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I Searched For An Answer

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Haven: Four Hours Before The Battle

"Does something seem, off to you?" I asked Saber, staring at last night's leftovers spinning in the microwave.

Saber materialized beside me, staring into the microwave with me. I guess he wanted to see what I was so interested by, which would be lasagna being bombarded by radiation in order to heat it to suitable levels for human consumption.

"I hate to answer your question with a question, but what do you mean Master?" He asked confused. Guess I should've expected that after all, Saber was a beast stat wise, but his common sense must've been fried when I summoned him. Or maybe he was always this clueless, whatever moving along.

"Well, you ever go into a city or meet someone and get this weird feeling that something's up? You know, 'Everyone in town is a bunch of cannibals!' or 'This guy isn't telling the truth.'," I explained. "I've got this feeling that something is going on here, and that isn't the crazy talking."

"I'm afraid I have no idea what you mean. Perhaps it's a mage thing?", I frowned and shook my head.

"A side effect of a curse you picked up over the years?"

"Nuh uh."

"Maybe you're paranoid? The Holy Grail War can be very stressful after all."

"That…that makes sense. Maybe I'm just being a paranoid mess." Although I wasn't going to vocally admit it, I've always have been a worrywart. Several of my family's maids quit because I was a walking ball of stress and fear for years.

Stress over my brother's superiority and what chance I had of being a legitimate magus, and fear over the circuits in my body threatening to kill me. Before I mastered control of them, they would randomly flare up and cause horrendous pain, sending my vocal range/power through the roof and my body to the floor. I guess it was just too much for some of them, so they quit.

"But," Damnit I hate butts, thighs are where it's at. "Perhaps you aren't being paranoid, and there is something wrong with the Grail War." Saber said, causing me to sigh.

"Thanks Saber, a beacon of positivity as always."

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Jessiry: Ten Hours After the Battle

"Come on Ava, stay with me!" A woman yelled, Ava remembered her voice. But she felt so heavy, like lead. She let herself fall deeper into her subconscience.

Hours passed, and the sun rose, golden rays gently waking the rest of the world, but for her it practically stabbed her in her retinas, forcing her awake. Her entire body felt sore, like she had been on the opposing end of a battering ram. Twice.

She opened her eyes, realizing a rather pleasant scent wafting through the air. It smelt like someone was cooking something, but her hotel room didn't have a stove. That meant she wasn't in her-Jessiry bolted up in the bed despite her bodies protests. She looked down at her body, and realized that she wasn't even wearing her clothes. Someone had changed her into a gray button up shirt that was way too tight around her chest, but they hadn't changed her panties, thankfully.

"Master!" She heard Lancer say excited, the warrior materializing next to her smiling, yet again wearing the outfit that left NOTHING to the imagination, but with all her willpower Ava kept her gaze on her face and not on her ample chest.

"Damnit hormones!" She internally yelled while externally she spoke normally. "Hey Lancer," Ava tried to push herself out of the bed, but her side disagreed and sent pain flaring through her body. "What happened last night?" She asked.

Lancer frowned. "A lot happened Master. It all started when Saber was about to release his Noble Phantasm…"

"Oi," A voice cut in from the doorway, making Jessiry jump out of her skin. To her surprise and confusion, Haven was standing in the doorway, a stitched up cut on his forehead and a dull bruise on his neck.

"Nice to see you rejoin the Land of the Living, how's your side feeling?" Haven asked, smiling as he stepped inside the room all the way. It was, strange to see him not look like a mercenary or biker, she was used to seeing him in all black and leather boots, but here he was in sweatpants and a T shirt. "Well he is human after all." She reasoned to herself.

"My side?"

"You know, the fleshy bit between your ribs and hips." Haven explained.

Jessiry rolled her eyes, but stopped mid roll when something very big clicked in her mind. "What the hell! What are you doing here! Where is here! Why would you be asking the condition of something that's SUPPOSED to be covered up in public! Did you strip me while Saber held Lancer down and do nasty things to me while I was asleep! Answer me you son of a bitch!" Jessiry screeched, Haven physically recoiling with each proclamation.

