An SI of my own. Read a few and thought, hey, why not? Plus, hey, people who read my stuff, miss me?

This will be a multi-crossover eventually spanning over a few 'books' featuring multiple series and franchises I consider to be my favourites while trying to maintain as much plausibility as possible between them and providing hopefully sufficient explanations as to how things work in the modified universe.

Chapter one: Prepare yourself

If I were to think off the first time that something seemed off in my new existence as a reincarnated child it would be the time I saw a ghost. It seemed startlingly familiar too. Of course, at the time I didn't exactly see the chain hanging out of its chest or the fact that it was the baker that lived in the village, no I was more transfixed on the horrifying fact that he had his neck jutting out at an odd angle with chunks of bone and sinew revealing themselves through the tear in his back.

It turned out Mr Guzevski had been hit by a car that morning by a robbery get away van going at approximately a hundred kilometres an hour. The resulting carnage revealed that a hand of his had ended up in one of the florists flower pots and had to be closed for the day for police inspection as well as clean up.

Unfortunately the perpetrators of the crime were never found but that is neither here nor there since the gruesome act seemed to seal the deal for my parents as they didn't want me to be around such a sketchy neighbourhood anymore with their five year old son. The region was known after all for a lot of murders within the past two years. Said deal my parents were taking was a job offer that my new dad had received from a company in Japan because of his experience in the steel making industry.

Thankfully for us he knew some Japanese so the integration into Japanese society wasn't too big of a hassle. The only problems were us learning to read, write and speak it fluently. Mum was still a doctor, though again, language skills held her back for the better part of a year before she was allowed to continue her job as a general practitioner.

It was around the time I turned six that I met the biggest head turner in my new life, telling me that not all was as it seemed.

I believed, at one point I had seen people jumping across rooftops. Now, that wasn't all that unusual for the small group of parkour practitioners in the region we had landed ourselves in, in Fuyuki city no less, some place meant to be entirely fictional! Rather these people were clearing entire streets. I had tried pointing them out to my parents whenever I saw them but my parents claimed that no one was there. For a short while I became mildly afraid that I was mentally disabled, until well, I figured out that I wasn't and realised that they must be ghosts too just like the dead floating apparition of Mr Guzevski back in Australia. It was a hard first few months.

The third and most damning situation that I found myself in was when I was almost wiped out by truck-kun in this new life of mine while walking home from school by myself. Some parents had of course pointed out that I may be a little too young to walk home by myself at this point but I practically lived just around the corner and across the street, no biggy.

Anyway, back onto topic. Having a large semi-trailer come barging at you with its horn blaring was an enlightening experience, though not in the way that most people would promptly wet their pants or shit themselves, either one really, before being hit by a truck and having their life ended then and there. I of course, was blessed with the power of a dues ex machina, because lets face it, what reincarnate isn't…ok don't answer that, stupid question. My power was to promptly find myself on the other side of the road in a single step. Not very dramatic, but oh so damning.

I think the thing that made me almost shit my pants that day wasn't in fact the truck, but rather a little girl that had seen me do such a thing, mouth wide open and gaping at the sudden physical feat I had just performed. Now, it probably wasn't a very good thing this happened and I almost wished at this point that I had indeed been struck by the truck and been lucky enough to survive with crippling injuries.

Rin Tohsaka ladies and gentlemen. I shit you not. Cute kid though. Thankfully she wasn't at school the next day so that was always a good thing I suppose…

It left me some time to contemplate what I had done exactly to escape the truck that day…green sparks of light flashed and simmered around my feet the moment after the step. Now, what fictional universe contained both green lights used for high speed movement techniques and had ghosts with chains hanging out of their chests…Bleach of course! Now, the only other reconcilable path that I could come up with was that I was currently living in a parallel universe of bleach in which it was crossed over with the Fate/stay franchise…neither good nor comforting I realised. Was it Zelretch's doing? No matter, pondering it here and now would neither get me results nor solve the mystery.

