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Summary: "He wasn't wrong." Archer isn't a hero. He didn't want to be one at all. But when the fate of humanity hangs in balance, what is a Counter Guardian to do?

Chapter [1]: Trace On

"WHAT THE FUCK."

Archer's eyebrows twitched as he looked into a conveniently placed window glass store.

Red hairs, amber eyes and a fair skinned person stared back at him. He looked like a certain 14 year old Japanese idiot.

Oh Archer knew who he was looking like; it is just that the answer was far from pleasing to him. If he had to look like Shirou Emiya once more, every morning in the mirror, someone was going to have to pay.

Stranded outside the massive walls that read "Kingdom of Vale" (Whatever that meant.), that was far from his favourite position to be summoned. He had no money or identification on him either.

That in addition to the fact that he could feel his contract with Alaya having being terminated somehow, he didn't have a purpose either.

Archer didn't know it was Zelretch's, Shirou's or perhaps that bastard Gilgamesh's fault. He vowed to castrate all three the next time he met them, just to be safe side.

Swearing vengeance, Archer moved towards the entry point that was visible on the wall half a mile away.

Three Years Later

Qrow was far from sober but he could see straight, so there was that.

Reaching in his jacket, he reached for his bottle to remedy that. The Mistrailian brew burnt his insides but damn if it didn't hit like a hammer. Vale had better tasting liquor but alas, people of Vale seemed to have the liver of a 3 year old, unlike him.

Never let it be said that Qrow Branwen was not smug about his iron liver.

"A little too early to start drinking, eh Mr. Branwen?" Good old Ozpin, if only he wasn't a little too uptight, it would be fantastic.

"Never too little to start drinking!" Qrow punctuated the statement by taking a swig from his bottle.

Ozpin merely sighed. Ozpin started walking and Qrow followed.

"How is Ms. Xiao-Long?"

"As good as always, misses her mother though."

Ozpin and Qrow shared a look before Qrow continued.

"She is excited about Beacon though."

"I am happy to hear it."

"Now if only she could stop irritating that bastard." A look of profound distaste passed through Qrow's face.

Ozpin smiled, working around teenager gave him enough to make an educated guess.

"Oh, did Ms. Xiao Long found the springtime of Youth, eh?"

"NO!" Qrow answered immediately before the looks from other people on street forced him to control his voice.

"No, No, never that!" Qrow furiously whispered.

"Yang has never and will never discover spring of any kind!"

This was amusing, Ozpin thought in amazement. Now he knew why Qrow teased so many people, it was fun. Especially when Qrow himself was the target!

"She has merely been irritating the hell off that red haired bastard."

And there went his amusement down the drain. A look of deep thought passed through Ozpin's face. Unfortunately Qrow was far from drunk enough to miss that.

"A Lien for your thought?" Qrow asked seriously.

"I think my thoughts are not quite the cheap." Ozpin tried to blow the thing in humour but even he knew that was a weak diversion.

"Headmaster Ozpin." Ouch, that hurt."What do you know about Archer?"

Any hope that Ozpin had that the red head in question wasn't Archer was quashed in that instant.

"You know that forge we are going to?" Ozpin asked

"Offcourse, I know it. Unlimited Blade Works? I asked you to take me there." Ozpin merely looked at Qrow waiting for revelation to kick in.

It dawned upon Qrow, unfortunately.

"Wait, Archer is the fucking blacksmith?!" Thankfully there were few people to hear that.

Not that really was a factor, Ozpin thought sarcastically, at the volume Qrow shouted the Headmaster doubted that there was any person in Vale who hadn't heard the drunkard.

(Signal High School)

It was a good day, Archer concluded.

As he sat in the cafeteria, he was greeted by his name of Shirou by some people. The people who knew him called him Archer.

It galled him to use the idiot's name once more but when three years ago he had tried to gain entry into the Kingdom, he had needed a full name and that was the only he really had. He had tried Archer Emiya only to be laughed off.

