendly neighbourhood redhead has found himself in a.. precarious situation. A blue-clad man, armed with red spear, rushed at him, spear poised to strike, before...
A brief flash of light, then another man appeared out of seemingly nowhere.
Blond hair dove wildly around in the wind, brilliant silver blade in his hands as he parried the incoming blow of the spear, his armour shuffling slightly.
He brought his longsword up toward the lancer's chin, only to be evaded at the last moment by him backflipping out into the courtyard, digging his red spear into the ground.
The armoured man turned to face the red-head, his eyes closed shut and a toothy grin on his face. "Servant Saber. I'd assume you are my master?" He spoke, his voice soft yet stern, an almost noble presence stemming from him.
"I-" Shirou was cut off by the man. "No time, Master. I will deal with our friend here." He instantly appeared out in the courtyard, faster than Shirou could even track, and began the attack on the Lancer.
A jab from the spear was parried by the blade of the sword. "Hmph. It really pisses me off that I was mere moments away from preventing the summoning of a Saber servant." The Lancer spoke, met by a chuckle from said Saber. "My apologies for disappointing you, Lancer." He gave a light bow, making the Lancer grit his teeth.
Battle, once again, continued. Saber ran at him, an overhead strike, parried by the spear, and a slice from the spear parried by the sword. Saber was quickly thrust into a defensive position as Lancer began increasing the speed of his attacks, almost faster than he could block.
He held up his sword, blocking the strike of the spear, then rammed it into the ground. Lancer twirled around and struck him across the cheek with his mighty, long, shaft.
Saber grunted, bringing his left gauntlet over the wound and brushing away the blood. A smirk made it's way across Saber's face as he swung his sword once more, narrowly scraping against the lance used by Lancer.
"Grh. This is getting annoying.." Lancer took a MゴEゴNゴAゴCゴIゴNゴG stance, his shaft held between his fingers as he shouted; "FACE MY MOST UNAVOIDABLE BLOW!"
Prana shifted with the air as the spear glowed red, a frightening mist of red Prana surrounding the air that held the same place as the spear, as Lancer continued; "GAE... BOLG!"
The mist shifted and twirled before settling into a long blast of energy, and ran forth toward Saber.
Saber brought his longsword up, the red Prana making contact with it. Soon, most of the area was at least touched with the Prana as Saber managed to block the blow.
"An impressive feat of strength, alas, fruitle-" Saber was cut off as the very world seemed to slow, the attack retracting just as well as Saber's movements. The burst of Prana, scraping off of the blade, managed to hit Saber's left shoulder, blood pouring from the wound.
"Hrk.. ghuh... A-An impressive f-feat of strength, but alas, it was truly fruitless." Saber continued, left hand on the pommel of his sword, now embedded into the ground, as Saber's right hand was holding his wound.
Lancer looked almost as worse for wear, veins running from his eyes to the back of his head. He was breathing heavily, before saying; "Good grief. Seems my master wishes my return. We'll have to continue this fight another time, Saber." He spoke with malice soaked in his words, as he jumped up onto the walls of the estate and began hardcore-parkouring away.
"Well, well. It seems a-another servant has entered the fray. I will be back, Master." Saber jumped over the estate wall akin to how Lancer had, landing just outside the walls.
Shirou barely had the time to remain flabbergasted before he started running outside, after the strange man. As he walked outside, he saw a familiar red-coat toting man battling the blond, twin swords in hand, blocking the blows from Saber's sword almost expertly, if not for the fact he looked like he was having a hard time doing so.
"Saber! Stop!" Shirou shouted., as a flash of red light enveloped his hand and made it's way toward the Saber servant, who suddenly stopped in his tracks.
His chagrin was evident as his small grin turned into a small frown and he glanced over to his master. "Hmph. A.. strange tactic, Master, but I'll follow your order for now." He leaped back out of the way of the red-clad man's swords, landing at the side of his master.
The footfalls of another soon made their way to the Saber's ears, who looked past the enemy Servant to see a young woman with a black skirt and red sweater, black pigtails twirling in the wind walking out into view of both Shirou and Saber.
"Well, hello, Shirou." She spoke, her voice laced with an almost unnoticeable amount of malice that it didn't even seem to be audible.
