Chapter 1: Start
As Shirou sat in his classroom, Kuzuki Sensei giving his lecture, he began recalling the events of last night and all the chaos that happened. Turning his head to the side he sees the upper class girls going about their P.E. class. A part of him still can't believe the level of insanity that transpired not even 24 hours ago. The part of him that does accept what happened understands that he is in way over his head, But he also knows that if he doesn't commit, then many innocent people will be dragged into a war of colossal proportions. Looking at his left hand to confirm the stigma that binds him to the war and to his new partner in this mess, only one thought crossed his mind
"I have to stop them."
-2 Months Ago-
Illyaviel von Einbern stood in the middle of the falling snow which she barely noticed as she stood staring at the carnage around her. One minute, she was surrounded by wolves with nothing but the instinctive desire to tear her to shreds and feed on her flesh, and then a bright light surrounded her. She knew that this was the light that would bring forth her servant Hercules, the most powerful servant, but then to her surprise and horror, instead of a giant hero capable of annihilating anything in its path, was a teenage girl wearing a sailor fuku, carrying a shovel.
With thoughts of disappointment and fear of impending death on her mind, she failed to notice the insane roar coming from the servant.
Lifting the entrenching tool up over her head she charged forward bringing down the shovel and smashing it on the wolves completely pulverizing them and leaving a massive crater in the ground. Quickly moving on to the remaining wolves she crushed, slashed, and impaled everything in sight that was not Illya.
The petite homunculus stood in shock over the display of raw violence, she knew that a Berserker would be brutal in a fight but the savage and crude method this servant fought in was far beyond what she had imagined. Looking over to see the deranged servant, Illya saw her just as she was burying the massacred beasts.
Berserker looking over at her Master, looked at her, and then tilted her head allowing her perfectly parted blood soaked hair to cover her dilated eyes revealing only her mad grin. As the two stared at each other, one thought of her coming revenge against the one who robbed of everything she cared for, the other cared only to kill to see red, to hear cries and to feel wet. Then breaking the silence between them, Berserker, in a voice that sounded like two people speaking through a broken megaphone, gritted out one word, "Master."
-2 Weeks Ago-
Luviagelita Edefelt was ecstatic for a many reasons.
First of all, for the last two years she's been in the same school slowly getting closer to her lovey (self-imagined Hunkalicious Bishounen) Shero (Shirou) Emiya.
Secondly, as one would expected of the next head of her family, her magecraft has exceled beyond what is expected of young magi her age, which was good for the last reason she was so happy.
The upcoming Holy Grail War.
With the red mark signifying my participation appearing on her hand only a day ago and from learning the details about the Grail Wars from her knowledgeable butler August, she wasted no time in preparing for the summon.
"Well, I don't have a catalyst to call any specific servant, but it's not like it a prerequisite. I'll just do the basic summoning spell, not like I can call any low class servant, unlike someone else I know." So with that bit of self-assurance she proceeded to the complicated circle of blood ahead of her and began the incantation. As she continued the spell, the room became flooded with light too bright. Closing her eyes but finishing the spell, Luvia pored all her available prana reserves into the circle.
Once the grandiose lightshow subsided Luvia carefully peeked through her shut eyes just in time to see a tall, black, muscular man dressed in leather, chainmail, and a cape. His lustrous black hair pulled back with the right side completely white, and on his forehead some kind of Egyptian crest in the shape of a snake. In his hand was a large, pale, gold staff. At one end, a shell shaped bulb and at the other end an oval shape with a purple crystal at it center. His very presence, from the way he carried himself to his cold expressionless stare spoke one thing, he was a True Warrior, a warrior who has seen and survived many cruel battles. He looked at me raising one eyebrow and in a strong, deep, but polite voice he asked "I am the Servant Lancer summoned for this Holy Grail War. I ask, are you my Master?"
