Chapter 1: Night Of Fate Remix
AN- Another chapter, another day. This chapter si but the building blocks for future awesomeness, so please read and enjoy.
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Servant Lancer was in his happy place. He had his spear Gae Bolg in both hands and he was in a fight against a fantastically strong opponent. Even better, his Master, Bazette, had given him permission to go all out.
Lancer knew he was bloodthirsty, and he honestly didn't care. He was in the Holy Grail War for the fights against the strongest warriors in history, not for the all mighty wish granting Grail. What use did a brawler have with such an artefact?
Yes, he was quite happy to give up the Grail to both his Master and Servant Caster. As long as he received his fights, he was happy.
And this fight, boy, this fight! Truly it was making him the happiest he had ever been so far in this war.
WOOSH!
A lightning fast punch, swiping in with impossible speed, followed quickly by a kick like a whip and a second fist carrying the force of a fired bullet with it. The woman before Lancer was incredibly fast, so fast that even with Lancer having been summoned as the fastest class, was having trouble with it.
Only with his superior range of attack due to his spear length was he able to keep the blurred woman at bay.
"HYYYAAGGHH!" Roared the woman as she charged in once more.
Lancer grinned, then thrust with his weapon. His enemy intercepted the attack with her right arm, using her own strength to push the shaft of the weapon away from her exposed body, allowing her to lash out at the hound of Ireland with her free fist.
WHACK!
The fist certainly had power behind it, she was at least C ranked in Strength. She then continued her attack, chaining in two extra kicks with each leg to throw back the battle lover.
Lancer groaned, rising to his feet as he once more took on a defensive stance. His enemy was also playing the defensive game. She stood in front of her young and pretty Master, as if to stop Lancer from hurting her through her Master.
Lancer didn't have to get to the Servant through targeting the Master, he was good enough to fight her head on.
"Hhh!" Snorted Lancer. "Your pretty good, woman."
"As are you." congratulated the woman briefly.
"I guess you're Servant Assassin based on your high speed and your hand to hand skills." Guessed the wielder of the cursed lance.
The woman smirked. "Perhaps, perhaps not. I could be Assassin, or I might not. For all you know I could be a Saber who has simply not drawn her weapon, or a Rider who has not yet brought forth her mount."
"I don't know, its your demeanour, y'know. You seem a bit too 'Stab them in the back when they ain't looking' to be one of the knight classes."
"You have such little faith in me." Snorted the assassin. "Like I would stab you in the back, rather, why would I stab you in the back?"
"What?" Stated Lancer bluntly. That comment seemed vaguely ominous.
"I don't need to stab you in the back." She smiled maliciously. "I have people to do that for me."
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While Fake Archer and Lancer fought in the grounds of the almost deserted school, Servant Archer stood posed atop a large building with his bow drawn and a Noble Phantasm in hand, ready to be fired.
This was not Archer's preferred firing location. There were plenty of taller buildings in Fuyuki to take advantage of, but due to his young Masters strategy, this was the only location he could use to accurately snipe someone at the school Rin attended.
The morning after summoning her Servants, Rin had told her plan to the two legendary bow users.
She planned to use Fake Archer as a bodyguard, to accompany her at school and act as her main attacker if a Servant showed up. The white haired man was instead tasked with remaining far away from the duo, assigned the task of using his bow to kill any Servant whom the other Archer is tasked to fight with, when they were least expecting it.
Archer was content with such a task. Unlike Lancer, he cared nothing for a fair fight, he had no pride. He was happy to sit back and back stab someone, as long as it brought the fight to its conclusion with the minimal lives lost.
Caladbolg II was the name of the Noble Phantasm he held with one hand, cocked to his bow, ready to be fired. The Fake Spiral Sword was as its name dictated, spiralled. The blade was uniquely shaped and reinforced by Archer to be used as an arrow, and not as a sword. It was the weapon of Fergus Mac Roich in Celtic lore, and was once used against the legendary Cu Chulainn.
Archer found it ironic that he was going to try and kill Servant Lancer with this weapon. Using his reinforced eyes, it was simple for him to Structurally Grasp the weapon he carried, Gae Bolg, and identify it with the man who's legend it was associated with.
Right there! His eyes picked out Fake Archer and Lancer disengaging once more in their duel. His fellow Servant seemed to be acting out of character, trading banter with her foe. It was very unlike her, from what Archer could tell, she was a woman who was of few words.
