I don't own RWBY, Fate/Stay Night, or any of the characters. The only thing I own is the story, which is original.
Whew, now that the legal issues are over, ermagerd. All the reviews, follows, and favorites? O_o Wow. I mean, this is my first story and first attempt at even doing something like this. It's an honor to have this story read by you guys, it really is. I know I am not the best at building tension, but I promise you that the violence will be entertaining :3
Truth Timeheart- I realllllly want to. Much better than the name I thought of. MUCH better. But... would Ozzy really name a team that? I could work it in though. I'll try think of something. My original was meh. SLGT (slaughter) would be a must. Many thanks but, with the whole color scheme, it might need to be SLGT (slate (actually a color))
Warrof- I know :3 Get where I am going yet?
People in general- some people complained characters were OOC. You now get 10 chapters with 50k words of backstory :3 Your fault ^_^
How did it all happen?
How did the UBW Shirou come into this world?
How did the dead Lucy come?
The stray cat Train?
The mad avenger Guts?
All of this and more, will be answered in the next episode of dragon ba- er... Fate of Remnant.
Could it be Zelretch, out for his amusement?
Could it have been base instinct, clinging on to life?
Could it have been the work of some evil Taoist, intent on revenge?
Could it have been the work angels, intent on the branded one?
Could it have been chance?
Could it have been... something, or someone else?
You will soon learn who or what did it. For better or worse, this is how it happened. To Guts and Shirou, anyway.
Looking back, it was probably one of the worst ways to die, for him, anyway. Guts' life was a life full of bloodshed, violence, death, and above all, a struggle to survive, to fight back, to kill Apostles, and then the angels. He still managed, even in his agony, wanting to go out with a smile on his face. He was dying, there was no doubt about that. After he killed the 'God of the Sea'... well, shit hit the fan. Casca was able to be kept safe at Puck's home, but EVERYTHING else got worse. He had killed a couple hundred of Apostles, made unlikely alliances, and missed a couple (eight) of chances to kill Griffith before he had finally managed to make a portal to hell using that Behelit. He had killed the four angels that he didn't have as many grudges against first. He ripped them apart with a savage ferocity in his Berserker Armor, and had only broke his arm, hand, and five of his ribs. Twice. The Berserker Armor was partially destroyed by an attack by Griffith, allowing Gut's face to be seen, and Guts was knocked to the ground, unable to walk without agony. When Griffith came to kill Guts, Guts managed to kill Griffith after all this time by blowing his head off with his cannon-arm, but the killing blow had left Guts open, and Griffith, in his dying moments, cut open Guts' stomach.
Now I know what you are thinking. 'But broken ribs, a broken arm, and bleeding isn't anything new to Guts, he will be fine' WRONG! While healing from broken bones is nothing new to Guts, you don't understand how deeply Griffith cut Guts' stomach. This wound, while being extremely painful, would also ultimately kill him, as people in that age were quite poor when it came to healing wounds that pierced the stomach are too deeply. However, our favorite struggler had one final goal in mind before his inevitable death. He wanted to kill the Idea of Evil. While Guts hated Griffith with a passion, it wasn't always that way. Someone might say that they were brothers against the demon Zodd, won a war that lasted one hundred years in the spawn of three years, and had done so much more. To Guts, what Griffith did was inexcusable, but he firmly believed that it was the Idea of Evil's fault for corrupting his friend. The death of the five angels had shifted the layers of reality, throwing Guts deeper, toward the layer where the Idea of Evil waited.
