Destiny/Stop Day
A/N: Welp, this is struck me at random and I decided to jot it down for shit's and giggles. To anyone who cries OCC I shall reply with a resounding, "Meh."
Chapter 1: C-C-C-Changes!
The only thing he knew was battle.
The only peace he knew was the wait for the next confilict.
And so he waited...
"-em and the archduke of contracts to the cornerstone."
He was aware. This was not a strange circumstance, as his life had been marked by a hyper-awareness of himself and those around him.
"The alighted wind becomes a wall. The gates in the four directions close, coming from th-"
It was strange, he thought. He should not be aware, nor should he be thinking, or most importantly of all, listening.
"-hat leads to the kingdom circulate."
"Shut (fill)."
The words were stange yet contanied meaning that was on the bleeding edge of his thoughts.
"Shut (fill)."
Promise.
"Shut (fill)."
He understood then, as he always did when the quicksilver focus gifted to him rose to the forefront.
"Shut (fill)."
The words where a promise. A contract. A chance.
"Shut (fill)."
"Repeat every five times."
At something great, epic, grand, and defineing.
"Simply, shatter once filled."
He did not know if he should accept. The only regrets in his life where the result of hasteily accepted aggrements and poorly worded contracts.
"-I announce. Your self is under me, my fate (doom) is in your sword."
After a infintesimle amount of time he pushed aside his missgiveings and decided as he alway's did.
"Here is my oath. I am the one who becomes all the good of the world of the dead, I am the one who lays out all the evil of the world of the dead."
He would sow the wind.
"You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrance, O keeper of the balance-!"
And reap the whirlwind.
"...I am Servant Saviour. I ask of you, are you my Master?"
"W-what!? This-I-you-where? Where in the world did you bloody come from!?"
*Sigh*
In a hall of signifigance, a die is cast.
"I will now award you with your diplomas! You've done done well for these last seven years, but the real training starts now! Do not let your resolve weaken!."
"Loosen up please, and at least try to look a little happy. This is Negi's big day afterall." The softly muttered comments teaseing tone was not lost on him, and as it always did released the bit of tension that only those who knew him very well could spot.
"...Sorry. This place brings back some memiores." The soft 'hmm' he received in response was enough to let him know that Nekane had filed that little facttoid away. This was enough to make him smmother a sigh and stretch his shoulders a little. Of course, every action having a equal and opposite reaction, this brought a discontent murmer from the person behind him.
Nekane Springfield, spying the byplay, giggled softly even as she kept her attention on the Academy's Headmaster and the ongoing ceremony. The being beside her was tall with wide shoulders, narrow hips and a build that hinted of leashed grace, speed and power.
All of this was offset by the Servants features; a hard, pale, youthful face with a dusting of bearly visable freckles topped off with close cut dark brown hair. His eye's however, where probably his most outstanding trait. They burned with a errie hazel color while displaying insight into what he was thinking to those who knew him well.
"Springfield, Negi!"
And right now they convyed pride. It amazes me that such a hard man can project so much emotion with his eye's alone, thought the eldest Springfield before she spotted her little redheaded cousin eagerly shuffle onto the platform. After accepting the diploma from his grandfather the boy turned to the audiance to give a bow he hurried over to the waiting pair.
Both gave the ten year old some quiet congradulations as they waited for the ceremoney to come to a close.
A bound through time and space is forged in peace.
"I have never been out of the country before!"
"I know."
"This is so exciting Saviour!"
"...please calm down."
"I mean, Japan! Japan!"
"Master, slow down. You are going to hurt yourself at this rate."
"Quick! Saviour get me my reference books!"
"Master, calm down!"
"I can't! I need to study!"
"That's a Spanish-to-English guide..."
"...I knew that."
*Sigh*
A thousand experiances are remade into a blade beyond compare.
And once more over the Rubecon we go.
"Wow! This is amazing! There's so many people!"
"...Keep your wit's about you Master."
"What, why?"
The Servant was highly tempted to facepalm but settled for remembering that his master was ten after all.
"...Let's just ask for some direction's Master."
"Good Idea! Say that fellow look's like he know's what he's about!"
"Stop running Negi!"
"Then keep up John!"
"I should have stayed in the Throne."
The ken of mortols shall be rent aside, and eldritch battle lines shall be drawn.
Elsewhere seven mystic circles began to hum with power and one of the biggest nexus of magic in the world started to creak with anticapation and a certian multi-verse hopping True Ancestor started to laugh his ass off.
And thus the Earth is broken when battle is joined.
End Chapter 1
Afterword: Just a little something I cooked while looking at an old fic of mine. Anybody who guesses who Saviour is win's a internet cookie. Oh, and as for power scaling, well any universe that has Jack "Goddamn" Raken in it will be able to handle itself.
One last note: Saviour stat's will be forthcoming and if he seem's to be OP, well, refer to above.