I am Servant Disclaimer. I ask of you, are you Type-moon?
An insignificant event
Chapter 1: Two points of change
Snap In most cases, a ribbon breaking means nothing more then a girl's view being inconvenienced. In this case, this would also be true if not for a sneeze of a girl weeks ago. A poet would of used a butterfly and storms to highlight how a small ripple can become a huge wave...huh, look at that, maybe I am a poet at heart. Anyway, you came here for a story, not a disembody voice wondering if he has the soul of a poet.
Let me start over. The pink ribbon that snapped belonged to a girl named Sakura Matou, a nice but terribly shy girl with a equally terrible past. Her violet hair shifted and covered her also violet eyes. A school uniform of a white shirt with red trimming, a brown vest and a black skirt covered her currently bent over form that was picking up the ruined ribbon. She stared at the scrap of cloth with a sad look. It held no monetary value and of such low quality that with just the money in her pockets right now, she could buy two whole reams of the material, but it was more to her then that. It was a gift from her 'sister', the last gift she got before being sent to live with the Matou 'family'.
"Would you like me to fix it?" Sakura look up at a boy holding out a hand. His name was Shirou Emiya, clad in a brown with black trims school jacket and with reddish orange hair, his golden-brown eyes showing nothing, but kindness.
With a small smile and a light blush that goes unnoticed by the boy, Sakura hand over the ribbon "Thank you."
In the normal chain of events, this would have been an insignificant event, soon forgotten in the chaos of the fifth holy grail war, it having little effect, other than to make Shirou return the ribbon at some point. Here, thank to another insignificant event of a sneeze, the war will play out very different.
000
Much later that same day, Shirou sat in shock, the insignificant ribbon sitting forgotten in his breast pocket. Understandable, since he had been almost killed by a man wearing a blue jumpsuit waving around a spear that speared his heart.
Yeah, that sound like the sort of thing I should go into more detail about, but it been recounted so many times, I'll just give you the cliff's notes. Ahem, Shirou finished packing away the archery club equipment when he heard metal on metal banging. He saw two men fighting, one in red holding two swords and one in blue holding a red spear. He stepped on a twig, drawing their attentions. Mister red didn't care, but Mr blue was to kill any witnesses. Shirou tried to run away, but Mr blue was too quick and Shirou soon found a spear through his heart. He would awaken with a healed body, a bloody jacket showing he had not been dreaming and a red gem next to him. He then headed home.
Anyway, a ringing sounds.
Shirou's mind turn to panic 'That man kill any witnesses. Since I'm still alive...' He rolls, spear barely missing.
Shirou's hand wrap around a steel pole, left by a guest this morning. "To think, I'll have to kill a person twice. What horrible luck I have." the blue man says in a smooth voice with a hint of madness behind it.
"Trace on." the boy mutters, the pole in his hand become more, for a lack of a better word. A swing of a blood-red spear against the pole shows it stronger then before, barely deforming when it should of shattered. The boy, however, is tossed out the window by the force of the blow, lacking any way of bracing himself.
The man look through the window with a cruel smile "A magus? That might make this interesting."
Shirou runs, fear making it hard to think of a plan beyond run away from the bad man, heading into the shed. With a start, Shirou remember that there no other way out. Turning around, he see a red spear pointing at his chest. "Shame it has to end. You were interesting, if only for a moment. You may of even been the seventh." With that he thrust forward.
In that instant, the room light up, the brightness causing the man spear to veer just off course.
000
A request for a servant was received. Angra Mainyu look at the catalyst for this request and sighed. Avalon had only one real hero tied to it, the King of Knights, Arthur or Altria as she was a woman, one that went to great length to hide that fact. She was a great Saber and a good Lancer, Rider or Caster, but all these classes were taken. He play with the idea of Avenger since he did replace the last class during the third war, but even if he wasn't loath to giving the class to someone else, Altria was not Avenger class.
Looking closer at the artefact, he saw another hero. One that angered him. He lack the last class and was suited to Caster and Assassin. Now that he thought about it, the current Assassin's summon was messed up. Really, servant summoning servant, we have rules for a reason, Caster! It would be simple to undo that and put that man in the war, but if that man won...
A sudden feeling drew him to look again at the request. There was a second catalyst, being drowned out by the history of Avalon. It reminded him of Archer's summoning. So lacking in history, but had a hero so strongly tied to it and joy of joys, they were a perfect fit for the last class. He did have a feeling that he should know this hero, but couldn't think of the name. Oh well, it was a choice of a ready made hero or the man that set him back 10 years and another summoning before this war could really start. No contest really. Still, what did a pink ribbon have to do with any hero?
000
As the light died down, a third figure stood in the shed. A young woman with pure white hair and dark red eyes look at the blue man. She was clad in a odd dress made of black lines with red edges that spilt and floated around at the bottom to make a skirt. The dress did little to hide that she was 'blessed' in the chest area. Red tattoos ran along her body, from the bottom of her face to her feet. She was barefooted and a purple ribbon was tied to her hair on the left side.
The look on her face was 'piss off' and her hands were in claws. The man simply smiling "Oh good, you summon a servant." He levelled his spear "Well then, miss-" The sentence was cut off as the woman bull rushed him out the shed. Shirou followed and saw an amazing, but terrify sight.
The young woman, face twisted up in a snarl, fought the spearman at a furious pace. It was a dance, the woman swinging her limbs to meet the spear while putting another on the ground to allow a easy path for the next limb to fly. She wield no weapon, wore no armour, but each time her hand or foot connected to the red spear, a shower of sparks scattered from the impact.
The spearman jump back "You're a good if straight froward fighter. However, with my next move, you will die. I would ask your name, but you are in no state to answer." indeed, the woman seem more like a beast then a human being at that point with all four limbs on the ground and her almost lust filled face.
The spearman took a stance and shouted "Gae Bolg!" To Shirou's eyes, one second, the two were a good 3 meters away from each other and the next, the woman was impaled and held up upon the man's spear. "What did I said-" he turn to look at Shirou, who now felt very exposed "-I'm always right." he grin with that cruel smile. A tug on his spear made him look back. The mad woman was pulling herself along the spear toward the man "Does anyone stay dead when I destroy their heart." He kicked the woman off his spear and levelled it once more.
An annoyed grunt, he relaxed "It seem my 'Master' need me to leave. Shame, I was having fun." And with that, he vanished.
The woman sniffed around like an animal and then relaxed, sanity apparently returning. Turning to Shirou, who drew up the reinforced and bent steel pole in case she attacked, she watched him for a moment. A number of emotions passed her face in that moment before she setted on a respectful smile and asked "I am Servant Berserker. I ask of you, are you my master?"
I've been on a fate/stay night kick and this is a rather roundabout idea I had. Sure, someone must of thought 'what if (I will be surprise if no one guess the servant true name) was Shirou's servant?' but I guess none started with 'what if Alex Mercer was Shirou's servant?' went on to 'What if Ash Upton was Rin's servant?' and then finally 'what if (so and so) was Shirou's servant?'.
Also the sneeze's owner should be clear if I wrote this right.
Anyway review, flame or lurk.