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Fate/Stay Night: Chapter Red

Chapter 01- Are you my master!

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He could hear it, the sound of a gargled voice above him. Shirou Emiya knew he was dying, the man in blue spandex made sure of that when he ran him through the heart with his spear. Was this really how it was going to end for him? Would he die here not being able to save a single person? He had made a promise to his late father, that if he ever became a magi that he would use that power to save someone's life. But now... It looked as if that... Wouldn't be possible.

Why was everything red? Red had suddenly invaded his blurring vision. Was this what everyone who was about to bite it saw before the end... Red? Shirou's vision finally went black, and all was silent. Then he awoke.

He was sore all over. His body screaming for him to stay stationary. He was panting heavily as he forced himself to sit up. It was still dark out and he was still in the dark hallway where the man in blue had stabbed him. He shakily place a hand over his still burning injury and saw the crimson liquid that coated his hand.

"I'm alive?" he asked himself, his voice barley above a whisper.

He forced himself to his knees as he began to cough. His brain was running a thousand miles a minute, nothing but nonstop questions. The first being how was he still alive? He turned his head to see something glittering in the dark, a ruby-red gemstone. Shirou crawled over to the red gem and held it firmly in his grasp, he needed to leave this place.

He struggled to stand on his wobbly legs. He took a deep breath and leaned against the wall for support. Once he took one more moment to collect himself, and headed down the hall.

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It took Shirou a good while, but he finally made it home. He slid open his door and practically collapsed onto the floor. He propped himself against the wall and ran a hand over his now closed injury. Nothing that happened tonight made any sense to him.

"Who were those guys?" he wondered. "They weren't ordinary human's. Spirits maybe? No. They were all too real and they tried to kill each other. They nearly killed me too. No. I wasn't nearly killed, I was actually killed. But I'm still here. Someone came along and saved me... Someone brought me back to life. But who? I wish I could at least say thank you to them."

Shirou's thought's came to a halt when the sounds of bells in the night filled his ears. Someone had triggered his makeshift security system. He looked up to the source only too see his blue clad assailant from early coming down on him.

"It's him again!"

Shirou moved as quickly as his body would allow and rolled out of the way of the blue man's scarlet lance. The man's lance struck nothing but wood as Shirou hopped over a nearby coffee table and crashed onto the ground. His heart was racing as he looked for something, anything he could use to defend himself.

"Weapon! I need a weapon!" he thought frantically.

That's when he spotted the sheet metal poster his "legal guardian" accidently bashed him over the head with. This night was just kept getting worse. Well, if he already hit bottom than there was nowhere else to go but up, at least that's what he told himself.

"Trace... On." Re-enforcement magic, where would he be without it?

"I can't believe I've gotta kill the same person twice in one night." said the blue suited man smugly. "Guess the human worlds a bloody place no matter the era."

The blue clad man removed his lance from the hard wood and skillfully twirled it as he faced his victim. His scarlet orbs narrowed when he saw the rolled up poster Shirou held give off a faint glow. The lance wielding man smirked at the sight, things were finally starting to get interesting.

"Sorry kid, but this time you're goin' straight to the afterlife." the lancer said as he stalked towards his prey.

Shirou stood firm. "Component materials strengthening..."

His assessment was interrupted when the lancer finally pounced. His lance easily bypassed Shirou's guard and tore into his flesh. Shirou winced from the pain but didn't drop his weapon. The lancer smirked as he pulled back his weapon. "That's a rather odd trick. It's feint but I sense manna in you. Makes sense, at least that explains how your still breathing after I skewered your heart."

Shirou began to back away slowly while grasping his now bleeding arm.

The blue clad lancer tightened his grip on his lance all while giving Shirou a toothy grin. "This is gonna be fun after all!"

Shirou's eyes widened when the blue lancer made a mad dash for him. He swung his lance against Shirou's makeshift weapon with a loud clank. Shirou's felt his arms growing numb as the lancer's multiple strikes began to mangle the poster. Shirou's tried his best to defend himself but was clearly outmatched.

