Author's Note: I do not own Fate/Stay night, or anything affiliated with it. The rights to it belong solely to their respective owners.

Well, here's the next chapter of Fate/Revenge. Now, after all he reviews and suggestions I ot last chapter, I have made my decision. I will indeed be changing the Servant from Nero to Nobunaga.

However, I don't know how many of you I told this (I know I told at least one person) but the Nobunaga that will be portrayed here will not be the same one from Fate. This one will, first off, be male, and their appearance will be heavily based of the version of Nobunaga in Drifters by Kouta Hirano (you know, the same guy who made Hellsing). I will be borrowing from the canon material for Nobunaga's skills, Noble Phantasm, etc. But this version will be male.

Now, with that out of the way, let us begin the chapter!

Chapter 2: Summoning

"Ira? Iraaaa…? Hey! Ira!"

Kurashi Ira blinked, breaking from her train of thought to look over at whoever had spoken up. When she did, she frowned at who it was. Matou Shinji, a boy who seemed to be the living manifestation of 'arrogant' in her eyes, and who always seemed to have a group of girls with him, as if he were dating them all at once. This was no doubt another attempt to add her to that group yet again.

Shinji leaned back in his seat in front of her. "So… after class, me and a couple of my friends were planning to head into town and have some fun? What do you say you join us?" he asked.

'Right on the mark. I swear…' Ira thought, before fixing him with a blank stare. "I apologize, Matou-san, but I have no interest whatsoever in spending any of my free time with you," she said. Blunt, simple and left no room for interpretation. Just like she had hoped.

But somehow, he managed to not get the point, and pressed on. "Come on, Ira. You've got no friends here at school, you're not part of any clubs, and don't do anything fun. Why not cut loose for a bit?" he suggested.

Now her stare turned from blank to irritated, and she said, "My ability to perform well at school and my ability to 'have fun' are completely unrelated to one another. But one thing you can rest assured of is my ability to react violently if you ask me again."

At that, Shinji backed off. Ira had somewhat of a reputation for being very hard to get angry. But if someone succeeded… well, her hair wouldn't the only thing red at that point.

With a scowl, the Matou said "Fine, be that way!" before looking forward towards the front of them room.

Ira took her chance to get out of there and walk away, running a hand through her hair in exasperation. It was the same color it had been ever since that fateful day, a shade of red that matched the color of dry blood, and then turned black three-quarters of the way down. Now it reached her knees instead of her waist, but that was as long as she let it go. Any more and it would be too cumbersome.

As she walked, she passed by a rather interesting sight. Tohsaka Rin, one of the smartest and most admired girls at their school, was having what appeared to be a heated discussion with the Student Council President, Ryuudou Issei. Interesting.

Walking as quietly and slowly as possible to not disturb them, she listened in. "And what might you have up your sleeve, Tohsaka? Why are you here this early?" Issei demanded.

Rin's rather cheeky response was simply "Because I felt like it."

Issei gritted his teeth, but before he could press for more, the door they were standing next to opened. From that door emerged one Emiya Shirou, who seemed to be have ben repairing an old heating unit.

The moment Ira saw him, she froze. This was him. The son of the man who caused the fire in Fuyuki ten years ago. Maybe not by blood, but still by name, this boy was connected to the man who created that hell.

The first time she had learned who he was, she almost killed him on the spot for what his father had done. But before she could even try, Kirei had stopped her, saying that vengeance obtained in anger was not true vengeance. If she wanted to make Shirou suffer, he had told her, it had to be when she was at her most calm, in order to truly savor the feeling.

The advice didn't make her happy, but it did stay her hand to this day. Not only did she take his words to heart, but it was also difficult to find a time when the boy wasn't either at school—where there were dozens of witnesses around to identify her—or at home, which could possess all kinds of its own defenses.

Still, she wouldn't have to wait too much longer. If what Kirei told her was true, the same event that led to the fire would happen again soon. And when it did, she would be free to deliver Shirou's punishment.

Refocusing on the events at hand, she heard Shirou tell Issei "It's okay, I don't mind. Where's the next one?"

"Right. People have been saying that the one in the AV room has been acting strange. What I'm worried is that it may finally died on us," Issei replied.

From there, Ira tuned out the conversation in favor of Rin, who had walked past them and now stood in front of her. The moment their eyes met, the two girls went stiff, tension saturating the air around them.

"Kurashi," Rin said formally, bowing her head.