FATE
Rin sipped her tea with a smile. After some.. minor explanations, Shirou, Archer and Saber had entered Shirou's house and all of them (save Archer) sat at the table, Saber sitting nervously cross-legged.
"So, what do you need to know, Shirou?" Rin asked, placing her tea onto a coaster on the table.
"Who is Saber? Who's the guy on my roof? Frankly, I need to know what the hell is going on!" Shirou asked, his voice growing in volume.
"I am your Saber servant in this Holy Grail War. Good grief, even with the knowledge the Grail has imparted onto me, using this as a chair is strange..." Saber rubbed his chin.
Shirou sighed, and Rin then said; "The Holy Grail War is a grand battle between magus who summon heroes from the past. The last pair of Heroic Spirit and Master are the winners. It's really just one big magic game, Shirou. Do you really wanna risk all that for some trinket?" She slowly leaned closer to Shirou, who had a frown on his face.
"I'm not too sure how I feel about you referring to one of the most sacred and desired holy relics of my time as a mere trinket..?" He trailed off.
"Rin. Rin Tohsaka. Now, Archer is surveying the area, but there could be some Servants capable of hiding from his sight. We should get you to Kirei so you can decide on whether or not to leave the war or to join it." Rin replied, turning back to Shirou and sitting back down.
"I'm really not interested in fighting a war for no reason, so I'll probably leave." Shirou murmured to himself.
"Scoff! My master, giving up so easily? Let us hope this Kirei can convince you." Saber said, throwing his hand to his mouth in mock disbelief before letting out a 'fufufu' and standing up.
"What an eccentric Saber. I wonder if he's Nero.." Rin muttered, then stood up and began walking to the door.
"Let's get a move on!" Saber said, pointing a finger into the air and skipping to the door.
STAY
Saber stood at the gates of a church with Shirou, along with Archer and Rin.
"I'll stay outside, Master. I don't really like churches. Too creepy. Have fun with the priest." He waved at Shirou, who had a confused expression on his face before he followed Rin into the walls of the Church.
Archer had a scornful expression as he practically glared at Saber, who's eyes were closed. Saber was humming happily, his sword in the dirt and his hands around it's pommel, a yellow rain-coat over him.
The sounds of crickets chirping, bugs slithering along the flowery courtyard, and the wind hitting the nearby woods were the only thing providing noise in this deafening silence.
"So, who exactly are you, Saber?" Archer asked.
"Who are you, Archer?" Saber retorted, not even sparing a glance to Archer, although he was in his astral form and... you get what I mean.
"I don't know." Archer replied. It wasn't an obvious lie. In fact, it was pretty good. But Saber was good too.
"I suppose I don't either." The blond snickered.
"Are you aware of the Battle of Canlaan?" The red-clad Servant questioned, appearing in front of the blond.
"Oh, yes. I'm Bedivere. Look at my shiny silver arm." Saber put his left elbow on the pommel of his blade as he deadpanned.
"You mean sword?" Archer asked in a genuine confused tone.
"I know what I said, Archer."
STAY
"A wish?" Shirou asked.
"Yes. Your wish for the Holy Grail- Ah. I see. Rin did not tell you. How strange. It is unlike her to withhold such... pertinent information." The priest, Kirei Kotomine, replied.
Rin had an annoyed expression on her face as she sat at the seat nearest the door, Kirei pacing around the benches with Shirou in the middle.
"Tell me what? What did she withhold, exactly?" Shirou questioned.
"The Holy Grail, at the end of the Holy Grail War, grants the winner a wish. You could use it to kill or... save any number of people." Kirei answered, putting emphasis on 'save.'
"... I see. Then I will fight in the Holy Grail War. If an evil person were to acquire it, a tragedy greater than the one ten years ago could occur." Shirou replied, though muttering the part after Holy Grail War.
"Oh? So you want to make sure nobody can cause the Holy Grail to create something worse than the Fuyuki Fire?" Kirei asked, a disturbing smile on his face.
Shirou's eyes widened as he looked back to Kirei, who's smile had returned into a sly smirk.
NIGHT
Shirou and Rin walked out to the gates of the church, exiting and meeting their servants once more.
"Saber, I've decided to fight in the Holy Grail War. Will you still fight with me?" Shirou asked, holding a hand out to the blond swordsman.