His cursed blade, more a heap of raw iron than a blade, had killed demons, ghosts, Apostles, five angels, and now it sought the blood of a god. While being in the same layer of reality as the Idea of Evil was ripping him apart and quickly destroying his body, Guts simply didn't care. All he had was his rage, his sword, and an inevitable timer on his life from his stomach wound. It was a novel concept, to see the Idea of Evil, something that should normally be so far above humans that even looking at it would kill them, beg. It began screaming at Guts. Cursing him. Pleading with him. Guts, with all of his strength leaving his body, the only thing keeping him up his rage, stabbed it in it's black heart. It began gushing cursed black blood that burned Guts' skin when he touched it, but still Guts did not stop. He hacked and slashed and stabbed and pierced and ripped and tore into it. The mutilated carcass that was once the Idea of Evil began to fade away into the darkness, leaving nothing behind. At this point, Guts could barely move, and he did the only thing that made sense to him. He planted his massive sword where the deity once was, and sat down with his back to his sword. He wished he could have seen his companions one final time before he died, but alas this was not the case. He died, but his blade forged in hate stood tall, a testimony to his resolve, his will, his struggle, and his anger.
Guts soon began to stir in a gray room with swirls of energy and a general boring look. He had figured that this might happen, seeing as heaven typically didn't want anti-heroes, and that all of hell hated him, he figured he would get stuck in Limbo. Suddenly, a bright flash shone through the room as something appeared. It seemed like a gold color schemed... Idea of Evil? Oh. Wait. Guts snickered. The Idea of Hope. Fat load of help he gave. He had showed up when he had finally taken Casca to Puck's home, but was basically useless.
"My hero Guts..." A voice resounded through the room, seemingly coming from everywhere and nowhere at the same time. It continued, this time harsher "While you have done acts of great valor in your life, you have still done many evils. While you have saved the world and should be allowed into heaven, yours was a life of bloodshed. How many men have you killed? What about the children? Well? SPEAK!" At this the swirling masses of energy began to concentrate, and it seemed as if the Idea of Hope was about to attack. Guts reached for his sword, before realizing he was in astral form. So no weapons. Or armor. In front of a god-like entity with enormous power that was extremely angry. Well, shit.
Guts snorted and laughed. It was a cruel laugh, filled with deprecation "I never cared about saving the world. All I wanted was to kill Griffith and avenge my comrades who had died. You should probably be thanking me that I actually saved that shit-hole of a world. I didn't even get to see my comrades one last time. You never did anything for me. All you did was give me an impossible quest."
The Idea of Hope began to glow more erratically, before it settled down, seemingly understanding his reason. While the Idea of Hope had technically claimed him as it's champion, it never offered him aid or support, just a goal. It pointed towards a speck of darkness in the corner of the room, and finally spoke with a tired voice, "If you ever want to see your friends or get to heaven, you will have to help that world. As I am the Idea of Hope, I give hope to those in bleak situations. Unless you go, everyone in that world will surely perish. The enemies will be greater, the situation more bleak than ever, and you will be need allies to deal with the threat. However, this is the only chance to ever meet your comrades again."
Guts blinked in surprise. A god-like entity actually caring about giving people hope? That was new. Without any further thought, Guts began running towards the speck of darkness. Guts ran to the now apparent doorway, and stopped when the Idea of Hope called to him in a sad voice," This is also a chance for you to have a life that a hero like you deserves." Guts didn't give any sign of having heard the Idea of Hope say anything, or maybe he just ignored it. He jumped through the portal, and was on his way towards a new journey.
Shirou was having a bit of a rough day. Understatement of the year. Shirou was now twenty five, a third rate magus under the apprentice (how he ever got apprenticed to her, the world will never know) of Tohsaka Rin. He fought as a hero, helping the families affected by wars, killing Dead Apostles, or just helping that random woman across the street. Of course, he knew if Rin wasn't his master than he would most likely be locked up in the Clock Tower being experimented on for his reality marble. He remembered her angered yelling as she found out that he had shown (read as: saved) a random magus fighting a Dead Apostle, who had taken the information and given it to his superiors, who gave it to their superiors, etc., etc. He would have had to flee, but Rin was most likely one of the most influential people at the Clock Tower by the time his ability had been revealed a year ago. He was able to go free with her as his "master" in order to develop his abilities for the betterment of magecraft. However, this wasn't the reason Shirou was having a rough day. He was asked (read as: ordered) by the queen of the Clock Tower to come see her. He was told to bring all of the things necessary for his offensive magecraft as well. By this point, Shirou had the sinking suspicion that everything was about to go wrong.
