I wake up feeling the wind clashing wildly against my face.

There was a pull from a force I couldn't see, leading me to a place within this endless void of darkness.

It was then that I realized that I had my eyes closed, but the moment I opened them, I saw my true situation.

I was falling.

A tiled roof approached me quicker than I could react.

It collided with my body; cracking and pulverizing into mere specks of dust as gravity refuse to lessen its pull.

I continue to fall, tearing a hole through it, until having my face smacked against a red, furry object that absorbed the impact.

It was easy to tell that I wasn't left unscathed during the process, with most of my body bruised by the intense power of the planet.

"Agk, that hurts.."

I rise up from this object, seeing that it was actually a couch all along, and moved my aching joints. Sometimes, the laws of physics were pretty terrible. I look up to the newly created gaping hole above me, noticing the moon staring right above me.

'How did I fall from there?'

A simple question anyone will ask.

I try to remember what events lead up to my situation, but to avail.

After all, the last scene I could remember was at the rooftop of our school.

My comrades, no, my friends, stayed with me until my final moments of consciousness.

My life… I should be acting as the seal right now…

So why am I inside this room?

I survey the area, eyeing the furniture while further straightening myself out.

It looked to be a westernized living room, sparsely filled with furniture that appeared to be cleaned regularly.

'Must've looked nicer before I landed and wrecked everything.'

Just as I was thinking that, a large thump erupted from the other side of a door just at the end of my vision. If I'm not mistaken, that would be the resident of this house, probably furious to the fact that a stranger just tore a hole on their roof.

I guess I could explain to them my circumstances, no wait, even I myself don't know. Well, so much for that idea.

I picked through my pockets, shuffling through spare change until I felt a rectangular shape, it was my phone, unscratched by the previous ordeal. A GPS should tell me exactly where I am, won't it?

The app loaded slowly, and before it could finish, the previously stated door could no longer bear the force that was applied from it, promptly falling down.

The fallen door revealed the figure of a twin-tailed woman wearing red sweatshirt and black skirt.

"Hi."

I greeted her. The app's still loading anyway. Why's my phone so slow? The internet connection, maybe?

"Who are you? Are you a servant?"

I tilt my head at her question. Well, I can definitely answer the first question, but why would she ask me if I'm a servant? I obviously look like you normal, average high school boy.

"Servant? Do I look like a servant?"

I was both somewhat insulted and curious towards her claims. She face-palmed at my question, however, it looked more as if her irritation came from herself. She mutters a few phrases softly, barely audible from my position. Fortunately, I was still able to make out some parts of it.

"Did I get the summoning wrong? I should have gotten a servant.."

'Summoning?'

What is this girl talking about?

She was looking at her hand, continuing to mutter inaudibly.

"The mark is there… but.."

She glanced to me once again, then back at the mark, with an obvious scrunch between her eyebrows. I should get out of here before things get worse.

"Hey, uh, sorry about the roof. I'll be going now."

I wasn't even able to reach the door as she yanks my arm towards her, breaking my casual stride.

"You're not going to just run away, are you, after what you did to my house?"

It seems she broke out of her reverie, now focusing more at the collateral damage at hand. I wanted to get away from her, but the look on her face sucks away my power to even fight against her grip.

We don't know each other's names yet, and she's already reminding me of a certain ice queen.

Gulp. I feel like this girl could be even worse.

Thankfully, my face didn't betray me and just gave its usual stoic expression.

"..Am I gonna have to use my seal for something this insignificant?"

The woman fell back into her reverie, with a finger on her chin and her whole right arm still digging through my skin. Ow..

Suddenly, she closed her eyes, calming herself in a concentrating fashion. She raised her left arm, stretching her hand that began to glow a dim light, disappearing with one of the designs of the emblem tattoo that was emblazoned upon it.

'That wasn't a tattoo.. then? What kind of power is that?'

After a few seconds pass, she looked at me with a glare.

"So it is you after all."

It is I?

"It is 'I' what?"