"Tohsaka," Ira responded, returning the gesture. "I must admit, I've never seen you at school this early. Trying to get some extra studying in?"

"No, my clock was simply set an hour ahead, and I decided to come to school anyway. What about you? Not studying well enough at the Church?" Rin asked.

The redhead stiffened further, resisting the urge to snap at her. From the day they met as children, neither she nor Rin had tried to hide their dislike for one another.

She could still remember that day in harsh detail.

Ten years earlier…

"I know that my redeemer lives. And that in the end, he will stand upon the Earth. And though, after my skin, worms destroy this body, in this flesh, I shall see God. I myself with see Him, with my own eyes. I, and not another. How my heart yearns within me. Amen," Kirei read, before closing his Bible.

"Amen," the rest echoed, Ira among them. She had been brought to the funeral by Kirei. Apparently, the man who died had been Kirei's teacher of sorts until recently, and abruptly died just several days ago.

She didn't know why she had been dragged to this, but Kirei had been insistent on not letting her out of his sights. According to him, he was still curious, and did not want the object of his curiosity running off.

'Not that I'd have anywhere to run to,' she thought bitterly, brushing an imaginary speck of dust off her skirt. Her outfit was completely black to match the occasion, and consisted of an ankle-length skirt, shoes, and blouse. In her opinion, it felt far too stiff.

"Rin," she heard Kirei say, and looked up. In front of them was a little girl, one with aqua eyes and black hair held up in twin-tails. The girl seemed to be glaring at Kirei with an unusually large amount of anger.

Kirei looked down at her, saying "As the new head of the Tohsaka family, your debut was an excellent one. Tokiomi would have been proud."

Rin grunted but said nothing. Though she did glance over at Ira.

Kirei caught the glance, and placed one hand on Ira's shoulder. "This girl is Kurashi Ira. She was left orphaned by the fire in Fuyuki, and I have agreed to take her in. Go on; introduce yourself," he said, directing that last part at Ira.

The red-eyed girl nodded, and bowed. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Tohsaka-san," she said mechanically, not really putting any sincerity to her words.

If Rin noticed, she didn't comment on it, and bowed back. "Same to you, Kurashi-san," she replied with just as much energy.

Kirei nodded, apparently satisfied. "It would appear that your father was flawless in his preparations. All that the Tohsaka family has gathered over the generations will now be passed to you," he said, before noticing that Rin had been holding her left arm for some time "You've not become fully accustomed to bearing your family's crest yet, I see. Does it still hurt?"

"It's nothing. I'm fine," Rin told him shortly. As if the very act of talking to him was some great ordeal.

Ira frowned. In the short time she had known him, it become pretty obvious that Kirei was not a father figure, nor was he trying to be one. Still, she didn't have to act so rudely. The way she acted, you'd think that Kirei was responsible for her father's death.

Refocusing, she heard him say "I have to leave now. I'll be outside of Japan for the foreseeable future. Though, I will return in time for the second crest to be transplanted in six months. Will you need anything until then?"

"No!" Rin said, almost shouting. Then, quickly brining her voice back down, she said "No thank you. I won't need help with anything."

"Alright, that's enough," Ira said, stepping forward before Kirei could stop her.

The twin-tailed girl was quick to switch her burning gaze to her, saying "What was that?"

"I said, that's enough. Kirei has done nothing for you to treat him like this. What was more, he was kind enough to take me, an orphan with nothing, into his care. I'm grateful that he's here, and you'd do well to act the same," she said.

For a long moment, there was silence, broken only by the falling of the rain. Then Rin stepped forward as well. "Say. That. Again. I dare you," she managed to get out.

But Ira stood her ground. "Can't you hear? I said to be grateful, you snot-nosed child," she said, completely ignoring that fact that she was also a child.

Rin's eyes went huge, and she looked ready to lunge at Ira right there in front of the graveyard. But before she could, Kirei intervened, saying "Rin, you are now Tohsaka head, both officially and in name. To commemorate such an occasion, I'd like to offer you this."

Both girls looked at him, and from his pocket he withdrew what appeared to be a dagger. The blade of it was wrapped in cloth, and Kirei carried it gently. He handed it to Rin, who unwrapped the blade and looked at it.

"That dagger is called an Azoth Sword. When your father, my teacher, acknowledged that I had completed my training under him, he gave it to me. But, considering the circumstances, it would probably be best if it was held by you," he explained.

