Fate/The Broken Thrones.
Author Aids:
Word written in italics while in speech marks are thoughts of a character in the first person sense, while in the 3rd person.
1st person will be in italics.
The indication of a line made of /
Means that the point of view has changed or the style of 1st to 3rd person.
The year of this story is 2399.
Chapter One: "You must first empty your cup." "But it's already empty."
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know. why. why? What? WHERE? Who...? ! ! ! !
FEEL. This is feeling. Feeling. To ...emotion? Emotion. Sad. Happy. Sad. Happy.
Soul. Heart. Mind. To live. To feel... !
Fun? To enjoy something. Thing. A...thing. Existence. That's the word E-X-I-S-T-E-N-C-E.
To... be? -That sound's right. Right? What is... correct? Correct. What is true?
Touch is... feel, but not the feel I feel right now? Hm... there's no touch where I am.
Where, a location. Is this a location? I think it actually is and isn't. Paradox.
Something that couldn't happen. Yet it happened. Taste. Taste...sour, bitter, cool, refreshing, sweet, warm, cold, salty, meaty, fresh, crunchy.
Sight. To... see. See, to recognise? Recognise, to understand what is before you?
If so, I do not, recognise and cannot see. See can mean understand. I do not understand.
! Is shock. ? Is question. To ask. To inquire. To desire. To be curious. To want.
WANT. DESIRE. AMBITION. CLAIM. MINE. OWN. MINE.
Those... feel good, resonate? Resonate... resonate... fun word.
Word. What I am using is words. I am thinking thoughts with words. Mmm.
Thought. To think, have ideas. Simple, yet very vast? Odd, yet right. I think?
Woosh. Whoosh... I think that's the kind of sound that is used to describe flight. Like a car and planes... made of metal I think? Wait, planes aren't made of metal alone... some sort of... mix... combination! Combine. To... one piece + one piece. ++++++++ It is good to have, more?
I... open my eyes. I see nothing yet... something. Hm? I bit my lip. I taste... skin? This doesn't seem to make... sense? Wait it makes sense? I don't understand? I can't understand right now? Okay?
Alright. Affirmative. I understand.
Space. Space... hm... empty? Empty... half full? Empty? I WAS empty? Right empty.
Where I am... Throne. Throne of Heroes. One throne for many people? Wait it's not a literal throne? ...The... "concept" isn't known to me yet. " "
Yeah, that was me. "" "" To point something, quote something to say something.
I open my mouth to speak. "A-a...w-w-Who?" Who? Who? Am I?
Identity. That is a person's... what they are recognised as. So... I am... Tohsaka... Akasha?
Where I am right now is... Akasha. ...Guuuggg... sharp. I can... taste, feel sharp. Ow. Ouch.
Pain. This is pain. I'm not allowed here. I move my hand. Is it hand? No, but I "moved" something.
Seven. 7. 7. Seven... servants! Servant's serve Master's and fight for the Holy Grail.
They have classes. "Saber. Archer. Lancer. Rider. Assassin. Caster and...um Berserker."
I feel, a tugging sensation. I'm about to leave here. I wasn't supposed to be here anyway.
I am Tohsaka Akasha... and I'm a "Master".
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And as he said that, a red clock like tattoo manifested on his arm.
His eyes had opened for the first time. He began to move the muscles in his mouth. Heard his teeth chatter and the muscles moving, the saliva generating. He looked.
He saw four men. He stared for a second. Not out of the awkward situation but because he was recognising colour for the first time. Red. A brown haired man with green eyes in red clothes. It was a suit. Lower, on his left was a small, old crouching man. His pupils were white, what surrounded it was black. He was wearing Japanese styled clothing. It was very dark and he gave a presence of dislike and hatred. Akasha instantly disliked the man. A lighter white man dressed in black winter like clothing, he had a large cut beard, he seemed to not be displaying some sort of analytical thinking presence. One last man. Tall, his face of a tanned complexion with a deep dark shadow over his eyes. His clothes were very dark and large with a popped collar, he had large prayer beads around his neck. His hair was down to the bottom of his neck, parted and was very grey. A few veins were on his forehead that could easily be seen, his eyes were straight, strong and narrow, his lips were fairly thick and plain.
Akasha could not tell what he was thinking.
He looked around himself now. There seemed to be some sort of... machinery attached to him.
Akasha pulled out the wires connecting to his body.
He took off the sheets of the bed and looked at himself. He was wearing a red like suit, with black edges on the wrists and neck. His trousers were of the same nature.