Archer had added the unknown guard of Vale's wall on his hit list, just beneath the three bastards that he had sworn to castrate for sending him here in the first place.

Oh, over the period of three years Archer had indeed concluded that it was likely that he had probably paradoxed himself from becoming Counter Guardian by warning his past self of Shirou Emiya against getting in contract with Alaya in first place.

He had tried to create a paradox by killing Shirou but had instead created paradox by saving his past self.

It was butterfly effect at its finest, Archer concluded before musing on the irony.

But still, Archer hated Shirou Emiya. He didn't hate Shirou anymore for the idea of trying to save people but he did hate Shirou for the fact that idea of Shirou Emiya was simply far easier to continue hating rather than not.

It was during this musing that one of his friends approached.

Jennifer "Jenn" Lawer was an acquaintance from his accounting class. She had multiple attractive qualities long red hairs, icy blue eyes and a witty humour but none of them were as attractive as her C-cup.

Dusting off the old Emiya charm, Archer gave her a smile causing her to blush. This, this was what he missed. Now don't be quick to judge Archer here. He was a handsome man who knew that he looked good and liked having a good time.

An arm wrapped around his neck.

Archer sighed for the 50th time in last hour, and there went his good time.

"Xiao-Long! What the hell you are doing?!" Jenn was not happy with Yang. Neither was Archer but he had learnt long ago that Yang was harder to deter when she got ramped.

"Just taking a mickie out of my best friend. The question is what are you doing here?" Yang literally growled at Jenn causing her to flinch back.

Jennifer stomped away.

Archer watched her go away, feeling somewhat saddened.

"Now that you have succeeded in screwing up my life once more, what can I do for you Ms. Xiao-Long?" Watching Yang grimace at the full name, Archer took it as his victory.

Yang was a beautiful women and Archer did know that. However he was a high schooler with an interest in economics and she was a budding Huntswomen, a profession that was far too close to his previous life for his comfort.

The last three years had been one mess after another. No money, no ID and no certification. So Archer had done a small time jaunt as a mercenary and a blacksmith later.

Then White Fang found him.

Forcefully suppressing his ire at that, Archer took the solace in the fact that today all that will end. Ozpin would be coming today to claim his marker at Unlimited Blade Works and then there would be that.

He would be free.

"Shirou."And if that didn't cause a look of distaste to follow through his face.

"How many times have I asked you to call me Archer?"Archer interrupted.

"How many times have I asked you to call me Yang?"She rebuked

"Fair enough Yang, what do you want?"

Idly, Archer knew that Yang liked that he didn't stared at her (admittedly nice) breasts every ten seconds but Archer had been an hunter for so long that he had lost count of time long ago and he had no intention to walk that path once more.

She smiled at him causing a pit to form in his stomach. Today was just not his day.

(Archer's Forge – Unlimited Blade Works)

(Archer POV)

"YOU!" I shouted.

"YOU!" Qrow shouted back.

It was just not my day. The bastard Ozpin was looking smugly satisfied and somehow, somewhat it was his entire fault.

"I see you are familiar with each other." Ozpin idly commented.

"He wants to defile my niece!"

"His niece wants to defile me!" I glared back, not willing to back down from the drunkard.

Ozpin chuckled. We both glared at him. Why the gall of the man...

"Qrow, this Archer. Archer, this is Qrow." Introductions done, Ozpin moved inside the forge.

"I thought you were an economics student." Qrow grumbled.

"I am but desperate time calls for desperate measures." I answered the unasked question.

Qrow didn't reply to that. He didn't know how to.

"So the scythe was ordered by you?" I asked wanted to getting him over with.

Qrow nodded in affirmation,"Did it come out okay? I wanted it for Ruby."

Okay is not the word I would use for Crescent Rose. It would probably be my last creation, so I had gone more than a little overboard. I almost took pride in forging Crescent Rose. If it wasn't just a tool, no matter how powerful, I would call it my masterpiece.

