Sorry, I was not aware that taking a week and four days was going to cause this much havoc. I apologies for my absence and lack of presence. Though some have given time to PM me, I still haven't responded to some of them xd.

Though I thank all who have submitted applications for this SYOC. I just hope in time I get better in writing, so I can give you a story where your ocs are fleshed out in this Holy Grail War.

Though the pacing is bad, I hope that you all can bare it until I get better.

Again, sorry for my laziness.

Makoto Yamamoto was no means a superstitious person. However, he had been running into many problems in the past few weeks.

He would always have these sleep spells all of a sudden, and when he woke backup chaos ensued. Sudden droughts would occur when the weather forecast said it would rain, getting robbed at his apartment several times, and suddenly winning the lottery. that he would not like to share.

Makoto was at a loss on what to do. Whenever he try to tell someone, whether it be a friend, or stranger, they'd just stop talking with him. They did think he was crazy? Makoto thought that was the case, since whenever he walked up to them they walked away from him.

It were times like these that filled him with despair. He didn't want this, he just wanted a pleasant normal life that involved none of this bullshit he had been experiencing. Especially since everyone around him avoided him.

His parents thought he was crazy, his friends abandoned him, everyone else avoided him due to all of the rumors that had been spread.

The only solace he had in these times was his cat, Nana. A black cat that accompanied him during the time of the 'disasters' he has was the only thing that kept him 'sane' during those times. To many others it was just a pet, to Makoto it was more than a pet.

It was his one and only friend.

Maybe because of how everyone shut him off because of his 'bad luck,' and attitude, that he considered Nana his friend.

She was the only thing that made him 'happy'. Though she did end up ruining sheets by tearing her claws into them, making decorations fall down, and left the water faucet running, she was the only thing that Makoto had that was close to 'normal.'

Though those were not the reason why, she was considered a friend. Whenever Makoto would be depressed, Nana would always be there trying to cheer him up. Though whatever a cat would do, it was very limited, but Makoto did appreciate the effort.

It was at least one way to stop his loneliness, and drive away the pessimistic thoughts that he usually came up with.

Though that all changed when Nana disappeared.

He tried to look everywhere for his missing friend, but he couldn't find her. Looking around his apartment room, asking his neighbors, putting up 'have you seen' posters, he had tried everything to find his beloved friend.

Alas, she could not be found. Whether she left him, or she had died didn't matter to Makoto. He despaired at the thought of his only friend leaving him.

She was the only solace, the only one who made him 'happy', and the only one who stayed with him. Was he supposed to suffer alone? Was he supposed to cry out for help and hope that someone might reach his calls?

Why did nobody try to help him? Why did it have to be him? Why. Why. WHY.

There was only viable option left in his eyes. His parents might of have a change of heart, his friends might come back, and everyone around him would at least care a little.

He didn't care. Living this eternal disaster already had set its claws within his brain. No matter how hard he tried to wash them away, the marks will forever be there. There was no hope left in his little reality.

Then the letter came.

Beams of sunlight shine through the small cracks from the blinds. Slowly, it shine onto the bed where it was entirely empty. Makoto was already awake.

Splashing water into his face in order to get rid the burning feeling, Makoto looked into mirror. He looked terrible given his red eyes, and the bags under them.

Sighing under stress, Makoto exited out the bathroom and headed towards the kitchen in his apartment. Opening the cabinet, to retrieve his medication.

He took out two, before putting it back, and filled a glass of water. He drank down the medicine, and started to head out the door.

Makoto walked out of his apartment, rubbing eyes from the wetness and lack of sleep. He had stayed up all night, like all the others.

With coffee in hand, he headed downstairs to the first floor. Turning to the left to head to his mailbox, he had arrived at the mailboxes.

After taking a sip from his coffee, he dug into his hand into his pocket in order to fetch his keys. It took him a few moments, due to his drowsiness, but he did end up picking them, and unlocking the mailbox.

He retrieved the few contents, a few letters, that were inside the box. Closing it the box, and retrieving the keys after dumping his empty coffee cup, he headed back upstairs into his room.