-2 Weeks Ago, elsewhere at the same time-
Iori Mutou was confused and by confused she meant really really freaking lost beyond all reason. One week ago she was a normal high school girl without a care in the world, passing every day with her family and friends. Then it happened, she met her new big brother. After which she's been surrounded by halberd wielding revenge nut, brain washing psychos controlling armies of brain-dead zombies, and of course who can forget her brand new pickpocketing, giant scissor swinging, creepy, perverted, stalker big brother, Soushiki Zerozaki.
After his brief fight with Naguma Sawarabi and my (poorly thought out) decision to stop 'running away' I go with him, thinking I may have grown just a bit.
I soon came to regret my decision.
After several days of boarding and changing trains without any clue as to where we were going, I learn we were going to Kyoto to find his (our) little brother. Then at some train station, we were attacked by all things, ninjas! Yeah, real life shuriken throwing, wall climbing, and dart blowing ninjas. During the fight which Soushiki handles, I lose sight of him as he single handedly pushes them back with his pair of scissors. While trying to catch up to him, I get struck by a stray dart, fall in an empty cargo train, and pass out just as it takes off and then wind up in some city call Fuyuki City.
Of course it gets better once I get off, not.
Once I get off the station some giant of a man in come straight to me and in a creepy robotic voice asks "Are you a Zerozaki?" so obviously I run. I run until I think it is safe, but when I turn to check, not only is he still coming, he brought back up, all of them doing some weird wall formation synchronized running! It occurred to me then that they were more of the same kind of marionette that my family was turned into, which meant only one thing, they're going to keep chasing me till I got tired and caught.
As I ran Kengo, my real brother's words echo in my ear telling me "to stop running."
I know I should but I don't know how? Can I really face them? No, that's not correct, the mindless zombies chasing me are not what I am running from, I'm really running from is myself. The person that scares me the most is the monster that I could become, the bloodthirsty killer that sleeps just under the surface that is me. I know that I can take care of my chasers, but I'm worried about becoming like that perverted Soushiki san or like his (our) problematic younger brother, Hitoshiki Zerozaki.
I shouldn't be thinking about this now because otherwise I'll 'Crash!' trip. While running into a back ally like they do in the movies to try and lose them, I like some kind of clumsy school girl stupidly tripped over my own feet, land head first in a trash can leaning on the wall and then suddenly am surrounded by 11 very blank looking faces. "Kyaaaaa" I scream, I know no one will come but it was the only thing I could think of doing. As their hands start to reach for me as if in slow motion, I imagine my family, how caring they were and how cruelly they were killed. They couldn't even die as my family, they became some kind of disposable tool, just like them, just like them, just like them….."
JUST.
LIKE.
THEMMMM!"
I finally lash out, the only thing I can think of is how Naguma Killed my parents, Killed my sister Hatsubame, made me killed my best friend, Jion, Killed my brother, Kengo, they Killed everyone, everyone I KNEWWWW! Like an animal I jumped on my hands and feet and vault up in the air grabbing on to a protruding window ledge. I pull myself up like a chin up bar, build my strength then push off the ledge headed straight for the mook below me, my joined feet slamming directly at his face. I feel a crack underneath me, it feels like stepping on loose pebbles at a riverside, my blood surges with the impact like a massive syringe of epinephrine being shot into my heart, I start seeing red. They swarm on me from all sides as I land on the nimbly on the ground, my fury and bloodlust driving me to face them. I grab the trash can lid near my feet and toss it like a Frisbee at the inbound mook to my side "Clang", with that ringing sound he is popped off his feet and fall head first on the ground with a loud crack, the improvised projectile falling to the ground next to him. Leaping head first, I tighten my Right hand forming a knife hand, I throw my entire weight behind my thrust, but the mook is faster than me. It steps to my right side catching me by grabbing my extended elbow, I'm caught, I try to kick him but another slips below me restraining my legs.
