Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Fate/Series. All ownership goes to Type-Moon, and other respected owners. I only own my OC's

"God damn it, I'm late!", I panicked as I looked towards the alarm clock that read, '9:00 AM'. Barely able to keep my balance, I hopped around my apartment. The people who were living in the floor below were probably pissed from the stomping around that was going on above them. I was hopping around still struggling to get my uniform on, and manage the toast in the toaster. The cherry colored wooden floors were leading me to the exit on the apartment. The Sun was shining down upon me as the cherry blossoms fell. It would have been a perfect day if I weren't over half an hour late.

With a piece of toast in my mouth, I ran, I ran holding on to that toast for dear life. Just like I had saw from my apartment, the cherry blossom peddles were dancing towards the ground. Currently, it was late Spring. Nearing the end of May.

The school that I append wasn't too far from my apartment. It was roughly seven blocks in distance. The uniform was just a normal black button up blazer, and matching dress pants.

As I continued to run, I made it to the last corner until I was at my finish line. But with my luck, I lost my breakfast with that turn. "Damn it! My breakfast! Why that of all things?! Oh well, sacrifices must be made so Sensei doesn't get too much on my ass about being late". Just as I finished turning, the stone pillar that was marked in the front of the school read, 'Sakurasou High School' (Just made that up. I don't know if it's a real place or not. I hope it isn't though).

As soon as I got in the building, I switched to my indoor shoes, then made it to my class. My classroom was 2-B. I slid open the door to the class. It squeaked open and made a loud, obnoxious noise. As I just became visible to the class, everyone was staring at me. "Ishida, what are you doing?" Sensei asked.

"Going to school why?"

"You do know first period started about forty minutes ago don't you Ishida?"

"I'm aware of that. But I still have classes so, I'm coming to school."

Sensei was looking intently towards me. She seemed to be in a worse mood than she normally is. The piece of chalk in her hand looked as though it was about to crumble into a million pieces. A fire was about to start within her eyes. "Ishida, you do know what I'm thinking don't you?"

"You're my favorite student, so you can go and take your seat". Just as I said this I heard the piece of chalk crack. The cracking sound was followed by her slowly shaking her head.

I stuck up my right index finger as I said my next remark of, "You're off the hook this time so, just don't let it happen again?" Just as I finished this, I began to see a vain pop out on her face.

"Ishida," she said with a serious tone.

"Y-yes ma'am?" I gulped out. Sensei was a scary person when she was angry. Someone wouldn't be considered normal if they weren't scared of her at times like this.

"Stand in the hallway and hold the buckets of water!"

"Y-yes ma'am…"

I walked right out of the classroom that I had only just stepped in. For some reason the buckets were right outside of the classroom, and they were pre-filled too. Did she plan for this to happen this entire time? What a cold hearted teacher. I wonder why she chose teaching as her career? She would have been better off being a military Drill Sergeant.

"God, this sucks. If I had of known that this would happen, I would have just stayed home for the day. She really is a heartless person." I thought out loud. I quickly looked over my shoulder to see if she heard that. Luckily, I seemed to be in the clear on this one.

I was standing in the hallway for about twenty minutes until the bell rang signaling the end of first period. Once that happened, I put down the buckets and went into class. As I walked in, Sensei, gave me a look that would make any man run for the hills. I tried to brush it off and then made my way to my seat.

My seat was the second from the back in the row next to the row by the window. As I sat down, I put my bag on its hook and began to take out my books for the next class. Between each class, there is a ten-minute break. This is for not only the teachers, but the students too. It gives both of them a break before the next class starts.

"Hey, Ishida," the person who sat near the window called me out. "What's that red tattoo looking thing on your left hand?"

"What are you talking about? I don't have any tattoos". When I finished saying this, he pointed to my left hand. Reluctantly, I looked at it. "W-what the hell is this thing?!" I said in shock".

On my left hand, there was a red tattoo. It kind of looked like the katakana symbol for 'Ku (ク)'. But within the symbol there was a long curved almost triangular shape in it. Then above it, there was another one too.