Dumping the handful of letters onto the desk, he began to read the letters. It was the usual set of emails that the mailbox usually had, a bill for his apartment, coupons, and a letter that he had not opened yet.

Putting his attention onto the letter, he opened it and took out message.

"What?" As he read the note, he was shocked on what the contents were.

"Hello, Yamamoto Makoto. I have heard of your 'problems' from one of my informants. It seems you have awakened to your origin. What is an origin? It's the fiber of your being, the path of your life. It is impossible to seal your origin, thus the many absurd events will keep on pouring in to your life. However, there is one way to seal away your origin. That is if you participate in the Holy Grail War. In this Holy Grail War, you'll have to fight several participants in order to receive the prize. The prize itself is a wish, that'll grant anything you desire. I'll explain more if you do pursue this one in a lifetime opportunity at the Osaka Church, in Osaka, Japan. I hope you have a nice day.

- Monokuru Ubel."

Makoto rubbed his eyes, and reread the entire passage. What was this real? After a second rethrough, Makoto confirmed that it was real.

Numerous amounts of thoughts ran through Makoto's head. How did this guy know who he was, how did he know that he was having these events happen all around him, and how did this guy know all of this from Osaka? All of these thoughts filtered in a small amount as Makoto placed a hand on top of his black hair.

Before he could actually come to a decision the tiredness start to take him. The coffee wasn't enough to sate it. His brain was shutting down, the horrible feeling of being forced into sleep. A sense of dread quickly grew onto Makoto.

It was happening again. How could this happen? Didn't he already take- In that moment Makoto realized that he didn't take the medication yet.

"No… NOOOOO!" He screamed out as he reached up to the upper cabinets.

In a rush he reached up towards the cabinet, and slammed the door against another cabinet, causing the crashing and rumbling of cups.

Reaching in he frantically pulled out other types of medications in order to retrieve the Modafinil. One by on the containers of medication fell out, and bumped down to the floor.

Finally seeing the jar labeled 'Modafinil' he reached out and grabbed the container. In a hurry he tried to open the lid, but in his terror, he opened the canister and, what was left of the Modafanil, spilled out onto the floor.

He instantly sprawled down onto the floor in order to grasp as much as he can. Though a few slipped underneath him a few times, he managed to grab a handful of modafinil. Dropping them all into his mouth, he rushed into the sink in order to get a glass of water to push down the medicine.

Getting one of the dirties cups, he usually left some on the counter, he turned on the water. Before, he could drink it down the hatch his body started to shut down. His grip on the cup loosened and was dropped down onto the floor, creating many shards and spilling the water onto the floor.

Makoto soon followed afterwards. He could barely feel blood leaking from his body. Slowly, his body felt like it was powering itself down.

Soon there was only emptiness, nothing. There was no light thus no darkness in return. In this sleepless dream, Makoto could only wish for it to be a happy one.

Darkness was everywhere, though using the term 'darkness' would imply there was actually something there in the first place. In truth there was nothing. It was void of nothing thus there was no color.

Somewhere within this 'nothingness' layed Makoto, who started to stir from his slumber. Opening his eyes, he saw nothing not even himself. There was no light in the room, meaning he could not 'see' whatever was around him.

Makoto slowly got up from where he was laying down. His weariness was absent, but he knew exactly why. This wasn't the first time he was in the reality, nor would it be the last.

Going over to touch his neck, he felt the cut from the pieces of glass he fell upon. There was no feeling of blood, only flesh.

"I wonder what's going to happen next…" Makoto spat bitterly.

Slowly, Makoto found his sight return to him. In front of him was a small ember, that let out small sparks. Without warning it started to grow.

Makoto shadowed his eyes with his arms as the flame started to burst outwards, making itself bigger.

It had a warming feeling as it radiated. It felt similar to the soft touch of the morning sun, that rose up into the sky to give everything on the Earth warmth.

Within his limited vision, he saw several figures go into the fire. He could distinguish what they were, but he knew something went into the fire.

