Title: Fate Perfect Zero
Author: InfernalChaos
Disclaimer: This work utilizes characters, places, themes, and other such ideas from various anime, games, books, and movies. The said games, books, and movies serve as inspiration for this work of fiction. The author lays no claim on the characters, places, themes, and ideas which may be presented in this work. No money is being made in this work.
Authors Note: Most of the people were able to accurately guess the identity of the Servants. Well, some were incorrect about Caster though, I guess he wasn't as well known as the others. Anyway, in this chapter, I tried my best in order to put headings when there's a change in POV as you requested. Please review more, and tell me any mistakes in this chapter so I might improve.
-Chapter 02: Unexpected Occurrences-
"Fill Fill, Fill, Fill. With each repetition, four times – eh, five times? Err, only when it's full, break it up. Yeah."
Uryu Ryunosuke chanted as he drew a magic circle on the wooden floor. Make no mistake though, Ryunosuke was no magician. He was a serial killer, one who found pleasure in the art of killing. The circle on the floor was drawn with none other than the blood of the victims he had recently used to create his beautiful art.
"Fill, Fill, Fill, Fill, Fill. There, five times alright? Okay!"
Ryunosuke turned toward the corner, where there lay a young kid gagged with a rope. Tears streamed down the boy's face as he stared at the torn up bodies of his family.
"Hey – boy, do you believe in demons?"
The boy could not reply, as he continued to shiver in fear.
"You know, newspapers keep calling me a demon. But, if there were a real demon, I'd wanna try and talk with them a little. You know, 'Sup, name's Uryu Ryunosuke, and I'm a demon!' How's that introduction, hm? But then, if demons did exist, wouldn't it be stupid not to have anything to sacrifice? So, kid…if a demon does come, would you mind being my sacrifice?"
The boy could understand well enough Ryunosuke's idea, and started struggling and crying even harder.
Then, pain. Pain lit up inside Ryunosuke, as a stinging sensation pervaded through his body. On his hand appeared a symbol, which appeared to be a scythe, inside an upside down triangle, encompassed in a circle.
"Huh..?"
Normally, this would not happen. Ryunosuke had no training as a Magus, knew nothing about summoning. Yet, all that was needed for the Grail was a circle. The Grail itself did the summoning. Therefore, if the Grail deemed him worthy, even someone without training could become a Master.
Ryunosuke turned around in surprise as he felt a rush of power fill the air behind him. The circle drawn on the ground began to glow, and a violent wind rushed throughout the house.
A flash. Mist. Then sounds like thunder.
Through the haze, a voice called out…
"Tch. So, you're the fucker who summoned me, huh?"
The mist dissipated. The magic circle was now blackened, as if the blood was burnt up. From inside the circle, the owner of the voice stepped forward.
A man with silver hair stepped forth. He wore a black cloak which was open, revealing he wore no shirt, only pants. The cloak was decorated with red clouds. On his neck he wore an amulet; an upside down triangle inside a circle. On his back was a large, three bladed scythe.
"So, I'm here as Lancer. Now who the fuck are you?"
Ryunosuke was puzzled. When the summoning circle gave out flashes of light and emitted smoke, he had expected a demon to appear. But this…this was an ordinary human. Was he really a demon?
"Sup. Name's Uryu Ryunosuke. My hobbies are murder. I especially like kids and young women. Well, let's save the talk for later…"
Ryunosuke waved his hand and pointed to the kid tied up in the corner.
"Well, do you wanna eat that?"
The man stared at Ryunosuke with an impassive face. He began to grow worried. Did he do something wrong? Was he too presumptuous of the demon?
All of a sudden, the man, Lancer, laughed.
"Heh…hehehe…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Ryunosuke was taken aback at the sudden ecstasy of the man.
"Jashin, you truly are a great god! My Master is already inclined to you, Jashin-sama! And I already have a fuckin' sacrifice right here! Hahahahaha!"
Fast as lightning, he whipped out his scythe, and swung it towards the child. The blade of this scythe was not meant to kill. It was a not weapon for death. It was a weapon with only a single purpose, to draw blood. No more, no less.
The weapon grazed the boy's cheek, and Lancer licked the blood off of the weapon.
Ryunosuke was somehow disappointed, was that it?
Suddenly, Lancer turned to Ryunosuke.
"Now kid! Watch me sacrifice to the great Jashin!"
"Ritual of Blood-Sacrifice to the great god Jashin!"
A circle appeared suddenly under Lancer's feet. His skin turned pitch black and white bones were visible on the skin. Then, without warning, he stabbed himself in the stomach.
Then the kid cried out. A hole had appeared in the kid's stomach, similar to the one on Lancers.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
Lancer repeatedly stabbed himself, and holes kept appearing on the kid's body.
Ryunosuke was deeply moved. For someone who considered himself a professional killer, he felt like an amateur compared to this guy here. He laughed out loud.
"HAHA! Cool! That's wicked! Man that was so cool! Come on man; show me more of your cool killings!"
Lancer, now back in human form, looked at Ryunosuke and spoke.
"Heh, I have found you a new follower Jashin-sama! I'm startin' to like ya, kid."
Thus was the last slot for the Grail War filled. This was how the murderer called Uryu Ryunosuke found himself with command seals and the Servant Lancer. The wheels of fate start to turn.
-Tohsaka Manor-
The Servant of the night, Assassin, crept quietly through the darkness. He waited in the cover of the trees, spying upon the Tohsaka manor. Yes, his master's plan was quite clear to him.
'It is time, Assassin.'