After I realized that there was actually a tattoo on my hand, I covered it. I have no recollection on how that thing even got on my hand. I know for a fact that it wasn't there yesterday, and I didn't notice it this morning either. Wait, was it there this morning? I don't know at all. What if the teachers see this?! I could be suspended or expelled perhaps. Everyone might call me a Yankee or a Yukuzya! People already think that due to my white hair I don't want it in writing either!

The bell rang signaling that our second class was going to start. The teacher came in with his attendance book in hand. He opened it up and began to take attendance. I'm thankful that I sit in the back of the classroom. It seems to be very handy in situations like this.

When the teacher called, "Ishida Mahiro", I only replied with a 'yeah'. I waited for him to finish and raised my right hand to get his attention. He didn't say anything, but only nodded.

"Sensei, can I use the bathroom? It's kind of an emergency". I said hoping that he would just say yes. This was the only way for me to get out of the class and try to wash this stain off my hand. If it doesn't come off, then I don't know what I'm going to do.

Sensei just nodded to my question. Right after he did that, he faced the chalk board again and continued with the lessons.

I pushed back my chair, and slipped my left hand into my pocket. Using my right hand, I opened the sliding door. It made the same squeaking sound that it did when I originally walked into the class. When I stepped out and shut the door, it made that same obnoxious sound once more. It was loud enough to give me the chills.

The restroom wasn't too far from the classroom. It was on the second floor, so it was pretty close despite that fact too. It was right next to the stairwell. I tried to walk into it nonchalantly. Even if I succeeded, my efforts were a waste. This is due to no one being in the restroom at the time. I immediately went over to the sink. I looked in the mirror and my snow white hair reflected back off of it. I was looking into my own blue eyes questioning what was wrong with me.

I twisted the faucet and the water came pouring out of it. I was constantly scrubbing my left hand, but there were no signs of this thing on my hand erasing. It looked as though it wouldn't disappear no matter how hard, or how fast I scrubbed it. "Damn it!" I said as I hit my hand against the sink. "There's really nothing that I can do to get rid of this thing on my hand is there?" I thought out loud. I put my left hand in my pocket and left the restroom.

As I was walking out I realized that I had to have been in there for at least fifteen minutes or so. After the few paces there were between the restroom and the classroom, the door squeaked opened. I walked in and the teacher looked at me. "Ishida, are you okay?" he asked.

"Honestly, Sensei, I don't feel that good. I'm going to go home for the day". As I finished saying this, he dismissed me from all other classes for the day. After changing my shoes, I stepped outside of the school.

With my bag on my shoulder, I walked away from the building questioning what the hell was going on with today? It had a bad, but yet cliché start, but then I got branded by some weird adaptation of the katakana of 'Ku'. "I just want to go back to bed, and have this day be over," I thought out loud.

I walked the few blocks that separated my apartment from the school that I attended. It wasn't that long until I made it there. Once I got to the door of the apartment, I pulled out my phone, and checked the time. It was, '11:46'. While I had my phone out, I went through my contacts and went to the one that read, 'Work'. I hit dial and held my phone up to my ear. It only took a few rings until they picked up. "Satomi's Convenience Store, how may I help you?"

"Um, Ms. Satomi, It's me, Mahiro."

"Ah, Mahiro-Kun, what did you need us for? Wait! Shouldn't you be in school young man?!"

"Well, that's the thing … I don't feel all that well today so I was calling you to let you know that I won't be able to come in for my shift tonight."

"Oh my, I hope that you're okay."

"I think I just need rest and I should be better by tomorrow. I'm really sorry"

"No, no dear, don't worry about it. The two of us should be able to handle this for today."

"Are you sure? I can still try to come in for my shift tonight if you want me to." I said for the sake of sounding polite. Hopefully she won't really need me to come in.

"I want you to get some rest. Okay, we'll see you here tomorrow. Get well soon Mahiro!"