The blue lancer gave a mighty swing that sent Shirou through two wooden doors on the other end of the room. He struggled to make it to his feet as his body ached from the strike. He looked up at his opponent in fear as he hurled his weapon with the intent of piercing his skull.

Shirou rolled out of the way and tried his best to make it down the hall of his home. He knew his attacker was coming for him, so he decided to change the venue by jumping through a window to his backyard. Shirou landed painfully on the ground as shattered glass surrounded him.

He tried to take a second to catch his breath but couldn't as the lancer came from out of nowhere and struck him in the ribs with a powerful kick. Shirou screamed from the pain and the sheer force alone sent him flying into a nearby shed.

"I was kind enough to give you a chance kid, but you blew it." said the blue assailant as he threw his lance over his shoulder.

Shirou somehow made it to his feet despite the pain and ran into the shed a quickly as he could, much to the lancer's annoyance. "Geeze! man up already damn it."

Unknown to both of them, fate was taking shape.

Shirou staggered deeper into the shed as he tried to formulate a plan. The sound of footsteps coming near caused him to turn around to see his attacker's lance incoming. He unfolded the poster into a makeshift shield to protect himself, but it shattered like glass upon impact.

Shirou lied on the ground... Defeated.

"Checkmate. That last move was pretty surprising kid. Hmph, this was more fun than I thought I'd be. From what you've just shown me it's quite possible that you're the seventh master." said the lancer as Shirou sat up to face his doom. "Well, even if you were, it doesn't matter now."

"No way." Shirou though. "I just a second chance to live, so I'm not gonna be killed that easily. There's no way he's gonna take me without a fight, I have to live and fulfill all of my obligations... And I can't do that if I'm dead."

The power began to build. The pieces were beginning fall into place. Shirou was so wrapped up in his thoughts he didn't feel the stinging sensation on the back of his hand.

"I still have more in me! I'm not gonna die at the hands of a bastard like you!" Shirou roared.

The power had finally reached a critically point, the seventh master had finally been selected. But who would be chosen to serve? The seventh had a catalyst for a specific servant, but that one was currently unavailable. The Holy grail would have to choose another, one that was close enough.

Light engulfed the shed and nearly blinded both occupants. "The seventh servant is here?!" said a surprised lancer.

He was even more surprised when he was forced to block a sword strike that sent him flying out the shed and across the yard in a burst of crimson energy. Once the light faded, Shirou was face-to-face with armor, and a lot of it. A figure small in stature but covered head to toe in armor with small splashes of red. Not only that, but they also wore a steel face-covering helm that was decorated with horns. Shirou would be lying if he said he wasn't the least bit intimidated.

The armored warrior turned to face their summoner. Their metal helm disassembling around the rest of their armor to reveal their face. They were a woman? Their eyes jade, their skin fair, and their hair blonde and held in a high ponytail with a ruff look and two bangs that framed their face.

Shirou was mesmerized.

The person before him drove their sword into the ground and stood with both dignity and grace. "You may call me Mordred, the one and only true successor to the famed king of knights Arthur Pendragon."

Shriou remained silent as the servants face morphed into a confident grin.

"Now then I ask of you. Are you the one, who is my master?"

Shirou was rendered speechless. For some reason he just couldn't speak. Perhaps it was the confusion around him? Yeah. That was probably it. Mordred was about to say something because of her master's silence and noticed the wounds he was sporting courtesy of the lancer she just removed. She also saw the command seals displayed clearly on his hand.

"Damn, that guy got you good didn't he?" before she could speak further the sounds of the lancer recovering outside caught her attention. Mordred smiled devilishly, her master could wait. Right now the enemy was outside, waiting for her. "You stay put, I'll be right back. Our pact is sealed."

Shirou could do nothing as Mordred's helm returned and she made a beeline for the lancer outside. She disappeared in a burst of speed and her sword met the lancer's lance head on. Each trading blows in a flurry of crimson energy under the moonlight.

Eventually both halted their clash and stood across from each other. The lancer's face growing an entertained smirk. Shirou had finally made his way outside only to see his new servant blitz the scarlet eyed man. She swung her sword viciously at speeds that made Shirou's jaw drop. What was more surprising was how the lancer easily kept up with her deflecting each slash with relative ease.