"Is she still hard to control?" One doesn't get hang out with Yang for two years without learning about her sister.

Qrow smiled at that. If he didn't took a swig afterwards I would have liked to call the air almost friendly.

Reaching the forge, I saw Ozpin inspecting my blades. Failed attempts but this world apparently had much lower standards than mine ever had.

"If you ever need money, you know my offer will always stand."Ozpin commented taking a long staff in his hand.

I understood what Ozpin meant. With almost all of legendary weapons and their forging methods from my world being imprinted in the seat of my soul, I outstripped every single blacksmith in this world by a ridiculous margin. For every master blacksmith in this world, I had experience of a hundred Legendary Blacksmith at the very least in the Unlimited Blade Works.

My blades were worth their weight in gold and I knew it. The sword I had forged for Winter Schnee as well as the rapier I had made for her sister was more than worth enough to tide me over for a few years if I managed my finances well enough.

"I appreciate the offer." And I did. But I was just too disappointed with this road that I wanted a life of peace.

I reached behind the table and withdrew a large back which said Crescent Rose.

I spoke even as I displayed it. "Titanium Alloy, ultra sharp, standard height and Aura piercing blade."

"Aura piercing blade?"Ozpin questioned while Qrow was just gaping at the obviously ultra high grade weapon.

I understood them both. Such high quality weapon didn't exist in this world and while Ozpin had probably heard of the ineffective Aura piercing rounds, the blade was on another level entirely.

"You both have Aura?" I asked them. My study on the mystic force in this planet was far from extensive but I knew enough.

Ozpin nodded but Qrow was just admiring the blade. Qrow touched the blade's edge, rendering the point moot.

"Ouch!"

Without any resistance from his Aura, the blade went through his skin.

Even as they were flabbergasted from the frankly first of its kind blade, the realization set in. If it could pierce Aura of humans, it could pierce the Grimm's version of Aura as well. Their ultra hard hide.

I packed the scythe back in the black bag before commenting.

"Send Ruby by tomorrow evening for personal fitting. I am having a weapons expert come by to install sniper rifle."

"Archer."Ozpin began and I interrupted him, already knowing his question.

"Someday else Ozpin maybe but for now, this will be last product of the Aura Piercing kind." I knew just how valuable it was. A weapon that rendered the defences of your enemies moot.

But I had made my decision.

"OOH!" I could feel my eyebrow twitch.

I had met Ruby before but I don't remember her being annoying. Not even close to this much. Yang complained about her being introverted and anti-social.

I think I liked her when she was shy.

She was running around like crazy in my forge, literally teleporting with her semblance. I let her do this; hopefully she would be tired soon.

I was wrong.

"Yes, that is Titanium Alloy.

"Yes that is a Kusarigama."

"No I will not make you a Kusarigama."

"Yes that is a Katana."

"No I will not make you a Katana."

"Yes that is an Odaichi."

"No I will not make you an Odaichi."

And on it went.

When she seemed tired enough, she seemed to retreat in her introverted shell. Finally, I thought she would never get tired enough.

I showed her Crescent Rose, fully equipped with the sniper rifle as well. With Ruby being tired, hopefully she wouldn't annoy me anymore.

I was wrong.

It was a pleasant day and I had just finished all my chores. With my forge closed down for good, it had been a fantastically normal weekend.

With a bag of grocery in my hands, I approached my home. It wasn't a humongous place but the rent was cheap.

An explosion rocked in the back ground.

Or it was rather a good day.

I would have run away and I intended to but unfortunately my eyes caught the sight of Roman Torchwick clashing with an all too familiar scythe.

The world seemed to slow down.

It wasn't my battle, I raged at myself.

She would die. Roman is far more experienced than most veteran hunters, let alone Ruby. A voice that sounded like what Shirou would have said sounded in my mind.