"Thank you, I'll see you guys tomorrow"

After that I hung up the phone. I slipped it back into my pocket traded my phone for my keys. I turned the door knot to go in. "I'm home," I called out to the empty room as I was taking off my shoes at the doorway. I don't know why I always say, 'I'm home', but it always finds a way to escape from my mouth whenever I come home. I live alone so; it isn't like anyone will hear me say it either. It's probably just my head trying to sooth me with happy thoughts.

I walked straight to the back of the room, and turned left to enter my own bedroom. The apartment I lived in was a decent sized one if that. It had one bedroom, a bathroom, and a living room that was quite giving in size. The best part about this place is that it was dirt cheap so, as a student, it was easy to afford.

My bedroom was just the way that I had left it. Everything was neat about it except the bed. When I left this morning I didn't have enough time to actually make it so, I just left it as it was. I walked right over to the unmade bed and plopped down right on it. It was the feeling that I needed to try and get my mind off of this hell hole of a day.

The red brand on my left hand flashed right in front of me. The was only darkness, but that was the light within it. The weird looking Katakana was bloated to a much larger proportion than it was on my hand. I don't know what I was looking at entirely, but something felt off about this whole thing from the start.

I began to walk towards the brand, but I wasn't sure what I was walking on to begin with. It was too dark to even see my own feet. I was only able to tell that I was walking on a very dark flat surface with only the brand facing me.

"You there!" A voice echoed through the space. Those words continued to bounce off of everything and had no place of origin. I looked around, but couldn't see anything.

"Who are you?!" I called out. My words echoed like the man who first called me.

"It is rude to ask for someone else's name without giving your own first".

"I'm Mahiro Ishida. Now, who are you?"

"Ah, so you're the one that the grail has chosen as my replacement. I am Harper Yggdmillennia. A master like you chosen by the grail."

What does he mean by the grail? What's a master, and how am I one now? I have a million and one questions, but I don't have a clue on where I want to start with asking them. Does he have the answers to my questions anyways?

"What do you mean by replacement?"

"Ah, a good question indeed. I have passed away due to a servant. The war has yet to start, but the grail felt the need to replace me with another worthy master. The grail works in mysterious ways does it not?"

"What's this grail thing that you keep going on and on about? I have no idea what you're talking about here. Nothing you are saying is making any sense! I have no clue what the grail, a master, or a servant is!"

"So, that's the case is it? I felt a weak magical force coming from you so, you must have some ability. It seems like I just have to forcefully activate your circuits."

The room that was completely dark with the red brand in the background, began to be engulfed with some foreign light. It was a man that was dressed up in what looked like a professional white suit and his presence graced the surrounding areas as he descended from above. He landed right in front of me with the grace of an angle and looked me in the eye. He greeted me with a smile. Following that, his hand went on my shoulder and I felt a surge going through my body. I began to cough up blood from that and its crimson color reflected off of the pitched black flooring.

"That should just about do it". As he finished saying this, I fell to my knees. My entire body was in shock and I couldn't move an inch. I looked up at the man with the feeling of dried up blood covering some of my face. "It isn't much, but you should be able to sustain Saber for now."

"W-who's Saber?"

"Well, sorry my boy, but it seems as though my time in up. Just so you know, they're coming tonight and they know where you are. So, do us all a favor and stay alive until Saber gets there". He turned his back towards me and that light that engulfed him followed him. He held his hand up to say goodbye as he walked away. I tried to reach out to him, but my attempts were futile. In the end, I just collapsed and the room went back to black.

"Ahhh!" I panicked as I woke up. I couldn't calm down my constant panting, and my eyes were wide open not giving me the ability to shut them. "It was just a dream right?" I thought out loud. I looked around my room, and reached for the lamp that was near my bed.

The light went on and my room lit up as though Yggdmillennia was somehow in my room. I looked at my bed, and my pillow was covered in red, and filled the room with the stench of blood. "Th-that was a dream wasn't it?"

I fell into a panic attack staring at the blood stained pillow. As my heart rate increased it began to be harder and harder to breath. It was like I was pushed underground to the point where I wasn't able to obtain any oxygen. The room was spinning in circles. I couldn't feel anything; it was as though my body just went numb on me.