The rest swarm on me to hold me down on the ground. I'm caught, I can't move, it's the end, they're going to kill me I know it. 'I'm nothing but a cutthroat Zerozaki after all.' As they stare lifelessly down on me. I see the two fallen mooks rise, their still alive, their faces looking like a Picasso painting, but still alive. This can't be it, I can still do more "I won't let you kill me, I'm not done, not by a longshot, I will keep living no matter what I need to DOOOO!"
!?
Suddenly a bright light blinds my eyes. A powerful burning sensation on my right hand draws me away from my battle cry. It hurt, it really burned, but what was it? A familiar sound pulls my attention from my hand just in time to see for the second time in a week body parts flying in all directions as some impossibly fast ….Whoosh? fly's by, dismembering all of the mooks on top of me. I get on my hand and knees just in time to see a heavy boot step in front of me. Looking around I see my attackers in pieces, which are pouring and spewing blood into a deep pool forming all around me. I'm not scared of my mysterious salvation but rather feel strangely excited over the gory scene forming around me.
I snap myself out of my creepily growing ecstasy and look up to see the tall, dark, bloodied form of my strange hero. Strange because despite it being something like -6° Celsius he was in a thin sleeveless black shirt, gray pants, and carrying two n shaped knives that hoop over his fist. On his shaved head was a pair very dark lens goggle obscuring his eyes which I could practically feel stabbing at me.
"Uh, thank you." I slowly stutter out before he offers me his hand which I take (Wait, where did those claws things go?) and pulls me up on my feet, "Seems I was a bit late for the party. I'm Assassin, and as I can figure 'he points at me, or my rather my hand' you are my Master." Oh God No, not another freak playing some weird, kinky, role playing game!
-11 days ago-
Walking down the street there are two girls walking around attracting a great deal of attention from the crowd around them. Wait, that's not correct, looking behind them one can see a poor young man dressed in clerical clothing, well not that you can tell with 15 bags and suitcases he was either barely carrying or slowly dragging along as he followed the girls.
Looking back on the girls ahead you can tell at a glance they were both exotic beauties, the first girl being in her late teens dressed in a nun habit with striking white hair that hung just past her shoulders and cold yellow eyes enjoying and praying for the plight of the abused escort behind them.
The young girl next to her, looking equally as eye-catching with her short blond hair, blue eyes and for some odd reason in -4°C weather with winds that felt even colder, a pure white strap sundress that stops like a miniskirt, reveling snow white skin which looked as if she had never seen a ray of light in her life, and strap sandals that patter lightly along as she walks beside her Master.
"I can feel it, others such as ourselves that are called to fulfill a wish are slowly being drawn together. Soon the Holy Grail War shall begin." the young blond girl spoke in a soft light tone.
Her paled haired companion replied "Then you should be more excited Caster, soon your wish, whatever it is, will come true. Until then we should pray for forgiveness for whatever sin our enemies may commit along the way." Folding her hands, Caren Hortensia prays to her Lord to forgive those that get in their way.
-One week ago-
"Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yessss, soon Rider I will show them! I will show them all my true strength! NO MORE will anybody dare look down on me as if I was nothing just because I was not born with Magical Circuits or any capacity to use magic, THAT RIGHT I WILL WINNN AH HAH HAH HAH HA!" As his Master's continued his annoying and rather repetitive ramble about revenge, control and some disobedient girls, Rider leaned back on a black car, under the street light one can see an Illinois license plate with "I4Z 0892" on it.
Rider pondered how he got involved with such a useless "Master" if only in name. Realizing that he was all but alone in this War, considering his inept "Master," he was going to have to planout how to not only how to supply himself with more sufficient amounts of prana, but also how he intended to fight the other Servants to end this as quickly and efficiently as possible.
While Shinji continued his pointless shouting, Rider wiped away the dripping blood around his mouth, after which the two stepped into the Charger then set off to dispose of the bodies wrapped up in plastic in the back trunk.