"Fufufu. Of course, Master. I will be your shield, and your sword. That I swear." Saber tilted his head downward, then walked to Shirou's side.
Rin sighed and walked a few feet away from Shirou and spoke; "Since you're fighting in this war, Shirou, you deserve to know this much, at least; I am now your enemy. The next time we meet, one of us is going to die." She glanced back at him with a serious expression.
"Hmph. I still don't get why you won't kill him now, Master, but I-" Archer was cut off by what sounded like a little girl giggling, then a little girl's voice; "Oh me, oh my, big brother. You've only spoken to her a few times but now she wants your head! You have terrible luck with women, big brother."
The echoes of steps filled their ears as Archer astralized and Saber grabbed the hood of his yellow raincoat, pulling it off and readying his blade.
Rin and Shirou both grit their teeth, then got into defensive stances.
A small girl with snow white skin and icy hair, with piercing red eyes, clad in a purple coat and white commie cap (I don't know what it's called, but it's from Almost Russia so it's probably commie.) began walking toward the duo, before stopping abruptly, and a giant, muscular figure made itself known behind her.
"I am Illyasviel von Einzbern. And you, Shirou Emiya, are going to die." She let out another playful giggle, then continued; "Get them, Berserker." and hopped into the forest.
The giant groaned out a bone-chilling roar and took out an axe-blade of stone, rushing toward the duo of Saber and Emiya.
Saber entered direct combat with the giant, before being abruptly flung across into the large courtyard near the church by a punch.
"Hmph." Saber stood up and readied his blade once more, blades clashing.
The Berserker slammed his stone axe onto the Saber, only for it to be parried by said Saber, who then threw a slice at the Berserker.
Berserker brought down his axe-sword and blocked the blow, then dashed toward Saber once more, repeatedly bringing down the stone blade unto Saber's continuous defenses, blocks and parries.
Saber ducked under a swipe and struck at Berserker's stomach, creating a gash across his chest, but his minor celebration was cut short by the wound healing itself.
"Good grief. Would you so kindly give up and die?" Saber questioned, though he was only met with growls and grumbles from the muscle giant.
"Alright, then" Saber shrugged, then finally opened his eyes. His blue orbs met the one red eye Berserker had, cold blue meeting dark gold, before the two engaged once again.
Berserker threw his left hand toward Saber, who slid under it and twirled his blade around, then stabbed the blade into Berserker's wrist.
The blond grasped the handle of the blade, then spun himself over the arm of the Berserker, avoiding a strike from the giant's sword-axe.
Saber smirked and brought his blade out of the fresh wound in Berserker, then let the tip of the blade clang against the stone before he relieved the Berserker of his left hand.
The Berserker roared and slammed his foot into the Saber, who had his guard lowered just enough for the move to work.
Saber coughed, saliva being thrown out of his mouth as he made contact with a distant fountain, the water dribbling across his body. He spotted his master, Shirou, watching, his anger over not being able to help just as obvious as Saber's hair was blond.
The blond swordsman let out a groan and stood up, just in time to roll out of the way of a strike from the sword-axe once again.
As he got up once more, the Saber noticed Berserker's wound had healed, and let out a slightly louder groan, then got back into a battle stance.
Berserker dashed at Saber with speed far exceeding Saber's own, once again trying to bring the sword-axe of stone onto Saber's head.
The Saber jumped out of the way of the blade, then tightened the grip on his blade, and stabbed the blade into the Berserker's chest.
Saber grit his teeth and shouted; "Take this, Berserker! Strike Air!" A massive burst of air and Prana alike surrounded the blade Saber used, before being released in a brilliant flash of light that created a large hole in the Berserker, causing said Berserker to fall to his knees, lifeless.
Saber began panting heavily, looking over to his Master, who was watching from the sidelines, then further noticing his Master running toward him with a nervous expression.
"Master, what are you-?" Saber questioned, being cut off by his Master saying; "No time, let's move!", then grabbing the swordsman's hand and running away from the Berserker's corpse.
Berserker's corpse glowed a bright red, and his eye lit up once more, then his wound began to close.
Saber grit his teeth, then heard a loud whirring sound. He looked back at the regenerating Berserker, his Master following suit, only to be blown back by a massive explosion, along with his Master.