"No, it was just a dream! Just a very, very, very bad dream. That's all it was. I had a bad day so, it just reflected it as that. Nothing more, nothing less". I said in order to calm myself down. I feel slightly insane still due to just talking to myself. "I'll just go for a walk. That'll clear my head".

I finally changed out of the blood covered uniform. I threw on black sweat pants along with a white tee-shirt. Over the tee-shirt, I put on my black hoodie. After zipping everything up I walked to the door and put on my shoes. I stepped outside of the house and began to walk.

I looked at my phone, and it was, '20:36'. "I slept through the day huh?". The pink colored cherry blossom peddles still stuck out while the sun wasn't out. Just looking at them seemed to be able to calm me down. I began to make my way to the playground that wasn't too far away from where I lived. There was a little gate there that was the entrance to it. The only thing that made this park visible at this time of night were the street lights. I sat down on the swings with a blank state of mind.

The swing was slowly rocking back and forth as I was staring at the back of my left hand. The tattoo wasn't a dream, but it was something that wouldn't vanish either. "That Yggdmillennia guy said something about a master, servant, and the Holy Grail from Christianity, but I have no idea what any of that means. Then he said something like survive until Saber gets here. But who the hell is Saber?"

Stopping for a moment, I thought to myself without speaking for once. This could all be a delusion or being half asleep I could have been just having the continuing dream after all. I think I should just go home and go back to sleep. Unless I'm some kind of anime character th-

Out of nowhere, all the lights in the area turned off. This broke my chain of thought. I began to look towards the exit, and couldn't see anything. The lights began to flicker a bit, until they were back on. Right under the street light across the street, a man with white hair and a black trench coat began to walk towards the park that I was sitting in.

I don't know why, but I had a bad feeling about the man who was slowly approaching me from the distance. It was like I could feel his presence from that far away. I felt like a deer cornered by some predator. He had his hands in his pockets as he walked towards me slowly as if he was just some other guy on a walk.

"Geez, having to kill the same servant's master twice within the course of a day is a real pain." He complained aloud differing from his menacing appearance and the stench of iron that surrounded him.

What does he mean by that? He did say something about killing someone right? No, not about killing someone, but killing me. I was staring at him unable to move, or blink. I was frozen with fear. My body won't do what I want it to do. "Work god damn you! Work! C'mon legs move!". No matter how many times I said this they still wouldn't get up. I was glued to the swing that I was sitting in.

A weird looking sword appeared in his hand. It has an ax like tip to it. Something like an executioner would use for chopping someone's head off. "W-where the hell did he get that?!" I panicked. He rested the blade on his shoulder. Before I knew it, he was already in the park. He held a steady pace as he marched closer, and closer towards me.

"Hey, Garcon just make it easier on the both of us here. I promise that your head will come off with one swing, and you won't feel a thing when it happens. It's nothing personal, but I'm just doing my job here." The man said as he tilted his head to the side slightly obviously not enjoying his job.

B-b-b-b-but….

W-what the hell does this guy think I am? Does he honestly think that I'll just sit here and wait for death to come? No, no it's not going to happen like that! No normal person would wait for their death to come.

The man stood only inches away from me now. He readied his sword in his hand, and began to talk. "Garcon (French for Boy), have you ever realized that every year, you pass the day that you will die, but you never seem to notice it". Staring intensively at his shoulder, just so I could get the right timing on his swing. With the upwards motion of his shoulder, the ax tipped blade came swing at me.

I fell off of the swing, and onto my back. I wasn't sure if it was pure luck, or if it was fear that pushed me away from him. "Oh, seems like I missed there," he said somewhat amazed. He walked around the swing to where I was laying.

I pushed myself up onto my feet, and began to run. I ran in the opposite direction of the man in the black trench coat. His azure blue eyes looked lifeless as he began to walk towards me once more. "Kid, I told you it's not going to hurt. I'm a professional at taking heads, I know what I'm doing".