Rin stared at it, all previous anger gone. "This was… my father's?" she asked, her voice trembling. Then, the tears she had been trying to hold back finally came, and she sobbed while holding the dagger.

Ira smirked, convinced that her belief in Kirei had been assured, and looked to him for confirmation. Only to be thrown for a loop when, instead of usual stoic face, he was smiling.

'But… Kirei never smiled. Not once,' she thought, before looking over at Rin. Was it something about this girl that made his smile? If so, what? The only thing that changed compared to a minute ago was that Rin was now cry-

She stopped. Wait. Was Kirei smiling because Rin was crying? Did her sadness somehow make him happy? But that made no sense. One person being sad didn't make another person happy… did it?

Just a short while ago, before her rebirth at the hands of the Grail, she wouldn't have even thought about it. But now, after having gone through everything that she had, she wasn't so sure anymore. What had she known that was true, and what wasn't? Was it right to be happy when you made others cry?

In the ten years that had passed since then, the two girls' mutual dislike for one another only solidified. Rin still considered it Kirei's fault that her father died, and Ira's words that day had gained her an unmoving place on the girl's 'enemy' list.

With the passage of time, Ira had indeed come to see that the words she said as a child were very rude and inconsiderate. However, given how much she despised the Tohsaka head, she never apologized for them. On the other hand, she disliked Rin more for what she represented.

A smart, rich girl who had come from a powerful family, and who didn't have to work nearly as hard to become skilled in magecraft. But for Ira, she had to scratch and claw her way to success, both as a mage and a student. In a way, they could be seen as opposite of one another. The rich prodigy versus the poor beginner, the 'beginner' part emphasized by the fact that Ira didn't even start learning magecraft until after Kirei took her in.

Which was yet another they the two argued about. As it turned out, Ira possessed the greater number of Magic Circuits between the two (forty-eight, to be precise) but hers were of a lower quality than Rin's. To that end, a lot of Rin's combat tactics revolved around pure magecraft and the use of her jewels. Ira, on the other hand, took after Kirei and fought primarily hand-to-hand, using magecraft as a supplement to that.

Both of them were so very different from one another, yet they also shared a somewhat fiery temper and ill feelings for each other. Still, they did try to keep their interactions civil. Ira did so because Kirei had been very thorough to teaching her to be respectful, while Rin had to keep up appearances as head of the Tohsaka family. It made things… irritating.

But besides her rigid posture, Ira didn't let her anger show, and simply shrugged. "My adoptive father does what he can for me. Unlike you, I'm very grateful for what he's done," she said.

Now it was Rin's turn to let her anger show, though she did so in the form of getting her teeth. But that was the extent of it, as her response was "I see. In any case, I think I should be going now. Have a pleasant day, Kurashi-san."

"And you as well, Tohsaka-san," Ira said, and they both bowed once before walking past each other.

'I really hope that she becomes a Master in the War as well. Then I can kill her alongside Emiya,' she thought angrily. Now that she had talked with the twin-tailed brat, she needed to blow off some steam. But how was she going to do that?

Then her eyes landed on a very familiar head of blue hair, and she got an idea.

"Are you sure that this is necessary?" Shinji asked.

Ira nodded, looking him straight in the eye. "Very sure, Matou-san. This is something that I need, and figured that you, being the upstanding gentleman you are, would be happy to assist," she said.

Shinji chuckled nervously, seeing that a couple of the girls he hung out with were watching. "Er, yeah! I'm always willing to help a girl in need," he said.

"Then there should be no problem," she told him bluntly.

"Well, yes," he said, before grimacing. "Except that this is really starting to hurt!

Ira ignored him and swung again, her fist colliding solidly with the boxing pads that Shinji was wearing. The two of them were standing off to the side of the school's gym, with both of them wearing the gear for their physical fitness classes. However, Shinji was also wearing the boxing pads, while Ira had her fists wrapped in tape.

His face seemed the perfect combination of irritation and agony. It was likely due to the number of times he had been forced to either dodge a punch, or block it and fell like he had just stopped charging buffalo.

Nodding, Ira began swinging in a flurry of blows once again, deciding not to enhance her punches with mana this time around. While she wasn't part of a club, Ira was regularly seen in the school gym working on her hand-to-hand combat. So, since she wanted to do that now, she needed someone to help her.

Or at least, that's she told Shinji.