All of a sudden the flame started to swell in size. The bright orange, soon turned to a darkish red as it started to burst into different directions.

Makoto covered his face, mainly eyes, from the flames that soon bursted towards his directions. He felt the heat go around him, and the intensity was much to bear.

Sweat slowly started to drop down from Makoto, only to be incinerated in turn, as the flames started to burst out.

Soon, the feeling was gone. Makoto had slowly opened his eyes to see the surroundings had been changed. There wasn't an inferno, but a bountiful land that had prospered instead.

The grass was healthy, and he could hear the laughs of something in the distance. Deciding to look for the source, he decided to investigate on there.

Makoto admitted to himself, that this place was beautiful in a way. The sky wasn't polluted, the earth was free of trash, and the water glistened purely.

As he head up the hill, he looked down to see the source, he knew that it wasn't natural. From his view, up on the hill, he saw various of white orbs that flew around, near the surface of the Earth.

Were they ghosts? A eerie feeling grew onto Makoto as one of the ghosts seemed to notice him. It flew around him, and then right up to his face.

Soon, it stopped. Makoto heard his breathes grew deeper.

In an instant the orb turned into a ghastly skeleton, before emitting a sound of glass breaking.

Makoto woke up in cold sweat. Everything was disorientating for him. He couldn't see anything, everything seemed to be dark.

What happened? What happened!? Makoto panicked, and started to get up from the bed. A force was met with his attempt as he slammed back down to the bed.

"Let me go!" Flailing around, he felt the back of his fist collide with something, but it did not remove the force that was on top of his chest.

"Calm down, Makoto! Calm down! Easy!" A masculine, familiar voice spoke out. Did it stop Makoto from struggling? No.

After feeling another force, this time a little lighter, pushed him down, his struggling ceased. Clarity of the situation kicked in, the disorientation started to disappear.

In front of him were his parents. His mother's face was red, most likely from crying, and his father had a red mark on the right side of his chin. Makoto was probably going to apologise for that.

The only other person in the room was the nurse, who was the other person that gently forced Makoto gently down onto the bed. She was now walking out, probably going to get a doctor in the room.

"Son… You look like shit." Makoto winced at his father's blunt words. He was always the straightforward type whenever it comes to that.

"Your father's right! Why do you have such dark bags under your eyes, and what happened to your neck!" Makoto also winced at his mother's worry. It was justified considering that he barely had any sleep, kept on using medication, and he was now in the hospital with bandages it on.

"It's nothing…"

"Nothing?! That's a load of bullshit compare what you said to me, the last time." This ended up inciting a burst of worry from his parents, who started to scold him.

The scolding ceased when the door was opened. They all looked towards the door to find the doctor coming in. He closed the door behind him before facing the three.

"I was not interrupting something, was I?" The doctor asked. Makoto's parents shook their head before the doctor continued to walk towards the three of them.

" , do you want me to tell you the details while you were unconscious?" His father shook his head immediately.

"Let's see… Your son has been suffering from overdosing on methodil, which has caused the body to go under extreme amounts of stress, has a lot of cuts around his legs, arms, and neck, and to top that off third degree burns."

His parents were mortified at the report. Again, Makoto could not blame them since they were his parents. It was natural for their reactions to be like this.

"Also you went into a coma for at least a week. During that week we had to operate a surgery on you to remove the medication that had entered inside of your body." The doctor looked up from his clipboard.

"You're a very lucky man, Yamamoto Makoto. Not only does it seem you'll be fully recovered in a few months, but you were also saved before the fire even touched you. That is all I have to say, if you need me then ring the bell." The doctor soon left Makoto with two extremely worried parents.

"Makoto, why haven't you told us?" His mother said, starting to tear up again out of worry for her son.

His father was a bit harsher in his choice of words, "You idiot! Could you not use your brain to think for once!"

There was no response from Makoto. Deep inside, he was grateful for their concern and worry, but that didn't smother the deep afflicted trouble inside him.

"Hey… Can I go to Osaka?" His father was about to shout at him again, but his mother stopped him from doing so.