Well, look on the bright side! I have the potential to learn Fullbring! I didn't think for a moment that I was a hybrid of the four races like Japan's resident carrot so I'd have to learn quickly on how I could use Fullbring to my full advantage as quickly as possible since I currently lived in Fuyuki city and well, it's nineteen-ninety-four…wait…Rin has left the school…It's nineteen-ninety-four, and the Holy Grail War takes place in this year. Doesn't Rin leave the school just before the conflict starts?

"Hey Mum! Hey Dad!" I kicked my shoes off at the front door before heading to the kitchen. I was starving.

"Hello Kane!" Mum called out from somewhere in the house, though it sounded like it was coming from the lounge room. "How was school?" she asked the same generic question every day, but that was ok, cuz, no meaning to be weird or something here, but mum was hot, like, she could have been a supermodel if she wanted to instead of a doctor. Dad on the other hand, while well above average, he wasn't quite anywhere near that level. I had once thought Mum was in a relationship with Dad because of all the money he made, though I was pleasantly surprised that that was not the case. It was a nice stable relationship like the one my parents in my previous life had.

"Eh, it was alright…" It was anything but alright, "Almost got hit by a truck on the way home though." I had my hand reaching out for the fruit bowl when mum shrieked and came rushing into the kitchen before turning me in a complete circle multiple times just to check that I wasn't injured.

"Are you ok?" Mum was seriously worried at this point as I was now staring straight into her eyes and could almost see tears beginning to well up in them. She was such a cry-baby, I swear…though I suppose it showed that she really cared for me, so I could live with it I suppose.

"Do I look hurt?" I deadpanned back at her, turning back to the kitchen to eat more food for the nightly swimming training I was currently doing. It would start in around an hour or so, so I really needed to get a quick snack in before I went. Gotta keep up that sugar level after all.

Mum gave me a look that said she wasn't impressed before whacking me on the back of my head lightly and standing up. "You are so like your father."

I merely hummed in agreement at this point as I snacked on the food in the kitchen. I really was, even down to my looks. I suppose you could say I might turn into a slightly more attractive version of my Dad, only with blonde hair and blue eyes. Sure, he had blue eyes and both he and mum were supposedly blonde when they were younger, but I was the only one at the moment! That is all that matters. My superior blonde hair and Arian looks would make Hittler proud…though he was a mass murderer in this universe too so that's not really a good thing I guess.

I shrugged my shoulders non committedly as I threw away an apple core and went to get dressed for afternoon swim training. Stupid development squad meant going seven times a week, though I really wanted to beat everyone else in the next school carnival, so I had to put up with it for now.

I know I was kind of cheating with how I had already learnt in my previous life but that was neither here nor there when I had to regain the strength that my muscled body contained in my previous life. It was going to be a long few years with everything and puberty hanging around the corner.

"So, besides almost being hit by a truck, how was school really?" Mum asked as we were waiting in traffic for the light to turn green. "And don't say, 'it was alright'."

I gave mum a slight glare out of the corner of my eye and she merely smiled wickedly in response, promising only pain if I did as she said not too.

Letting out a sigh I gave her a quick run down, "Had a maths test, got a hundred," That earned a proud smile in turn. "Had a language skills test for grammar and puntuation, got a hundred in that too…" More smiling. Sorry to burst your bubble with the next one then. "Creative writing got a sixty..." I paused to gauge mum's reaction.

While her smile wasn't quite as bright as before she had a look that said, 'Well what can you do' as though giving up. I was a little disappointed with the lacklustre response really. Screaming may have been a little better than that.

Apparently she noticed. "Don't look so disappointed. You can't be good at everything." She chided me in response.

"I know that. Doesn't mean I can't be disappointed." I returned, jerking in my seat suddenly when the traffic light turned green and we began accelerating.

"…Well, no, but creative language skills were never your strong point." She replied being completely reasonable.

"I hate you mother." I sulked, knowing that mum would never take it seriously. "Why exactly can't I be the best that there ever was?" I asked, quoting a very well known yet crappy, at least in my opinion, show. Actually, it didn't exist yet, or at least it doesn't exist in this universe. I'm not exactly sure when Pokémon came out in my original universe, so it may have yet to be, though that remains to be seen. It didn't matter either way though, I wasn't exactly what you would call a fan of the series.

