Chapter 10

Memories and Madness

Hi there everyone! Tis another late chapter and hopefully just as entertaining as the last one! I am thankful for those who have had the patience to await another chapter, I really am. Tis a pity that this slave's friends have yet to read this story. No matter, in time they will. Now then, let's get this story started- oh hold on a moment! I forgot to say that I MAY type up a one-shot of Zero No Tsukaima sometime. You know, replacing Saito with another anime character and such.

NO, I won't be giving Louise TWO familiars from completely different animes. Besides, there can't be two Gandalfrs at once.

….Or could there? NAH, never mind. Either way, if I do end up posting one, please comment and critic, but no flames. Flamers will taste the awful wrath of… Umm…

Orihime Inoue's cooking! Yes, that's right! Unless you want several servings of those… unorthodox concoctions, do not flame!

Anyhow, enjoy this chapter! Roll the disclaimer!

Vanitas: Hazama-chan does not own the characters of the nasuverse, nor does he own the characters who crossed over from their different worlds of fiction and etc. He does however own an actual working original Dishonored and Dragonball Ultimate Tenkaichi on Xbox 360.

Me: Ahh Dragonball… Where shouting at the top of your lungs makes you stronger. Well, enjoy the chapter! Now then… HHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! SUUUUUUUUUUUUPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRR SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNN!

Vanitas: It won't work, dumbass.

Opening theme song: Reimei – by Maon Kurosaki.

Ending theme song: Hiyoku ~Contract with you~ - by Maon Kurosaki

Kiritsugu had not slept well that night.

Oh sure, he slept well for the first couple of hours. After the threat of Kotomine Kirei and his Assassins has been dealt with, with assistance from the second Lancer, they had returned to the building for a nights rest. Irisviel treated any wounds that Maiya and Kiritsugu had sustained during the encounter and then after checking up on Saber and Hannibal, they all went to sleep. Maiya had gone off to her own bedroom while Saber decided to stay on the lookout for any other attacks with Hannibal for a few hours.

The dead eyed mage killer and the homunculus entered their bedroom with equally exhausted looks. They immediately changed their clothes into their nightwear and crawled under the sheets together. No words were exchanged, no 'goodnight' or anything vocal. There was no need. They simply lay there, facing each other as they embraced and went to sleep. Words were not needed. They just embraced, enjoying the warmth of the love they shared as the steady drumming of their hearts functioned as a lullaby to help them drift into peaceful sleep.

However, one of them would not get such a luxury. Whereas Irisviel slept soundly and dreamt of herself, Kiritsugu and the little bundle of joy name Ilya walked through the snowy forests in Germany, laughing together. It was an impossible dream, but she felt happy to experience it all the same.

Kiritsugu on the other hand had a very odd experience. His dreams were memories, though not of his own. They were the memories of the two Sabers.

He saw Saber, lifting the sword out of the stone, cementing her fate. The scene switches to Saber, having a council with the Knights of the Round Table. Kiritsugu recognized a few. A man with a proud and noble face, sandy hair and armor so pure and white. It had to be Gawain. Then there was a long haired man with a sullen look and dark armor. Lancelot of the lake.

Scene switch, Saber fighting her last battle against Mordred. Cutting him-no-her down and receiving a fatal wound in response. Mordred muttered a final word before her death.

'Father…'

Saber's once beautiful blue dress was now soaked in blood. The blood of her own child. Saber was kneeling down on the hill of corpses, her hands clasped tightly around Excalibur's hilt, almost as if she was praying. Praying for some miracle, something to undo this terrible event. And then a light shone upon her.

Before Kiritsugu could focus on the light, the entire world flickered and faded, switching to a disturbing sight.

A ruined city, with buildings of the same design as Japan's. The city was utterly ravaged, buildings toppled over, streets devoid of people and skies pale and red. There were also strange holes in many of the houses, similar to bite marks. Kiritsugu found that he could walk and move around in this dream, yet as he looked at his hands, they were transparent and pale blue, like a ghost. He wandered around aimlessly, trying to locate Hannibal, as this must be his life (Unless Saber time traveled to the future with that strange light) but he was nowhere to be found.

And then a monstrous roar echoed in the city. Kiritsugu started to run in the supposed direction of the noise, mentally preparing himself for something like an ogre or a dragon.

What he got was an abomination.

There were several monsters, one being a pack of white and bipedal creatures with (apparently) ogre-like features and oddly shaped tails with spikes. The other was what Kiritsugu assumed to be a sort of chimaera. It had a feline face and body, huge paws and a bone-like crown protruding form it's head, several red appendages that resemble scarfs or capes and a long tail. It was a strange parody of a lion, a tiger and tapestry. At least that was how Kiritsugu saw it.

The beast was powerful, swatting away the ogre raptors with its paws and biting down into one of the monstrosities with its fangs. Two of the ogres raised their tails above their heads and launched out the spikes that once resided in them. This however only earned them a fierce snarl from the chimaera as it backed up and roared, creating a field of electricity. Electricity!

Kiritsugu's eyes widen upon the sight. It was obvious, these creatures were the ones who destroyed the earth. They were harbingers of the apocalypse, the devourers of the world. A name drifted into his head and it defined the existence of these creatures. They were the malevolent gods, the monstrous organisms of a very rare cell.

They were the Aragami.

"Target acquired, attack!" A familiar voice shouted. Kiritsugu spun around out of his stupor to come face to face with his own servant. He looked different though, his clothes being completely repaired, a different sword in his hand, yet still baring similarities to the one he used against Lancer, and was missing the armor on his right arm. Instead, there was a small red device similar to a cuff around his wrist.

Alongside him were two other people. One was a tanned young boy with white hair, a blue hoodie with the hood pulled over his head, baggy pants and a large sword, bigger than Hannibal's, that was similar to a saw.

The other person was a woman with black hair cut into a bob cut, a thin and revealing layer of cloth as a shirt that revealed much of her well-endowed cleavage, a long black skirt and had a large cannon in her grasp.

Both of them had the same armband as Hannibal.

"Right, spread out and flank the Vajra, don't worry about the Ogretails, they'll be taken out soon enough!"

"Got it, Leader!"

"Got it."

The woman replied with vigor while the boy replied with little emotion. The two spread out as Hannibal made his way through the middle. And Ogretail had noticed the man approach and attempted to launch a round of spikes from its tail, only for Hannibal to quickly rush towards it and cleave off its feet and slash it multiple times in the head until it died. He then proceeded to analyze the other Ogretails, only to find out that they were all dead, save for one that approached the tanned boy.

