Hello all! This is my first Fanfiction if you didn't already know :p Crazy how one reading can become the one writing! Anyway, I love this anime, so I decided to create my own with my own characters and all! Keep in mind all the servents are different as well. Hope you enjoy! More chapters will be coming soon, I hope :o
Chapter 1
Even though I was born into a magus family, I never really thought too much about the Holy Grail wars. I knew my father was a part of it, and my mother died before she could tell me anything about it. Course, I knew I would eventually participate as well, but I'm ready for it. Actually, I've been ready for quite some time now. Everything was going to be different of course. Since I do live in Italy, our servants are completely different. I've practiced everyday re-sighting the words to summon the servant class Lancer. Why Lancer you ask? A while back I found some old journals my father used to have. In one, it talked of how he had the servant Lancer. He and Lancer made the ultimate team, but somehow I wondered why they hadn't won. The day before my Father died, he had given me the instruction of summoning him when it was my time. He didn't say why, but I figured it was important. So here I am now, waiting for the clock to hit the right time so I can summon. My nerves were on edge of course, the weight of perfection on my shoulders. Once the clock struck, I rolled my shoulders and off I went. Chanting softly, I thrusted my arm out with an open hand, saying the last word. Red light filled my vision and soon a figure standing before me. I blinked slowly, stepping back a little. For a minute the world tilted, but my brain registered I was indeed falling from my step. But the feeling of muscular arms caught me quickly. I opened my eyes and relaxed my brace. "We first see each other and you're already in my arms."
I paused, "Excuse me?" I scowled at my servants face. The servant smiled, "I have to admit, and being Marc's daughter I never thought you'd fall into my flirtatious trap so easily." His smile was giddy. I blinked again for a moment, before my body reacted with a blush. "Wait! H-Hold on a S-Sec!" I stuttered and quickly stumbled out from his embrace. "How do you know who I am?" I asked finally as my blush had time to fade. He shrugged, "He told me I'd be your servant next for sure, so I just guessed. Looks like I was right." "By 'he', you mean?.." A pause. "Your Father sweetheart." I scowled quickly and gave a glare. "Okay, let's set some rules while we're here. First-" I put up a finger, "No name calling. Second, I am your master and you will obey my every command." The tall man tilted his head, "I think I get the second part. After all, I am a servant." The sarcasm in his voice somehow ticked me. "So you must be Lancer, correct?" I asked slowly, folding my arms and tapping my foot. "Indeed I am." He gave a smile, and with that summoned his lance. It was black with gold trimming, and looked like the one daddy drew in his books. "That's amazing craftsman ship." The man beamed, "Not as much as your craftsman ship." I could feel the heat rising to me cheeks. Again. "Third rule. No flirting." "You hurt me Master."
Walking into my apartment, building, I waved hello to the doorman and occupied an elevator. "So this is where you live huh? What happened to your parents house?" Lancer appeared beside me in the empty elevator. "It's still there. I just don't want to live in it. It's too big for just me." I shrugged casually. "Too big?! You're joking right?" he took a step in front of me. I made a face. "I don't like living alone in such a big place." His face turned, "Oh. I guess that's a valid contradiction. I'm not used to living alone." He trailed off quickly, before the ding from the elevator stopped both of our thoughts. I stepped from the metal box and headed down the hall, jamming my key into the lock and opening the door with the familiar creak. I glided in, setting my bag down and plopping onto my couch. Lancer shut the door behind him, slowly observing his surroundings. His black locks curled around both sides of his jaw. His body was tall and muscular, and by far his greatest characteristic was his eyes. The deep emerald, a forest I could get lost into if I wasn't careful. "So Master, what's your plan of action?" I frowned. "A plan?" He seemed taken aback by my statement. "You mean to say you don't have a plan?" I shrugged, "I never thought about it. Hm." I tapped my chin and saw him shake his head out of the corner of my eye.