Mordred eventually overpowered the lancer and forced him back. The mans feet digging into the earth as he tried to hold his ground. The lancer quickly spun on his heal and made a quick dash at his crimson opponent. His speed was near blinding as he went for a lung at the armored knight's heart.

The knight saw this coming and deflect the lancer's weapon with and uppercut-like strike that dug up the ground below them. The lancer seemed almost shocked by the armored knight's sheer speed. He soon found himself on the defensive as he barely dodged a sword slash that would have removed his face.

The crimson knight began pushing the lancer back with strike after savage strike, the telltale sounds of metal colliding metal filling the night. Both warriors tried to get an edge on the other but to no avail, each strike was either countered or parried.

Lancer tried to strike at the knight's throat only for her to duck under. Seeing opening she went for a quick thrust at the man's chest but he sidestepped the strike and tried to create some distance between them. The red knight would have none of that and charged the lancer with her blade held high.

She let out a might roar as her weapon again clashed with the blue warrior's lance. Both were deadlocked as they each struggled for dominance. Lancer grunted in slight frustration as he couldn't push the knight away. The knight who was sick of the deadlock started to flare her power.

Not wanting to be caught up in whatever the knight was planning, lancer allowed the knight's weapon to slide down his lance. Once the sword made contact with the earth a small explosion of crimson came fourth and the lancer jumped as far back as he could.

"Just who the hell are you?" he asked as he avoided a vertical slash that would have torn open his chest. He jumped even farther back to create separation. He wouldn't give this knight even the smallest window to take advantage.

"What's wrong Lancer?" Mordred taunted. "Getting cold feet? You were raring to go a minute ago. Just standing there like a statue gives spearmen a bad name. If you won't come at me than I'll go to you."

"Before you do let me ask you this. Are you a Saber?"

Mordred smirked underneath her helm. "Maybe I am a Saber? Or quite possibly a berserker? Or perhaps a rider, who could say?"

Lancer let out a small chuckle as he changed his stance. "Very funny... Saber."

"That stance." Shirou said in recognition. It was the same one from when he was skewered.

"I have one more question for you. Since this our first meeting would you like to just call it a draw?"

"Surly you jest." Mordred said dryly. "You're going to fall here Lancer, tonight."

Lancer looked disappointed. "Is that so? Damn it all. My only objective was to observe. oh well."

The tip of Lancer's spear began to emit an eerie red glow. The scarlet energy surrounding it almost looked like flames. Mordred gripped her sword tighter as a wave of dread and excitement washed over her, she could feel the power building.

"Ready or not Saber I shall come to take your life!"

At blinding speeds that made Mordred's eyes go wide, Lancer moved like she'd never seen. He dug his feet into the earth and readied his arm. His lance was ready for the kill and his eyes didn't even hide his murderous intent. He was ready to put the Saber down for good.

"Gae Bolg!" he roared as his lance's energy exploded forth. A spear of red energy zig zagged through the air and towards the knight. She held up her blade in defense but the overwhelming power of Lancer attack was unreal. The explosive energy tore through Emiya's backyard and eventually... Saber's guard.

Mordred's jade orbs became as big as saucers when she found the lance's power had run her through the shoulder and hoisted her high into the air. Using all the power at his disposal, Lancer hoisted the knight above him and slammed her into the ground with nothing but brute force.

Shirou's jaw again dropped when the energy faded and Saber was left alone in a crater.

"You're very lucky Saber, you dodged my ultimate blow!" said an aggravated Lancer.

Mordred slowly sat up from in the crater and glared at her blue clad opponent. She held a hand over the new hole in her shoulder in anger. "A curse? No. That strike revered cause and effect. That spear is Gae Bolg, which means you're Ireland's child of light."

Lancer simply smiled and nodded. "Damn, I really messed up. If I use that move it has to be fatal or I'm in big trouble."

Mordred was surprised when she saw Lancer beginning to walk away.

"My master is a bit of a coward you see. You dodged my spear so he's ordering me to retreat for now."

"You craven! You're turning tail and leaving!" Mordred said, her anger rising.