It's her fault for playing at being a hero. I raged back. God damn it, this was why I didn't want anything to do with hunter.

It is not wrong to want to be a hero.

Memories came of a man named Kiritsugu, a man who I once called Father and a night with full moon.

When the nostalgia faded away, I was surrounded by men facing Roman. Ruby was behind me, knocked out from an explosion.

With Kanshou and Bakuya in my hand, I took a moment to wonder if I wanted to do this after all.

The city cameras surrounding me ensured that I would never have the choice to back down.

But...

My prana roared in their circuits.

But, it was better to be a failure rather than be a coward.

"Guess you cannot teach an old dog, new tricks." I thought to myself.

Roman was saying something but I couldn't hear him. The world had gone strangely still as I rushed at him.

It was evident that despite me being out of shape, I outclassed him as his eyes could barely keep up. I took a swing and a scored a carved a gouge straight through his Left chest. His aura being the only thing that protected his lungs.

He reflexively jumped back and I made to follow but his men fired at me.

Fodder first, I changed my priorities and I rushed at the men.

I beheaded the first person that came at me without mercy. This was the difference between me and Huntsman. It was a cruel but necessary decision.

"If I find you all again, I will kill you all!" It wasn't killing intent, it was just a promise.

Promises have power as Kiritsugu had once taught me.

I looked back at my opponent only to see he was trying to bandage himself up with help of a short multi-haired girl. Not on my watch, I prepared to rush before someone spoke.

"Merciless as always!" Clapping reached my ears along with an all too familiar voice.

"Adam Taurus." I simply stated. This just got a little harder. For a moment, we just stared at each other.

I held the card even if Adam didn't know. We both had an injured party on our side (Roman in his case and Ruby in mine) but I knew everything about Adam from my time in White Fang and he knew Jackshit about my combat skills.

I contemplated tracing a higher weapon but dismissed the idea. Too much collateral damage even if successful. And besides Kanshou and Bakuya were stronger than normal here in Remnant anyways.

With little to no traction by Gaia, my weapons were almost perfect always. The blades in my hand were B-rank noble phantasms as evidenced by the fact that despite being Non-Aura piercing in nature they slice through Roman's thick Aura defence with ease.

Adam's Wilt and Blush were strong as I myself had made them once upon a time but they were far from Noble Phantasm.

"How are the swords treating you?" I asked probing for weakness.

"Splendidly, the Fang misses you." His stance was simply too ready.

"I miss the Fang before you took over too." The White Fang had been an accepting place before Adam took the control of organisation. Accepting enough to accept a no name mercenary and call him family.

"What are you doing with this trash?" I knew Adam enough to tell that Roman Torchwick was the last of human that Adam would willingly work with.

"Desperate times call for desperate measures."Adam grinned back at me with a feral look.

Indeed. I decided to take his advice in this battle.

"How are Gambol Shrouds treating Blake?" I asked cruelly. Desperate time calls for desperate measures.

Adam flinched. Still a painful subject, eh Adam?

But this was my opening, Aura was about to heal Roman completely and once he was done healing, it would be a three on one.

I rushed and took my slash. Reflexively Adam bought up the chokutō Wilt and slashed with Blush. But I already knew it. My world of Swords had every single move that Wilt and Blush could do stored within it and I knew his fighting style inside out.

I dodged back and slashed with Bakuya knowing it will be blocked with both hands, leaving my Kanshou free. Adam concentrated his entire Aura to almost unfathomable levels around his torso to tank the weapon that came.

But Kanshou was a noble phantasm. Slowed but not deterred, I jammed the short sword in his stomach. A look of shock came across his face and I savoured it before Adam jumped back.

I jumped after him, unwilling to give him time to recover. Adam took a defensive stance. Moves came as Wilt and Blush told me the flaws of the style themselves and I selected the one with highest degree of damage potential.

Poor Adam, betrayed by his weapons.