Is that … his excuse of making me feel better about this? This is honestly how I'll die isn't it? Alone, found dead, and lying face down face down in a puddle of blood. I guess I can't weaver from my fate. But just then, Harper Yggdmillennia's last words to me came to mind. 'So, do us all a favor and stay alive until Saber gets there'. So, all I have to do is dodge until this Saber person comes and helps me right? If help is coming, then I can do this.

I pivoted my foot, and turned around to face the ax-sword wielder. His eyes lit up a bit more now that I had turned to look at him. "My, my, so you actually think that you have a chance at beating me? I specialize in killing humans like you".

It probably wasn't visible to him, but my knees were shaking to the point where they could just give out on me at any moment. It was something that would make or break this entire bluff that I had going on. "Look, I don't know why you're trying to kill me, but then again, I don't know why I'm even in this mess. I do know that one thing you said earlier is definitely true".

"Oh, and what might that be?"

"It's how we pass our death date yearly, but we never seem to notice that it's there. But… I know for a fact that today isn't the day I die just yet!"

"How can you be so sure of that?" The man smiled half-heartedly.

"Simple, I'm just too stubborn, I don't want to die yet. So, I won't let you kill me".

The man seemed to find some humor in my claim. He began to laugh out into the open. "Interesting, interesting indeed! To stubborn to die? If only the other people that I had killed said that too! It would have made it just that much more enjoyable. Killing for justice, but killing is killing no matter how you look at it. I've just grown accustomed to doing it. It's what I do Garcon, so no it's nothing against you. But before I take your stubborn skull off, I want to know your name."

"The man that wants to kill me wants my name? That surely is something isn't it? Mind me asking why you want it?"

"I don't think I'll ever be able to forget someone who has your attitude towards death. That good for you?"

"…. My name is Mahiro Ishida."

"Mahiro Ishida … I see, so the only victim who was too stubborn to die name is Mahiro Ishida. I will not forget it".

"Neither will I. I plan on living here so, I don't think I can forget my own name just yet."

"We'll see about that."

"I suppose we will". Just as I finished saying this, the man in the black trench coat came charging at me with that ax-sword in hand. I closed my eyes and waited for the worst to come.

"Assassin!" A voice came from the near distance. It was closing in at a rapid rate. I opened my eyes just to see the ax-sword that was only centimeters away from me being pushed away by a shiny rapier.

"Oh, Saber it took you long enough to get here". The man in the trench coat said whose name is Assassin.

"If it wasn't for your cheap tricks, I would have been here sooner. Your ability to cancel your presence is a real pain, Sacrebleu" Said Saber.

Assassin jumped back after Saber's blade collided with his. The two of them had a standoff type of vibe filling the air.

Saber took the first move and charged at Assassin. Due to Assassin blocking it, the force of the impact crackled the ground a bit. It was hard to even tell what the two of them were doing while they were at that close of range. Everything that was going on there was all a blur from where I was standing. I heard the constant clanking of metal-on-metal as they were close.

Both of them pushed the other away from themselves. Their goal was to create distance between each other. But the distance wasn't too grand. It was only enough so that they were out of the reach.

"Assassin, you really are a coward of a heroic spirit. You kill my first master while he was sleeping. The very man that I offered my loyalty and pride to, and then you try to kill this boy here. The boy that is my only hope to continue to fight in this war still. The Grail was on my side when it gave me a second chance a fighting, and you are trying to kill him even though he is without a servant?"

"Seems to be that way doesn't it? You're right I am a coward, but beating you should be pretty easy about now. It seems like you only have about an hour or so left with you here doesn't it?"

Saber didn't say anything, but she only gritted her teeth. She must of knew that what that Assassin guy is saying is true, but I have no idea what they're talking about. I want to run away and go back home, but I can't just leave when things are like this. The two of them were facing each other and readied their weapons.