Mum just giggled slightly in response at my antics. "Because that's impossible."

"I'm going to make you eat your own words mum." I said when we finally arrived and stepped out of the car to begin swim training.

"You can certainly try." Mum smiled back before a thoughtful look overcame her face before digging around in the glove box of the car. "Almost forgot your goggles." Mum held them out to me and I took them.

Kayneth Archibald El Melloi was incredibly disappointed with the results of his summoning. Not only did that impudent wretch Waver steal his artefact for the war and force him to summon a new servant before the rest so he could exact his revenge on the unsuspecting boy as he made his pitiable magic circle out of chicken blood…For all that is- Argh. Anything else would have been better. His own piss or semen even. Chickens were neither magical in orgin nor were they capable of growing magic circuits. As such any substance that could come from said creature was neither mana enriched nor conducive to magical arts. Surely the boy knew this!...Unless…

No…That did not matter now. Waver is dead, the artefact though unfortunately destroyed when he became a little overzealous in his killing of Waver with Volumen Hydrargyrum even as lancer watched on. Originally, he had intended for the esteemed knight Diarmuid Ua Duibhne to take on Alexander the great while he went and killed the boy, though fortunately the boy was only in the process of summoning his servant and could still be stopped…though that presented him with an unprecedented problem.

Kayneth inhaled the scent of the rich red wine he was swirling in his glass before exhaling to try and help calm himself.

The problem being, that Kayneth had failed to take into account what exactly happened if a viable master was killed before he could summon his servant into the war. Of course at the time he hadn't thought of it much, thinking that the unsummoned spirit would instantly be transported to the lesser grail for containment until the time of victory where he would make his wish and reach the root…yes, unlike all of those sad deviants who wanted true magics and to revive the dead, Kayneth stayed true to the fundamental basis for all magi. To seek the origin of all things.

Instead of the intended servant being transferred into the lesser grail for holding the greater grail refused to let go of its satanic grip on the mass of energy that would power the ritual of the holy grail war.

Kayneth sighed once more. No matter. He would simply find the undeserving whelp that would come across the new servant and kill him as well.

Kayneth finally took a sip of the wine in his glass, noting the slight tang of passionfruit that accompanied it and let out a sound of appreciation for the fine wine, allowing the high alcohol content to dull his mind slightly on this second night of the grail war. His mind didn't have time to wander in the past, nor time to waste on dulled minds…this was an exception however, the only one he'd make during the war, if simply to calm his nerves before things became too chaotic.

After all, with assassin dead and that powerhouse for an Archer class servant, no one but his own servant would stand a chance against the menace. It was certainly powerful, he'd give the golden servant that. But the master of said servant was no Kayneth. It was undeniable then that the master would make a fatal error somewhere along the line and be killed by him or another seemingly competent master.

Training had finished some time ago and I was now back at home at the dinner table eating dinner with my parents. It was oddly quite and a few odd things had happened, well not really odd, but odd nonetheless. Mum normally has half a glass of wine on work days because I'd imagine it's stressful, though she was pretty adamant about not having any anymore.

"Soooo," Mum had a huge grin on her face…

"Your pregnant." I blurted out without thinking. Apparently I'd hit the nail on the head as a look of shock overcame mum before dad realised what was happening who then almost choked on his wine in the process of trying to swallow it.

"How could you tell?" Mum had the nerve to ask as I merely narrowed my eyes in turn.

"I could hear you and dad going at it pretty much every night you did it." I stated, which drew a slightly horrified look from mum while dad merely smiled in turn.

"Why are you listening?" He smiled.

Oh dear god no.

"You want us to be louder?" his grin grew the question coming out as more of a statement than an actual question. "Ok."

"No!" I shouted back horrified. I didn't want to hear my parents love making in the room over any more than I had to. My shout nearly masked the knock on the front door. "What the?" Who the hell would be knocking on house doors at this time in the night. It's like, seven.

Dad merely voiced my thoughts. "Who the hell could it be at this time of the night?" He grumbled slightly as he got up and moved to answer the front door.