"Why do you want to go to Osaka?"

"I… I need to go there in order to find the 'cure' to my problems." His parents seemed to attentive, when he mentioned the problems.

"What problems?" His mother spoke before his father did. It was best that way most likely, given that father was father, straight-forward.

"Do you remember the time I told you about the robbery, and tornado that happened here?" Puzzled his mother and father nodded their heads. Makoto was also puzzled with their attentiveness. Were they that concerned to hear his pleas this time?

"Apparently, I can have that solved in Osaka." He had to be vague about the details. Otherwise his parents wouldn't allow him to go there in the first place.

"Okay, then we'll all together and-"

"No, no, I can- I have to go alone!" Makoto interrupted his mother. His father didn't seem to happy about that.

"What do you mean we can't go with you! Look at that sorry state you're in! If we had listened sooner, instead of ignoring you, then this wouldn't of happened!" His father spat out.

"Please! I can take care of myself! I promise!"

"Yeah! I can see how well that went out!" His mother ended up punching his father on the chin. There was a reason why they were married.

""Reo, that's enough!" His mother shortly turned over to him, "We'll allow you to go to Osaka, but you better not get into trouble."

Makoto felt relieved on his mother's quick acceptance. Though, he didn't know exactly why she accepted it so quickly, but nonetheless he was relieved.

"Himari-"

"We'll sign the family emergency forms," She gave her husband a stern look, "And allow as much time, in Osaka." Okay, this was getting weird now. Why was his mother so insistent on this now?

"O-okay…" Makoto said as he saw his mother starting to push out his father. He saw a paper butterfly on her long brown hair. Strange, mother was never the type to wear accessories.

Looking over to the cabinet right next to the hospital bed, he looked over to find a letter. Reaching out and opening it, he read that contents.

"Hello, . Sorry for the accident that happened today. It seems like three days has past, and the war has already started. I'd suggest if you want to meet me, head over to the Church immediately, or else the other participants will kill you.

Sincerely, Monokuru Ubel."

Makoto slowly placed the letter back down onto the table. A sense of dread grew onto him. So, it was a real war then. He had hoped that wasn't the case. Though in order to get rid of this nightmare, he must kill someone. And he will do so.

After Makoto had been discharged from the hospital, the next thing that happened was the meeting that involved his temporary absence at his university. Though everything seemed to be sorted out by evening.

His parents had sorted things out during his stay at the hospital, and the university agreed to allow him to be absent for at least a month.

That being said he already boarded a train to Osaka. It was going to last for three hours, and it'd be midnight when he arrived at Osaka.

Now the only thing concerning him was staying awake.

Everything that kept him awake, Methodil, coffee, etc, wasn't currently on him. They had been taken away by his parents after they sent him off to Osaka. Was that going to stop him from buying more? The answer was simple, no.

Makoto only had a few options left. The first option was to rewrite his entire dream book. His first one ended up burning down to the ground after the apartment he was staying at burned down to the ground.

The second option was to wait patiently while listening to music. He had bought another pair, because his previous also went down in flames, when he was still going around buying for his trip.

The third option was to just stare awkwardly into the space while awaiting hours until the train stopped… That was never going to happen.

Taking out his notebook from his bag, he took out his notebook and started to try and remember the dreams.

There was this time that he had dreamed about several friendly people that invited themselves inside his apartment. They were a friendly bunch that made his apartment a very cheerful place. Though they did end up knocking down the furniture, though it probably wasn't on purpose.

They had funny faces as well. Their heads looked like white socks, and they held large pinwheels around with them.

While it did sound silly, they were rather threatening when used as a weapon. Makoto vaguely remembered getting chased around by the strangers with pinwheels.

Eventually, they all rather abruptly left their apartment after knocking down, opening every single piece there was in his house.

Though, when he had that dream his entire apartment was robbed. Makoto also suffer a concussion from a blow to the back of his head.

The next dream that Makoto remembered about the meeting with a snow leopard. Instead of being entirely white, it had this grayish shade. It looked similar to a darkened cloud.