I blurted out the thought that hovered around my mind.

"Playing coy, aren't we, servant?"

"I'm telling you, I'm not a servant. I don't particularly like doing chores."

"Are you kidding me!? Not that kind of servant! Idiot!"

"Not that 'kind'? So I look like a bodyguard or something?"

"Agh! Stop messi-"

The banter continued until she stopped in her tracks, as if an idea suddenly came to mind.

"You mean… you don't know about servants… about the Holy Grail war?"

"Holy Grail War?"

The term strung a cord within me, not one of familiarity, for I've never of any war for the Holy Grail. It's simply the simple concept that a war would be waged and named after it that piqued my interest.

"Sigh.. So it does look like I'm going to have to explain. Why am I stuck with such a troublesome servant?"

She squeezed her fingers against the bridge of her nose, forcing down the headache rising from having to deal with this situation. She sat down on the couch still moderately clean from my previous accident and tried summarize the whole ordeal.

"The Holy Grail War is a war between seven different magi of different origins, where the last man standing will be able to have their wildest wishes essentially come true."

"An all-out battle royale…"

I mutter underneath my breath, softly enough for her to not notice.

"I'm one of the participants in the war, not strictly because I have a wish to be granted, but rather of familial responsibilities."

"Familial responsibilities?"

"I'm.. the only one left to take the mantle for my family. That's it. Really."

There was no need to push further, seeing her face reluctant to delve into the subject.

"In any case, I shall continue."

She talked about each magus having their own servant given to them by the Holy Grail, the same artifact that's used to grant their wishes. These servants are people that have carved a name for themselves in history, usually with a personality that matches his or her master. They are divided within seven classes: Saber, Archer, Caster, Berserker, Rider, Lancer and Assassin. There were also short explanations on how magic in general works, and all those other things that most magi and servant would deem basic knowledge, not to me however.

"By the way, which class are you?"

She looked at me with curiosity, but alas, it's not one I would be able to satiate. I merely shrugged my shoulders as a reply.

"Figures."

She sighed once more, before standing and straightening herself out. Quite a long time has passed since our introductions, and I'm sure I was unintentionally keeping her awake late at night.

Hmm, speaking of introductions..

"…Yuki."

"Hmm?"

A slight tilt of the head came as a reply from the raven haired twin-tail lady. I wouldn't blame it on her to not understand, even I myself forgotten these basic manners until just now.

"Makoto Yuki."

My hand was raised, prepared for a shake. Her eyes widened a little with realization, causing me to smile inwardly. She reached for the hand that waited to be shaken.

"Rin Tohsaka."

But, before this hand of mine grew accustomed to the warm feeling of another human being, the pleasant sensation of Tohsaka's hands was replaced by the thin, cylindrical, cold wooden shaft of a broom. How was she able to switch it out so quickly?

"As your first job as a servant, clean this mess, won't you?"

She skipped out of the living room with the small satisfaction of victory, while I'm stuck here, holding a piece of broom under the cold dim glare of the moon.

Tohsaka seemed liked a bright woman, yet I don't think she will be able to help me out. There was simply too much difference on our expertise. I seriously doubt she can tell me why I'm not attached to some of grandiose gate acting as the final barrier between the world and the harbinger of the end of practically everything.

I scratched my head in annoyance. Igor might be of some help, but will I really be able to enter the Velvet room again?

It was then that the beeping of my phone snapped me out of my thoughts. I pulled it out of my pockets, turning it on to see the app that loaded too long for my taste.

"Network Communication Error. Please try again later."

'Well, that's just great.'

Author's Notes: Hey guys, it's Phearo here. I know this thing is practically done to death, but just seeing one of the fanfics here just can't help myself have the incredible want to rip it off blatantly- er I mean to be inspired by it. Yup that sounds much better. So anyways, I hoped you liked the first chapter, and hopefully it also won't be the last, considering my attention span is shorter than a squirrel with ADHD. Yay! Butterflies! brb