"Well shit." This was an understandable reaction considering who was actually in the room. Zelretch, Ciel, and Aoka, and the queen of the Clock Tower, whose power paled in comparison to these three monsters. However, these four, who one would expect to be trading insults or actively attempting to kill each other were in a heated debate about something. Zelretch, the Old Man of the Jewels, was a Dead Apostle Ancestor who had fought and killed the king of the vampires, Brunestud, centuries ago when he was just the mortal possessor of the Second Magic, Kaleidoscope. Ciel, a dedicated member of the Burial Agency, had a semblance of immortality as the world would put her back together as long as the vampire Roa was alive, fight Servants on an even level, and is the wielder of the Seventh Holy Scripture. Aoka Aozaki, the Magic Gunner, is able to fight on the level of all Servants excluding Caster, could shift through time to dodge attacks using the Fifth Magic, Magic Blue. Compared to these three, the queen of the Clock Tower was... laughable.
It had been years since the Holy Grail War, and Shirou was less naive and more cynical. He had crossed over a thousand battlefields, and had slowly become more like Archer. Admittedly, Shirou's swordsmanship and suicidal sword style was better than Archer's as he had more time to practice and refine the style he had learned from fighting Archer in the war, and his magecraft had finally reached the same level. However, Shirou had promised himself to never become Archer, no matter what happened.
"So," Shirou drawled, "when is the world ending." Faces turned to him so quickly that they must have gotten whiplash, and the people just stared at him. Shirou face-palmed before finally muttering, "The world is ending isn't it." He was faced with multiple nods. "Do we need to go kill something really big and/or deadly that would most likely rip the Executors or Enforcers apart?" He was faced with more nods. "So how strong is it, and what in the name of Root would make even you worry Zelretch?"
At this he was faced with a nervous chuckle from the old man. "Well," he began "ORT is starting to move."
"Well shit." An apt response, considering this thing was absurdly strong, and didn't play by Gaia's rules. This thing was from Mercury, and therefore didn't have to work with Gaia. It even lacked a concept of death. Let me explain that. It can't die. Unlike Ciel, who can die and is just put back together because of a paradox, ORT can't even die. It was understandable that Ciel, who had very strong immortality, Zelretch and Aoka with magics that could kill it, and Shirou with a magecraft directly under magic would be called together.
"Wait." Something had dawned on Shirou. "Why don't you just escape via your magic?"
"Well you see... something this big only happens to two in a trillion universes. Something this big, like all life on Earth being destroyed by something not of this world would cause a ripple effect destroying the multiverse. If I don't help, even I would be caught in the aftermath."
"So what is the plan so far?" Shirou asked, attempting to make a plan.
At this, everyone looked sheepish before Ciel finally answered, "We were debating on making some crazy over the top plan or trusting your eye to make a plan. Can you give us an idea that even if we decide against it helps?"
His Mind's Eye (true) a skill that let him stay calm and collected no matter how brutal the fight, and dramatically increases chances of winning even if there was even a 1% chance of winning.
"Give me all the information you have so far." Shirou stated, steel in his voice. Ciel tossed him a document, and Shirou quickly scanned through the document. Facts and plans ran through Shirou's head. He had a plan, albeit suicidal and extremely risky, could possibly kill ORT. "I have an idea. It might work, or we could all die terribly. Do you trust me?"
My body is made of swords
This declaration was made on a hill by a man in red rooting towards a giant monster on a crystalline surface. It seemed to resound throughout the battle ground, and his companions could feel the intent in these words. The intent to alter reality.
Iron is my blood and Glass is my heart
Anyone who knew Shirou could attest to this fact. No matter how much he was beaten, injured, or bent, he stayed strong. However, every injury to his friends, each betrayal, it left cracks in his heart. The same heart, was as easy to read as an open book.
I survived countless battles
Not once retreating
Not once being victorious
Shirou had crossed hundreds of battlefields, always standing resolute in his actions, always protecting the weak. However, he never won either. There was always that one person that he failed to save. It gnawed at him. The man in red and his companions had reached the giant monster, and were running around it intent on slaying it.