It wasn't like we were expecting anyone either which is what made it so odd. We have on occasion had a neighbour ask if they'd seen someone stealing some of their property since theft was a slight problem around here, though if everything was behind locked doors it wasn't really a problem.

"Surprise bitch!" A loud crash followed the voice of a Japanese male yelling into the house.

"Brendan!" Mum unfortunately quickly followed the noise into the hallway and screamed shortly after before I could hear something sharp rending flesh. It didn't sound pleasant and I can firmly say that I almost fainted when I saw the man who had effectively killed my parents wandering around the corner with my mother gurgling blood in his grip as he pulled her by her hair into the dining room.

"Scream and I'll gut you too." Uryuu Ryunosuke said pointing his knife at me.

What was even worse was the fact that he held a book in his front right pocket that looked to have some runic inscriptions on it of some kind. This was it. I was going to be sacrificed to some crazed mage that would be summoned from the throne of Heros…well, I'm not sure Gilles de Rais qualifies as an anti-hero either given his actions in the war that I saw, from the time I was on the other end of the screen at least…That doesn't matter right now!

What does matter is that the psycho Uryuu is getting closer while dragging my mother's corpse. It was a wonder really how our neighbours hadn't heard the scream. I was shaking, too afraid to do much of anything, though I was planning to run the moment Uryuu wasn't looking my way.

Uryuu seemed to have read my body language however and promptly dropped mum's corpse face first onto the floor with a sickening crunch before leaping across the table, scattering the dinner plates and utensils before grabbing a fistful of my shirt and thrusting the kitchen knife he held up to my neck. "Don't think I didn't see that!"

Tears were already gathering in my eyes, the recent events catching up to me. My parents had been killed! Sure, they weren't the first set of parents I'd ever had but I'd learned to love them all the same, and now, there was mum, behind this crazed psychopath lying dead on the floor.

"Ooooh, poor boy." Uryuu sounded strangely sympathetic as he pulled himself closer and sat next to me. "It's alright." He dragged one of his palms lovingly against my cheek. "It'll all be over soon." He continued while he pulled up the rope he had with him and began wrapping it around my torso. I couldn't move beforehand out of pure fear, and I couldn't move now because of the thick rope that was binding me to the chair. I began struggling far too late for it to matter.

"You'll be sacrificed to a demon soon." He almost cooed and only made me struggle far harder than before. "Now, to keep you from screaming like a bad little boy," He pulled a shredded piece of cloth from my mums shirt and wrapped it around my head and over my mouth as tightly as he could, to the point at which it felt painful. I was screaming at this point but it was far too late. I'd gathered my bearings far too late. If I was going to make it out of this place alive I'd need to make some improvised moves.

I looked around, watching as Uryuu looked satisfied with his work before pulling a beer out of the fridge and using mums teeth to open it. I had to fight my flinch as I heard teeth being wrenched from their spot in her jaw before he held it up to his lips, took a quick swig before sighing and wandering out into the hall to drag my dads body into the dining room.

…No! Think!

What happened in the original anime?

He…he…uh, he summoned Gilles de Rais and offered the kid to Caster as sacrifice! Not good…moving on. Caster releases said child much to Uryuu's disgruntlement and ushering the boy to run out into the hallway where he sees the front door before he's torn to shreds by some creature that should come from the Cthulhu mythos…Also not good.

"Ahh!" Uyruu sighs as he finishes the last of the beer and chucks it out the open back window to the house causing it to easily fly a full street over and smash on the road as we are on the third story of the building we live in. "Your dad has good taste in beer kid!" he said while pulling my dad further into the room before slitting his jugular as well as my mothers and allowing the blood to start pouring out of their bodies even faster than before.

While he waits for this to happen he turns the TV on in the living room and flicks over to the news channel before coming back. Something to have on in the background I suppose as he cranks up the volume while in there.

I quickly look to the hallway again and note that we do indeed live on the end of the apartment complex and there is a window with no protective screen in place that is completely open to let the cool night air in. Too high for me to accidentally fall through, but low enough for me to jump out of and hope I survive the fall. I have Fullbring power right? Hopefully I might be able to use that to my advantage…who am I kidding, at my skill level of beginner I'm more likely to break something when I hit the ground. Still better than being eaten alive though.