Kotomine Kirei's words reached the Servant, and there he began to move. Countless tendrils enveloped him, writhing, pulsating. As the tendrils calmed down, it revealed Assassin clad in armour of some sort. It was pitch-black, covered in spikes, and the face was blank.
Assassin jumped to the ground, creating a small crater as it absorbed his landing. The armour hampered his speed, but provided defensive capabilities. And, more importantly, it masked his face.
He made his way to the Tohsaka estate. Halfway to the front door, in the middle of the garden, a spear came flying at him out of the darkness. He jumped out of the way, and searched for the one who threw it.
No, there is no need to search.
On the roof of the Tohsaka residence, there stood a man. A golden shadow with such divine radiance, it put everything around it to shame.
"You dare to look at me. Impudent worm, die facing the ground like the worm that you are."
The air distorted behind the man. Numerous weapons appeared out of the air, not one of them same. Each one was different, each one possessed power, and each one had a history behind it. Most importantly, every weapon was a Noble Phantasm, pointed right at Assassin.
'I can't win'
That was Assassin's first instinctive thought. The man could only be a Servant, and the one guarding the Tohsaka manor could only be Tokiomi's. This Servant was none other than Archer.
At some unseen signal, the blades all came flying down at the Servant Assassin. He was ripped to shreds, the blades tearing into him mercilessly.
-Kayneth El-Melloi Archibald-
At first, Kayneth was doubtful about his Servant. Caster looked like a weak fool who could collapse at any given second. His Strength and Endurance were both ranked E, the lowest of the low.
But there was some consolation. His Noble Phantasm was ranked EX, and even though Caster did not show it to him, he knew it would be powerful enough to stop any other Servants. Truly, this war was theirs.
They were currently preparing bounded fields around the Ryuudou Temple, which could be considered the heart of Fuyuki's Spiritual Grounds. He and Caster had decided to make the place their base of operations, due to the converging of the leylines.
"Casai morvok na timoralo, lagong tsarantam uvoi!"
Kayneth's heart chilled upon hearing these words. The forest around the Temple suddenly twisted, as if they had taken on a life of their own. Mist appeared from out of nowhere and dark shades, spectres, and all sorts of horrible things rose from the ground. He grimaced and addressed his Servant.
"Caster, what is…all this?"
Caster sneered at his Master, and answered in a voice as chilling as the night.
"This is the curse of the Shoikan Grove, Master. None can pass save for the Master of the Past and Present, and those whom he wishes. You are protected, so long as you are my Master."
Kayneth nodded in confirmation, still chilled at the prospect of having to operate near these hideous things. Caster then spoke to what appeared to be a pair of eyes hovering in the darkness.
"Let no one save myself and my Master pass. This is of the utmost importance, shade."
Kayneth heard nothing, but from the slight nod of Casters head, he assumed only his Servant could hear those things.
"Come Caster. With your limited abilities for frontal combat, we will have to seek out another Servant to do our will. Let us go and see if there are any available Servants, hm?"
For a moment, Kayneth thought he saw a brief flash of anger in his Servant's eyes. Then it was gone, and only the usual mocking scorn was reflected.
"Yes, Master…"
With a hint of sarcasm, Caster addressed his Master. Then he spoke a word of magic, and they were instantly gone.
-Waver Velvet-
Waver was hurriedly walking along the road, with Rider accompanying him. He was quite confident that no Masters would attack him now, since it was daytime. Also, Assassin had been destroyed last night, so he wouldn't have to worry about what lay in the shadows…for now.
'Master'
He heard his Servant speak through their link.
'There is another Master and Servant nearby. Be on your guard.'
Waver's face hardened. Could it be they wished to start a battle here? Or was this simply coincidence?
'Where are they Rider?'
'Right in front of us. The man across the street is most definitely a Master'
Waver scanned the street, and froze in terror at the sight of his teacher. There, standing smugly was Lord Kayneth El-Melloi Archibald. Then, Kayneth gestured for Waver to follow them.
'Should we go, Master?'
Waver steeled himself, and then nodded an affirmative to his Servant. They cautiously followed Kayneth, all the while looking out for traps.
They eventually reached the outskirts of the city, and there they felt a strong bounded field. The bounded field was designed to ward off any listeners, and prevent anyone else from entering.
Rider materialized in front of Waver, while a man in a black robe appeared behind Kayneth.
"Well, well, Waver Velvet. I didn't expect you of all people to be participating in the Holy Grail War. So you were the one who stole my catalyst then. It looks like your ineptitude as a Master prevented you from summoning Iskander the Great."
Rider stepped forward. "Enough of this! Why have you brought us here?"
"Why, I merely request an alliance from you both."
"Whaa…whaaaaat?"
Waver could hardly believe it. His former teacher was requesting an alliance from him? Did this mean they recognized his strength as a Magus now?
"And what's in it for us?" Rider asked.
"Well, I would pardon you for your previous actions at the Clock Tower Waver Velvet. And, should you survive this War, I will of course grant you some, privileges, which only the head of the illustrious Archibalds may give. So what say you, Waver Velvet?"
Waver and Rider were in deep thought. The advantage of working with another Servant was great, but there was also the fact that they might betray them at any given moment. Talking amongst themselves, they eventually reached a conclusion.
"Alright, Lord El-Melloi. We'll work with you, but if you betray us…"
"Oh, on no account would I betray you, Waver Velvet. I swear this upon my honour as a Magus. We will contact you should we require your assistance Waver Velvet. Until then, goodbye."
With a word of magic, the Servant and Master disappeared.
The Second Night closes. The Third shall bring battle, the first in this War.