He then realised she was creating an opening for him to shoot Lancer down. Archer grinned, his companion was truly a crafty woman.
He drew back the bow string of his weapon, sighed once, then chanted. "I am the bone of my sword."
The weapon he held broke in his hands, twisting and distorting and becoming delicate, ready to shatter at the slightest touch. Archer had turned the sword into a Broken Phantasm, increasing its destructive power phenomenally. The blast damage could potentially hurt innocent bystanders, Archer was fine with this though. It would still save more lives in the end.
"CALADBOLG!" Roared Archer, as he released the string, firing the spiralling sword at his target.
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Emiya Shirou knew he was amazingly screwed the moment he laid his eyes upon the sight in front of him.
Two figures locked in a deadly dance of death, both combatants aiming to kill, not to maim. Two figures who could not possibly be called humans.
Shirou almost pinched himself to see if he was dreaming, only to remember that he only dreamed of swords, or of the fire all those years ago.
Firstly, the blue lancer. He was a man of great stature and strength, dressed in a full ultramarine bodysuit, which left very little to the imagination. His posture and stance was that of an animal, an animal locked in a deadly fight with its hunter, whom would have no quails about killing anyone who watched their deadly fight.
Shirou was also entranced by the man's spear skills. Half of the thrusts and strikes he saw dealt were only blurs to his underdeveloped eyesight.
The other figure entranced him almost as much, but for entirely different reasons. The blunt way of saying it, was that she was undoubtedly beautiful. Beautiful, but in a sharp and severe way. She was Petit in stature, but carried herself with grace and confidence able to make up for this fact. Her black hair, worn short and bound into two braids with a white cloth, each ended with a golden ring. Her actual clothing was that of an assassins; tight fitting black clothing, which clung to her skin to allow optimum movement. A sleeveless white haori was also worn, with a yellow obi tied around her waist.
Honestly, she intimidated Shirou a hell of a lot more than the lancer. He would kill you quickly and cleanly if you pissed him off, your blood would be spilt and that was it. With the assassin, she gave the impression that she could do something a hell of a lot more painful.
He also noted that the school idol Tohsaka Rin was standing behind the woman. Under normal circumstances he would get embarrassed at looking at her in such a way, but this was not a normal occasion. No, he was too busy trying to deal with the vast killing intent radiating from both fighters.
He saw them both stop fighting, then they began to speak. They were too far away for him to hear, although the woman seemed strangely amused.
Then it happened.
A blur shot through the air, a twisted distortion tearing its way towards the two figures. The lancer turned around, instinctively feeling it approach, but was too late. He had no time to flee from it or block it, so instead he tried to rely on his abysmal luck to dodge the attack.
Amazingly, against all odds, it worked. Lancer was saved from the devastation by his miraculous pirouette, although the school was not. A great chunk had been carved out of the nearby wall as the projectile impacted with the floor, sending most of the damage into the ground, yet releasing enough to eradicate the large wall in its entirety.
Shirou off handedly thought that Fugimura Taiga, his guardian, would not be happy to see what had happened to part of the school.
The blue lancer acted different now, he seemed annoyed, on edge. Clearly he had wanted a fair fight, not to be back stabbed in the back by... something. He was on guard, the shooter of such devastation would not be able to use the same attack on him, he was prepared for it now.
Then he turned to look at him. The man who radiated bloodlust stared directly into the eyes of the third rate Magus. Even from such a distance away, Shirou felt like his knees would give way underneath him.
He turned and ran, he ran as fast as his legs could go. He didn't look back, he didn't check his direction, all he did was run and run and run. He knew that if he stopped, that red lance would pierce his heart.
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"DAMN IT!" Roared Rin in annoyance as Lancer turned and ran after the redhead student, who wasn't supposed to witness such an event.
Rin was seriously pissed off. First, her gambit to assassinate the Servant had failed. He had somehow dodged the attack using his abysmal luck score, which was about as likely to happen as Matou Shinji publicly apologising to someone.
Then, that idiot had turned out to be watching the fight!
Rin knew who that figure was, he was Emiya Shirou, someone well known and respected at their school. His willingness to help people, regardless of what he was asked to do, was a virtue which had made him a popular crush for many a female, including the Tohsaka heir.
These crushes never lasted long, his denseness and Sakura's protectiveness saw to that.
Rin was annoyed though, of all the people to witness this, it had to be him. "Archer!" She ordered. "Go after them and stop Lancer!"