Really, she could have done this at home, using the dummy in her room that she had gotten for exactly this purpose. Training and sparing was just one of her favorite pastimes, something she often did whenever she was stress out and needed a way to distract herself. Kirei had never been for or against this particular trait of hers—there were, he supposed, worse things she could spend her time doing—but she had received support for it from a very unexpected source.

Gilgamesh, of all people, had been the one to suggest that she pursue this, to the surprise of both her and Kirei. Having had a taste for "all the pleasures that the world could offer", the blonde had suggested that Ira find something that she took pleasure in as well. Seeing her struggle to find something that made her happy amused him, and he "ordered" her to continue with her efforts to become a skilled fighter so that he could determine if the fruits of said efforts were of any worth.

Kirei let go of the matter, not willing to direct contradict Gilgamesh's words, and Ira was free to train and act as much as she pleased. However, she still kept the things she learned from Kirei in mind, including his lessons about pain. As long as she kept it a secret, then it would be okay to take pleasure in the suffering others.

Which lead to her present situation.

She let the Matou suffer for another half-hour before Ira decided that she had obtained enough satisfaction for one day, and began unwrapping the bandages from her fists. "Okay, I'm done for today. Thank you for your help, Matou-san," she said.

Shinji nearly fell over in relief and quickly removed the boxing pads, letting them fall to the ground while he rubbed his sore hands. Or rather, tried to. The pain from made him cry out every time he so much as moved a finger, though Ira ignored him and walked out of the room. She had gotten her daily quota of amusement; seeing him suffer more would have exceeded that quota.

Later that night…

"I'm back…" Ira called, walking into the Church as if she lived in it. Which, technically speaking, she did. She had been living here for the past ten years.

After Kirei had agreed to let her stay for a few days, she had spent most of that time simply trying to process things. Things like the death of her parents, the destruction of her home, etc. During that time, Kirei had her recount her experience where she spoke to Avenger, and its offer of giving her the power needed to survive

The way Kirei had seen it, Angra Mainyu had been angered over being denied the chance to be born, and wanted someone to punish the person who denied it. Namely, Kiritsugu. It did strike him as curious that the Holy Grail would choose a little girl for the job. But then again, there hadn't really been anyone else at the time, seeing as everyone else was dead save for himself and Gilgamesh.

Speaking of Gilgamesh…

"Ah, so you've returned to us yet again, little pup," the blonde said. He was sitting on top of the altar and drinking a glass of wine, though he paused long enough to look over at her.

That was the other thing. Gilgamesh had also been staying at the Church since the fire, sustaining himself by using mana that Kirei drained from other children orphaned by the fire. At first, the King of Heroes wanted nothing to do with her, and would either ignore Ira or threaten to kill her whenever she came close.

However, ten years of living together had worn him down to the point that he both suggested that she pursuit her desire for combat, and he now referred to her as a 'little pup'. When she asked why, he said that it was because she was and always would be little compared to his magnificence, but he deigned called her a 'pup' to denote her as being different from the rest of the 'mongrels'.

Not much of a compliment, but she'd take what she could get from the arrogant prick.

Ira sighed. "Hello to you too, your Majesty," she said, knowing that he was less irritable when she called him that. Judging by the smirk he gained at her words, she was again right, and she kept walking towards the back.

But it would seem Gilgamesh had more to say, as he added "By the way, Kirei asked me to deliver a message to you when you got back."

Looking over at him, Ira raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? And what did he say?" she asked.

"He told me to remind you that you'll need to summon your Servant soon if you want to participate in the Holy Grail War. And that, once you've done it, you'll need to register with him," he told her.

She snorted. "He doesn't have to remind me of that. I know full well how much time I have. But since you refuse to be my Servant, I'll have to look for someone else," she countered.

Indeed, when she had learned about the Holy Grail War and her chances of joining it, she had asked Gilgamesh to be her Servant. Rude, prideful and an all-around pain-in-the-ass he might have been, he was still one of the most powerful, if not the most powerful, Heroic Spirit in all of history. With him at her side, her victory in the War would be assured, as would be her revenge against Emiya.

Only for Gilgamesh to flat-out refuse, stating that he would not lower himself to be her 'lapdog'. If she had agreed to serve him instead of the other way around, he might have considered it. But they both knew that Ira was too prideful to bow to someone like him, and that ended the chances of her becoming his new Master.