I jumped again in a massive overhead leap and brought the weapons downwards in an overhead slash. With his greater strength, ground support and massive Aura, Adam easily tanked it. For a moment I floated in air and our eyes met. His scrunched in painful concentration and mine with predatory emptiness.

I had won whether he knew or not.

I spat in his eyes, causing him to reflexively close them and losing sight of me for a moment.

I jammed his already injured abdomen with reinforced right leg, even as Roman fired at me. The Aura healing was something, I felt slightly jealous.

I cut away the dust bullets with Bakuya.

"Go Neo!" Roman ordered as he staggered towards Adam.

Neo rushed at me at remarkable speed but I ignored her. Her Semblance was impressive but her weapons betrayed her.

Her umbrella was well made but there was only one of them and it was currently heading towards Ruby. A hostage situation was too dangerous to be allowed, if I had any say in it. Unfortunately, I knew I would be to slow.

"Trace On" I chanted idly, even as I placed myself between Roman and Neo.

Dozens of nameless swords manifested themselves between Neo and Ruby. She retreated towards me.

Her reflexes were great and she was fast as well as flexible. It was evident from the fact that despite her surprise at me predicting her retreat, she tried to defend. Unfortunately her constitution was shit as a single punch knocked her out.

I saw Roman look at me with rage at knocking out Neo. What do you know, honour amongst thieves. But he retreated regardless.

He let loose a barrage of dust in my direction as well Ruby. But it wasn't me who defended.

Massive telekinetic wave ripped through the ground and I stone to come in front of us and formed a solid barrier against fire.

I looked at our benefactor.

"Professor Goodwitch." I greeted and she merely nodded in my direction. She probably didn't know me. I had no doubt that she would remedy that at the closest peaceful moment we got.

A bullhead lifted itself into our view. Roman and Adam jumped onto the open hangar.

Apparently, Goodwitch had the same idea as me as she propelled the remaining stone at the bullhead.

The air charged with prana and my eyes widened with shock. Magecraft in this world?!

Massive gouts of flame shone upon us and devoured the stones before continuing our way. Glynda formed a massive telekinetic barrier but I doubted that would be enough.

My skin felt crispier already as her barrier cracked.

I closed my eyes. So much for holding back.

The shield of the Ajax came into my mind. Strong as seven walls of fortress, impenetrable even to the spear of great hero Hector.

"RHO AIAS!"

A beautiful shield the likes of which this world had never seen came into existence parting the sea of flame from us and easily holding up to the magecraft of our opponent.

Through the translucent shield, I could see the amber eyes of our opponent being displeased as they turned golden.

"Maiden's power." Goodwitches's whisper was horrified and I mentally catalogued that name.

A pillar of fire broke through four petals of the Rho Aias causing me to cringe in pain. The Rho Aias was strong as it took strength from its owner's body but breaking it had consequence as well. My bones cracked as the fifth petal broke before the assault finally stopped.

Prana roared in my veins as I watched the hanger close. Not like this.

"Enkidu!"

The chains of heavens erupted from my body and rushed at our opponent who created a barrier of prana enhanced flames.

But my target was different.

Neatly sidestepping her (because the semi-visible long hairs seemed feminine); they took grasp of my target and pulled.

Even as the bullhead sped away, I took solace in the fact that I had captured Adam.

A flash of camera went off causing me to look at my back.

And there I saw hundreds of cops and dozens of reporters.

One of whom had just taken my picture of capturing the head of White Fang.

It was just not my day, I wondered as I watched Glynda pointed in my direction to an officer who took out a notepad to take my statement and probably take me into custody.

Author's Note: Should I continue? I basically wrote it because the idea wouldn't leave me alone.

Basically it is a reformed Archer, who is kind of Anti-Hero. Strong and wants to help people but doesn't want to be a conventional goody goody hero, if you know what I mean. Took him from the Unlimited Blade Works route with few changes.

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