She didn't wait for a response, she immediately reinforced herself and ran after the boy. Fake Archer complied, rushing after them using her amazing speed to try and catch up.
Rin fell behind pretty quickly, she wasn't nearly fast enough to keep up with a Heroic Spirit. While she ran, she sent a mental message to Archer to come to her a soon as possible. She would need all the help she could get.
Eventually, she arrived at the location where her Servant stood. Fake Archer looked down at the form of Emiya Shirou, who had a great hole piercing through his heart. Blood leaked out, staining his shirt.
Rin didn't care about this though, she cared that this person had been caught up in her problems.
"Archer," She asked. "Did you get here in time to stop Lancer?"
"No." She responded. "That man got here before I did, he clearly finished the job he set out to do. He was long gone by the time I arrived."
Rin felt like she wanted to hit something... really, really hard.
This was not Emiya Shirou's fight, it was not his role to die in this war. Tohsaka Rin felt responsible for the damage inflicted. She was the Second Owner of Fuyuki City! It was her job to protect the non Magus community for gods sake!
"Is he... is he dead?"
"Surprisingly, no. He must be very stubborn to survive having his heart pierced."
"That means?!"
"Yes, he still lives... barely."
Rin knew she was responsible for this,she knew that she also had the means to fix this. It would be a major blow for the war, losing one of her most powerful jewels. She felt it was worth it though, she had a responsibility to carry out.
"Master?" Asked Archer, as he hurriedly rushed to his Master.
"Not now!" Snapped the Magus. "I have an idiot to heal!"
Tohsaka Rin took her most powerful jewel, filled with at least ten years worth of Prana, as well as being the only remaining memento of her deceased father, and held it to the bloody wound. Magical energy started to be radiated from the crimson jewel, as the fatal wound on the boys heart slowly began to heal.
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Lancer was a bit pissed off. It was all because of that stupid redhead! None of it would have happened if he had just died when he was killed, damn it! It was because of him that his extremely attractive Master had mentally scolded him for killing an innocent civilian. It was what he was supposed to do if an onlooker saw two Servant fighting! She should have been pleased with him giving up his fight to deal with the resilient brat!
And then he had the nerve to get up again, after getting pierced by Gae Bolg! It was ridiculous! What sort of civilian got up after having taken a blow from a Noble Phantasm?
Also, his hypocritical Master sent him off to finish the failed job to kill the twerp, despite having already spent 10 minutes bitching about why he shouldn't have done it! She even sent Caster with him as back up, to remain away from the action unless it seemed like she was needed. 'Its like she thinks I can't even kill the brat!' Thought Lancer angrily as he rushed after the boy, with Caster a good dozen metres behind him.
This led to the Hound of Ireland using a tracking rune to find the boy, following him back to his Japanese style home. He cornered him in one of the rooms, as he used a reinforced poster of all things,to fight back.
Lancer took pity on the pool sucker, actually letting him flee to that shed of his. If he knew what would follow, he would have just killed him there and then, before he had a chance to summon those two Servants.
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Shirou looked in awe as the golden woman materialised before him. Truly, she was beautiful. Her blonde hair, regal features, calm gaze, all these features attracted Shirou to this mysterious girl, who had stepped out of thin air to save him.
She dazzled him, his heart thudded in his chest and he was unable to move from his position on the floor. Whoever this girl was, Shirou was sure that her existence was wrong. No girl like her should ever have to wear such heavy armour, no girl like her should ever have the burden to pick up a sword.
"I ask of you, are you my Master." She spoke clearly.
"Huh... Mas...ter?!"
"I, Servant Saber, have come forth in response to your summons. Please give me an order, Master." She threw out unfamiliar terms which continued to confuse the teenage Magus.
The swordwoman clearly saw that she would get no answer from the boy before her. Instead, she would face the Servant who attacked her Master, kill him, then explain the situation to the boy in full.
She turned to go after the enemy when-
"Whhaaa?!" Punctuated Shirou, confused further as the summoning circle burst into existence for a second time, lighting up the dark shed and illuminating the second set of Seals which had burnt themselves onto his upper arm.
The light died away, revealing a second figure who stood before the confused teen.
He was almost skeletal in appearance, a thin form garbed in a white hamaka, with black edges and long sleeves which obscured his hands, almost like a kimono. His skeletal appearance was only added to by his white coloured hair, his wide, mocking grin and his increasingly narrowed eyes.