Big mistake. The tanned albino swung his saw blade in a circular arc that didn't chop the monster in half but sent it flying away instead. It crashed onto a nearby building and was buried under an avalanche of debris.

Now that the annoying pest were exterminated, the beast known as Vajra trained its eyes upon Hannibal. It charged forward as the God Eater charged as well, a familiar black mouth rising from Hannibal's blade.

Kiritsugu watched as Hannibal and his allies fought the beast with all their might. He wasn't surprised to find that the tanned boy also had the ability to form a monstrous mouth over his blade. After all, Hannibal can't have been the only God Eater. What surprised him was that Hannibal was able to issue orders in the heat of battle and use effective stratagems against the monster feline. This carefree man who acted like an idiot was actually a very effective leader and fighter.

Kiritsugu soon found that the battle was over, the chimaera toppling over with a low roar before dying as Hannibal's monster mouth took a bite out of the monster's body, before shrinking back. A glow emanated from a part of Hannibal's blade, where a yellowish orange gem was.

"Hey, it's a rare one!" Hannibal exclaimed as he eyed the carcass.

"To the victor go the spoils, as they say." The woman says as she approaches Hannibal. Soon they were walking away, with the ethereal Kiritsugu following close behind.

"Hmm, I wonder what kind of rations today?" She asked to no one in particular. Hannibal scratches his chin as they walk. "Hmm, I think that came up in yesterday's food supply meeting…" He pauses for several seconds before snapping his fingers. "Aha, got it! We're having a new type of corn today!"

Kiritsugu's left eyebrow raised itself ever so slightly. 'There's a new type of corn now?'

"What? Not the giant corn on the cob again! But those things are so hard to chew…" The woman wailed childishly as her shoulders slump. Apparently she was sick of having corn. Hannibal grins at her childishness. "Hey, times are hard. You should be glad that you're getting fed at all."

She turns her head to tanned boy with a hopeful expression. "Hey Soma, I'll trade my rations for some other food you have in stock. What do you say?"

The tanned albino simply looks at her with an annoyed expression as he said "No way."

"Hey, come on you guys! You wanna get left behind?" Hannibal calls out as he apparently walked further from them. The woman smiles as she calls back to him. "Wait up Lindow!" The trio walks away from the battlefield as Kiritsugu stands there, wondering.

"His true name… is Lindow?"

"Correct."

Kiritsugu's eyes widen and he turns around sharply, coming face to face with an unknown person. He (Or she, as it was impossible to tell. The clothes that he/she wore were a long sleeved shirt and vest, pants with red boots which reached up the thighs like stockings, a pretty face that could have been a young boy or a young girl, and a thin and lithe body, without any sort of assets to confirm whether this was a very pretty boy or a flat chested girl. Even the voice was androgynous.

"Greetings, Emiya Kiritsugu."

"How do you know my name?" Kiritsugu asked with uncertainty in his voice. The person chuckles/giggles a bit before smiling.

"That would be a rather foolish question to asked, no? For if you are currently dreaming of Lindow's past, surely he would be able to see yours."

"So you're... Lindow?" The magi killer asked warily. Maybe this child was Lindow as a child-no impossible. They both had different eye color. Unless God Eater started wearing colored contact lenses upon adolescence, they can't have been the same person. The androgynous person tilts his/her head slightly before answering.

"Not exactly. We each have a part of each other's souls and are bound to one another. We are partners and teammates. It is I who saw to it that the Aragami which endangered him were cut down and devoured by myself. Though he wielded me with his own strength, I supplied him with his power. My name is Ren, but Lindow calls me by a different name."

Kiritsugu's eyes widen upon realization. If this child devoured Lindow's enemies, then there was only one possible answer.

"…You are his sword. Bloodsurge." The dead eyed man answers, regaining his composure and poker face. Ren smiles again and nods.

"Indeed. I am his sword, given form when he was given a terrible fate that changed him and his allies…"

"A terrible fate? What terrible fate?" Kiritsugu asked, wondering what could possibly have…

Lindow's right arm. The monstrous serrated blade.

Ren sighes as he/she gestures to a building near Kiritsugu. A church.

"In that very church, Lindow Amamiya made a last stand as his allies escaped from a new enemy tey could not defeat. It was a new type of Vajra, a beast known as Prithvi Mata, and that creature had been sealed in church along with Lindow due to a misfire by one of his allies. Lindow ordered them to escape as he battled the creature for hours until it finally died. Then, mere moments after that, another new Vajra, a black beast with a human-like face known as Dyaus Pita, emerged from a hole in the wall and proceeded to attack Lindow. As they fought, Lindow's armband was damaged and he lost control of me. Before Dyaus Pita could eat him, an odd child came and seemed to scare away the hulking beast by staring at it. She then took Lindow away for what I assume was healing. I was retrieved by a search squad days later. Since that day, Lindow has changed…"

The world flickers to a snowy land, an Injured Lindow with longer hair and shredded clothing limps through the snow, carrying the same blade that he uses now in the Grail War. His right arm was covered in the armor he uses now, but it was much larger in mass and was covered in spikes. A white beast similar to a Vajra, which Kiritsugu deduced was Prithvi Mata, was eating an Aragami carcass before it caught sight of him. Lindow charged and killed the beast in one strike. Soon after, he let out a pained and feral roar.

"The armband that God Eaters use is a special device that negates the cells of their blade to infect them. It is filled with a Bias Factor that prevents the God Arc from devouring its wielder. Because the band was damaged by Dyaus Pita, Lindow became infected with oracle cells."

Kiritsugu watches with wide eyes as he sees the world flicker and Hannibal changes, more armor growing on his body, his body growing larger. The scenes continuously flicker and change between Hannibal as he is normally and a monstrosity.

"It corrupted him, and corrupted him, and corrupted him…"

Lindow's form became nothing like it once was, now a hulking beast of draconic form, cursed purple flames foaming from its mouth and hands as it lets out a monstrous roar. The only way to describe it was a dragon from hell.

"And he became the king of the Aragami and the most powerful predator the entire world has ever seen on that day. A beast known as Corrosive Hannibal."

And just like that, the dream ended.

#Empty field in the middle of a forest near mountain road#

*THUNK*

Another arrow misses its target and lodges itself into a tree. The target being an apple that was secured to a branch via wire. It dangled there as the bull's-eye for a certain young alchemist's archery practice (LOL, I have no idea how archery works when you have to practice it so Imma just make up some stuff that feels right!)