"Watcha lookin' at kiddo?" Uryuu's face us uncomfortably close to mine as he presses his bloodied cheek to mine and looks straight down the hallway. "You wanna leave huh?" he asks while pulling back. "Don't worry, it'll all be over soon and we can experience the brightest colours as a demon eats you alive! Isn't it exciting!"

No, no it is not…please let me go now.

I look pleadingly into Uryuu's eyes despite knowing that it won't happen.

"Now!" Uryuu states dramatically flaring his arms out wide, "Tonight we summon a demon! Oh what fun we'll have!" He giggles slightly to himself while hunched over.

Next he pulls the book he held in his pocket out and flips to a page with the appropriate diagram for him to sketch on the floor with the available blood.

Kicking his shoes off he dipped his toes in the fresh red liquid and began to paint the markings on the floor.

"…A five pointed star? No, six." Uryuu mumbles to himself as he sketched a star on the floor followed by concentric circles lining the points. He went on for at least another thirty minutes as my nerves began to calm considerably despite the imminent danger I was in. In that time, the last fifteen or so odd minutes I tried summoning to the forefront of my mind that iridescent green light that would save me from a fall to my death out the window. I refused to be eaten by a tentacle monster with a blender for teeth.

It took a while from then but once Uryuu was done he scratched his head a little, looking unsure at the drawing he'd painted on the floor. "I hope this is the right one this time…" he mumbled to himself, "I'll have to kill another family if it isn't…that just takes too long. Fun, but time consuming."

Wait, what? All of those extra earlier killings in the anime weren't for show? He just went through the pages at each house and painted a new formal craft circles every time he failed by killing a new family?

It was an odd feeling at that point, wishing for something you hoped wouldn't happen to happen. Well, at least I'd have the chance to escape through the window and brave the forces of gravity rather than that of a crazed mage.

"Fill, fill, fill 'er up, fill-…" Uryuu paused looking at his fingers as though trying to remember how to count to ten. It was a little funny if I thought about it that way, though, I needed to keep the struggling up if Uryuu wasn't to get bored. "Eh, was it four or five times?"

I almost deadpanned at that. How could you screw it up! Your basically reading instructions from a booklet!

It didn't matter in the end though, Gilles de Rais would be summoned and I'd have to jump out a window while trying to forget about the fact that my dead parents were on the floor in front of me…I'd murder the fucker for killing my parents, no need to wait for Kiritsugu.

"Um, destroy each when filled…tch!" Uryuu was quickly growing frustrated with his results though I knew he was on the right track. While I may not fully remember the summoning pact, I did recognise those few lines. "Fill, fill, fill, fill, fill." He counted them off on his fingers this time before a grin grew on his face. "Aha, it is five!" he applauded himself with a striking grin, striking a slight pose meanwhile. "Okay!"

"Meanwhile we bring you breaking news. Another victim has been found recently and seems to have been killed in the same fashion as the previous victims, with a pentagram drawn in blood." The news lady decided to bring this to the forefront at this specific point in time.

Well, thanks. I already know about him. He's right fucking here. I screamed into the cloth again and Uryuu seemed to take notice of me once more.

"Do you believe in demons kid?" He looked me dead in the eyes as he did so, going almost unnaturally quite before breaking into a huge grin once more. "These news people are labelling me as a demon yet that would be kind of rude to demons if they did exist eh, wouldn't it?" He was unnaturally close at this point, I could feel his breath on my cheeks as mania struck once more and laughter chorused throughout the apartment.

"Hi there! I'm Uryuu Ryunosuke, your demon!" He lunged right up close and I jumped a little. I was never good with jump scares. "At least," he paused putting a finger to his chin, "I think that's how I should introduce myself if I were a demon."

"I found this little thing here." He waved the book in front of me as if I hadn't just seen him reading from it for the last half hour trying to paint with my parents blood. "It apparently let my ancestors summon demons or something so I thought to myself, hey! Why not try the thing?" He trailed off after his question, looking at the TV as the news report about the murders was still under way.