At first it was cool seeing the leopard for the first time. Until it started to chase him around.

Makoto vaguely remembered going down somewhere, and running down the streets.

It was also rather colorful with primary colors taking up huge spaces and whenever the collided they turned into their respective secondary color.

Everything else was fuzzy afterwards. All he remembered was that the leopard was on top of him by the end of the dream.

Nothing happened afterwards when he woke up. Nothing seemed to be out of place, or anything at all… except the walls were painted with red, blue, and yellow.

Strangely, enough he couldn't remember his latest dream, all he really saw was black smoke and a blue sky.

As he continued to try and remember his multiple of dreams to write down, he became slightly upset after remembering bits and pieces of everyone one of them.

Every single dream that he had dreamt ended up not being 'good.' Nothing 'good' as in after he woke up, everything was a disaster.

Makoto was internally glad for his parent's pep talk, or else he'd be breaking down in tears by now.

After a while, Makoto stuffed his dream book back into his bag. He couldn't remember anymore dreams. Looking at his phone, he stared down at the time.

There was only an hour and a half left to spend. Two more hours until Osaka. Makoto's eyes were feeling a little heavy, but he'd managed.

Inserting earbuds into ears, and turning on ear blasting music, he silently awaited his stop to Osaka.

"We have arrived at Osaka."

Thank god for that announcement. After thirty minutes, his earbuds had died out. Makoto had forgotten to charge it earlier when he departed.

That left him with awkwardly staring into space. Thankfully the train had been significantly empty by that point, since people had been dropped off during the ride to Osaka.

Now exiting the train, Makoto hurried off to the Church. If the letter was correct, then he'd have to hurry over before the other participants took notice of his presence.

Makoto fervently looked back and forth the road, trying to take note of any suspicious presences. There were none he could see so far.

Crossing the road, he saw the Church down the sidewalk. Taking one last look around to check if anyone saw him, he opened the doors and stepped inside.

"Ah Yamamoto Makoto, I welcome you." A person emerged out of the shadows. He was very tall and wore a cassock.

Wait the person who is involved with this war is a priest?

"Wait, you're Monokuru Ubel?" Makoto asked out of surprise. This had to be a wrong person. Makoto hadn't thought that the person who told him to go to the Osaka Church, even though it could be implied, was a priest.

"Yes I am, I am Monokuru Ubel, the mediator for the Holy Grail War." said the man as he introduced himself, "We shouldn't waste any time, I expect at least one of the Masters to have seen you by now."

"Masters? What do you mean masters?" This only incited more confusion into Makoto. Why was a priest mediating a war, and what does he mean by master?

"Oh that's right, I forgot how to tell you how the details of the Holy Grail War." The priest said in a sheepish tone, "You're going to participate, right?"

Was this man that unprepared for him?

"Well, of course! I want to get rid of my problems!" Makoto shouted at the man. Without short notice, the priest stuffed a book, a chalk box and an old piece of paper into the university student's hands.

"Hey! What am I supposed to do with-"

"Good! I'll just write your name in, and you'll be set." The priest then gently shoved Makoto out of the Church.

Makoto could only look back at the priest, who was about to close the door, "Read everything in that book, and you'll be good." With that the priest closed the doors.

Makoto stood in front of the door a few minutes before he ran down to the apartment, he rented one earlier. If the priest was right then he'd be killed if he decided to do nothing.

As he ran, a brown bird was watching him. It was a rather grotesque bird since it had one of his eyes gouged out and had bloodied feathers.

It later flew off.

A woman grinned. So, the last master has arrived in this war. Unfortunately, Archer was currently doing who knows what.

Though it'll be a nice surprise attack that'll kill the enemy master when he's at his most vulnerable.

"Thank you, Niwa." The woman's glee was soon distinguished as a bucket of water fell on top of her. She signed in contempt. Why did she pick the flower?

Makoto barged into his apartment room after inserting the key. Taking out the key, he quickly locked the door. Panic soon started to die down, as Makoto slid down, against the door, taking deep breaths.