"Hmm, try again. This time, feel the bow as if it is part of you. Concentrate and make sure you are using the correct stance. Keep your body steady and your mind clear of distractions." The Mongolian conqueror said to his new student. He and Waver have been training from dawn till midday and the progress was… slow but he was growing. In skill, not height.

Waver took another arrow from its quiver and prepared to shoot it. He kept his body steady, so still that even the wind from a helicopter's blades will take effort to make him sway. His eyes narrow at the target. There is no sound in the area, nothing but the hymn of the slow and small wind, the sound of leafs falling to the ground and the incoming zombie horse.

Wait, what?

Just as Waver was about to let go of his arrow, the pale Rider burst out of the foliage next to the tree which the apple dangled from. Waver let out a startled 'wah!' and accidentally let his arrow go. It zoomed through the air… and hit the apple dead in the center.

"Oh." Was all the young mage could say after seeing his accidental shot hit true. Still, it wasn't counted, at least according to him.

"Oh." Genghis Khan voiced that one word just like Waver. He was just as surprised. "But that doesn't count since it was an accident." Apparently he was thinking like Waver as well. The boy sighs and walks towards the pale Rider with a small scowl on his face.

"Oi, Rider. Did you have to suddenly appear like that? You could have given me a heart attack and my arrow might have hit you instead!" The young magus berates Rider #2 with a loud voice. The servant being lectured simply shrugs before disembarking his horse, carrying a bow filled with several vials of what appeared to water, each vial with a different letter.

"You did tell me to bring these to you as soon as possible, no? So I assumed that it meant I had to, as they say in old movies, 'Run like the wind'. Besides, if the arrow came anywhere close to me, I could have dodged it. I have faced worse projectiles than that.

Waver gains an anger tick on his head before he sighs again and walks to a carpet that he set up earlier. It had three very important items.

One: Lunch

Two: Equipment for archery training

Three: Alchemy equipment

Waver takes out several boxes, a map of Fuyuki's river with letters labeled along the water side and miniature shelves and place holders for each vial that the pale Rider brought. Genghis Khan looks at the boy curiously.

"Master, would that be an alchemy set?"

"Just a simple one, just enough to do this job…" Waver says as he takes a drop of green liquid from one jar and drops it into vial A.

The result was the water turning a shade of red, not unlike blood. Waver let out a small gasp before picking up the vial for a closer look.

"And what would that be? Traces of blood in the river?" The Mongolian Rider asks as he scratches his magnificent beard (LOL, I just had to do that). Waver shakes his head before answering. "It's residue left by spell casting. There are traces of magic in the water."

"And you asked me to get samples of river water because you suspected that a master and their servant is hiding somewhere along the river? Clever boy." The pale Rider praises with his dry voice as Waver continues to drop the green liquid in each vial, until he stops at a certain one that did not change color at all. A vial labeled Q. Waver picks it up and turns to the second Rider.

"Rider, was there anything between points P and Q? Like a pipe or something?" The magus asks to his servant.

"Indeed, there was a large sewage pipe in that area. Large enough for a person to enter while standing. There must be a master there."

Waver nods and packs up his equipment, an astonished Genghis Khan and an impressed Rider.

"Master, I'm starting to think that you can already impress those at the Clock Tower now. You seem to be skilled at alchemy." The pale Rider says as Waver picks up his bow and arrow quiver to practice again.

"Don't be ridiculous, that was just an easy way to do it. There are others who can do much better than that." The boy says as he prepares an arrow to fire.

"You mean they can do this by using more advanced and complicated techniques? Sounds like a waste of time." Genghis Khan says as he begins to eat a sandwich from the lunchboxes they brought from the Mackenzie's house. Genghis Khan picked Waver up there under the guise as his teacher (Which isn't far from the truth really) and came to bring Waver to the training grounds. Miss Mackenzie had given them several lunchboxes filled with sandwiches and other snacks, since they said they will be out all day.

"True…" Waver mumbles as he releases the arrow, which misses the apple but manages to cut out a small chunk. He prepares another arrow. He wasn't exactly concentrating today. He had a peculiar dream last night. One concerning his servants. He saw a large portion of their life. Genghis Khan's was certainly interesting, being betrayed by his own blood brother and leading an army against him. Basically, your ordinary heroic spirit with tons of valor and leadership. The pale Rider on the other hand…

Waver shakes the thoughts of the pale one's past out of his head. It was downright sad and disturbing. He had seen the servant kill thousands of his own kind, slaying his brother with the help of his other three siblings. He saw the pale Rider rush off to a foreign world in pursuit of some way to convince those he worked for to take away the charges that were put upon another of his brothers. He saw the servant battle dozens of corrupted automatons and undead monsters. While it wasn't his full past, it was enough to disturb him. He still remembers the titles he was branded with.

The Kinslayer. The Reaper. The Pale Horseman.

Death.

Waver could not and would not believe that one of his Rider's was in fact Death himself, one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. He could not believe that someone like Death, was summoned by a third rate magus like him. It was mind boggling.

'Although it seems possible… It would explain the feeling of unease that I get at a graveyard whenever I'm around him.'

However, as Waver fired off another arrow which actually missed the arrow but hit the string that connected it to the tree instead, he had one question bugging his head.

'Since when did the Grim Reaper have a six pack?"

#a certain hotel with a certain British mage by the title of El-Mambo#

Kayneth Archibald El-Melloi gets an angry tick on his forehead as he feels somebody mention his title incorrectly. No matter though, he was still annoyed with Kaien. He found out that Kaien had snuck out in the middle of the night to go exploring, which led to interfering with a battle between the Assassins and the Sabers. Kaien was currently kneeling on the ground (As he was demanded to by Kayneth) and was sneaking a glare at Izanagi. It practically said 'You ratted me out didn't you?". The masked Japanese Deity simply gave him a blank stare with his glowing yellow eyes.

"Now then, you mean to say that you prevented the execution of another master, an enemy, by attacking the master of Assassin? Why didn't you wait until he killed Saber's masters you fool!?" Kayneth shouted at his servant, who barely seemed to care.

"Well, they were the masters of Saber so wouldn't they be good allies? I mean, isn't Saber supposed to be a really powerful servant?" Kaien tried to reason. It wasn't working.

"You mean to say that you believe Saber is stronger than you!?" The British mage yelled again. Kaien raised his palms up in defense. "Now now, let's not get crazy! That wasn't what I meant? I just thought that teaming up with the masters of Saber would make it easier to fight the other servants! Especially the Berserkers! Did you see how many craters they left when they practically beat the crap out of Archer?" Kaien said in his defense. He stopped at the site of the first battle during his little 'walk'. Kayneth seemed to prepare to yell again, not yet satisfied, until Izanagi stepped in.