-3 Days Ago-
One glance and anyone could tell that Rin Tohsaka was not happy but purely pissed.
Normally she carried herself with grace and dignity, just as her Father would have wanted. But now she was practically ready to blow up with a hair-trigger.
"That drill-headed, scheming, egotistical, cheating, lying, spoiled, testosterone filled, condescending, big breasted bitch!"
Stamping around her Workshop, Rin has been screeching abusive words for the past few hours as she waited for midnight to arrive
"If that Edelfelt bitch thinks she got a strong Servant well then wait till I start flaunting MY Servant around like some kind of peacock with sky high plumage! Once my magic hits its zenith tonight I am going to summon the strongest servant the Holy Grail Wars have ever seen!"
With all the screeching and yelling she was doing, Rin completely ignored that tiny terrified voice of reason tugging at the back of her mind saying something was wrong.
But alas the moment of truth came, and one bright flash followed by a big and loud bang above her alerted Rin that something went wrong. Beginning with her losing her cool, to her forgetting that the clocks in her house were set to the wrong hour and ending with her summoning the Servant who practically invented the reason for the face palm.
Rin's personal Holy Grail Hell began.
Rin, standing and staring at her Servant first got the impression that she had summoned Saber, the strongest class, based on the broad sword on his back.
All her hopes were dashed when he spoke,
or rather sang
"Yeah, Servant Archer is here so all you other servant better watch out, you better not cry, you better look out I'm telling you why, cuz Team Blue & Red are making their list and checking it twice, we're gonna find ya gardless if you've been naughty or nice cuz Team Blue &Red are comin for Yaaaaa!"
While Archer did his rather silly song with even sillier dance Rin was frozen in place out of sheer terror, but not because her servant wasn't Saber and it wasn't because of what she felt was the beginning of a very long, long line of terrible corny jokes. No, her terror came from the fact that her servant was proudly standing in front of her, full frontal fully exposed. Rin guessed that the explosion literally blew him out of his wolf shaped helmet, blue armor, and the rest of his clothe but for some inexplicable reason left only his Chinese broad sword in it sheath on his back and his hair in a perfect short pony tail.
But she didn't care about that, not as she stared at him, her face redder than a freshly picked tomato.
Archer finally noticing her gawking stupidly at him, opened his mouth "Hey, what a pretty Master I got. I can imagine your shock to see such a dazzling, handsome Servant, but I am sorry to tell you I am already in a committed relationship with my sweet, sweet Susu. Oh, I miss you already."
Rin with a shaking hand pointed to the cause of her discomfort, and when Archer realized his nudity ran for cover, but not before tripping on practically everything between him and the smashed couch he landed on.
After an awkward minute, then two Archer poked his candy red head out "Um, sorry Master but could you pass me my clothe 'clapping his hands together' please." And like her Servant, Rin was begging too "Oh Root, how can this be I of all masters summone CLOWN for a Servant!" As his Master fell to her knees, passing out from the pure shock foaming at the mouth , Archer could only say one thing "Now come back Boomerang."
-1 Day Ago-
Shirou was late, and with the human equivalent of a ravenous wild tiger going in and out of his house, being late with food spelled disaster. "Fujinee is going to kill me for being late." It really couldn't be helped really though, his friend Shinji Matou asked him to help clean up the Archery Dojo for him.
"Clang, clang, Veem, Veem."
"Huh, what's that noise?" Stepping out around the corner to get a look at the source of the sound, though in retrospect I began realizing that was a bad idea. "What the?" Just as I saw two people fighting with flashing lights and swords, a ball of light flew towards him creating a cloud of smoke.
"Wah." Turning around and running into the school, Shirou tried to get away from what he felt was extreme danger. "This should at least buy me some time to figure out how to get away." My feet pounding the hallway with loud thuds trying to carry me away from what I knew was something way over my head.