Charging at one another once more, they two blades collided and formed an 'X' like shape with each other. Sparks began to fall off of the grinding blades, and made an orange-like color that lit up the area around the two of them. Saber broke out of the lock that Assassin made with the blade, and began to fire back with a barrage of fencer like attacks. She seemed to be very proficient with jabbing her rapier at her target in battle.

It seemed as though in every area, Saber would be able to beat Assassin. But as things continued, the battle seemed to slow down to a point where I could vaguely make out what was actually going on in their battle.

Saber's rapier was much smaller, and thinner than Assassin's ax-sword type of blade. Assassin, seemed to be able to see through each of Saber's attacks, and blocked them at will. Though it was easy to tell that Saber was had him cornered due to her nonstop barrage of attacks coming at Assassin from all different angles. At first glance her plan of attack seemed to be pretty simple. She continued to swing at a speed that was hard for Assassin to keep up with. Each of her individual strikes had their own meaning to them, and were there to wear him down. She was trying to get him to the point where he couldn't block them anymore, and is waiting for the moment to land a strike.

I watched in awe. The sheer beauty of her skill with a sword was magnificent. Every move that she made had its own significant meaning behind it, and not a single step she took was a waste. Weather it was forward or backwards, or left to right.

That wasn't the end of it either. Assassin's trench coat was beginning to show the damage that Saber was going to him. Around the body and arms there were clear signs of ripped pieces cut by Saber's rapier, as well as holes poked throughout the entire jacket.

Assassin seemed to be desperate at this time. He was having trouble keeping up with the skill Saber had with her sword. Assassin found a way to create distance between them, and jumped back. It didn't seem as though Saber was ready to give up on her barrage of attacks yet. Doing so, looked good at first glance, but it didn't seem to be that way from a viewer's stand point.

I was looking at Assassin. His shoulders tensed up as he raised his weapon. "Saber look out!" I called out to her. The ax-sword was swung at the level of her neck. She rolled under it, and her hat fell off while doing so. It was carried by the wind flying towards me direction. The wind placed it right in my hands.

The hat was fairly large and blue. It had a white flower, and a pink piece that stood up on it. It seemed to be one of those old timey hats that they wore in Europe a long time ago.

After rolling under Assassin's horizontal strike, Saber, with her fencing stance, jabbed her rapier just a little bit below his left shoulder. Once she pulled it out, she flicked the blade so that the blood flew off of it.

The ax-blade in Assassin's hands fell to the ground as he covered his wound. Once it fell, it began to vanish as if it was never there before. He staggered further and further away from Saber. Saber didn't move from her stance, nor did she take a step forward either. Her rapier was readied and pointed towards Assassin.

"Very well Master, I will return" Assassin groaned in pain as he began to vanish. Saber sheathed her blade and turned towards me. She began to walk closer and closer towards me.

She stopped right in front of me. I handed her hat back to her. Once she got it she put it on. The girl in front of me was charming enough to make me speechless. She had blond hair that would shine like gold. Her hair was tied into a pony tail, with her hair resting over her left shoulder. Her bangs were just about eye lever, and the sides of her hair went a little past her shoulders. She had eye's blue enough to rival the color of the sky. She wore a light blue coat with frills on the sleeves, and under it, a white dress like shirt with a pink bib like object hanging from around the collar.

I snapped out of my daze once I seen her take off her hat. "Monsieur, I would like for you to become my master. I am but a lone servant who wishes to pledge my loyalty to you. Together, the two of us will win the grail, and get the things that we desire from it. So, will you be my master?"

Author's Note: Well, writing this didn't take as long as I thought it would. I wrote this due to a really bad case of Writer's block on TWOSK, but I really love the Fate/Series so, I made this. I'm quite happy with the way this turned out, and I hope you the reader are too. If people enjoy this, then I'll continue to write it, because I enjoyed writing this so… yeah.

Anyway, it's a fourteen servant Holy Grail War a Fate/Apocrypha AU if you must know. I want to try and fill this with all OC's and I kind of need help with that. So if you're willing to help, then please fill this out and send it to me in a PM.

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Also, a special thanks to King Keith, the one who edited this for me. You should check out his work, he's awesome!