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The Holy Grail War. It won't be what it was thought to be.

It was supposed to be a Battle Royal between seven magi, and their servants. The supposed prize, an omnipotent wish granting device. The legendary Holy Grail. Of course, this is not the true grail, but a device created by the three founding families, Tohsaka, Makiri, and Einzbern.

The seven participating magi would each summon a heroic spirit to act as their champion. All of the currently chosen ones had already obtained a catalyst, an artifact with which they would use to influence which Heroic Spirit they summon. An artifact connected to the legend of their desired hero, like a mythical sword, a piece of cloth, or some literature from the hero's origin. Magi went through a lot of effort(and money) to secure the catalyst for their chosen servant.

Too bad the catalysts would be useless to all but one. Normally, in such a situation, a magus's response would be to blame a certain Wizard Marshall. In this one, they had an entire family, a village, and an Anti-Hero to blame. Not that they would know that.

Kotomine Kirei was an empty man. He took no pleasure in anything, despite all his attempts. He attempted to find purpose and fulfillment in several things, from different professions, to gaining knowledge, even attempting to start a family. Alas, nothing gave Kotomine even a sliver of pleasure.

His latest attempt at seeking purpose, was participating in the Holy Grail war. His father, Risei, had formed an alliance with the head of one of the three families, despite being a supposedly unbiased supervisor. To this extent, when Kirei had obtained his Command Seals, Tokiomi and Risei had wasted no time in deciding a servant for him and forming plans.

They had procured for him a bone mask, one that had apparently once belonged to one of the eighteen leaders of the Hashshashin. Surely, with a catalyst so closely related to the legend of the chosen servant, he would not receive anyone other than what he had been targeting right?

Unfortunately for him, and maybe fortunately for everybody else, Angra Mainyu had decided to troll everybody participating in the war.

Emerging from the summoning circle was a man with pale skin and short black hair, wearing a gray cloak with a matching vest, pants and tie and a white long sleeved shirt underneath. Resting on his waist was what appeared to be a circular sword hilt without a blade. While the man's appearance would certainly induce the thought of a modern day hitman, it wasn't what one expects a member of the Hassasshin to look like.

Assassin stared at Kotomine for a moment before looking around the room. "From a video game to a fanfic. Great." he muttered. He turned back to Kotomine. "So," he started, an Irish accent obvious, "you summoned me." Assassin stared at Kirei.

Kirei held his emotionless stare, which wasn't hard considering he was practically empty inside, and nodded. Assassin was satisfied with that.

A Week Later

Emiya Kiritsugu wasn't sure what to expect when he was given the sheath of the legendary sword, Excalibur, and told to summon Britain's King of Knights. Of course he knew that he would have to do the ritual sooner or later, but he didn't know what to expect of his servant. Would King Arthur live up to his legend and be an honorable knight that put chivalry ahead of victory? Or had the legends gotten it wrong and he was a pragmatic combatant who did anything to win?

Frankly, Kiritsugu would prefer the latter, but he was sure that the former was more likely.

But the person in front of him, the man that came out of the summoning circle, was certainly not the King of Knights. One could not even call him a man at all if it wasn't for his vaguely humanoid shape.

The Servant that appeared was wearing a white cossack with matching trim, matching black pants and shirt, combat boots, and white gloves with writing on the back. The smoke still obscured Kiritsugu's vision somewhat so he couldn't make out the writings. Not that he tried to as he was to busy staring at the servant's face.

Or what passed for a face.

Instead of a human head, the part above the servant's neck was completely made out of thorned vines which came from his chest. In the center of the mass of vines on his/it's chest was a nail.

Kiritsugu couldn't hold his reaction in any longer. "What are you?"

The vines above the neck moved around to create holes that served as stand ins for eyes and a mouth. A deep voice came out of the hole "A monster of God." He/it took a few steps towards Kiritsugu, stopping right in front of him. Now that the two were near each other the size difference was obvious. The Servant easily towered of it's master by at least a head. "A scrap of a miracle."

While Kiritsugu didn't show it, at least not by much, externally, he was disturbed by what he had summoned. "Who are you?"

The hole that stood for the servant's mouth warped into a shape that somewhat resembled a smile "Servant Beast of this Grail War."

Kayneth Archibald El-Melloi was confused. His catalyst should have ensured that he would summon Diarmud O'Dyna. Said catalyst being the remains of Diarmud's magical swords, it should have been guaranteed. So why was the person in front of him a a damned oriental?

The person in front of him was wearing nothing at all. Fortunately the smoke from the summoning circle still lingered and managed to cover his privates. He had pure, white hair, pale skin and crimson eyes and was overall a rather pretty guy. And didn't look very human. He had no weapons on his person. But even without any, Kayneth was hesitant to insult him for his race.

It wasn't the fact that he was a heroic spirit that stopped Kayneth. The man's arrogance had him assume that the title of master made him superior to whatever he would summon by default. What stopped him was the look on the boys face. It was a serene look. A friendly smile that was so convincing, you knew it held so much more underneath. And the eyes. Those crimson eyes that looked so out of place on such a friendly face.

Eventually Kayneth managed to speak "Who are you? And where is Diarmud?"

The smile never left the boy's face. "You probably wouldn't know anything about me even if I told you my name." He looked down on his chest. "I guess I should make myself more decent first." And with that sentence a white shirt and black pants materialized over his body.

Sola watched the interaction with interest. While she detested her fiancee she could not deny his talent as a magus and his family's influence. He had made sure to obtain a catalyst that was deeply connected to his servant and he had performed the summoning ritual perfectly. So even she was left wondering why this boy had appeared.