"Master, if I may, he has a point. Both Sabers are immensely powerful and possess great battle prowess. It would be the wiser course of action to forge an alliance with them." The naginata wielder explained. Kayneth kept a glare one before he sighed and rubbed his temples.

"At least the level headed one is in favor. Very well, we shall attempt to build a temporary alliance with them. It would be a good idea to join forces with the Einzbern magi anyway. When should we go?" Kayneth asked to Izanagi. However, it was Kaien who answered.

"Give em a day or two to recover. They just survived a brutal assault and the poor master nearly lost his wife. I think a little R&R is required, don't you think?"

Kayneth paused for thought as he glanced at Sola-Ui. He briefly thought about what would happen if she nearly lost her life to an enemy master. 'It would probably be due to her foolishness. But still…'

Sola's eyes widen a bit when her fiancé's face grows a soft look that she has never seen him do before. The usual scowl on his face was missing, so was the air of arrogance. This face was just… She had no idea what it was. Concerned?

"Very well, you have a point. I shall wait for tomorrow before we attempt to offer an alliance. Until then, you two are dismissed, but do NOT leave the city." Kayneth's face returned to normal as he gave a small glare at Kaien, especially when he emphasized the NOT. The glare had no effect, as Kaien gave a big goofy smile before his clothes immediately changed into his human attire.

"Thanks master, I won't leave the city!" The young Shinigami says with glee before fading away into his spirit form.

"…Then I shall take my leave. Have a good day Master, and you too miss Sola-Ui." Izanagi bids them farewell before transforming into his spirit form and disappearing. Kayneth sighs again and walks to an armchair to sit. Sola-Ui has a confused expression before she dismissed her thoughts.

'I must have been seeing things, there is no way that an arrogant man like him would even show the least bit of concern for me.' She decides mentally as she tells Kayneth that she wishes to head to the shopping district for a while. Without waiting for a reply, she opens the door and leaves, nearly missing the barely audible reply Kayneth gave.

"….Be safe…."

#Tohsaka manor#

Tokiomi was sitting in his study, looking out the window as he drank from his wine. Either he's drinking the non-alcoholic wine or he has very high alcohol tolerance because no matter how many he drinks, he doesn't get drunk (At least as far as I've seen.). He sent Atlas to do another errand in the city, since she is very enthusiastic to go there. Archer is always scouting the grounds to make sure there are no spying enemy familiars.

'Still, I cannot believe that I ended up with such… interesting servants.'

Last night, he dreamt of his servant's past. Both of them.

It started when he saw Atlas facing a man. The man was middle aged, had light blue hair which was very long, noble and futuristic robes and a very unsettling smile. He held a device, a tablet of sorts. It was primarily colored orange, with a red crystal in the middle. The man called it a 'Biometal' and said that if she took it, she would be one of the chosen ones in his game. She took it, wary at first, but soon became intoxicated with the power. The scene switches to her battling these… Robots. That was the only way to describe them. They were machines, each one carrying futuristic cannons in their arms. They were all colored purple, as if it was a military code. Atlas was destroying waves upon waves of the machines. The scene switches again to her standing with a young boy with ocean blue hair and a tattoo of an upside down magenta triangle on his forehead. He looked younger than Atlas, maybe a year or two younger. They were both on an iceberg the size of a small house, garbage and wrecked vehicles littered all over the ocean. He was holding a device similar to Atlas's but with a different shape and blue coloration to it.

'He must be a chosen one as well.' Tokiomi deducted mentally as he saw the interaction. The boy was talking to Atlas with a very big smile on his face, like he was talking with his idol. Atlas kept her usual scowl on, but something was different. There was a hint of… affection in her eyes.

"Hey Atlas, what are you going to do when you win the game of destiny?"

"I have no idea. Why would you want to know anyway?"

"Just curious. Wanna hear about what I'll do?" He asked with big red eyes. Atlas sighed and said 'Go on.'

The boy beamed at her before jumping up onto a slightly large chunk of metal and motioned for Atlas to look at the sea.

"Look at this ocean. Humans have defiled its beauty by polluting it and using it as a dumpster! It's horrible! That's why when I win, I'm going to destroy the surface world so everything will be underwater! I'll be king of the ocean!"

Atlas scoffs a bit with amusement. Her cheeks had a tiny red blush on them, chuckling a bit at his boy turns his head to Atlas with a soft smile. "Hey Atlas, when I become king, wanna be my queen? We can rule the world and live in an underwater castle!"

Atlas turns around sharply and sits on the other side of the iceberg, facing away from him. Her cheeks were tinted bright red.

"I-idiot! You know we're probably gonna have to beat eachother, right? If you win, I won't have a reason to be alive anymore! This game is the only reason why I still fight. Heck, I might end up getting kille-"She gets cut off when a pair of arms wrap around her body and pulls her close from behind. Her cheeks turn into a much brighter shade of red as she tries to struggle from the sudden hug.

"T-Thetis! W-w-what the hell are you doing!?" The chosen one of fire stutters. Normally she can keep her scowl on with other people and just punch them but Thetis was a special case. She never understood why.

"Atlas… If you can't find a reason to live when you lose, can I be the temporary solution? I promise I will do my best to keep you happy." The boy says with a calm voice. Atlas's struggling decreases as her heart beats faster. This was not like her at all. The ghostly Tokiomi watched with an amused expression. He hadn't realized that his grumpy servant had such a soft side.

"…Promise?"Atlas asks quietly with a face colored like an apple. Thetis smiles and nuzzles her neck from behind. "Promise. You won't be alone anymore."

"….Okay, fine." She answered with a barely audible whisper. The blue haired boy immediately took her head in his hands softly and pressed his lips against hers.

Tokiomi watched with a raised eyebrow. 'I never knew that human faces had the capability to turn into that shade of red.'

The lip lock lasted for several minutes (Ten, as Tokiomi noted when he looked at his watch when they were done) and Thetis released Atlas from his show of affection. Her cheeks were bright red, her breath panting and her mind was spinning. Who knew that the kid had such a talent in kissing?

"I-idiot, what was that for!" She yelled with an embarrassed glare. Thanks to him, her heart was pounding hard enough to be heard in her ears. Thetis merely smiled the biggest smile he could give before laughing a bit. "S-sorry, I was just so happy! Happiest moment of my life!"

"But you didn't have to kiss me!" She yelled, her cheeks slowly losing the red color.