"I'm not a lolicon! I already had to convince Saber AND Lancer that I wouldn't do anything. Just let me explain and you can hit me all you want if you don't find it making sense!" Haven reasoned, his hands held up to guard him from the animal baying for his blood.

Jessiry held him underneath a scrutinizing gaze for several seconds, before relenting and sitting back. "I'll give you one chance, so explain why I should show mercy."

"Because I'm way more experienced in combat than you probably ever will be." Haven deadpanned, Jessiry making a 'eep' sound in response.

"And two, I have some big news. Like, 'worlds about to implode' big."

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Haven: The Night Before

I have to admit, I'm not sure where I stand on the whole Noble Phantasms thing. They make sense, sometimes.

Saber's thrived on his emotions, channeling it into his sword and then boom, Saber needs a breather and the enemies are dead. Which, just made me think "How the hell does that work?" Answer: We have no idea how, it just does. Water is wet, cows are dumb, and Noble Phantasms are strange.

I was busy concentrating on supplying Saber mana, but the connection abruptly was interrupted when a loud crack tore through the air and I found myself face first on the ground. Wait, why was I on the ground? And why can I smell blood? Wait….shit am I bleeding?!

Feeling a burning pain from above my shoulder and the left side of my chest becoming warm and damp clarified my suspicion, crystal f-ing clear. Was it an attack from the little Kuznetsov? She has balls if she planned on doing the same strategy I had originally. With a slight cackle, I pushed myself upwards, the bullet being little more than an annoyance. With barely a thought, I reached up to my collarbone where the bullet lay stuck in the bone, and ripped it out, a string of blood flying outwards.

A threat laced as a joke was halfway out of my throat as I turned around, but I found myself facing Saber's back. He must've jumped in the way to protect anymore attacks. I peeked around him, and my heart jumped into my throat.

Ava was being cradled by her Servant, a red puddle growing underneath them both. She was still alive, but every breath looked like a struggle. Like she was fighting just to keep her heart beating.

I'm no stranger to gore, I've seen the inside of my own arm for Root's sake, but seeing that much blood out of someone as small as her made me sick. It wasn't right, that much blood shouldn't be possible. I wasn't the good guy here, I wasn't going to sacrifice life and limb to save someone I barely know.

But I'm still human, no matter how much crap I do to myself or what I go through I'm still always going to hold onto that scrap of humanity.

Saber and Lancer were equally surprised when I ran past him, blurring over to my enemies side and sliding close.

Lancer was aiming that spear of hers towards my head, but was distracted when Ava moved in her grasp, and I managed to weave past it.

I was at the most advantageous point of this entire fight. Saber was rushing in from behind me, I was out of Lancer's effective range, and my opponent was at death's door. A quick thrust of my hand, and one Master is eliminated, and I'm a step closer to revenge. The urge was palpable, screaming in my mind to just do it, kill her now before she becomes dangerous later.

"I'm not here to hurt, just to help." I spoke barely above a whisper as I slowly raised my hand to where the blood poured from her side, Lancer's gaze following it's path with watchful eyes.

When my hand remained unsevered and touching the damp clothing, I focused on using the weakness curse. With a quick probing, I discovered that Ava probably had the best luck in the world.

The wound was clean, a quick exist and entry that would be a fairly easy patch job. Saved me the trouble of having to go digging for brass in a Russian magus.

The hairs on the back of my neck rose as I felt something enter the Bounded Field, that something being at least twenty people with hostile intent. They began moving to the stairs, if we were on the third floor that gave us less than a minute before company arrived.

Saber perked up behind me, and turned his attention to the stairwell. "You better pick up the pace, Master."

"Yeah, no shit." I said over my shoulder, before looking back the girl. "Fuck, I'm not going to be able to heal this thing fast enough." I cursed as I quickly sealed the internal bleeding.

45 seconds.

The wound was resisting my healing, I'd seen this before. Well, I'd casted a spell similar to this before. But this was on a completely different level, my spell was a flea bite compared to this! I opened up more of my circuits, feeling a uncomfortable burning all throughout my chest and arms.

30 seconds.

The intestines had been sealed, now to the very small muscular wall. Ava should exercise more, if I wanted too I could probably punch clean through her. The muscles were resisting my healing even more than the organs, so in response I began pulling more energy out. The burning spread down towards my legs and up my neck.

