A girl sat down with a man at a café.
"Why did you insist on meeting me in person?" the girl asked.
"I think it's important you have some real human interaction to maintain your sanity."
"I appreciate your concern."
"You don't have to lie; I know such things are beyond you. Anyway, what's your impression of the first six?"
"Tohsaka Rin is the obvious choice."
"Agreed. But there's still the matter of the seventh."
"They should appear soon."
"Right. Well, for now just keep an eye on Tohsaka. You're dismissed."
The girl quickly left.
Emiya Shirou watched the two men fight. One in red and one in blue.
"Who are you?" the man in blue with the red spear asked, "I've never heard of a bowman who fights with twin swords!"
"But it's easy to tell who you are, there's only one spearman of your caliber in all the world!" the man in red replied.
The two fought at an incredible speed. Performing impossible jumps and attacks with superhuman skill, the two fought with odd weapons. The man in red wielded two swords, one as white as his hair, the other black as night. Save for color, the weapons were identical. The man in blue used a large red spear, which glowed at times, to fight. At those times, Shirou would feel certain of one thing: the man in red was going to die.
Several times throughout the fight the man in red was disarmed, only for the missing blade to reappear in his hand before the next exchange of blows. Terrified by what he saw Shirou stepped back and onto a twig with a painfully loud crack. The men fighting turned toward Shirou, and he ran as fast as he could into the nearby school building. When he thought he had lost them he slumped against the wall.
Suddenly, the blue man was there.
"Yo," he said, "you covered a lot of ground, "But today wasn't your lucky day. Now that you've seen us you have to die."
He skewered Shirou's heart on his spear and Shirou blacked out. The blue man left.
Tohsaka Rin came running around the shoulder to see the body. She was shocked at the sight. She thought she had resigned herself to the possibility of casualties, but actually seeing it was different.
"The least I can do is sit with you while you die," she said, then she recognized the boy, "Oh no, why did it have to be you?"
The girl pulled out a silver amulet with a red gem set in it. With a quiet command, she used the gemstone to heal the boy's destroyed heart. She left hastily, leaving the gem behind in her hurry.
Shortly afterwards, Shirou awoke.
"I'm… alive?" he asked himself.
Shirou quickly headed home. A note from Sakura informed him that she had gone home for the day. Suddenly, he heard a noise on the roof. Without investigating, he realized it must be the blue man with the crimson eyes. Shirou grabbed one of the posters Fuji-nee had brought. Trace on, he thought, components analyzed. Reinforcement complete.
"Okay, come on," he said, "I'm ready for you this time!"
Sensing a presence behind him he turned and parried the blue man's first strike, though he still took a shallow cut on his right arm.
"Now it makes sense," the blue man said, "you're a magus, right?"
The man struck again, and again the spear was parried by the reinforced poster. Still, the poster was damaged and it was becoming clear that Shirou stood no chance of winning on his own. Maybe there was something in the shed that could help him. He took a swing to the arm which sent him flying. Shirou quickly dodged the next strike, bursting through a window and heading toward the shed. The spearman floated right through a wall to follow.
The blue man quickly caught up with Shirou and delivered a savage kick sending Shirou flying into the shed wall. Shirou dodged the next few strikes, scrambling backwards. One strike hit the shed door, collapsing it and sending Shirou rolling backwards into the shed.
Shirou stood and parried a killing blow, only for his bent and battered weapon to break on contact.
"That wasn't bad, kid," said the spearman, "Maybe you were even meant to be the seventh."
"The seventh?"
Before the spearman could answer, the ground behind Shirou began glowing. A regally beautiful woman with golden heir in a braid and bun, green eyes, and wearing an elegant blue and white dress with armor appeared out of nowhere. She charged forward swinging an invisible weapon at the blue man.
The man blocked but the force of the blow sent the spearman out of the shed. The air pressure pushed on Shirou causing him to cry out slightly. The woman then turned to Shirou.
"I ask of you, she said, "are you my Master?"
"What? Master?"
Outside, Lancer was deciding whether to curse or thank his luck when he noticed a dark figure standing on the estate's walls. The figure drew what looked like a shield and threw it at Lancer, then jumped after it, readying a sword.
Lancer caught the reflection of the figure in the shield-like object and it was so real that he instinctively blocked the strike, realizing his mistake too late, he jumped backwards, taking a shallow strike across his arm and chest.
"Who the hell are you?" Lancer asked. Had the kid managed to summon two Servants?
The figure landed in a crouch then stood to its full height. It was a young woman, about the kid's age. She had black air and dark brown eyes and she was wearing a black dress. She directed an empty, soulless gaze at Lancer. Honestly, it kind of creeped him out.
"Avenger," answered the girl.
AN: Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed and please review. Thanks.
Edit: I am now looking for a co-writer to help flesh out this story. PM me if you're interested.