"Well at least you took my first kiss! Why? Was that your first too?"

Nope, false alarm. Her cheeks went right back to OOC Atlas. Thetis gave a mischievous grin.

"It was, wasn't it? Then can I give you another one to celebrate?" He asked suggestively. Her cheeks turned redder. Really, she had no idea that Thetis could be this… intimate. She was snapped out of her thoughts when Thetis grabbed her hands and started to dance around with her, spinning a lot.

"Now what are you doing!?" Atlas shouted.

"I can't help it, I'm so freaking happy! Atlas is gonna marry me! Atlas is gonna marry me! Atlas is gonna marry me!" The boy chanted as he danced around, Atlas being dragged along the dance with him.

"S-stupid Thetis, what if Aeolus or Siarnaq find out cuz of your yelling!?"

Nevertheless, he kept on dancing around. Atlas lets a small smile grow on her face at his antics. After a while, she dances along with him, a full smile on her face that she hasn't done for years.

'So Atlas had a loved one… interesting.' Tokiomi muses in his mind before the scene flickers and changes. Now he was on a beach. Unlike the ocean around the iceberg from before, this one was clean, sunlight rolling off the waves. He looked around before spotting three people.

A young girl with bright pink hair and a younger boy with chocolate brown hair were standing over a young blonde boy who was unconscious. The blonde was wearing nothing but worn out trousers. It appears he was washed up from the sea.

Two names immediately popped into Tokiomi's head. The girl was Ouma Mana and the boy was Ouma Shu. Then the blonde boy was…

The pink haired girl kneels down and commits CPR on the blonde, Shu blushing as she did so. The blonde started waking up, coughing as he did. The brown haired child asked him what his name was, earning a small mutter as a response. The blonde might not have remembered.

"Hey, I asked your name. Yo-ur-na-me! He tried to emphasize in case the boy didn't understand.

"Triton."

Surprisingly, it was Mana who answered. Both boys turned to look at her confused. The girl smiles sweetly at the blonde.

"Your name will be Triton since you came from the sea. It's a beautiful name, right?"

The boy stares at her with awe. She was... beautiful.

'So that is Archer…' Tokiomi mentally noted as he looked at the boy. The scene suddenly changes to Triton and Shu cowering away from Mana, a burning Christmas tree behind her. She lets out a cry and suddenly a blinding light erupts from her. Though the two boys did not see it, Tokiomi had a spell that prevented him from being fazed by flashes. He saw what become of the girl.

Her body turned to crystal and then it shattered. Just like that. When the light was gone, the building was in ruins (apparently it was a church) and the rest of the city was absolutely devastated. There's no telling how many people were hurt or killed. No more than a minute later, Triton said he will get stronger to Shu, who was watching the same place Mana once was with horror. After saying goodbye once without waiting for a response, the younger Archer left.

Scene switch to an adult Triton, wearing a black and red uniform with several other people wearing uniforms of the same coloration. They stood amongst the ruins of an old building, burning chunks of metal from what seemed to be robots and several unarmed civilians were nearby. He was facing Shu, although he looked more… scared and confused.

"Come with us, Shu. With us, you will make a difference." Triton said with a smile.

The scene changes again to Triton, Shu and a girl who looked similar to Mana, only she had an expressionless face and wore red robes which were quite revealing. They were running the hallway of a building, dodging bullets from security officials and the like. Triton and the girl had guns with them, retaliating whenever they could.

Scene change, Triton having his void taken out by Shu… wait, what?

'The boy has the same power as Archer?' Tokiomi thought in confusion. Archer (now armed with his void which was shaped like a large gun) and Shu then proceeded to run up the stairs of a large stadium, large eye shaped creature made of crystal's attacking them. The girl who looked like Mana was at the middle part of the stairs, her body restrained by a crystal harness, a wedding dress of sorts on her. Archer Triton fired a shot from his void, the blast hitting the Mana lookalike and causing a long, crystalline sword to protrude from her chest.

"A void that can bring out other people's voids!?" An old man shouted in shock. Shu jumps up to the girl and takes her void, swinging the blade around to destroy the crystal eyes. Triton was running up to a stage where apparently Mana was encased in a crystal cage, her body glowing with a pink aura.

'She's alive?' Tokiomi asked in his mind, confused again. This future world was beginning to give him a headache. However, using the natural intellect he got from decades of learning and from the Tohsaka bloodline, he came up with a possible answer.

'That old man from before. He wished to revive Mana to recreate the disaster from that night in the church. That girl who looks like her must be connected to her biologically, therefore being a possible catalyst to awaken Mana.' The Tohsaka head deduced.

Triton shot more of the eyes down as he ran up the stage, finally reaching Mana.

*SLASH!*

And then he was stabbed by two crystal spikes. His body had several crystals melted over his limbs to restrain him, two large crystal spikes impaling his chest. As his eyesight failed, Triton issued one last command before Tokiomi was pulled out of the dream.

"Shu, run your blade through me to stab Mana."

Tokiomi awoke slowly after that dream. He saw Triton get stabbed. He saw the entire area explode in a bright light. He saw Triton and Mana disintegrate into crystals. That was how Triton died.

So why did Tokiomi feel that there was more to it?

'I did not see Archer using his powers or even the clothes he wears now. His red eye with crystals is also missing. Something happened after his death. I'm sure of it. Still, at least I have a better understanding on where they came from.'

Both Archer's were similar because they came from the future. Or at least versions of it. He would have to question Archer and Atlas later but for now, he should just wait. SO he sat there, drinking wine and sitting in his study.

Boring.

'Hmm, it is tedious to simply sit here every day and drink wine. Maybe I should read some of my old tomes.'

He stands up after finishing the glass and walks out of his study. The tomes he wishes to read are not in this room, but in the basement. As he walks, he notes the lonely feeling of this place.

'It feels very different without Rin and… Sakura, running around and playing together.' He stops walking before shaking the thoughts out of his head. He didn't need to think about that. A magus from such a noble family as his should not have to feel this. He will win.

'I made the right choice. Rin is safe, Sakura is with Kariya, and neither will have to fight each other when they come of age to receive the family crest.' He tried to reason with his bad feeling. It only helped a little.

He walks down the stairs before a sudden chill runs down his spine. He whirls around and sees… Nothing. Dismissing it as a small draft in the manor (However unlikely as that seems) he opens the door to the basement and enters it.

Only to find a suit clad skeleton reading one of his books.

Tokiomi's eyes widen before he prepares to use his jewel magic on the undead being, discovering that he couldn't move an inch, probably because of a binding spell. The skeleton had his left hand lifted and to Tokiomi's shock, it spoke.