"Weeeell, it hasn't worked out so well yet, so I'm kind of hoping that it will this time. There's only so many times I can try this thing before I get bored of it and just keep killing people for fun." He inhaled deeply doing his best to calm himself. "If it does summon a demon, I'm gonna feed you to him, kay?"

He stepped back then, dropping the book on the floor in the process. It would only be a matter of moments now until the servant was summoned and I'd either make it to freedom or be torn apart by monsters.

"Ow." Uryuu hissed lightly as a glow was emitted from the back of his hand and the circle he drew on the ground lit up in a brilliant light summoning forth a shadow of mist that slowly congealed into a shape with human forms and characteristics but ultimately could not be called human with how hideous his face was with his bulbous bug like eyes spaced so far apart you could probably place two regular sets of eyes in between them.

"Waaah!" Uryuu exclaimed with a hint of excitement. It was really working!

"I ask you," the man wearing purple robes began, "You who calls me, you who seeks me."

Meanwhile I could only wonder why the hell so many characters were over dramatic for absolutely no reason what so ever. He is insane I suppose...

"Summoner who manifests me under the class of caster." Eyes opened and raised to the crazy man that wanted to sacrifice me to the equally insane yet infinitely more powerful version of himself. "I ask your name…Yes…who are you?"

"Uh…" Uryuu was stumped. He was talking to a real demon! Well, he was dressed to impress…figuratively speaking of course. "I'm Uryuu Ryunosuke. I'm unemployed and like killing people pretty much…especially young kids and women." Voracious eyes glazed over my mother's dead body as he licked his lips, eyes straying to mine for the briefest of moments.

"The pact is done." Gilles said as he nodded to Uryuu, and just like that they were master and servant. "Pray tell, what your wish for the Holy Grail is master?"

"Grail?" Uryuu scratched his head, turning it to the side trying to figure out what exactly this man was speaking of. He had nothing. "I don't know what you're talking about but I got this kid here." He pointed a casual thumb over towards me as I instantly froze when the bug eyed mans eyes lay onto me. "Wanna eat him or something?"

Gilles appeared almost stunned for a moment, though his features were so quickly schooled that it was hard to tell if they even existed in the briefest moment of their existence, though among the expression existed the emotion of delight. Something that unnerved me greatly.

Gilles merely pulled out a small book, his spell book, in response and opened to a selected page before uttering a few words. Words that would have me killed, though I knew better than to trust the man.

"Whoa! Is that human skin?" Uryuu asked, pointing at the book with an unparalleled level of curiosity, before his finger was batted to the side by Caster and promptly shot down. "Heeey." Uryuu whined, but wisely chose to shut up when caster began walking towards me.

The E-rank strength showed itself when he pushed a chair out of the way and it almost went flying across the room and crashed into the lounge, landing in a mighty heap snapped timber.

All I could mutter in my mind was 'oh fuck, oh fuck' over and over again as the man approached. My fear for the man seemed to make the stretch of time go on forever and before I knew it my hands were free and I was being stood up in front of the kindest smile the deranged man could muster.

"Are you alright?" The man smiled welcomingly. I had to give it at least a six out of ten. It would definitely fool most children and possibly some less intelligent adults.

I merely nodded in response as to quickly leave the situation and not give up my knowledge of the situation at hand.

"You see that hallway there?" Gilles pointed out to where the front entrance would be. Around the corner of the hall, directly past the window I planned to jump out of. "All you have to do is leave and not come back and everything will be fine alright?"

I decided to play the part of hopeful child and impishly nodded my head with an air of rearing confidence, as though to say, 'I will make it through this.' Of course I knew better though, having been a somewhat avid fan of the series, though I'd only really taken to knowing the original Fate/stay night and Fate/zero and some minor offshoots like Tsukihime or Carnival Phantasm…Of course this normally wouldn't be enough information to make it past a serious follower in terms of knowledge but passable nonetheless. I had in fact however read about a number of differing hero's from the franchise's spin offs so if any other servants were summoned than the original seven I may know their identity at a glance, though I seriously hoped this is where my involvement would end after I escape.