24 seconds.

I barely crossed the halfway point in healing the injury, the muscles were still torn, several veins were still ruptured, and the skin was still open. "Fuck it, Lancer get moving. Saber and I will take care of the attackers."

"But what about the bleeding? If this is some plot to kill her, I swear I will do anything to rip your-" "Can it Lesbo, unless you want her to be a lot more dead move it." Lancer glared at me, before turning around, getting Jessiry into a comfortable position, and leaped out the opening and disappeared into the night.

17 seconds.

"Was there any point to saving her later Master?" Saber asked, his grip tightening on his blade as the footsteps approached.

14 seconds.

"Not now Saber, I need you to go into Spirit Form."

12 seconds.

"What?! Are you ins-" "Yes! Just do it damnit!"

8 seconds.

"I, You," Saber growled. "Fine!" He yelled as he disappeared.

4 seconds.

"Just be ready for my signal." I tried to reassure my stubborn Servant.

The footsteps reached the top floor, revealing men and women in black combat armor. All were equipped with either a Steyr AUG assault rifle, a M1A4, or an AK-47. I threw my hands up in surrender. Don't judge me! If you were stuck in a fairly closed off space with a bunch of rapid fire death machines aimed at your face you'd surrender too, or pretend at the least.

They were barking orders at me, but I shut them out. I couldn't afford to be distracted, otherwise I'll be as dead as Genghis Khan with a nosebleed. "Invitet in tenebris lapidem, we search for the answer."

Several of them surrounded me, one of them took hit me with the but of their gun on my forehead, drawing blood. I fell on my knee, but as I tried standing up another blow came into the side of my neck. Yet, I continued my chant. "For we have been blinded too long."

My arm shot out and found its way inside the soldier who hit me's stomach. A quick twist of my wrist and his small intestine had been torn to shreds. He screamed as I used my arm to pull him down to me and used him as a meat shield.

Using my position to my advantage, I threw myself backwards as bullets riddled the poor bastard on top of me. I landed on my back, and with a split second thought Saber manifested and cut three of them in half.

Wrenching my arm out, I used my other to grab a knife and throw it. Where it landed didn't matter, as long as it hit something it would work. The knife flew through the air and buried itself into a wall, the collision triggering a small circle carved into the bottom of the blade's hilt.

Purple vapor began pouring off the weapon, filling the parking garage but stopping at the barrier of the Bounded Field. It wasn't toxic, it didn't burn your eyes or nose, it was exactly as you saw it, a cover system. Panicking soldiers began firing into the mist at any sound, the screams of the injured and frightened filling the air.

"Saber, take care of them quickly. We need to reposition as fast as possible." I ordered as I turned towards the window that stretched across the entire building.

"Are you truly mad?! There could be more of these bastards outside!" Saber yelled as a wet squelching noise accompanied by a squeal came from the fog.

"Oh please, I'll get away from this scott free! Just you watch!" I challenged as I swung both my legs over the boundary. Forcing what little energy I could spare, I reinforced my legs and dropped down, falling a good thirty feet until I landed haphazardly on the ground.

Rolling to reduce the impact on my body, I grunted as I tried to stand. My left ankle was definitely bruised, and I think I fractured my other when I landed. With effort, I stood up and began hobbling away.

Man, I must look intimidating! Guy wearing all black and looks edgy as hell overall limping along cursing at every step. Tremble my enemies! For that is all you can do before Edgy-Hobbling Man defeats you with his Gimp Leg of Justice!

I hobbled a block or so away before Saber rejoined me, and being the chivalrous knight he is, began laughing at my limping.

"Scott free? Hah, you look like you had to take it up your rear from someone to get away!" Saber said with a smirk before he began laughing joyfully.

"Shut up asshole, as punishment you have to carry me back to base." I ordered, but his response was to laugh even harder before growing stern.

"What about the girl and Lancer? How do you plan on finding them?" He stated, and I paled. Zhang Fei wasn't exactly famous for his, no "he's" a she, her medical skills, and I left Ava in a rough patch.

…

"You forgot about me! Are you serious!" Ava interrupted, Haven flinching and holding his arms out.