Suddenly behind me I hear "I apologize for my cruel actions, but anonymity is most pertinent in our battles and we spare no witnesses." An electric buzz then "Veem" followed by a burning sensation on my back, I fall to the ground, pain flooding my body which all of a sudden grows colder, more distant, like I can reach it, just not grab it.
This was bad.
Ssomeone was still here and now Edelfelt's Servant is after them. Damn it, this whole Grail War was a mess for me. From losing her cool and summoning the King of clowns and fools, Archer, who absolutely will not tell me his name feigning amnesia due to the explosive summon, but then talks nonstop every chance he gets, physical form, spirit form, day, night, awake, even when I sleep! Damn, I swear I can hear him and his terrible jokes in my dreams!
The morning after Summoning Archer the first thing everyone noticed was my big, red forehead from face palming myself all night because of the botched Summon. Edelfelt especially enjoyed my new personal hell, and after 2 hours of arguing, we agreed to not fight just yet until some of the other Servants start appearing.
Of course not even 2 days later am I verbally ambushed by not just Servant Rider (who was kind of hot), but also his wormy little master Shinji who had the sheer gall to offer an alliance. I gave him the expected decline, but then when he wouldn't take no for an answer even trying to threaten to assult me and that I, the head of the Tohsaka family, belong to him, Yeah right, not even if the whole world lost all reason and order would I want to have anything to do with that egotistical, nauseating, little brat.
In response, I gave him an appropriate answer in the form of my shoe jammed up between his legs with all the force, skill and experience my Chinese kenpo allowed me. Sure I heard something pop, though it's not my problem. His Servant however remained uninteresting even as I possibly castrated his Master, he did nothing but watch, he was either a very patient or very apathetic character to watch even Shinji take that much abuse and do nothing.
After that incident I noticed Archer act a bit more cautious with how much he joked around.
I guess Shinji served some use after all, who'd of thought it.
The following morning I met with Edelfelt who also had a run in with Servant Assassin (with only brief confrontation between the two servants before Assassin fled) and figuring that with over half of the servants present it would be a good chance to settle our score that night.
Meeting on the sports field that night I couldn't wait to show that smug face who really was in control of this school.
As soon as the fighting started both she and I couldn't keep our surprise from showing on our face. Archer began by tossing a blue Boomerang at Luvia's giant of a Lancer, who swatted the spinning projectile away and then charged straight at Archer Firing some kind energy from the pale gold staff. Archer weaving in and out of the continuous fire drew his pitch black broad sword and began closing in on Lancer.
"Strange, I have never heard of an Archer who uses such weapons in combat. Indeed, are you truly an Archer? "
"Well who can say. According to my Master I fall under the Clown class rather than Archer. Hiya! Ya!" Within range Archer began slashing and stabbing at Lancer who parried all of his fast strikes.
They exchanged several volleys of sword striking, staff parrying, and counterattacking, Archer dodging, and then getting back in range to repeat the dance.
Lancer broke the cycle with a fast over head spin of his staff, followed by a wide arc from the blunt weapon, driving Archer back. Just in time for Lancer to block the returning Boomerang which unbelievably still flew back to its owner.
"Ah, Boomerang you always come back!" As Archer begins to coddle Boomerang, Luvia shouts to her lifelong rival.
"It seems that you found someone who not only understand you but seems to act like you too. You're perfect for each other so why don't you two run of and have a happy life together. Don't worry about Shero san I'll take good care of him." As she finishes her banter with a wink, Archer refutes her before Rin gets the chance to.
"Hey, Lancer's Master hate to disappoint you lovely ladies but this handsome devil is already taken, so sorry but no.
Beside I feel like I'm walking with death just by being around with her, I mean seriously what you did to that other Master, was that some kind of Tohsaka family field goal special like "Super Starlight Kick!" or was it an ability you were born with. No really that is not the kind you should do. I heard a pop, I literally heard a popping sound when you kicked him, it's not natural! A good kick from a girl can sometimes be used on creeps like him, but come on, something like that should never be used on guy-kind, like ever!"