Gilles de Rais nudged me gently towards the hallway and I stepped forwards precariously before sprinting forwards only catching a few words from Uryuu as I was too busy mustering my confidence in the fraction of a second I had left before I would leap out the window and pray to whatever diety may exist that the little sparks I had mustered consciously in my time on the chair would be enough to save me. Though, if I was especially lucky they would carry me to the next roof over and I'd be able to make my way down the apartment complex through the staircase.

It would appear Caster noted my sudden change in course at the last possible second as when I leapt out the window I could see the mass of writhing blue and purple flesh spring to the end of the hallway and leap forwards to try and catch me by the ankle.

It was too late however as I passed clean of the window sill and began my free-fall decent a moment later, luminous green sparks lighting my path as I fell. I could hear behind me, the shattering of glass as the creature impacted the window. I didn't hear it follow however as both Caster and Uryuu would no doubt be confused by my line of action, an action done by a little boy in the modern age where magecraft wasn't nearly as common knowledge as it was a few hundred years ago and even less so a thousand. I was sure to perish form their perspectives.

Fortunately for me, that wasn't the case as the green sparks I'd summoned suddenly coalesced into something more powerful…no that wouldn't be right. They became directed towards the direction of my fall and I could feel the buffer of wind intensify for the briefest of moments before I struck the ground and collapsed in a heap, landing squarely on my front with my hands in front of my face to protect it.

…I could hardly believe it. I survived…I survived!

I leapt to my feet and began running, ignoring the aching pain in my joints and bones from the fall, willing the same luminescence that graced me before hand to propel me even faster forwards. I even had a mishap at the start where I stumbled and nearly tripped over as the sudden propulsion was so high it was completely unexpected.

"Oh dear…" I heard Caster say through the window even as I ran.

The creatures that caster could summon seemingly multiplied out of thin air even as I ran as hard as I could, pushing this new ability of mine to the limit. I was sure at this point I had surpassed Human limits in terms of raw speed as the scenery seemed to blur, though it still wasn't enough as the creatures were gaining ground.

I channelled the cold warmth that I could feel digging through my veins at this point into my legs as hard as I could, even as the feeling felt like driving icy shards into my muscles.

I came quickly to a corner and tried to turn only to fall to the ground and tumble head over heels into a wall. I suspect the mystical energy that was allowing me to move so fast had saved me from becoming a splatter on the wall or rupturing my head on impact. It didn't save me from death however as those creatures were fast approaching down the alleyway I was in.

Once more however, blood congealed before me, my blood, in the shape of a formal craft circle, much like the one that had been drawn by Uryuu himself, only this time it was far cleaner and more precise…While I had hoped to avoid being included in this little farce of a competition anymore, gaining a servant was far more preferable to dying right this instant, so when I saw it I was filled with a mixture of both relief and dread.

A sudden wind picked up as the magic circle spun into being and a glitter of mana permeated the lower half of the being that would be summoned. Ether, a substance from which servants are almost entirely constructed, both elusive and considered useless to most at the same time, such a substance was meant to carry a copy of the soul that once lay within the living hero that is to be summoned.

The mana of the grail and master would hold the construct together for long enough to allow combat to start and finish in the war, approximately a month at the absolute outside before a secondary set of servants would be summoned by the grail to finish the job, leaving the last man standing as the wish maker.

…No, no way.

I stared at the woman that had been summoned. By far one of the most attractive, in my opinion at least, servants that had been presented in any of the Grail wars that I knew about and was supposed to be Sakura Matou's own servant in the fifth war…Rider, or, as her real name is, Medusa. Long flowing purple hair that reached her ankles and a blood red blindfold that covered her mystic eyes of Cybele.

Her tight purple dress hugged her form, accentuating her curves greatly as matte fuchsia coloured shin guards adorned her legs and metal bracelets the size of giant ancient shackles were on her upper and lower arms holding black fabric in place as they did on her thighs as well. The cloth was no doubt stronger than ordinary cloth, though against other Hero's it may as well be paper mache. That didn't matter however as she was my servant, that I was sure of. She would save me form the approaching death.

