As compared to my last work (Which was intentionally bad), I will be putting a ton more effort into this work to make it enjoyable to read. Or at least, not make you want to gouge out your eyes.

I don't own any of the works that may occur in the following paragraphs, but I will list them at the bottom, and you should give 'em a read.

"Hey, big bro! You got a package in the mail!"

Damien glanced up from his book to the doorway in his room. Standing there was his sister, Iza, holding a brown package with the FedEx logo stamped on the side.

She glanced around the room, taking in the sight of Damien sprawled on his bed with a manga in his hands, to the bookcases in the corner with stacks of DVDs and tankobon. Plastering the walls and ceiling were posters of popular anime and video games, and a GameCube was hooked up to the computer, quietly humming as it ran in power saving mode. She raised an eyebrow at the clutter.

"I honestly didn't think you had any money to order more junk with. Didn't you blow it all on that Swords Art thing you bought last month?" She smiled as Damien scowled from under his mop of black hair at her mispronunciation of the Anime.

"Haha." Damien grouched as he swung his legs off the bed and walked over. "I'll have you know that I have planned out my spending habits, and have more than enough left over."

"And how much is that?" Iza innocently asked.

"None of your business." Damien took the package from his sister. Standing next to her, she was about half a head taller than his own five feet, and she affectionately tousled his hair as he turned the box over in his hands.

"Whatever, Lil' Bro, I'm just teasing. Dinner's in an hour." Iza said as she walked down the hallway towards the stairs.

Damien brushed his hair back into place, then shut his door, before starring at the package. Iza was right. He HADN'T ordered anything recently, so what the hell was the package. Finding an envelope tapped to what he assumed was the top, he pulled it off and proceeded to open it.

Inside was a letter, which he unfolded and began to read.

'Mr. Grey. Thank you for participating in Nasu-Con last year. You are one of seven lucky winners in the drawing from the participants, and as such, have received a prize!' Damien glanced over at the package, and then went back to the letter. 'On top of the prize, you have also received the opportunity to participate in a contest being held in Fuyuki City.'

Damien glanced up from the letter. "Huh. That's convenient." He muttered, thinking how lucky it was that his parents had moved overseas to Fuyuki for business reasons just a few years ago. He went back to the letter.

'The contest will begin as soon as everyone who won the drawing has entered the password at the bottom of this letter into their computer at the listed URL' At the bottom of the letter was indeed a string of letters, and a website link. Damien continued reading. 'We sincerely hope that you enjoy the competition. Signed, Type-MOON.'

Damien sat down on his bed, setting aside the letter. Turning to the package, he worked his fingers under the tape and broke it along the tear lines. Opening the tab, he pulled out the packaging paper, and grabbed the object inside.

Upon pulling it out, he discovered that the object was a smart phone, about four inches long and two inches wide. It was pure black, with the fate/stay Night logo emblazoned on the back in bright red. Turning it over in his hands, he marveled at the compactness. "Dang. They weren't kidding when they said they were giving out prizes." Damien mumbled to himself.

Looking in the box, he found the Phones charging cable, and plugged it into his computer. The screen flicked on after a few seconds, displaying a battery charging Icon.

"Alright then. I can fiddle around with it after dinner." He clicked the light out to his room and went downstairs.

'Ah, that was delicious.' Damien thought as he clicked the lights back on. His sister had prepared fried rice with egg and pork, with a side of chopped cabbage salad, and fresh garlic bread. Despite her dishes having no theme, his sister was a good cook, and whatever she made was usually great.

Stretching, Damien caught sight of himself in his closet mirror. His black hair was unruly, spiking off his head every which way, resembling the anime characters he obsessed over. His clothes were wrinkly, from lying and sitting down to long. A t-shirt and jeans were his usual ensemble, and today was no exception, his black shirt bearing a cracked Nintendo logo, the design flaking off from years of wear. He shook his head. 'Man, I look like a nerd' he thought, shrugging.

Turning his back to his closet, he pulled out his computer chair and opened the internet. Going to the website listed in the letter, he pulled it up in his browser.

'Welcome to the Ani-Grail!' The banner at the top of the screen pronounced. Scanning downwards, Damien began to read, but a lot of the text didn't make sense. 'Compete in the next war', 'Favorite character from any animated series', 'Challenge yourself and your competitors for a chance to win the ultimate prize'? Damien scrolled down to the bottom of the page, where he spotted a box with 'Type Password Here'

Grabbing the letter, Damien found the code, then typed in 'Raw Liarg Yloh', and hit enter. A command box popped up.

'Do you want to participate? [Yes] / [No]'

Damien moused over to the yes button and clicked it. Another box popped up. 'Are you sure?'

Damien clicked '[Yes]'

The command prompts disappeared, then another tab opened. 'Welcome to the war. Please connect your phone and download the Servant App.' Damien cocked and eyebrow. "Servant App? Like in the game? Okay then..."

'App Downloaded. Installed on phone. Please switch to phone to continue setup.' Damien unplugged the phone from the computer and checked the screen. There was a new app on the main screen, with the Type-MOON logo as its icon. He tapped the app.

'Welcome to the servant program. Connecting to the network.' The phone hummed in his hand as it worked. Damien assumed it was connecting to his internet to access this 'network', and a few seconds later, the screen popped up with what appeared to be a stat readout.

'Selecting Template from those left. Processing. Template selected. Number 7, Class: Saber.' Damien's breath caught in his throat. Number 7? He was the last person to sign up? He glanced back down at the phone which now had the screen split between the stat readout, which was still blank, and a card with 'Saber' written at the top of it. Rotating his phone, the screen shifted, allowing him to read the card easier.