"Your more than welcome to follow. But if you do you best be prepared to die." he said seriously before disappearing into the night.

"Wait!" the knight shouted, but her words fell on def ears. Mordred's clenched fist slammed into ground. "Son of a bitch!"

She forced herself to her feet much to the surprise of Shirou. "Is she really thinking about chasing after him?"

Shirou ran up to the now wounded knight. "Hey! Are you alright?" That's when he saw her injury beginning to heal, albeit very slowly. "What the hell are you?"

Mordred's helm disassembled, once again revealing her face. "I am your saber class servant, therefore call me Saber." now that she thought about it, him calling her by her actual name might not be the best idea.

"Oh... My name is Shirou, Shirou Emiya."

"Shirou Emiya, huh?" said the Saber of red.

"I live here." Shirou said nervously. "No. That's not really what I want to say."

After a few minutes of explanation, some things became clear. "So you're not a proper master. Hmph. Even still, your my master all the same."

"Isn't weird for you to start calling me master all of a sudden?" Shirou asked.

"Not really." Saber shrugged.

"Could you please just call me by my name?"

"Fine. Shirou then." the knight relented.

Shirou finally felt the burning pain on the back of his hand and noticed a symbol that was never there before. "What the hell?!"

"Those are called command seals. Try not to waste all three at once." Saber revealed. She then turned her head as if she felt something. "Hey Shirou, could you do something about this?" she motioned to the now closed wound on her shoulder.

"Wait, you're asking me? Sorry, but magic like that is way beyond me." Shirou admitted.

Saber sighed in frustration. "Whatever, I'll face them as is." she said as she hopped onto the roof. "There's two enemies outside. And since the clown in blue left I need to work out this frustration."

What do you mean there's enemies outside?! Saber?!" it was too late, she was already gone.

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Shirou ran through his home and around the corner as quickly as he could. What greeted him was a war cry and the sound of his newly acquired servant tearing into the chest of another strangely dressed man in red with snow white hair. Saber was about to deal a killing blow until another voice called out for the man in red to vanish.

Shirou was surprised when the man in red seemed to vanish into thin air. That however didn't stop Saber from charging at the other person present. Shirou couldn't make out who they were in the dark but he saw them throw some kind of gem at Saber which exploded upon impact. The ensuing explosion did little to slow Saber down, in fact it only served to annoy her.

But right before she could cleave the poor person in half, Shirou intervened. "Saber! Stop!"

And just like that Saber was frozen in her tracks. Her body shaking ferociously as she tried to disobey and bisect the person before her. She turned to Shirou with a glare that sent chills down his spine. "What the hell do you think you doing?! This is Archer's master, we'd be crazy not to take her out now!"

"You mentioned this master stuff before but I still don't understand who you really are or why your here! But if you just stop trying to randomly kill people for a second I'll listen!"

"Randomly kill people? Don't be absurd, you never turn down the chance to slay your enemy..."

"Girls shouldn't go around swinging giant swords at people! Especially if they're wounded!" Shirou scolded. That's when his golden orbs widened as he found himself staring down the business end of Saber's blade. The look on her face was outright murderous.

"The next time you refer to me as a girl I won't be able to restrain myself. You understand?"

Shirou was taken about aback by the ice cold tone of her voice and nodded in understanding. He let out a sigh of relief once the blade was nowhere near his throat. He made a mental note to never make that mistake again. He preferred to keep his head attacked to his body.

Shirou then turned his attention to the other person present as they walked into the light. She was a young woman with aqua eyes and wavy black hair which was styled with flanking twin-tails tied with black ribbons. She wore a long red turtleneck with a black skirt and stockings under brown leather flats. Shirou recognized her instantly.

"Aren't you... Rin Tohsaka?"

The girl in red simply smiled. "Good evening, Shirou Emiya."

A/N: That concludes chapter one. I had just recently gotten into the Fate series and decided to write a story about it. So anyway to make a long story Short, Mordred from Fate/Apocrypha will be filling in for Artoria Pendragon from Fate/Stay Night.

Let me know if you'd like me to continue this story and don't be afraid to throw out any idea's since I'm making this up as I go along. Enjoy the story and have an awesome day.