She seemed to snap to attention almost instantaneously as the creatures approached, making be forget about the sudden sharp pain that appeared on the back of my hand as the wave of creatures approached.

Rider cast a glance back at me as I sat up right, the command seals on the back of my hand pulsing sporadically, telling me of the danger of the other master servant duo that was on approach…or rather the minions that were approaching, I was unsure of the location of the current master servant duo, though it was unlikely that Uryuu would let me go so easily.

Rider seemed to hedge her bets for a moment, less than a fraction of a second before she sprung into action, tightly coiled muscles propelling her forwards at speeds many times greater than what I had managed to achieve previously.

Her signature weapon of a giant metal stake in each hand was brought to the fore as she threw both through the hoard of monsters before grabbing the chains and wrenching back on them causing the spiked handles to rip through the enemy in a single move. Great crowd control weapon I had to say. The way she moved was absolutely mesmerising as I doubt even Olympic gymnasts would be able to match her range of motion or flexibility easily.

Once the monsters were dealt with and I was climbing to my feet, Rider approached.

"I ask of you," Rider looked down at me, devoid of emotion. "are you my master?"

I wasn't supposed to know what that was…or maybe I could get away with it since I'd seen Uryuu go through a similar thing only ten minutes ago.

"I-I," it was getting hard to think, thankfully now rather than earlier. Blood was pouring out of my wounds causing me to become rather light headed. "I think so." I muttered the last part even as I glanced down at the command seals in the form of angel wings with a single straight pointed body separating the two down the middle.

The last thing I remembered was Rider catching me in her arms as I finally collapsed, holding me up before taking across the rooftops to a safer location.

Word count: 6995

A quick note: All of my previous stories are somewhat lacking and will be abandoned. I will leave them up however as I actually found some remakes of some of them like 'Fullbringer'. Turns out I already have something like 50k in that in terms of words. I'd completely forgotten about it honestly, and I reaaaly like it after reading it through, so I'll continue that one, but the rest are toast. Shitty plot, shitty development, not to mention 'Fullbringer 2.0' is now a blend of 'Fullbringer' and 'Encroaching flames' in terms of eventual plot so why bother with that one. I'll post the first few chapters of that soon and see how you all like it once I check for mistakes.

Onwards!

Servant stats:

Class: Rider

Name: Medusa

Status: Alive

Master: Kane ()

Status: Unsure

Strength: C (Do you even lift bro)

Endurance: D (Please don't hit me, I might explode!)

Agility: B (Kinda fast...Meh)

Mana: B (Not a portable battery but alright)

Luck: E (Influenced by Masters shitty Luck stat)

N.P: A+ (Powah!)

Class Skills:

Magic resistance: B (Does ok against mages, especially slow ones)

Riding: A (Can ride anything including Divine and Mythical creatures, excluding dragons)

Personal Skills:

Divinity: E- (Was once a revered Goddess created by the imagination of man. Cursed by Athena)

Independent action: C (Can go off by herself and not get lost, temporary immunity to losing a master. Can last a day without a master)

Monstrous strength: B (Can temporarily Rank up Strength stat at the cost of slowly turning into her monstrous form over time. Turning off the skill reverts the user to their previous state. Leaving it on however beyond a certain time limit may see some permanent changes be they physical, magical, or mental.)

Mystic eyes of Cybele: A+ (Possessing Rank C or lower in mana will lead to immediate petrification of the target. B Rank and above will experience a Rank down in all stats until the gaze is broken. Affects both clothing and weaponry as well)

Noble Phantasms:

Breaker Gorgon: Ensnare the senses of those affected and disable all abilities. Must be in physical contact with target and target must be unaware of your presence.

Rank: C Anti-Personnel

Blood Fort Andromeda: Lay markings within a designated area and suck the mana dry from all within the boundary. Can be resisted by those with Magic ability higher than C-rank

Rank: B Anti-Army

Bellerophon: A harness that is capable of controlling all mythical and Divine creatures it is attached to with the exception of Dragons. Medusa personally has it mounted on the Pegasus she received as a gift from Poseidon before she was cursed by Athena.

Rank: A+ Anti-Army