Akasha used his arms and grasped at a bed knob and pulled. He tried to stand. He fell to the ground, fumbling as his feet scrambled across the wooden floor. "Ouch." Was his simple reply and he continued to try to stand, fumble and drag himself across and upwards. "Muscles. Move the body... Reinforcement Magic can help me." Akasha closed his eyes. He then slowly but surely began to stand. He began to flex his hands and feet. He then closed his eyes to think. He stretched out his left hand, opened the palm, revealing a red clock like tattoo.
Then came a silver flash and he disappeared from the room.
The large dark man spoke. "Our origin is stillness. Everything stops. Everything crumbles..."
/
Akasha was atop the highest skyscraper in the city. The gales were strong, powerful and refreshing mixing with the atmosphere of the deep dark night sky. This was Fuyuki City. The year was 2399, and save one area, the city was bustling with life, large enormous buildings with many multiple coloured lights shining. "Sshhh...zzzeeeeooooommmm!"
Akasha yelled in an exhilarated voice as a large flying white flying car had went passed him. There was a large grin on his face. "Lancer, hold me upside down, I want to see my reflection in the window." A disinterested sigh with a slight tone of worry, one that could only be heard by a person great at dealing with emotions, spread across the air.
The Servant Lancer. His hair began to flutter. It's colour could only be described as ash snow. His eyes were of a darker more apparent grey, they seemed quite disinterested yet it carried a small very faint spark of wonder. He wore what looked like light padded armour across his body, it seemed to hug very close to his skin almost being a mix of a suit of armour and some sort of modern exercise clothing. Certain sections of the armour looked rusty, dirty and worn, while the rest seemed sparkling and new as if no harm had ever befallen them. By his waist were two swords. On his left side a marvellous scabbard, golden and blue metal entwining to reach the silver shining blade and hilt. To his right was a tattered leather sheath with a dull looking metal blade. However, if you were to ask a large number of people to draw a common knight sword... this was the exact almost perfect image you would get. "Master... I doubt I would lose my grip, however on the chance something goes wrong..." Lancer was not the luckiest person., his voice was soft spoken somewhat fragile yet at the same time fiery and assertive.
"I don't want to use a command seal Lancer but..." Akasha used a teasing voice, he wouldn't actually use a seal for such a trivial thing. However he wanted to experiment, he now knew what emotion was, he was going to play around a little.
Lancer begrudgingly approached, lifted his Master upside down and made him see his own reflection in the glass.
His hear was a greyish brown cut short at the back while longer at the front like the red suited man in the beginning, he was tall slender and looked very light. His skin wasn't all too light nor too dark.
Then a speeding flying car was about to hit him. His leg twisted and he fell.
Lancer cursed.
A thud occurred. Akasha was now standing at the front of a taxi, two small dents where his feet are.
"So this is... physical pain and... impact that's the word!" Akasha nodded to himself. He then looked at the driver and the passenger. The driver was a man in his forties and was just wearing jeans and a plain shirt, he had a balding head. The passenger was a young man, probably just a little older then Akasha, he had very light purple hair that reflected light very well, his eyes were of a darker violet and around the pupil there was a small ruby red ring. For some reason the passenger was not too taken aback. The driver however had a shocked panicked look on his face and then Akasha once again disappeared in a silver flash.
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"Father, I demand it now!" The wooden oak door smashed against the wall as a young girl charged into the room. Her eyes were a sparkling aqua eyes, she wore a large red sweater and had a fairly short black skirt. Her hair was a black like colour tied in a ponytail.
She stared at her father, the man who Akasha saw in red before.
He was at his wooden desk, the rooms contents were basically bookshelves and what seemed to be clutter as well as a single lard bay window attached to the back of the room, its deep green curtains were closed. His name was Ren. At the tips of his fingers on his left hand were an open book, at the page "Tohsaka Great Ancestor" which displayed a man that bared a striking resemblance to himself and a girl who was basically the same as his own daughter, except for the difference of hair style.
"Kiri. I'm not going to give it to you yet." He firmly spoke in a fairly relaxed tone and then flipped the page.
"He's not coming back you know! Even if he does it'll be to kill you! So, give it to me now. You don't have any other choice!" She yelled at him trying to create a powerful strong impression... but regardless she was still daunted by challenging her own father.
"Kiri. I already told you. You are the heiress. Do not be worried. I-"
He was cut off. "You know that's not true! You want Akasha to be the heir don't you? I slaved away all these years to learn magic, always did the best and never fell behind... yet your still considering him to be the heir? It's because he's a boy isn't it? He knows nothing! He's like a animal. He can't be the heir. Understand that? Dad."
Ren took a deep long sigh. "Go to your room. Speak no more of this!"
Kiri instantly had most of the fight in her drained.
She actually wasn't used to him yelling. "...Alright. I see how it is. Anyway, right now that's not what matters. I want you to prepare me a catalyst for the summoning of a Servant."
Ren looked at her directly in the eyes. "No."
