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Jarc503okami: Yeah, I'm playing around with the canon a lot. For this fic, I'm prioritizing interesting interactions rather than canon compliance. Also don't forget that Sherlock Holmes can only be a ruler, due to his noble phantasm, so that's a second extra class. EMIYA would definitely be an interesting addition, considering his ideals and all. I'll probably put him in eventually. As for the number of servants, that'll remain ambiguous. I'm just going to add as many as I want. I'm thinking of capping it at 14 or 15, but that'll be subject to change. Thank you for reviewing!

Chapter 4: Rat Bastard

Sherlock should consider himself lucky that Detective Tsukauchi was willing to take a bet with him, because if not, the world-class detective would have had to sleep on the streets another night.

"This is only a temporary place to stay until you get on your feet, but if you like it, you can rent it out once you get a more stable income," The detective said as he handed Sherlock the key.

"Thank you kindly, detective. I'll be sure not to let you down," Sherlock replied. Tsukauchi just nodded and walked off.

He seems like a nice enough man, Sherlock concluded. He took his time unpacking what little he had in the small apartment before looking at the bed. It wasn't as big as he was used to, but it was much better than the tattered mattresses of the homeless shelter.

"Well," He heaved a sigh as he flopped onto the bed, "Sweet dreams."

"Greetings!" Tsukauchi almost had a heart attack when he opened his door to reveal Nezu sitting on his couch with a cup of tea.

"Jesus, Nezu. You really need to stop doing that," Tsukauchi placed a hand on his chest and took a deep breath, trying to steady his heart rate.

"Is it wrong to visit an old friend?" Nezu chuckled.

"Just tell me what you want," Tsukauchi sighed.

"I was just wondering how you found that Musutafu Murderer," Nezu nodded to himself. "I was looking into the case during my free time, and I must admit. That one had me stumped."

"It's actually quite funny," Tsukauchi heaved a sigh. "A man walked in with all the evidence we needed to convict him and demanded a job as a detective."

"Interesting," The detective really didn't like the look on Nezu's face. "Who is this man you speak of?"

"His name is Sherlock Holmes," Tsukauchi replied. He didn't miss the surprise on Nezu's face when he spoke. "What, do you know him?"

"I may have heard of him," Nezu's smile returned, causing Tsukauchi to sweatdrop. The last time Nezu smiled like that, half of the Hero Commission was mysteriously fired the next day, with a third of that half disappearing, never to be seen again.

"Say, can I meet this Sherlock Holmes?"

Rusui was not getting attached to the quirkless kid who wandered into her library every day. She did not want to find the numbskulls who would dare bully and belittle such a bright mind, and for the love of god, she did not want to adopt the child.

That being said, it has been five minutes since the bell rang for school to start and Moji had yet to show up. Rusui wouldn't call searching every database and public record on the internet overreacting. She would rather refer to her actions as "expressing concern for one of her students".

"Good morning sen—" Moji didn't have time to react as the worried librarian rushed over to him and placed her hands on his shoulders and eyed him frantically.

"Are you okay?" Rusui asked with a panicked expression on her face. What if someone hurt him? What if he was mugged? What if something happened at home? What if-

"Sensei, I assure you I am okay," Moji had a kind, reassuring smile on his face. "I truly appreciate your concern, though."

"I see…" Rusui heaved a sigh of relief. "You would tell me if someone was hurting you, right? You promise?"

"I promise," Moji nodded.

"Thank god," Rusui let out another sigh of relief.

"So tell me, Sensei. What have you been reading?" Moji asked with a bright smile. Rusui smiled back.

"Here, let me show you," Rusui said as she led Moji deeper into the library. Definitely not attached.

Sherlock sat down in front of his desk and decided to sort through his thoughts. Although his situation was going well, it would start to have some implications in the future. Rusui was getting more and more attached with the child he had been masquerading as. He would have to come clean eventually.

The question was, what to do with the child? He could likely strike up a deal with him, paying him off to continue using his identity, but what will happen when Rusui starts looking into Moji. He looked at the kid's records before he even decided to use his identity. Moji was a foster child, his parents disgusted with a quirkless child. He could probably adopt the child as well. If he's going to continue using his identity, he should do something good for the kid.

The thing is, to go through with his plans, he needed money. It was good that he had a job and a place, but if he wanted to support someone else, then he would need more. Sherlock stood up. There were many ways to get money, and he knew exactly what to do.