Shirou concluded that this man was the polar opposite of the girl. While she seemed to portray the very essence of nobility and chivalry, he seemed like the sort of fellow who would stab you in the back if you weren't constantly vigilant.
While the girl who identified herself as Saber, was a knight, this man was a white snake, ready and willing to lash out at the tastiest morsel nearby.
Shirou continued to stare, until the summoned man said: "Y'know, its rude ta stare." His smile unsettled the Magus, he really did not like this second man. "I suppose I'd better get the formalities outta the way." He cleared his throat mockingly, then continued to talk. "A'hm Servant Assassin, by da Grails accord, I have come forth. So ah ask of yer, are you my Master?"
Saber scowled at the self introduced Assassin.
"Now don't be like that." He waved his hands in front of him in a feeble attempt to wave away the kings obvious suspicion. "We're both on the same side," He pointed at Shirou. "It seems like he's both of our Masters."
"I don't trust you." Stated Saber sternly.
"Well ya can't blame a snake fer biting the fool that approaches, can yer." He smiled once again. "You have nothin' to fear though. I desire the Grail as much as you do, so it is not in my interests to kill my Master, is it?"
"Very well then." Saber conceded. "For now, let us work together to slay the enemy."
"Ah agree, Saber. We should hurry, shouldn't we?"
Assassin did not wait for a response, he dashed outside with sudden speed. Saber reluctantly followed. Shirou, meanwhile, was still sat on the floor, increasingly confused about what he had just been brought into. At the sound of clashing steel, he threw himself to his feet and ran after them.
"SABER! ASSASSIN!" He roared loudly as he charged into his garden.
He was met with the sight of Lancer narrowly blocking the powerful offensive slash of Saber, who seemed to be swinging an invisible weapon of some sort. The length and shape of it was unclear, although Shirou guessed it was a bladed instrument of some sort, based on the way Saber held it.
Lancer's spear deflected the first two slashes, then lashed out backwards to deal with the sneak attack dealt by Assassin.
Assassin was now wielding a Japanese style sword, which greatly unnerved Shirou as soon as he saw it. The weapon radiated the same intense feelings of its owner, it was seemingly an ordinary wakizashi, with a light blue handle and a tsuba greatly resembling an S. He knew there was more to it though, through his Structural Grasping magic. Normally Shirou could analyse anything and everything his eyes settled on, but there was something different about this weapon.
He couldn't read it. Somehow the weapon defied all human creation, the amateur Magus simply could not understand the concept and creation of such a weapon.
He could analyse its structure; it was made of an extremely strong unknown material which seemed to radiate pure magic.
He could analyse its purpose; to be wielded by one man and only one man, to be used to pierce with almost heavenly power.
He could even analyse its accumulated experience, having been used by Assassin for over a hundred years.
What he could not analyse though, was its creation. It was so inhuman that he just could not understand it, the reason for existence and how the hell it was even made.
That weapon was truly a deadly one, he could tell that much at least.
"Hhhh!" Huffed the Lancer angrily. "Have I ever said how much I hate back stabbers." He turned round and swung his spear in a wide arc. "That's twice today now." His eyes narrowed in disdain for those who refused to fight like a man. "They should all fight me face to face... and then die!"
Assassin jumped backwards, then parried the strike, giving Saber a perfect chance to strike him.
Normally, Saber would prefer to fight with honour and chivalry, but her Master was in danger. She could temporarily abandon her pride to fend off this attacker.
Lancer wasn't known as the fastest of the knight classes for nothing though, he easily blocked the swing, even performing a series of speedy engages with the sword user, of which Shirou could not keep up with long.
"I hate two on one fights..." He looked away from his two opponents. "...looks like I'll need your help after all." He said reluctantly to someone, addressing an unknown third party.
"I agree." Spoke a mild and clear voice, which showed the promise of hidden steel in her attitude and personality. "Hado No 54," Spoke the voice. "Haien." (Abolishing Flame)
A large, oblong blast of purple Spiritual Energy was shot from the top of a nearby wall. The Kido blast was performed extremely quickly using Eishohaki to skip the incantation, a process extremely similar to the usage of high speed divine words.
The purple ball of fire continued its advance towards Shirou.
"MASTER!" Roared Saber as she utilised her high speed to intercept the attack with her weapon, cutting the Kido in half, which briefly burnt through the invisible air surrounding the Servants weapon, to reveal the holy blade to the eyes of the world for a very brief second.