"Rest easy magus, I am not here to harm you. I am a servant of the Caster class."

"Caster?" The Tohsaka head asked in surprise. "What would an enemy servant wish from me?" He tried to move but something kept stopping him. Like a barrier of wind, covering his entire body.

"Now now, enemy is such a harsh word. I mean, I could be an enemy if I meant to harm you but do I look that menacing?" The skeleton asked. A second or two passed before the servant shook his head. "Ah, who am I kidding? How can a talking skeleton not look menacing?"

"…How did you get in here without Archer noticing?" Tokiomi asked warily. There was no way this servant could sneak past Archer, even an Assassin would have a hard time. Caster puts the book back on the shelf before taking out another one.

"Ah, yes, the interesting man with long hair. I had quite a good conversation with him. Managed to convince him to let me in to speak with you. After swearing I wouldn't hurt you of course!" The undead servant laughed a bit. Tokiomi was not convinced. Caster sighs before continuing. "…Okay, that and he took out my so called 'Void'. He said if he crushes it, my own soul will get crushed. So backstabbing him will ultimately lead to my demise."

Tokiomi lets out a relieved breath. Now he can relax a bit, but he still mustn't let his guard down. "So why have you come here? Does your master wish to make an alliance?" The Tohsaka head asks. Surprisingly, Caster laughs before shaking his head.

"No no, my master has no idea that I'm here. I came of my own volition. My independence is quite high, you know?" Caster answers. Tokiomi's eyes widen in surprise. 'What on earth would a servant acting without his master want with me?'

As if reading Tokiomi's thoughts, Caster answers. "There is a certain spell book or grimoire that I am currently searching for. Since your family is obviously of noble descent, and the fact that you have a high class barrier outside your estate, I assumed that you would have some idea on where I could find this particular type of book."

The Tohsaka magus raises an eyebrow. "A spell book? What kind of spell book?"

"Something along the lines of hypnotism… Oh don't give me that look, I said I wasn't going to hurt you now didn't I?"

Tokiomi relaxes. He had originally thought that Caster was planning on hypnotizing him. Not that it would be easy, or even work for that matter. Tokiomi had many ways to avoid whatever spell that Caster could use.

Except for the one that was currently keeping him stationary.

Tokiomi ponders for a bit before remembering something. "Actually, I think I may have a few on hypnotism and mind altering spells around here… Kindly unbind me and I will show them to you. They're in my private bookcase. And I have an itch at the back of my neck that I really need to scratch."

Caster complies and releases Tokiomi, who promptly walks to a set of bookshelves while using his left hand to scratch his neck. He opens up one of the bookcases and mutters a few incantations before pulling a certain book. The result was the bookcase opening up to reveal another bookcase inside it. Caster whistles impressed (Wait, how can he whistle when he doesn't have lips?) and walks to the bookcase. Tokiomi runs his finger along the many books before his eyes fall upon two. He pulls them out and hands them to Caster, who reads out the titles.

"Hypnotism, the art of the Mesmer. Hmm, that looks right. And the other one is….. Magnificent Merlin's fantastic mind boggling personality altering spells?" Caster looks at Tokiomi. If he had a face, it would be one of confusion. Tokiomi shrugs.

"Don't ask, the author may be a little odd but it does come with rather…. interesting spells. It even came with instructions easy enough for my daughter to learn. She tried one on the gardener. He used to be a very irritable old man with no sense of respect."

"Now what's he like?"

Tokiomi shudders. "I'd rather not speak about it. If you want to know, search for a newspaper clipping from two years ago, August the third. Now then, I believe that is all?"

"Hmm, yes this should do nicely. Thank you for your cooperation. May your battles be fruitful and not end with the loss of your life." Caster says with an exaggerated bow before walking away.

Tokiomi waits until Caster leaves the room and walks upstairs before falling into a chair. There was a lot of tension on him when talking with Caster. It was like the servant had an aura of intimidation, forcing Tokiomi to tell the truth whether he wanted to or not.

"What kind of servant is he…? The amount of prana I sensed from him was enormous…"

#outside, on the roof#

The Archer codenamed Triton was watching the void with a stern face. When the skeleton known as Caster had approached him, he was prepared for battle. It was shocking that Caster wished to talk with Archer's master, let alone allowing Archer to hold his void in case of a betrayal.

Still, when he imagined Caster's void, he thought of a grimoire or a staff or some other magical item.

He was not expecting a suit of armor. A pitch black suit of armor, the stench of death practically flooding from it.

"Yoohoo! Archer! I'm done! You can give back my soul now!"

Archer looks down to the garden to see Caster holding two books under his left arm. The pale blonde servant releases the void and it turns back into a slithering metallic substance and flows back into Caster's chest- err, ribcage.

"Thanks for your cooperation! See you some other time!" Caster gave a small bow and then walked away, going down the pathway that leads to the road. Archer's eyes widen when he uses his far sight to witness Caster summoning something on the road.

'Is he going to attack?' Triton thought urgently as he prepared to take out one of the voids he has collected. A purple and glowing object materializes in front of Caster, revealing it to be…

A car.

An honest to God Bentley too. And it was in very good condition.

'Wha?' Archer thought as Caster got in and drove off. The servant of the bow releases the tension in his shoulders as he sighs.

'So one of the Casters can summon a car. And he's a skeleton. Not the weirdest servant I've seen.'

Not unless you count the Berserkers. He shudders at the memory of the one-sided beat down the two servants of madness gave him.

He was going to be extra watchful on his guard duty for now.

#downtown Fuyuki#

"You know, I wasn't expecting a face like this when you removed your mask. You look younger than me without the servant get-up!" The Lancer named Kaien Shiba exclaimed as he walks through the streets, a grey haired young man walking alongside him. It was the Lancer Izanagi.

"Thank you, I rather like this face too. Served me well in life." Izanagi said with a small chuckle. Kaien's right eyebrow went up. "Damn, you even sound younger. How old were you when you died?"

Izanagi was about to answer until a very strong and delicious scent caught his attention. He knew that smell anywhere.

Beef steak.

*GURGLE*

"Whoa, somebody's hungry! C'mon, let's grab a bite. Got any places in mind?"

"Follow me."

Izanagi walks quickly with Kaien trailing behind him as they shift through the crowd and make it to a small restaurant. It had several tables and chairs, a door leading to the kitchen at the back of the room. It was completely packed, save for two empty spots. With the speed of starving wolves, the two Lancers took those chairs and opened up the menus. Everything on the menu was either steak or ramen. A young girl came over to their table, a name tag with the writing 'Kaori' on it. She was obviously the waitress. She blushed a bit when she saw the two young men. Truth be told, they were attractive in different ways.