[Saber]

One of the three knight classes. Characterized by wielding a sword, the class grants high magic resistance and an increase in most stats. Regarded as the strongest class, though that cannot compensate for a weak servant or master.'

Damien sat back, staring at the screen. "Huh," he scratched his head thoughtfully. "It is very similar to the game. Interesting. I wonder how this will work. Are we going to connect the phones to each other like Tamagotchi and have the servants fight it out?" He mused. Turning back to the computer, he saw new instructions had appeared.

'Once the app is installed and a class selected, simply scan a work with the phone. The network will then process the material, select a character appropriate to your class, and generate your servant.'

Damien nodded. "Yep. Totally a Tamagotchi. Oh well, lets see... what would make a good servant..." Damien stood up and walked over to his bookcases. Browsing through the anime, manga, and video games he had collected there, he pulled out a copy of YuYu Hakusho. 'Hey, I have the Saber class, right? Maybe I'll get Hiei. He's pretty cool.' Damien held the phone up to the cover of the work, and thumbed the button at the bottom of the servant card labeled [Scan]

'Are you sure you want t-' "Yeah, yeah. I'm sure" Damien tapped the screen to hurry up the prompt. The phone began to hum again, and the screen popped up an image of the book cover. The cover then disappeared, and a progress bar appeared on the screen, while a voice announced "Work selected. Processing characters." The progress bar quickly filled up, and the voice returned "Characters processed. Filtering by class."

Damien tapped his foot, intrigued by the phone. 'Huh, this is pretty detailed. I wonder how much it cost to make these phones?' "Characters filtered. Selecting character." Damien's eyes were dragged back to the screen. The voice chirped again. "Character selected. Beginning summoning."

Instantly, the phone grew hot in Damien's hand. The screen flared, becoming a blinding white as the the phones quiet humming increased in volume. Damien gasped, dropping the phone and stumbling back into the computer chair, falling over onto his ass. As he struggled to sit up, he shielded his eys from the increasing glow. Soon, the entire room was engulfed in the brightness, before a small voice chirped in the middle of the hum "Summoning Complete"

There was a flash, and the glow instantly vanished. Almost blind, Damien blinked, trying to regain his vision. As his vision cleared, Damien could make out an individual standing over the spot where he had dropped the phone. Squinting, he barely made out a young man, about six feet tall, wearing a long white overcoat. As his eyes finally cleared, he was able to make out the individuals face. He had a tough looking appearance, like a thug, and his hair was reddish-orange, styled in the shape of a Pompadour. He wasn't wearing a shirt, instead having bandages wrapped around his lower torso. His pants were white, tucked into black jackboots. To complete his ensemble, he had a white headband wrapped around his head and tied behind his head, with its long ends hanging down his back.

As Damien stared, the man turned towards him, before extending a hand and grinning. "Yo! So, I guess you're my master?"

"Alright, lets go over this one more time" Damien sat on his computer chair, rubbing his head with is left hand while his right tapped his phone against his knee.

"Sure thing, boss." The man seated across from him grinned again, an expression that looked extremely goof on his face.

"You," Damien pointed at the man "Claim to have been summoned by me to participate in something called the Ani-Grail. Which is a competition mirroring the Fate/Stay Night Holy Grail War, but only, instead of real people, it uses Anime character."

"Pretty much. The rules popped into my head after you summoned me. Its pretty straight forward."

"Yes. These rules." Damien ticked off his fingers. "One: If the cellphone is destroyed, you are eliminated. Two: If your servant is killed, you are eliminated. Three: The winner is the last man standing" Damien paused, then continued "So, the gist of it is, you and I will be fighting together against a bunch of other people, and we will be attempting to murder them to win this competition?"

The man shifted uncomfortably "Sorta. It did say we could just destroy the cellphones, so that's an option."

"Indeed. But their cellphones will be guarded by servants like yourself. So, yeah, don't see that happening." Damien shook his head. What had he gotten himself into.

the man stood up. "Well, don't worry. you got me as your servant, so we'll definitely win!" The man smiled again, and gave a thumbs up sign. Damien looked at him, and tried to stifle a laugh.

"Alright, fair point. I wont underestimate you. So, whats our plan?"

The man in white shifted. "Hmm, well, I can sense three other servants in the nearby area. If you want I could try to get a pin on them."

Damien looked up at the man in white "Three already? And I was the last one to summon a servant. That isn't good." The man nodded. Damien sighed "Alright. Well, I think we should get some sleep for tonight. We can walk around town tomorrow and you can get your bearings. Sound good?"

The man in white nodded "You're the boss, boss. We can also try to find out who else is hanging around."

"Yeah. One last thing. While we're out, I should refer to you as Saber, since its your class and I don't want to give away your abilities."

The man in w- Saber nodded. "Sounds reasonable."

"That said," Damien continued, "I have a good guess as to who you are, but I need to confirm it. What is your real name?"

Saber told him.

(Author's Note)

Argh, that was the longest I've written in a while. Okay, a few things to address:

1) I know Fuyuki city isn't real. But it will remain the location of the battle, since I can use its layout as a reference, and it provides a common gorund for those familiar with the work.

2) If you want to leave a review, please do. This is a work in progress, and I need feedback to make it better. I am rather inexperienced at writing, and to improve, I want criticism ad comments.

3) If you have a suggestion for a servant, I am taking contributions. While I have a list of potential servants, feel free to leave comments suggesting possible characters. If they are better than what I was going to use, I'll include them instead, AND I'll give a shout out for everyone who suggested that servant down here in the Author's note.

With that said, I'm off. Post another chapter soon.