"S-Saber!" Stuttered Shirou, still repeating his confused pleadings like a broken record.
"Please! Master, get back! We have enemies to deal with." She spoke with urgency.
"Now now, Saber." Grinned Assassin. "Don't be hasty... ah want ta have a word with our little interrupter first."
"Ichimaru Gin." Spoke the feminine voice with clear elegance and an sharp edge of disdain, as she dropped from her position on the wall to the floor below. "I suppose I should have figured that you would have been summoned."
"What can ah say, Captain Unohana." The identified Ichimaru Gin smirked evilly. "I aim ta please."
The woman walked to stand by Lancer's side, glaring at Assassin with her alluring blue eyes. To Shirou, the woman was just as beautiful as Saber and the assassin who had fought Lancer earlier. She had distinct midnight black hair, which was worn in a braid down the front of her body. She seemed to have kindly features upon her face, although to Shirou it seemed remarkably fake, like a façade which was put up to deceive oneself, and no one else.
Her white haori fluttered in the small evening breeze, as the four warriors prepared to face off against one another. Shirou did not know why, but he was sure that this kindly spoken woman was the most dangerous figure he had spoken to today, even more so than the Lancer who had speared his heart.
"Room for one more?" Questioned a third feminine voice.
"Toh-TOHSAKA!" Stuttered Shirou indignantly. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE!"
The teen could not seem to deal with the appearance of his school idol kneeling on his wall, as well as all the shit which had happened so far.
"Emiya," She smiled with a grin which promised everything except happiness. "I am here to bail you out of a situation in which you are clearly out of your depths. So please shut up while I fight your fights for you."
"But your a girl!" Protested the Japanese lad.
"Yes, and I am also your only chance of getting out of this scenario alive." The school idol dropped to the floor, wiped some non existent dust of her skirt like wall jumping was an ordinary occurrence for her, then spoke imperatively. "ARCHERS!"
The two Archers materialised before her, the hand to hand expert Shirou had seen before, and a white haired knight dressed in red armour, whom the Magus instinctively knew he would come to hate and be hated in return.
"Well, well, well." Grinned Assassin, almost giggling in anticipation for who was before him. "If it isn't Captain Soi Fon herself. Spotted that black cat nearby, hmmm?"
The revealed Soi Fon quickly glanced round, then realised that Assassin was mocking her, and growled. "Ichimaru!" She snapped at him.
"Don't be like that, yer Master said you was going to help me out." He pointed out, with a mocking pout upon his face.
"Just typical that my Master would want me to defend a snake like you."
"I know, who woulda though, huh." He put one finger to his chin, then tilted his head as if pondering the mysterious circumstances of their meeting.
So the six legendary figures stood in their relative factions, simply dwelling in the calm before the storm.
The girl in armour who should have never picked up a sword, the snake of a man who is just as much of a bastard as he initially appears to be, the blue lancer with a cursed spear and a love for battle, the kind woman with hidden brutality and undetectable power, the woman who fought for her duty and to surpass another and the twisted red knight faced off against one another, all anticipating the single largest battle so far, of the Fifth Holy Grail War.
All the while, Emiya Shirou stood amongst all these incredibly powerful people, all of whom could kill him with a single wave of their hands, and had but one thing to say. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!"
AN- What the hell indeed. Hmmm, Lancer & Caster VS Archer & Fake Archer VS Saber & Assassin. Yep, this story summary is right. Shirou is doomed. Especially with UNOHANANA THE FIRST FRIGGING KENPACHI AS A CASTER! Yes, I'm sure many of you guessed it, and here is conclusive proof that you were right.
Also, Shirou with Assassin, AKA Gin. At first glance you may think "WTF UNDYING SOUL U BUTTHEAD!" but if you look into it... don't the two of them have a little connection? Think of HF Shirou and you'll know what I mean.
Soi Fon as Fake Archer- enough said. Any chick with a nuke attached to a bow DESSERVES that spot. There were enough clues last chapter to guess her identity, so if you were right. *Gives a cookie*
With THESE fighters I doubt that Tohsaka could fix the damages done to the house by the fighters, even with a Grails worth of magic to use.
All the while, I wonder where all the other Servants and Masters are? Hmmmmm?
Now remember, more reviews makes me write faster, so take a few seconds of your time to scrawl a quick review, would ya? Undying Soul out.