Kaien had a face filled with childish charm and a fresh and active aura. Izanagi had a calm and composed face with goodness in his grey eyes and an aura of mistery. She stammered as she asked what they would like to order.

'I'll have the spicy ramen!"

"I would like the black pepper beef steak."

She nodded as she wrote down their orders. "A-and drinks?"
Both said they didn't need any. The young waitress went to the chefs as Kaien began chatting with Izanagi about their preferred human activities.

"I was always quite fond of fishing at times. I once caught on as big as a car, with my own two hands and a fishing rod I bought from a TV show." Izanagi said. Kaien's eyebrows rose up in disbelief.

"A hollow I'd believe, but a freaking fish? Now that I gotta see!" Kaien began talking about the different types of activities he did with his siblings when he was alive. Izanagi pulled out an old newspaper from the stack at the bottom of the table and began reading it while he listened and responded to Kaien about a few things now and then.

"Excuse me sir." A new voice said. It had a light Irish accent to it. Guess who?

Izanagi and Kaien looked up to see a very heavily dressed man. Overcoat, wide brimmed hat, scarf over mouth, grey and frizzy hair, huge sunglasses, etc. Both became suspicious as they sensed something out of the ordinary from this guy.

"I was wondering if I could borrow a newspaper from that stack. I'm looking for one dating back to two years ago on August third." The man says kindly. Kaien seemed to relax at the man's kind voice but Izanagi new better than to trust him that easily. A nice guy could turn into a psycho anytime. He knew from experience.

"Hey, the one you're reading is August third! Is it from two years ago?" Kaien exclaims when he looks closer at Izanagi's newspaper. The Japanese deity looks at the date and discovers that it was indeed the third of August, two years ago. He gingerly gave the newspaper to the cloaked man, who received it happily before flipping throught the pages, until he found what he was looking for.

He was silent for at least two minutes before giving back the newspaper with a small chuckle and shake of his head.

"Thank you for your time. Have a nice lunch." He said as he walked out of the restaurant and walked away. Izanagi and Kaien took a look at the specific article the man was on.

Going Commando

Elderly man found running along Fuyuki riverside, wearing absolutely nothing at all. The man was estimated to be around 70 years old and was seen by police officers. The man constantly shouted 'The Holy Grail Is Mine!' before being caught by the police. He was sent to jail afterwards, waking up the next day to have no memory of what happened. No traces of drugs or alcohol were found in his body, leading officers to suspect him to be merely senile.

…..

"The hell?" Kaien said as Izanagi closed the newspaper, folded it up and stuck it at the bottom of the stack, shaking his head to get rid of the disturbing image. The article had come with a full color picture of the man running, the editor forgetting to pixelate the privates.

Eww.

#Fuyuki River, near sewage pipe #

'Hmm, this book actually some pretty useful spells. Shouldn't be too hard to learn since I have already learnt the system and methods behind magic in this country. What a strange world I have landed in~' the skeleton Caster mused as he walked away from his Bentley, which was parked on the side of the road, and walked along the riverbank. The river was filthy, oil, garbage, and the results of a human using the toilet were flowing down the river. The clean water was much further up, where no sewage pipes were stationed. However, the clean area was not his destination. He was heading towards a certain large sewage pipe, reeking of rotten flesh. His master and partner of the same servant class were deep inside the pipe.

And they went there without him knowing.

Nope. Not even a note.

'Still, they could have at least picked a better hiding spot. It must be a hellish smell for my master.

…. Oh wait, if he likes corpses and blood, he should be used to the smell of rotten flesh.'

Caster number 1 walks down the sewage pipe, careful not to step on anything that would dirty his shoes any further. He will not use his magic to levitate over the sewage, for various reasons.

One would be because it would be a waste of prana to fly over sewer muck just because he didn't want to get his shoes wet. The other reason was because he was hiding his presence.

Because his master and partner left without warning and have even attempted to mask their aura. They (or technically it was the other Caster since his master could not use magic, due to being a regular human.) deliberately hid themselves away so that Caster could not find them. Meaning they were doing something nefarious.

Something involving the kidnapping and mutilation of children.

'If they thought they could hide from the world's greatest and most charming detective, they thought wrong. When I get my hands on them, I'll...' He trailed off in his mind as he enters a gigantic chamber, pillars everywhere. These pillars were some sort of chamber as well, since they had cages built into them.

Cages which contained children. Some were alive, some were dead and others were halfway there.

Like the one that his master was currently dissecting alive with glee.

"Lalala, cut open the esophagus, slowly till your done~

Rip out his tendons so he can never run~

Look at all the corpses, piling into a giant mass~

Now turn his body over, so I can cut open his little as-oh hey skeleton guy!" Uryu Ryuunosuke stopped mid-song to greet the skeleton Caster. He was apparently unaware or uncaring of the expression the detective was giving him. Not that he could tell anyway, the servant had no face. But if he did, it would be a look of absolute rage.

"Master… What did I tell you..? I said NO MORE KILLING!" The servant shouted at the top of his… er… non-existent lungs.

"Hey, I tried man. But I couldn't resist the temptation of blood! And she said I could!" The orange haired teen argued. The angry undead was not convinced. He didn't doubt that the female Caster would let Uryu kill like this but still. She must be insane as well.

"You tried? You tried!? Was there not a single bit of hesitation in you when you decided to take all of these children from their families!?"

"Nope." Uryu said as he walked towards the child's head, scalpel in hand.

"Was there not a single bit of guilt when you killed them!?"

Uryu makes a mock pose of someone thinking before answering "Nope!"

"….Tell me now, Uryu Ryuunosuke, DID YOU FEEL ANYTHING!?"

To Caster's shock and disgust, Uryu answered by spinning the scalpel in his hand and stabbing the blade end down into the center of the poor child's head, twisting it a bit before pulling it back out.

"Nope!" He laughed out with an insane smile.

Caster had a million thoughts running through his head. The biggest thought was on why Uryu would do this. He had sensed some change of heart when he told Uryu to find another hobby, so where did it all go? Even before then, Uryu was not this psychotic. It was almost as if Uryu went completely insane.

"Madness is amazing isn't it? Just influence a person's soul with a tiny bit and it will slowly consume them. Since he had an impressive amount of madness in the first place, it was even easier to turn him into this." A venomous voice declared. Caster turned his head towards the exit of the room, to find that the female Caster was standing there, her hood pulled over her head. Dozens of the electricity-like snakes were slithering in the air around her, her pupils now resembling that of a snake as she gave a terrifying smile.