Berserker's regeneration was cut short by that blast, and Saber slowly rose, coughing and sputtering.
"What on earth was that? Master, are you..?" He trailed off, looking at the bloodied body of Shirou Emiya, several pieces of rubble embedded in his back, his face in the ground.
"Fuck." Saber deadpanned.
UNLIMITED
Shirou awoke with a pained moan, rising from his makeshift bed, looking at his surroundings. He had several bandages around his torso, and near him was Rin Tohsaka, sitting on her knees, a worried smile on her face. "Hmph! So you're finally awake. I was expecting you to be out longer, given your wound. Come, now. I'm sure Saber is worried."
She got to her feet, holding her hand out for the red-head, who accepted it reluctantly. He followed her to the kitchen/dining area of his house, then the dojo that was near it. There he saw the familiar sight of his blond Servant- only he was in large blue robe that clung to his exterior, a regal white shirt visible under the robe.
"So you've awoken. Fufufu. At least you can take a hit, little one." The Servant stood up, revealing himself to be an entire foot taller than him(apparently). Shirou's brows furrowed, before he sighed, smiled and replied; "Thank you. For the help, that is." The perpetual smile, closed eyes and lack of overall expression other than those features did not clue many in to what he could be thinking, if at all.
"How interesting. Never the less, you are welco-" A grumble from the taller blond's stomach interrupted their conversation, as the black-haired magus chimed in; "Oho? It seems a mighty Servant such as yourself falls under simple human desires.", a smug smirk on her face.
A light red faded on his face, before he said; "Y-yes, It would seem so." and scratched the side of his cheek.
Shirou let another smile cross his face and began walking back to his kitchen, saying; "I think I can help with that."
BLADE
Saber gave out a hum of delight as he bit into the Spicy Mapo Tofu, savouring the delight.
Rin looked at her bowl with curiosity, but did not consume it.
Shirou ate the Tofu all the same.
Their quiet dinner was interrupted by the door slamming open, with the figure of Taiga Fujimura appearing from it.
The red-head in a silver coat shouted; "Shirou-kuuun! I'm hung- HRK!" She practically froze at the sight of Tohsaka and the strange blond, before continuing; "Hey! Tohsaka! What are you doing here?!"
"Oh? I think the better question is what are you doing here, Ms. Fujimura? Leeching off of your student?" She let out a haughty giggle as she held her open hand in front of her mouth.
"Hng-! Hey, that's not what's going on! Tell her, Shirou!" She turned to the red-headed body, as he visibly winced, and said; "... D-.. Don't make me a part of this please."
Taiga's expression quickly fell as she grumbled and sat down, then glanced over to the blond; "Wait, who are you?"
Emiya froze then glanced at Rin, who shrugged, before Shirou said; "Well.. He's a friend of Kiritsugu's and came to visit him."
Taiga nodded solemly. The rest of the dinner was spent in moderate silence after Taiga got her bowl, save for some of her questions.
The meal was enjoyable. Saber had a decent time interacting with the denizens of this era.
It was too bad about tomorrow.
WORKS
A/N: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE So anyways guys, this is the start of the... Actually this is a sequel to Servant; Avenger and I will be continuing it more when Avenger is finished. And stuff. The last bit may seem a bit rushed but I really couldn't find a way for it to end. I think I made who SEIBA is a bit obvious, but I think it's okay. This won't entirely follow the plotline of Fate and stuff, but I'll try to make it as coherent as I can. Cya. bye lol ~Ladirou Ladiya EDIT – First of all, I'd like to say thank you, Giuseppe for the following review; I do not speak Spanish and thus have to use Google Translate, so it is likely my response to this will be made upon uncertain/incorrect translations. I apologize in advance for this. I wholeheartedly agree that I have progressed (and condensed) too much of the story in too little time, but I do not find it necessary to explain why Jaune has become what he is as that will be explained later in the story. I will be rewriting this chapter at a later date as, personally, I intended for it to be much longer and less crack-esque. Never the less, today is not the day I will be doing that. I want to start making more chapters as soon as I can get past what seems to be writer's block (or something more like procrastionation) and learn from my mistakes of previous chapters. Thank you for the time you took to make this review and I apologize for any mistranslations.