Kiri was once again taken a back but retaliated. "What? The Tohsaka's should always be represented in the war! It's our land. We need to win, you could easily get the catalyst of the best servant possible to..." Ren raised his hand.
"That's my final word. If you truly desire to participate please, find the catalyst on your own."
Kiri turned around and stormed out of the room.
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The mansion was illustrious white walls golden adornments, silver ornaments, fine china and beautiful glass made up the room. A fairly young man sat on a large classical strong chair in the very centre of the room, his age was 27. A man clad in black approached him and whispered into his ear. Around him were several other men seated in similar black clad outfits not revealing their identities. The man in the centre however was dressed definitely. His hair was spiky, pointed backwards and was a dark forest green. His eyes were large and violet and carried a lot of spirit. His had a large red flowing cloak. A large black like turtle neck was under what seem to be light black armour on his chest. He was smiling.
"My family. The 6th grail war shall soon begin! It is time for his name to be known! He has not gotten the respect he deserves! Let us bring to light his heroic legend through the power of the grail, then the government, the magi and history itself cannot oppose the truth! The legend of the great hero..."
The man stood and turned to the north of the room, the men clad in black did the same.
They all turned their eyes to a great statue. A strong tall tanned man. His hair was white and spiky. His eyes were a clear peaceful yet strict grey. He had a large red cloak like the man worshipping him. He had a black lick armour over his chest. In his hands he carried a white Chinese sword and a black coloured one.
The sculpture was astounding.
"Men. We know the truth. He was not a war criminal but a war hero! We shall win the grail... and make this world know the legend of the heroic spirit... EMIYA!"
A large applause burst along with hurrahs.
"Now obtain every artefact relating to knights you can! I will definitely summon a Servant of the Saber class!"
/
Matou Aragaki was a young man. He was loved by all the people of Fuyuki, they saw him as just, incorruptible and noble. He was strong and fit physically and extraordinary mentally. He was an A+ Grade student without a single flaw as a person. He opened the door of the cab he was in and got out, taking a moment to see the damage caused by some random person falling, yet surviving on the car. The Matou estate was the largest skyscraper in the city. 400 or so years ago it was severely damaged and the owners were losing money, so the Matou aided them and over time expanded and took over the company and building.
It wasn't particularly known by the people of Fuyuki but Aragaki was in charge of the company.
He however had no problems. He could easily deal with any company problems with ease. Today he was supposed to give a speech to celebrate 400 years of the company.
He walked inside into a large ball room, with many tables with simple employees, CEO's and investors alike. He cleared his throat gaining the attention of the guests.
"Today we celebrate the 400th year anniversary of Matou Riders. I wish to thank you for all your services over the years and..."
After the celebrations were over he took the elevator to the bottom floor.
Ding. He walked out and approached the basement where his Grandfather lived.
The bottom lair of the floor was flooded with parasitic worms. His grandfather seemed natural there however. He was somewhat small, had white eyes surrounded in black and wore traditional Japanese clothing. "Oh, it's over already boy?"
Aragaki took a step forward. "Grandfather... I mean, Ancestor. I wish to participate in the 6th grail war!"
The old man turned stared, looking only very slightly perplexed.
"Boy, you know that you have no magical circuits... now let me prepare for..."
He suddenly turned and looked at Aragaki again. "...Impossible! You have so many high quality circuits... why didn't I see them until now? How can this be?"
Aragaki smiled. "Ancestor Zouken... I'm what you called Powerful, Talented...I can hide them at will..."
The old man looked plainly for a second then laughed. "...Well you people are my descendants after all. Maybe I've been underestimating my line, very well Boy. I will help get you everything you need, victory is in our grasps."
"Thank you dear Ancestor." Aragaki smiled cheerfully.
"Just you wait you Vampire... I'll WIN... and destroy the Matou clan from the records of history!"
/
A young azure haired man was sitting in the centre of a summoning circle.
"Finally, the 6th grail war my family shall be remembered as the greatest once more! I just have to win!" He could not hear what was approaching him. The footsteps made no sound.
A middle aged man was at the edge of the room, slowly approaching through the front door.
As he stepped forward the walls and floor seem to melt and distort into a weird shattered appearance.
He wore a ton of tattered rags and bandaged wrapped together, the materials they were made of were expensive and of high quality, despite the tatters, dirt and damage it still gave off a beautiful vibe probably similar to what the materials originally were like.
Most of his face was covered in bandages. He had blonde hair that was protruding out due to certain bandage arrangements. His eyes were a deep dark vicious blue. He began to smile a twisted fanged smile as he approached the blue mage.
Then he tapped him on the back. The mage turned around and blew out air of relief.
"Oh it's just you Orobas. I thought for a second you were going to kill me."