Even Lancer with his stoic demeanor slightly cringed upon hearing that. Archer seeing the reaction took the chance to charging at him with his sword in one hand and Boomerang in the other "Gouwwa!" Lancer immediately pointed his weapon and began firing again, while Archer avoiding the shots tossed his Boomerang at Lancer knocking the staff fire away from him. "hah! Take that Ahhh!" Just when Archer got in close with his sword, Lancer, his staff still reeling from the blow, twisted around and aimed using back end of the staff at Archer's head. "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Archer fell on his back then rolled to avoid the heavy swing.
"Well seems that golden light stick of yours has more than one business end, huh." But Lancer wasn't their? "What the?" turning around Archer caught sight of Lancer chasing some kid into the school. "Hey, hey, I thought we were supposed to grow up from school not run back to it! Get back here!" Archer gave chase with the forgotten two masters following.
Lancer left with Luvia before she got to the scene sparing her from seeing the gory mess before Archer and Rin arrived. "Damn, I thought there wasn't anyone left here at this hour."
She let out another long sigh. "But it can't be helped, at the least I can is to relive your pain as you die."
She approached the body kneeling down to check the body, but turning the body around She paled. "No?!"
Seeing Shirou's face all her words got caught in her throat. "Why you?" Archer standing behind her asked "Someone you knew?" But the only reply he got was her pulling out a large jewel. "Hey hold on, you sure you want to do that, I mean with as stingy as you are is it really a good idea to use that Jewel?" But she already began her spell, and once she finished healing the boy and depleting her jewel, left with Archer complaining loudly behind her.
Luvia walked down the street with a displeased look on her face. "We still could have taken them." She repeated to her invisible partner.
"We were discovered by an outsider. It was logical to deal with the outsider then flee the scene before others came to search for him was it not?" Luvia let out another exasperated sigh "Yes, it's important to maintain secrecy, but that does not mean killing everyone who sees us. It was only one person. We could have captured him and erased his memories, without killing him!"
"…Indeed, perhaps I acted rather rashly, I apologize Master."
"Well it too late now. We can leave it to Tohsaka to clean the mess, it is her duty as the supervisor of this land after all." Suddenly Lancer straightens like a dog fixed on it pray while retaking his physical form.
"Master, it would appear as though the boy did in fact survive."
"What really, that's good. Now listen Lancer I want you to go check up on the boy. I'm sure someone like Tohsaka would have taken care of his memory making sure he won't remember, but just in case, go and make sure, it's the least you can do after all."
"Indeed it is."As Lancer began to leave, Luvia gave one last order. "Oh, and if he does remember to bring him back, don't kill him again." With that Lancer went to search for the boy he just killed.
"Man, I'm sore." Shirou complained again after getting home. "What happened? What was that light show? Some kind of afterschool show? Or maybe a gang brawl that got out of hand? No. it was definitely something Supernatural, not just some kids beating the hell out of each other for fun, not their at Homurahara. But then what, spirits? No, from the amount of damage they were doing meant that they were real and they were too powerful to be regular magi. So then who,
or better yet what were they?"
Walking through his house with a thousand thoughts in his head he barely notice that no one was home. "Sakura and Fujinee must have left, it is past midnight after all. Boy they are going to be mad in the morning. I Can't worry about that now, I should call the police..." "And tell them what? 'Ghosts are attacking Homurahara Gakuen.' yeah that'll go over well. I may have some friends in the police department, but they definitely will not believe him if he tells them that." Scratching the back of his head Shirou tried to think of a plan of action when he heard a voice.
"Indeed, it seems that you still do remember what had transpired at the human's Facility of Education, But do not worry, we shall take care of that."! Shirou spun around just in time to see the same killer giant behind him, in his hand a bluish metal snake that looked ready to take him out. Then the snake let out a cry followed by a flash of blue light aimed at him.