Reaching into her bookbag, Ira said aloud "Luckily, I was able to get my hands on the perfect catalyst, so my success won't be dependent on your pride."

"Oh?" Gilgamesh said, and switched focus from his drink to her once again.

In response she pulled out what appeared to be an old musket rifle, an arquebus, though it was rusted over with age.

"Yes. According to Kirei, the Archer-class Servants are usually the ones with the strongest Noble Phantasms. If this catalyst summons the Heroic Spirit I'm looking for, then they'll definitely be in the Archer Class, and I'll be that much closer to victory," she explained.

Gilgamesh hummed. "I see…" he said, before getting off the altar and standing. "In that case, I'll watch you summon this Servant of yours. It should be at least somewhat entertaining."

Knowing she couldn't stop him even if she tried, Ira let Gilgamesh follow her and walked downstairs. Down there, Kirei had inscribed a magic circle into the floor of his study, though it looked as if he were out at the moment.

Good. Aside from Gilgamesh, she couldn't afford any distractions.

Ira placed her school supplies in the corner before moving the furniture around, making sure that the magic circle was uncovered. Once it was, she checked her supply of mana, and was pleased that it was full.

Then, with everything else set, she placed the catalyst in the center of the circle and then stepped back.

Extending her right hand out, she began channeling her mana and the circle glowed red. The brilliance of the color briefly reminded her of fire, before she crushed the thought and focused.

"Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill. Let each be turned over fivefold, shattering when filled. Set. Silver and steel are the essence, stone and the archduke of contracts the foundation. Great Schweinorg, raise a barrier against the wind, howling from the four directions, and follow the forked road leading to the kingdom," she began.

The magic circle's glow intensified, and the catalyst rose into the air as it was used to reach to the Throne of Heroes. "Hear me now. Your body is formed by my will, and my destiny formed by your hand. If you agree to my will and this pact, then answer me!" Ira said, raising her voice.

Wind form an unknown source began whipping around them while the ground began to shake from the output of power. "I make this pledge. I shall embody all good in the world, and seek to vanquish all evil in the world. Seventh Heaven, garbed in the words of wonderous power, come forth from the binding circle, Guardian of the Scales!" she yelled.

The magic circle flashed and unleashed a wave of mana, nearly knocking Ira over from the strength of it. The circle also created a massive cloud of smoke, obscuring her vision of the circle's contents.

Ira gasped as she felt a large part of her mana ripped from her, likely used to fashion the body of her Servant. But she didn't falter, and both she and Gilgamesh watched with bated breath for if the ritual worked. She felt a stinging sensation on the back of her right hand, and looked.

The back of her hand was also shining with a red light, a light that resolved into a set of Command Seals. They were fashioned in the shape of an Oni's head, with the two horns separate from the rest of it.

Suddenly, the silence was broken by a loud coughing, and a voice asking "Man, do summons really have to make this much smoke? I mean, I can understand the need for theatrics, but this is ridiculous." Slowly, the cloud dispersed, and Ira received her first look at her Servant.

It was a man, and older one who appeared to be in his late forties. He had tanned skin and unkempt black hair that reached the middle of his back, with the beginning of a mustache and beard on his face. There was eyepatch over his right eye, while other eye was dull yellow in color and seemed to reflect the light in an almost sinister way.

He was wearing a tattered white kosode that was open at the chest, showing the necklace he wore to match his earrings, while the red kimono that would have gone over it was tied at his waist. Completing the image were his equally tattered black hakama pants, straw sandals and simple katana that hung from his waist in a black sheathe.

The man grinned and placed the arquebus—now fully restored and without a speck of rust—on his shoulder. "So, am I to assume that this girl in front of me is my servant? Or is it the young man behind her that just screams of royalty?"

Blinking as she got over her shock, Ira said "My name is Kurashi Ira, and I am your Master. Tell, what is your name, and what Class are you?"

In response, the Servant's grin turned purely demonic, and a dark aura seemed to surround him.

"I am he who sought to unite Japan and was betrayed by his own retainer. I was both a skilled ruler and businessman, known for my brutal defeat of all who stood before me. Bow to your knees and pray, for you stand before the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven! The Avenger-Class Servant, Oda Nobunaga!" he declared.

And that ends this chapter. Hope you all enjoyed it, and stay tuned for the next chapter. What will happen with Nobunaga in the fray now, and how will this affect the Grail War? The next chapter (whenever that comes out) will tell!

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