"Silver and iron to the origin. Gem and archduke of contracts to the cornerstone The ancestor is my great master Schweinorg
The alighted wind becomes a wall. The gates in the four directions close, the three forked road that leads to the kingdom circulate.
Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill
Repeat five times.
Simply, shatter once filled.
I announce.
Your self is under me, my fate is in your sword.
In accordance with the resort of the Holy Grail, if you abide by this feeling, this reason, then answer.
I swear to you, I will become all that is good in the world, I will destroy all that is evil in the world
You seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the scales!"
A bright flash of light filled the room.
Kirei Kotomine got a good look at his Servant as the light died down. At first glance, everything looked good. There was a pitch black skinned man wearing a skull mask standing in the middle of the summoning circle. Then, Kirei noticed someone else in the room. Odd, he had been alone when he had started the summoning. Kiriei focused on the unknown figure.
It was a young girl, with light blue hair and red eyes. She wore a school uniform unfamiliar to Kirei.
"I am Servant Assassin, I ask of you, are you my Master?" asked the black skinned man.
"I am," Kirei said.
"Yo, I'm Servant Berserker, got any rice crackers?" asked the blue haired girl. "Also are you my Master?"
"It would seem so."
One week later, Tohsaka manor…
"We've won, Kirei. This, wait, who is that?"
A black haired young man had appeared beside Tokiomi Tohsaka's expected Servant. The boy was dressed all in black, except the soles of his shoes, which appeared to be a bright red.
"Servant Rider accepting your summons," said the man, "I ask of you, are you my Master?"
"I am, Rider."
Tokiomi then turned to Kirei.
"It would appear I have also summoned two Servants," Tokiomi said.
"It would seem so," said Kirei.
Tokiomi felt pretty good about the results. Though, if everybody summoned two Servants, the original plan would only half work. Berserker lacked an ability to fake her death. Still, the plan could be executed as planned.
Elsewhere, Hotel Room
Kayneth Archibald El-Melloi smirked at his first Servant. He had summoned Diarmuid, exactly as planned. Well, not exactly, his original plan was to summon Alexander the Great, but that catalyst had been stolen. So, he was forced to use his backup plan, Diarmuid. Then, he scowled at what appeared to be a second Servant. Normally, having an extra Servant could only mean good things. It was an advantage and it gave him a slightly larger margin for error. But this was a feeble old man. He appeared to be wearing some sort of black uniform consisting of a kimono and hakama, over white clothing. Over all of that, was a white haori, worn as a shawl.
"I see you were not expecting me," said the old man in an old, yet strong, authoritative voice. "I am Servant Caster. Which of you is my Master?"
"I am," said Kayneth. "Though I don't see what use I have for a decrepit Servant."
Suddenly, Kayneth felt a sort of pressure on his body.
"Watch your tongue, boy," said Caster. "No Soul Reaper stronger than me was born in over a thousand years."
Soul Reaper?
"Perhaps if I had summoned you in your prime, you may have a point, but-"
"Kayneth," said Sola-Ui, "we clearly have a second Servant and a powerful one too, there's no reason to get upset. I'm sorry about Kayneth."
"Fine," said Kayneth. "I'm going to go get some rest. We have a big day tomorrow."
He then walked to his room.
Sola-Ui turned to Lancer and Caster.
"I'm sorry about him, is there anything I can get you two?"
"No, thank you," said Lancer.
"At least one of you knows some respect," said Caster. "I am fine for now, girl."
Sola-Ui bristled slightly at being called "girl," but she decided not to say anything about it. It seemed to simply be Caster's default form of address.
Matou Household
Kariya panted and held a hand to his chest. Yet, despite his exhaustion, he smiled slightly at his results. He had summoned two Servants! One was a large knight dressed in entirely black armor. The other was a teenage girl, wearing silver armor on her torso with a cross on it and a blue skirt. She had red hair and a strong countenance.
The black knight, presumably Berserker, was silent, while the girl spoke.
"I am Servant Lancer," she said. "Are you my Master?"
"Yes," Kariya panted out.
"Are you okay?"
"Not really, but don't worry about me."
Zouken laughed.
"I'll admit I'm impressed, Kariya," he said. "You managed to summon two Servants. But, let's see how long you last with two Servants to maintain."
Lancer scowled at Zouken and materialized a sword.
"Don't," said Kariya, "he won't die so easily."
"Very well then, I'll take care of you," said Lancer.
In a flash of light, she was wearing a nurse's outfit.
"That's really not necessary-"
"Nonsense, you need rest."
With that, Lancer, punched Kariya and the world went black.
Einzbern Home
"I ask of you are you my Master?" asked the woman in the circle.
"I am," said Kiritsugu.
Then, the woman seemd to sense a presence behind her and whirled around, pointing an invisible weapon at the teenage boy behind her.
"Who are you?" she demanded.
The boy was dressed in vaguely Japanese clothing, with a gray zip up shirt and a black skirt held up by a purple tie of some kind. The boy had longish black hair and eyes black as coal. He bore a chokuto with a black hilt and scabbard.
"Hn. Assassin," said the boy, then he looked past Saber to Kiritsugu. "Are you my Master?"
"Nonsense!" exclaimed Saber. "If you are the Servant Assassin, then you must be my enemy!"
Assassin's eyes shifted, one turned red and black with an interesting design, while the other turned purple, with concenctric black circles and six black comma shaped markings.
"If you want to take me on, that's fine too," he said, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.
"There's no need to fight," said Irisviel. "Saber, it looks like Kiritsugu summoned two Servants."
Random spot in the forest
Waver took a step back and fell backwards. His Servant was a huge man, with bright red hair. He wore a cape.
"I am Iskandar, King of Conquerors!" he declared. "Servant Rider, accepting your summons, are you my Master?"
"I-I am," said Waver.
It was then that Waver became aware of another presence in the clearing he had summoned in. It was a teenage boy, dressed in a suit with black hair. His hair had white stripes on half of it. He held two pistols upside down.
"Um, excuse me?" said Waver.
"Oh, sorry, I was merely admiring the symmetry of this summoning circle," said the boy, "Servant Archer, are you my Master?"
"I guess so?"
"Then the contract is complete."
What was going on?
AN: So, there's my take on the now famous Fate: Zero Sense formula. I'll be honest, I have no idea where to go with this story, so if anyone wants to co-write or help me brainstorm, they're welcome to.