"Blame the adrenaline in my system! I wasn't really concentrating and healing you was a spur of the moment deal! You have to unde-" " . ?" Ava interrupted, a dangerous look on her face.

"I did save you regardless, so appreciate it and don't soil my view of you by being an ungrateful brat." Haven retorted, and Ava deflated from the insinuation.

"Fiiinnee, just continue with the story."

…

"Uuhhh, um, fuck." "That vulgar word you use every other sentence, 'fuck', fits this situation rather perfectly."

The hairs on the back of my neck rose again as I sensed something with magical energy approach. It several very fast targets, running towards us from every direction. Out of the blue, the most vile howl I'd ever heard in my entire life rang through the air. It sounded like a wolf was choking on blood and had been warped by a broken speaker.

"Look out!" Saber cried as he pushed me to the ground and slashed at a black mass which was sent flying down the street by his attack, a yelp coming from it as it hit the ground.

"Ow…" I groaned. "Sorry." Saber apologized as he pulled me up.

"It's fine." I insisted, before turning towards our attacker. "But what the hell was that?"

"A familiar, most likely summoned by another Servant." Saber reasoned, cupping his eyes as he looked down the dimly lit street. "It looks like a wolf of some sort."

"Did you kill it?" I asked.

The wolf growled in reply as it began standing up. For more reasons than one, I wished it stayed down. It turned around to reveal that it's jaw was severely warped, it's snout jerking our at a strange angle. It was missing one of it's eyes with puss leaking from it's socket. It's other eye socket was filled with several green orbs that may have been eyes once, but looked diseased. A massive slash cut across its stomach, where I could see some of its entrails hanging out. It growled horribly, blood and a green fluid leaking down its jaw as it's hackles raised.

"By the Root, what the hell is that thing!"

"An abomination Master," Saber answered coolly. "An abomination against God."

The wolf howled and launched forward, it's broken teeth bared and it's large tongue hanging out the side of it's mouth. Saber prepared to fight again, standing in front me to provide as a shield. The wolf snarled, it's long tongue reaching up to lick it's deformed eye. Saber bared his teeth and growled, showing his dominance over the beast.

The wolf leaped into the air, it's marred jaw open as Saber brought his blade down, preparing to cut the beast in half.

The air shook, and the wolf was sent flying against a wall as countless arrows ripped into its flesh and pinned it.

Saber instantly changed his focus towards the source of the arrows, his eyes darting around to locate the source as I limped over and took cover behind him again. "Can't catch a break, can we?" I said, trying to joke but I was starting to get pissed and my tone showed it.

A loud whistle called from up the street, and I looked over while Saber kept his guard up. Standing at the end of the road, was the Brunette and the Redhead from the security tape.

"You're fine, Archer is with us." Brunette yelled down the road, and I scoffed.

"And who are you? Sorry sweetheart, but I don't trust so easily. What stops you from stabbing us in the ass later on?" I asked, and Saber sighed.

"Did you seriously just change a modern quote around purely for you to say 'ass'?" Saber asked.

"Was that a rhetorical question?"

"Of course it was!"

"Hey!" Brunette yelled. "We're trying to have a conversation here, so can it and listen up!"

"The Grail is more than likely corrupted, and if it grants a wish it could result in at the very least this city blowing off the map. I doubt that you want that, so we're asking for your assistance." She explained, and I felt my heart leap into my throat. Saber appeared to be taking it well, but I could sense that he was internally panicking.

"Bullshit. I've seen this charade before sweetheart." I said. "You're using the definition of psychological warfare, plant doubt in your opponents head and then strike them at their weakest. It could've worked, if I wasn't me of course. Unless you want his sword up your ass, move along." I threatened, giving Saber mentally orders to prepare for anything.

"We aren't lying." Redhead cut in. "Do you remember the fire that happened at the end of the Fourth War?"

"I was like fifteen when it happened, so to answer your question, barely." I said after a second. I think I was drunk or in bed with a hooker when that happened. Hypnotism was probably the worse thing to teach a teenager the more I think about it.

"That fire was because of the Holy Grail. If this Grail is corrupted then this war will end the same way, with countless deaths of innocent people." Redhead replied, and I afforded a single raised eyebrow.

"…You are positive in that there is a good possibility of the Grail's corruption?" I asked, and Saber balked.

