The evening sun falls toward the plain, coloring the sky red.

October 15th. Tokyo. Meiji Shrine. 23:23.

"I'm going to be sent to the first circle of hell for this, and quite possibly prison," Renèe Tempest repeatedly muttered to herself; along with a thousand apologies to the desecration of sacred grounds. The eighteen year old gazed around at the chaos and destruction that had reduced half of the Meiji Shrine area into ruble. The temple remained intact but at the rate things were going, it too would be slashed down by the crazy spearman that hunted her.

"Oi komusme, it would be best to come out now. I'll find you anyways," a jeer sounded off.

"Ha," Renèe laughed but inwardly thought 'crap'. Her instincts told her to run- get the hell out while she still had a chance. But that was the problem. Any route she took left her out in the open. There was no way out without getting caught. And getting caught wasn't an option. Also the crazy spearman wasn't Renèe's only problem- his master was wandering around somewhere. A highly skilled mage. She was so screwed.

The Holy Grail War, Renèe was slowly beginning to understand what it meant to be a participant. This was the second time in the same month she found herself being hunted down- and by the same insane lunatic. Renèe didn't know much about the Holy Grail War, only bits and pieces- whatever she managed to get out of her own servant. But one thing was made clear: she wasn't supposed to be a part of this magical war. Magic, sorcery, spells…Renèe could do none of that. She was 100% normal- no magic, no extra sixth sense…just a first year, history major, at Tokyo University.

"Found you," a voice whispered.

Renèe only had a split second to catch sight of her enemy. She sprang backwards immediately, missing the very sharp tip of the crimson spear that stabbed at the earth. Adrenaline pumping, Renèe recalled her very poor athletics skills in gymnastics from her highschool years and executed a couple of backflips, placing some distance between her and the navy blue haired Lancer. She may not be a mage, but she wasn't useless- as people seemed to think.

The Lancer classed servant wielded his blood red spear in her direction, preparing for a finishing attack. A wild grin spread across his face and a bloodlust flashed in his eyes.

Why was this happening to her? Renèe glanced down at the red insignia that flared restlessly on her left hand and cursed it. If she wanted to live to see another day she would have to call him. But would he come? Renèe was terrified to know. Her servant had already stated he wanted nothing to do with the Grail. He would not help her win. He would not take part in the honorless bloodshed. And she was not worthy to be his master. Renèe had no personal problem with this- although his attitude pissed her off. But dying on the other hand...

Their contract was incomplete. He wouldn't know what was happening. She would have to use a command spell and call him. Summoning him would be a sign that Renèe was taking part in the Grail war…which meant more servants would track her down and try to kill her.

Renèe was cut short from her thoughts as the Lancer thrust his weapon in her direction. She jumped to the side, landing painfully on her side and sliding a few feet. She had no time to recover as the Lancer relentlessly tried to cut her down. Her quick reflexes were proving useful as she managed to avoid fatal injuries. Renèe knew she couldn't outlast this servant long.

Out of nowhere her enemy appeared before her eyes and she saw his lance in the perfect position to deliver the final blow.

Shit.

"KOI, LANCER!" Renèe screamed, holding her arms in front of her to shield herself. She closed her eyes and braced herself to be stabbed- not that she knew what it felt like.

A weird feeling spread throughout her as the feeling of butterflies fluttered in her stomach. Renèe cracked an eye open to find the scenery in front of her had changed. She glanced below to see her attacker, an outraged expression etched on his face. Renèe caught out of the corner of her galaxy colored orbs something sharp tipped and golden. And then she realized she was being held like a sack of potatoes by her own servant-

"Diarmuid," the name of her servant mindlessly let slip as Renèe stared up at her handsome knight. "You came…"

"Do not misunderstand," Lancer replied, refusing to look at his master. He roughly dropped her onto the tiled roof of the Meiji Shrine. "You summoned me using your command spell, that is all."

Renèe looked away, "Oh right, I guess I did," she glanced at her hand, which now only held two markings. "Thanks," she said awkwardly.

"Bastard!" raged the enemy servant from below.

Renèe looked at her own Lancer, an emotionless expression rested on his handsome face. He gripped his golden lance in his left hand and raised it, holding it towards the other Lancer. In a calm, cool manner, Lancer spoke, "It would be wise of you to retreat," he said, his deep voice echoing throughout the area, "You cannot win this fight." Amber eyes narrowed dangerously.

The blue knight attempted to make a retort but suddenly backed down, choosing to vanish- particles of dust trailing in his wake.

"It seems his master knows otherwise," Lancer commented, turning away. Before Renèe could say anything, he vanished into thin air.

"COME BACK HERE YOU JERK!" Renèe bellowed pointlessly into the night sky as she realized that she was now stuck on top of a sacred architecture.

No response.

Renèe let loose a string of curses. Why was her servant so cold? She hadn't done anything to deserve being treated like an insignificant bug; at least not her knowledge. They didn't spend much time talking (clearly), but sometimes Diarmuid would reveal himself for a second. Renèe could see it in his amber eyes when he looked at her, like she was some sort of burden or mistake. Neither of them had asked for any of this. It was understandable to an extent, but couldn't he try to be friendly? Renèe was trying so hard, it was very frustrating.

But it couldn't be denied that they had been paired together. It had to mean something, right?

Okay having just watched episode 16 of Fate/Zero I have had changes in the plans. The first is Lancer. If he seems OOC and not knightish well that's because I believe that's how he would act should the Grail summon him again. He died cursing it and how honor is dead. I don't think he'd be very willing to participate in the next Grail war. But don't worry, Renèe is going to fix that.

Second I changed up the cast and the name of the OC's. I've spent a very long time thinking out the plot of the story and who is going to be in it and how everything is going to end. I see this story going for maybe 10-12 or less or more chapters. They aren't going to be long chapters. I'm probably going to come back and edit this chapter because I will find fault with it later.

Third if I could fit this in the Character thing at the top I would. The main cannon characters are: Bazett McRemitz- Lancer (Cuchulainn), Emiya Shirou- Ruler (Joan of Arc), Saber (Arturia Pendragon), Tohsaka Rin and Diarmuid Ua Duibhne

R&R

There is some time jumping which is why there is always a date at the top. It's usually time jumping backwards, but if I do time skip forward I will note it at the beginning. I usually try to make time clear in the chapters.