"Damn it Archer Why didn't you tell me sooner!"
As Archer and Rin ran through the night they both thought the same thing, 'Shirou/that kid is still in danger. Lancer was probably still after him trying to silence him.'
"Me? I thought you already knew that when you brought him back to life! And another thing why do you know where this guy lives?! Wait don't tell me, yes that's it isn't it, you 'bang bang bang' Ahhh! Stop shooting me I'm you partner remenberrrr?! Kyaaa!?" The rest of the way was filled with the sound of rapid shooting and girly screams.
"Ahhhh what the hell is going on?!"
After avoiding the killer giants first shot Shirou found himself running through his house in some twisted version of laser tag. Three more flashy shots flying past his head and hitting the TV causing it to spark, and then exploded in a fortunate puff of smoke.
Using the improvised smokescreen, Shirou took the chance to run out the house, heading to the nearest exit, which happened to be the backyard when he spotted an umbrella leaning on the wall (must be Fujinee's). Grabbing the impromptu weapon he jumped out the screen door avoiding more flash shots, making an ungraceful landing on his hands and knees. Turning back he still saw his violent visitor pointing that damn hand snake. A shot was fired at him still on the ground, instinctively he brought up the umbrella in his hand to intercept the flash, which to his surprise protected him! Getting back on his feet, because he wasn't going to be caught lying down against someone who attacked him out of nowhere twice, he blocked several more shots from the mysterious giant shooting him with 'is that some kind of phaser?' Then the giant spoke.
"Come with me if you want to live!"
"Wa?" was the only sound Shirou got out before Lancer started shooting again. Blocking the shots with the umbrella, Shirou found himself on the defensive with his hands growing numb from the impacts. His defense didn't last long once Lancer quickly moved in front of Shirou and delivered a powerful kick which sent him flying into the tool shed.
"You have good skills, well refined reflexes and from what I can sense, a small amount of magic. Indeed, perhaps you are meant to be the next Master."
'Master what? Wait, He knows of magic...'
'Well of course he knows magic who the hell else would fight like that! Aliens?!' As that realization and the pain of being kick finally dawn on him, Shirou begins to blackout.
Lancer slowly walks over to recover the boy and bring him back to his Master, the kick he delivered should be painful enough to prevent any more resistance. He'll knock the boy out to prevent any more struggles on the way back His Master can choose what will happen to the budding magus when he returns. But before he can enter the shed he is distracted by a loud crashing sound that came from inside.
How could this happen?
His head was fuzzy.
How did an ordinary day turn in to a fight for my life?
His body was still ringing from the kick he received.
I'm not ready to die, not when he has so much to do, people to save! I can't die, not before I've protected other, Sakura, Fujinee, my friends at school and work. I need to protect them, just like Dad did!
"Just like a real HERO!"
With that shout, the room suddenly flooded with a light like the one that over the last two months heralded the coming of legends.
It crashed into the shed with flashing lights and a loud warning alarm blaring in protest, it's wheels bent underneath it, the black hood depressed with the falling debris from the damaged roof of the shed. Despite being covered in dust, its plates still read KAZ 2Y5. 'Great what else can happen?' Shirou thinks as he regains consciousness due to the loud crash going so close to his head. ' First psychoses playing knight, then getting killed, coming back to life, and oh yeah being attacked by my killer again, and now a car flying through my roof!?'
The driver side door soon opens and stepping out of the wreck a man in his late-20s, dressed in a beat-up old leather coat, turns to me, points and says "I assume your my Master, cuz Saber is ready to GANK SOME FREAKS!"
Gilgamesh sat in the pews of the Kotomine Church with a glass of wine resting in his hand. He was disappointed that his Saber had not appeared. However over the course of the last two months a new Jewel of worth has appeared, something he intended to make his, no, that he intended to reclaim, after all everything of value in this world belongs to it one and only King.