Kayneth asked more questions, determined to find something positive in his predicament. "What is your Noble Phantasm boy? Show me."

The servants reaction was to extend his hand at the direction of an unoccupied chair. An small hexagonal barrier appeared over the piece of furniture. It crashed down and demolished the chair. After the short demonstration, the white-haired servant turned back to his master.

Kayneth was unimpressed. Sure, the offensive use of a bounded field was indicative of a decent knowledge of magecraft, but he wanted a Saber. Not some Caster. And he soon put those thoughts into words. "That's it? That's your Noble Phantasm? Pathetic." He sneered. "Then again, I shouldn't have expected anything more from an oriental."

The Servant's smile lessened slightly. "I have something else of course. But I can't use it here." His smile went back to normal as he continued "Wouldn't want to destroy the building after all."

Now that had Kayneth somewhat interested. The building was well over 40 stories tall. The fact that his servant had the ability to quickly destroy a large establishment hinted to an Anti-Fortress Noble Phantasm. Perhaps the oriental could be useful after all.

Somewhat satisfies with his Servant''s responses, Kayneth relaxed and leaned back on his chair. "I suppose that will suffice. I had hoped for a Saber, but I suppose but this Caster is good enough." He mumbled to himself.

The white-haired Servant overheard his mumbling. "Excuse me, did you say Caster?"

Kayneth was once again confused. "Yes. Isn't that what you are?"

The Servant chuckled a bit before responding "I'm not a Caster. I'm a Saver."

That only served to create more confusion.

Kariya wasn't exactly sure what his detestable 'uncle' had planned for him to summon. However, judging from Zouken's expression, the man in front of him was apparently not the Servant he was expecting.

Zouken chuckled, despite being a bit surprised at the summoned servant, having decided to chalk up the unexpected Servant to his 'son's' incompetence. "Well, well, Kariya-kun. It appears that you managed to mess up the ritual. I should have expected it from you, my failure of a nephew."

Deciding to ignore Zouken's insults, Kariya turned to the person that had appeared after the ritual. "Who are you?"

The man in question had pale skin, red eyes, and long black hair. He wore what appeared to be a black straight jacket. An insane smile formed on his face, revealing sharp canines, and replied "I am Servant Berserker. Are you my master?" He turned to Zouken "Or is it you?"

Kariya spoke up "It's me."

Berserker responded "Good. I would hate to have an insect as a master."

Zouken, having decided to shut the Servant up before it continued to badmouth him, started speaking again. "It appears that you at least got the class right Kariya-kun. Remember our agreement. Win me the grail, and Sakura goes free." Those were his last words before he walked up the stairs, leaving Kariya and his servant alone.

"Not only does he feel like an insect, he acts like one as well. Do you wish for me to get rid of him?" Berserker asked.

"That would solve a lot of things, but I need to get rid of his worms in Sakura before I could do that." Kariya thought. "No. Not yet."

Berserker frowned a bit, appearing to be disappointed at his master's decision. But after a few moments, he smiled again. "Very well, just tell me when you need me to kill that abomination." Berserker said before astralizing, leaving Kariya alone to ponder his thoughts.

Waver Velvet didn't really know what he would end up summoning using his stolen catalyst, seeing as it wasn't his choice to begin with. But still, as much as he despised his teacher, he couldn't deny that the man was a genius. Surely, when picking a catalyst, he would choose a mighty servant.

While he hadn't known what he would summon, he still had several guesses at who his teacher had planned to summon. But even with all his theories, he still wasn't prepared for what he had summoned.

The person that emerged from the smoke was not exactly one would expect to be a Heroic Spirit from the age of the gods. For one, he was wearing rather modern clothes. Specifically, he wore a red leather jacket with a black t-shirt underneath and blue jeans. Not exactly one would imagine as a hero.

The servant looked around, not even bothering to glance at his summoner. "So this I'm in some poor excuse for literature." He said while scratching his head. "Can't say I haven't made a few of these though." After a few more seconds of looking around he finally looked at his master. "So you summoned me?" He moved one hand to his chin and continued to look at Waver while thinking. "Aren't you a little young to be in a war?" He asked after a while, going from his 'thinking' pose to a regular stance.

Waver, being a stubborn person, responded in an rather stereotypical way. "I'm nineteen, you idiot!" He yelled. After his little outburst he put a hand to his forehead. "What kind of a hero is this?" He asked no one in particular while massaging his head.

The Servant saw it fit to respond. "A hero?" He snorted. "I guess you can call me that." He stared at Waver who kept on muttering under his breath. Sighing, the Servant decided to introduce himself. "Well, I'm Servant Rider." He then had a thought and asked "What year is it?"

Waver was still rubbing his head but managed to say a quick answer. "1995." He quickly went back to muttering things.

Rider was thinking. "1995? That means I can't read the mangas I like. But it also means that those really expensive old ones are gonna be cheaper to buy." He turned back to his master "Hey dude, quit moping. We're going somewhere." Not waiting for his master to follow, Rider started to walk towards the city. Waver saw this and could only follow his servant.

After a few minutes of walking Rider suddenly stopped, turned, and said something that confused Waver. "Not sure what you've got planned, but make it a fun ride 'kay?"

"Fun? That's why you joined this? For fun? Are you an id-" Waver was cut off before he could finish.

"Wasn't talking to you." And with that, Rider continued walking with a confused Waver trailing behind him.

A/N: Well, here's the rewrite. Yeah, I'm planning a lot of changes. Servant changes are just the first. And yeah, the seventh servant will also be different. Berserker and Gilgamesh stays the same though.

Anyways, hope you enjoy and please review.