The bearer lies here alone
Forging Iron on a hill of swords
Thus, my life needs no meaning
This body is made out of infinite swords
While Shirou occasionally had companions, they all left him at some point. However, Shirou never stopped, and kept on moving. His life needed no meaning, as he was a sword. A glowing fire split the world, originating from the man in red.
Ciel, Zelretch, and Aoka started fighting the beast directly, as they had the best chance of destroying it alone. Shirou was on the hill at the center of his reality marble, the queen of the Clock Tower was behind him, forcing more and more prana into him through the contract they had made. He focused, ignoring the sounds of fighting and the scream of his blades as ORT stepped on and crushed them. He was making a sword. Not the sword that his beloved had held, but the sword of a tyrant king. A sword, that if not for the contract, would turn him into a mess simply by looking at it, let alone making it. A drop of sweat poured down Shirou's face, as the sword had finished. It was a sword of Genesis. It was a sword that had been forged in the hell-fire of the world before Genesis. It held all of the fury of the world at that time, and was the father of all swords.
"GET CLEAR!" Shirou screamed, as just having this projected was killing him, even with the contract. As Aoka,Zelretch, and Ciel jumped clear, he yelled again, "ENUMA ELISH!" A crimson wave of death that destroyed the swords it passed through moved towards ORT. Zelretch and Aoka attempted to bombard the creature with as much magic as possible in order to kill it. The reality marble shattered, and ORT wasn't able to be seen.
Zelretch gave a resounding cheer before finally saying, "Well done! Now you just have to do it again on the other world I mentioned." Jaws dropped at his statement, and Zelretch chuckled before saying "Well, I did say two in a trillion. The queen is needed at the Clock Tower so she is out, Ciel is needed elsewhere, and Aoka and I need to use our magic to make someone a child and take them to the other world." At this, Zelretch picked up the barely conscious Shirou, before working with Aoka to establish a portal. "Oh." Zelretch commented, "I can't travel there either, as magic is completely and utterly rejected by that world. With any of our powerful circuits, we would be destroyed near instantly. However, with your crappy circuits you should be fine." Zelretch tossed an unconscious Shirou, before muttering "Probably."
Ciel was the only one concerned, and asked, "Won't that stop him from meeting Arturia?"
Zelretch shook his head before stating, "No, it will give him an even better chance as that world is yet to be in a cataclysmic event unlike this one. He would have a chance of meeting her there, but would never if he stayed here.
NOTES-
Uhhhhh yeah. Added note that it is multi-cross. Sorry for slower updates, I had to deal with some crazy stuff including exams, exams, sickness, clubs, and did I mention exams?
MORE NOTES-
Uhhhhh, yeah. The Idea of Hope is a thing. Yeah.
Shirou w/ EA? WTF Ranger? He had a contract with the most powerful magus at the Clock Tower (MUCH stronger than Rin, so better results) ,and he still produced only a crappy EA. The real thing would have probably killed EVERYTHING in the UBW. Even with the crappy copy, and an amazing contract, it still nearly killed Shirou and left him barely conscious.
Story denied T_T :P
NOTE PART THREE
(Don't actually expect a 10 chapter 50k word backstory)
rickyp01- ah, no not this time. I'm making the Gaia of Remnant (Raia?) reject things that are not part of the system. Shirou's projections on Earth are degraded and eventually destroyed by Gaia just because they are copies, while the base (original) is still within the system. Something that fundamentally does not belong at all (circuits, magecraft, etc.) and has no place in the world would be destroyed rather quickly, as the system wants to destroy the paradox. Something absurd (ORT) would be exempt to this rule, as it is a transcendent being that plays by its own set of rules. While Nasu-verse and RWBY-verse lore are a bit similar, it isn't too far of a stretch to assume that they run too differently to work together. Ex. Run out of Aura you are fine, run out of prana you die in extremely painful ways. At best, the system (Raia) would convert the thing that does not belong, into something that works within the system, in my opinion. (hint hint hint)