Orobas smiled. "Yep I am. Good bye... dear "friend" Hahaha!"
The mage turned around and saw a gaping hole in his chest where his heart should be.
He fell and began to gasp for air.
His still beating heart was in Orobas's grip. Then the man took it to his mouth and bit deep into it.
"Yum." Blood trickled from the man's teeth as his mage "friend" began to ebb out of existence.
"You should never trust a Demon."
/
Akasha yawned. It was morning. He had slept on the top of the skyscraper and Lancer had watched out all night. This location was the best for seeing the rising sun. It's warm morning glow seemed to make Lancer just a little bit happier than the previous night.
"Okay time for serious business. There should be a representative of the church who can tell us what servants have been summoned. The war doesn't start until all are summoned, so relax, Lancer. We can patrol and sightsee the city, giving us a more territorial advantage over other Masters and Servants. By the way Lancer, I have a question."
Lancer turned and spoke. "Very well, what it is Master. However, I wish not to divulge who I am yet, I have my reasons, I would prefer that you respect my wish."
Akasha nodded. "Alright, then. The question I have on my mind is... why are you Lancer yet you are armed with two swords?"
Lancer's face became dull and frosty like. "Sigh, I should have known. Master, Lancer's do not necessarily have to be spear wielders. Saber doesn't not necessarily need to be a swordsman. It happens. However. In my case, I suspect my Noble Phantasm being the case. However I cannot tell you about it at this time. Please forgive me Master."
Lancer made a reluctant bow.
"Furthermore, if I engage in combat I humbly request that you be at least... stay thirty sword lengths away at the minimum if possible, I have a reason for this and once again, I hope you can understand and bear with it for now."
Akasha nodded in acceptance.
"Now, take me to the Church." Lancer grabbed Akasha and disappeared in a silver blur again.
/
The duo arrived at the Church. It was the smallest and simplest building around bar perhaps one traditional Japanese estate they had seen earlier.
Akasha knocked on the door. The man who opened it was one of the men Akasha had seen in the bedroom that night, the one with the severe dark expression and the Buddhist prayer beads.
"Ah, Tohsaka Akasha... Please enter. I assume you wish to know what Servants have been summoned?"
Akasha stayed still and stared at the man for a moment. So did Lancer, who seemed somewhat upset. They then both opened their mouths at the same time.
"Why... is a Buddhist priest the priest of a Christian church!"
The man didn't seem to respond. "...What's unusual about that? A priests a priest, through and through. Should it matter?"
… Akasha and Lancer stood in silence for a moment. They both thought this man was somewhat strange. Despite this they walked into the church and followed him.
"Should I explain the rules... or your situation? Or just tell you who have been summoned?"
Akasha smiled. "I understand all the basics of the grail war... and I know I dislike the group of people I first saw for some reason... but the servants summoned are the most important."
The man nodded his head. "Yes, that seems right... you do deserve the name Akasha, you learnt things by merely being there... too bad you stillness has now been corrupted, but no matter. You're an interesting result either way."
Lancer gave a cold firm yet somewhat confused glare at the Monk.
"Ah, yes. Your situation... to put it in words you'll understand, until you... awoke. You were rendered "still", and there is a theory stillness allows souls to enter Akasha. And with the work of my predecessor... I found a way to send you there and make you, for the lack of a better word rip open the Throne of Heroes, that which holds heroic spirits... enough to release seven servants for this new Grail war. During the 5th war... damages occurred and it has taken 400 years to recover. Thanks too you we may continue the war effort. Your family had purposely, sedated, you from birth. So you would be "still" until now. It was a difficult process even for us."
Akasha closed his eyes for a moment. "The logical emotional reaction should be vengeance on Einzbern, Matou, Tohsaka... and you?"
The Monk, surprisingly nodded in agreement again.
"However if you tried... you'll find it hard to kill me. Not due to my strength, but rather... the nature of my ability... The servants that have been summoned thus far are... Your Lancer, Assassin, Caster... and Berserker."
"Odd... this man doesn't seem to be the type that would be fazed by anything yet, he had... discomfort at berserkers mention. I should remember that."
Lancer thought. Akasha seemed to be taking note of it too.
"So, in other words, Rider, Saber and Archer are yet to be summoned?"
The monk nodded again.
"Very well... what is your name?"
"You may call... me... Araya Souren...That seems to be the most appropriate... that's what people have been calling me for a long while now."
End of Chapter One.
Author Note:
So I hope you all enjoy this fanfic. I certainly am. As servants are revealed I'll be loving your futile guesses to who they are! This'll be an entertaining story, please follow it. Updates on Tuesdays... most likely. I hope. I'll be posting character profiles whenever a Servant is fully revealed or a Master etc dies in the story.