"You can't be taking this seriously Master? You yourself just stated that it was them lying to us!"

"Quiet." I ordered, before looking back up at Brunette.

"Yes, it has a more than likely chance." She answered,

I sighed, before raising my hands and shrugging. "What can you do I guess? If the Grail is a massive bomb waiting to go off, then I can't just let it be used. I like people, so I'll bite and help you." I raised a finger. "But if it turns out you pulled the wool over our eyes, consider your entire life forfeit." I threatened, before hissing as my shin gave a sudden argument with it's circumstances.

"You two wouldn't mind giving me a hand, because to be frank I think my foots about to fall off." I asked, smirking.

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"S-so, you're saying the thing we were trying to kill each other over, could be a weapon capable of leveling the city?!" Ava screeched. Haven sighed, and Lancer bowed their head.

"That doesn't matter now, all that matters is making sure no one gets hurt." Haven stood up and popped his back. "Lancer picked up some clothes from your base, get changed and come out to eat. Shirou, one of our new friends, is apparently one hell of a cook."

Haven walked out the door, leaving Master and Servant alone. Lancer watched him leave, before turning back to Ava, to be shocked at finding her crying. "Master?"

"I-I'm fine, just scared." Ava said quietly, before looking up and at Lancer. "Scared that no matter what we do, we will still lose and that it will be my fault so many people may die. I'm just me, I can barely get you enough mana to stay here, and me fighting! Ha! I can't just kill someone, I don't want to be a murderer!" Ava was panicking now, her breaths coming out fast and her heart was pounding against her ribcage.

Panic took ahold of her, all she could think about was everything she had been told. The fact that she had almost been killed, that the False Grail may be a magical death machine, and that she may have to kill someone. That word rang in her mind, kill. She squeezed her eyes shut and slammed her hands over her ears, trying to blot it out, but it continued repeating. Over and over and over and over and over and over-and then, silence. There was no death, just warmth.

She opened her eyes to find herself in her Servant's embrace. "It is alright Master, you won't have to kill anyone. I promise as your Servant to ensure that not a drop of blood will stain your hands." She said reassuringly as she rubbed circles on Ava's back as she hiccupped and sniffled. A minute later, Ava calmed down, but didn't let go of her Servant, content with being there for just a little longer.

"Thank you Lancer." Ava whispered, and Lancer smiled.

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The stage is dark, until it lights up, revealing large blue curtains. An unknown forces pulls it back, revealing the inside of a dojo. At the top of the stage, a sign hangs with the words "Illiya's and Fujimura's Tiger Dojo!", but the names have been crossed over with a black marker.

Two hooded figures step onto stage, and stand at opposite ends of the dojo, facing you. As one, they pull their hoods back to reveal Bazett Fraga McRemitz and Sakura Matou, both dressed in kimonos. Bazett's is a dark maroon and black with runes along the edges, while Sakura is wearing a dark purple kimono with sakura flowers flowing up and down it beautifully.

Bazett: Hello.

Sakura: Hi Reader-san! Didn't expect us I bet!

Sakura: Anthem-kun isn't feeling well, so we're taking his place to give you the author notes and to respond to your reviews!

Bazett: If you wish, you can be very angry at Mister Night for not updating in over a month.

Bazett pulls out a set of notes out from her kimono.

Bazett: His excuse is that he wasn't sure how he wanted the fight to go, and that even now he wishes he had added more bits featuring the other Masters and Servants.

Sakura: Yep, in all honesty Anthem-kun isn't very good at planning out his stories. He's actually terrible at it!

Bazett: You all have no idea how much bribing he did to get us to be in place of Taiga-san and Illiya-chan.

Sakura: I almost regressed into Dark Sakura from all his pleading!

Sakura begins giggling while Bazett takes a step away from Sakura

Bazett: Anyway, if you have any questions or ideas about the story, do not hold back. We will show Anthem your ideas through his cell wa-through his email! I meant email!

Sakura: You never did tell me where Anthem-kun is, is something the matter Bazett-san?

Bazett: No! Nothing at all Sakura-chan!

One can hear muffled screaming in the background

Sakura: …

Bazett: …

Sakura: …

Bazett: …I can explain.