"With more training and experiments using these kids, I can turn him into the ultimate Kishin! Isn't that just wonderful?" She crooned as she took a step closer. The skeleton Caster responded by aiming both his hands forward, his palms stretching wide.

"Don't bother, I won't fall for the same trick again. It was quite impressive though, your ability to manipulate air pressure. But I have made small adjustments to my magic so I can cut through thick air and water pressure and set me free from one of those prisons. I'm afraid you've lost your trump card." She said with a victorious smile.

"Whoever said that I could only use air?"

Before the snake Caster could react, the skeleton had slammed his palms together before slowly separating them, a large fireball being generated between them. He separated his hands, the huge fireball splitting into smaller ones, one in each palm. He threw both simultaneously at the female Caster, before waving his arms at the cages once, the metal doors blasting forward and off their hinges.

"Run! And don't turn back! GO!" He yells as he jumps up in the air, narrowly avoiding a huge black and green glowing snake which bit into where he once was. It was bigger than the rest, its body having sharp edges instead of the usual round, bending and zipping through the air in an attempt to eat him. The detective floated in the air with his wind magic and created a wall of air pressure around Uryu, in an attempt to stop him from catching the children again.

"VECTOR ARROW!"

The skeleton snaps his head back to the other Caster and sees a rain of streaming arrow shapes, zooming towards him at high speed. Caster knows that he can't block them since they cut through his air wall, so he prepares to dodge.

"By the power of two of my command seals, I, Uryu Ryuunosuke, order my skeleton Caster to stop moving!" A laughing voice shouts out.

"Urgh!" The detective is binded in place by the unbreakable order, even though he has high independent action. However, two command seals at once could change that easily.

The only sound that could be heard was the sound of breaking bones and the ground being impaled by the magic arrows. The onslaught lasted for at least a minute before the arrows stopped and retracted. The female Caster and Uryu walk over to the crater to view their former ally's corpse. The bones were cracked, clothes shredded and a thigh bone was disconnected. His skull was also cracked but the hat had somehow managed to survive the attack, only getting a few scratches here and there.

"Hahahaha! She already told me what these tattoos are for! Didn't see that coming didja? Hahaha!" Uryu laughs with glee. When he receives no answer, he lets out an irritated grunt and kicks the skull for a response. Insttead, all he got was a hurting foot.

"Owowowo! His skull is hard as rock!" He whined as he rubbed his hurt toes.

"Hmm, so he was thicker in the head than I thought. Oh well, I can't sense anymore prana from him. Let's go, Uryu~" She says as she walks away from the skeleton. Uryu smiles his insane grin with a small blush on his cheeks when she said his name. "Okay, Medusa!" He replies as he follows her to get the kids back. Somehow, they managed to escape amidst the chaos. Not all though, some were hit by the Vector Arrows and were either crippled, dead or became mere splodges on the ground.

*CRACK*

They both snap their heads around to see the skeleton's body gone. All that were left were shattered pieces of what seemed to be stone in the form of the detective's body. Like a shield or second skin.

Which was now empty.

"Wait, he actually turned to stone?" Uryu asked with awe. He thought that since the name Medusa was relevant to the Gorgon who had the ability to petrify (yes, he knows some basic myths) he thought that her arrows had turned him to tone as well. However, Medusa's shocked expression said otherwise.

"How did he do that…? I couldn't even feel his presence." The Gorgon witch says as she prepares another batch of arrows in case of a surprise attack.

"The ultimate defense, earth magic. A last resort really and usually irreversible. But since I'm a servant now, nearly all the limits I had on my magic are now gone. I can use the shield to defend myself anytime and even mask my prana. Now the tables have turned." The skeleton's voice sounded out as if coming from everywhere at once. Or so he thought.

"Vector Arrow." Medusa says as she aims her hand at a pillar and fires off the arrows, impaling it and impaling something on the other side. The detective himself. She retracts the arrows, pulling the Caster thorugh the pillar with them and dropping him in front of her. His body was in very bad condition. Nearly all of his bones excluding his skull were broken.

"Ow… I thought snakes were supposed to be deaf?" He asks jokingly as the two psychopaths stare down at him.

"Well let's just say your ventriloquism act was very bad. Now then, I don't want those kids to get too far, so I will kill you right now. Any last words?" She asks menacingly as she aims more arrows at him.

"Did you know the swallow flies south for winter?"

"…..What?"

An awkward silence filled the room after that. Medusa had a confused expression on her face as she unconsciously lets her arrows falter after hearing such a ridiculous excuse for last dying words. That one moment of hesitation was all Caster needed as he used his magic to push himself away from her and let loose a stream of fire from his limp palms. She blocks the fire with a shield of Vector Arrows, cursing as she realizes how stupid she was to fall for such a trick.

"It's a shame though, I was hoping to save this for later, but since you won't let me out of here anyway, I'll use my real trump card. It's the least I can do to punish you both." Caster announced as he limply floated in the air.

"Your trump card? You mean your Noble Phantasm? But you're completely battered! How can you use it if you're injured?" Medusa laughs as she prepares more Vector Arrows.

"Trust me, be glad that I will let you both live after this. Oh, and I won't be the one doing the punishing. He will." Caster says as darkness seems to stretch out of the walls and slowly creep towards him.

"W-who?" Uryu asks, fear evident in his voice as all the shadows start to dance and flicker.

"Him."

Those were Caster's last words before the shadows impaled him and then flooded his bones, surging all over his body and enveloping him in a blanket of darkness. The shadows change their shape slowly and become a humanoid shape. Then the shape begins to turn sharper and sturdier, until it becomes a pitch black suit of armor resembling a knight's. A huge flurry of mana and darkness starts to surge into the armored Caster's hands as he speaks in a deep and echoing voice.

"Lord Vile."

WHOOOHOOOHOOO! That's one Noble Phantasm revealed, 12 more to go! 12, not 13 since we all know that Arturia's is Excalibur. Meheheh.

Anyhow, sorry for the insanely late chapter, I will be sure to add more effort in the next one! I hope all of you wonderful followers of this story will leav me reviews, cuz that's what keeps me going!

Also, I am planning to release a couple of one-shots for fun. You will see what those one-shots are. They ain't Fate/Zero, I can tell ya that much.

Well then, this is Hazama-chan, who has decide to change his username into something more original soon, blasting off! Aaaaaaaannnd, transition out!