Quickly, he fished out the book from his backpack. He needed to know what to do next, especially since the priest failed to inform him earlier.

Opening the thin book and rubbing his eyes, he started to look into the contents. After just reading the first page, Makoto was confused.

"I'm going to cut to the chase, you should be dead right now. God knows how the Mage's Association, or any other organization in this world, should of killed you right now. Either you have extreme luck, or they're extremely ignorant. Anyway, in order to participant you'll have to summon your servant."

Makoto looked over to the next page, and saw a mysterious symbol. There were two circles within each other the hexagram in the smaller one. There also strange circles with symbols in them as well.

"Draw this ritual, with the chalk I have given you,l in a five by five format, and place the piece of paper I have given you in the middle of the circle."

Without putting down the book, Makoto quickly walked over to the living room of his apartment. Dragging the furniture away and removing the rug, in order to draw the circle.

With that done, Makoto quickly went over to draw the circle. He stumbled a bit as a wave of fatigue washed over him. He had to do this fast!

Drawing faster than the speed of the fastest man alive, he had finished the circle within fifteen minutes. By then he was almost ready to collapse.

Slapping his face, in order to wake himself up, before opening the book, he read what he was supposed to do next.

"Now you have to provide a chant in order to summon your servant. In order for this to be fulfilled, you'll have to say the following chant. Usually, it would lead to some alterations depending on the servant you're summong, but since you are the last master I already know who'll it be.

Now say the following:"

"Let silver and steel birth a new path,"

"Let the stone and the archduke of contracts support thy path,"

"Let the wall rise to block the winds of freedom"

"Let the four gates close in obstruction,"

"Let the three forked paths become one by the crown, to the kingdom ahead."

"Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill."

"Let it be declared that, your mind, body, and soul serve under me, and your sword shall be my fate."

"Submit to the call of the Holy Grail,"

"Answer, if you submit to this truth, and false will."

"An oath will be sworn here,"

"I shall attain the virtues of Heaven,"

"I shall control all the sins of Hell,"

"From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three great words of power,

"Come forth from the ring of restraint, protector of the holy balance!"

The circle started to throw sparks of red within, and in a flash the room exploded. Furniture was sent flying, pillows in the air, the Tv slammed against the wall, thankfully there were no cracks, and vases were falling down.

Makoto had to cover his eyes from the fierce wind. As it started to die down, the stress started to kick in making Makoto feel dizzy."

After putting his arm down, there was a person in front of him. The man in front of him had tanned skin, and black hair fixed into a crew-like style hair cut.

The man had opened his eyes and stared at Makoto. Makoto's heart skipped a beat, out of fear, and started to slowly back up.

The man slowly walked up, greaves clinking and leather armor cleaking. Makoto himself stopped out of shear fear, and the man was seemingly tower over him.

"Are you my master?" The man spoke with a rather intimidating voice.

Makoto could only nod in affirmation and let out a small 'yes,' before everything turned black for him due to the stress he was suffering.

The man just looked down at the fainted Makoto.

"What a wimp."

A magus was setting up a ritual of sort. To be exact it was a magus from the Mage's Association.

He with his partner to observe a civilian named 'Makoto Yamamoto" due to the awakening of his origin.

They had followed him the entire time, from the apartment to the train, and now he needed to urgently report what was going on now.

The association needed to know that a Holy Grail War was starting in Osaka… Or rather has already started in Osaka.

Before he could activate the circle, he heard footsteps. Quickly standing up, he started to point his hand at the source of the footsteps.

Little did he know, a woman was standing directly in front of him. At that moment, his hand was sliced off from his arm. He groaned in pain as he clutched his arm.

"What-" Before he could do anything, she slashed his throat. Without air, he slowly suffocated and died.

"That's one down, I wonder how many more are left." The woman mumbled to herself, she disappeared in a flurry of blue particles, leaving the man behind.

Anyway besides that I'm going leave a short notice here. Once school starts, it may take me a longer amount of time to write down a chapter. This is only because I'm have disorganized with my day to day life.

Anyway I thank you for your patience.