Doroobo Ginkoin hated his job. How did a musician like him end up as a banker, the complete antithesis of any creative profession? He hated his job, his clients, and his co-workers. On the bright side, the day was just about over so he could go home and sleep.

"Hey Dorobo! Can you get the trash on the way out?" One of his coworkers called over to him as he logged himself out of the database.

"Fine," Dorobo grabbed the trash bag and tied it up, muttering a few curses at his coworkers as he walked out the side exit.

"Dammit," Dorobo grumbled as he threw the large trash bag into the dumpster.

"Dorobo Ginkion, 38," Dorobo turned when he heard someone say his name. The man was tall and pale, his hair impeccably combed. "Out of all the dead end jobs, you decided to be a banker. Why is that?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Dorobo asked, clenching his fists. "What do you want with me?"

"I know about the drug money you're laundering," The man said blunty. Dorobo froze.

How the hell? Dorobo thought to himself. His record was completely clean. Even if the authorities investigated him, they would likely find nothing. How did this random man know?

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Dorobo denied. Despite his quick response, he wasn't able to keep his voice from shaking.

"I have a proposal," The man said, ignoring Dorobo. He took a badge out of his pocket. "I'm a detective. If you give me the money, I won't include your name when I bust your little group later tonight."

"Really," Dorobo laughed. If he was a detective, he was one of Tsukauchi's men. "I thought Tsukauchi's dogs were all goody two-shoes that wouldn't even think about breaking the law."

"You of all people should know," A small yet off putting smile found itself on the man's face. "Nothing is ever that black and white."

"Hey Homles," As soon as Sherlock entered the building, he heard Tsukauchi call his name. "Someone wants to speak with you."

"Am I in trouble?" Sherlock asked. He hadn't even busted the dealers yet. How could someone know about his dealings?

"No, but a friend was interested in you," Tsukauchi said, looking a little nervous. "Be on your best behavior, though. He can be quite dangerous if he wants to."

"I'll keep that in mind," Sherlock replied, intrigue lighting up in his eyes.

"He's waiting for you in your office," Tsukauchi said. Sherlock nodded in thanks as he went to meet this mystery man.

Sherlock didn't know what to expect, but he didn't expect to see an anthropomorphic animal sitting in his chair, leisurely sipping on a cup of tea.

"Are you the one you wanted to see me?" Sherlock asked.

"Ah, yes!" The animal looked up and smiled at the detective. "Am I a mouse? Am I a bear? Who knows?!"

"It's nice to meet you, Nezu," Sherlock bowed respectfully. "My name is Sherlock Holmes."

"I'm well aware," Although Nezu's smile didn't waver, the air became significantly more tense. "Now, can you tell me what someone from the late 1800s is doing in the modern day?"

"I see," Sherlock Holmes rubbed his chin, looking completely unfazed. "Why do you think I'm the real Sherlock Holmes? I could easily be using it as an alias."

"Not many people know Sherlock Holmes was a real person, you see," Nezu hopped onto the table, his eyes boring into Sherlock's. "I can think of one other person who is aware of the fact, and he is long dead. Now, if some upstart said his name, I wouldn't put much care into it, but you're different. You solved what should have been an unsolvable case with ease. I'm willing to bend my perception of what's possible for just a second to see if this hunch is true."

""Who are you?" Sherlock asked. He didn't sound shocked or confused, though. Just interested.

"Why I'm the principal of UA High," Nezu replied. "Now tell me this, Sherlock Homes. Who are you?"

Sherlock Holmes went back to the information that the grail supplied him. Magi don't exist in this world. The only people aware of the moonlit world in this world are himself and whatever other servants that were summoned with him.

Well, I guess it can't hurt, Sherlock finally decided. Well, it could hurt, but he could use the situation to his advantage.

"Servant: Ruler. Sherlock Holmes at your service," Sherlock smiled, bowing as he officially introduced himself.

"I see," Nezu rubbed his chin as he listened to Sherlock's story. A holy grail that summoned historical figures. "Well, it's good that there isn't one of those Holy Grail Wars going on. That would be quite disastrous."

"I agree," Sherlock nodded grimly. "If you suspect someone to be a servant, feel free to send them my way. As a Ruler class servant, I feel like it is my responsibility to make sure that the other servants are settled in properly and stay out of trouble."

"I'll be sure to do that," Nezu said. "Now, is there anything I can do for you?"

Sherlock smiled. Perfect. "Actually…"

Jack's eyes fluttered open. They found herself in a bedroom in a bed- much larger than them. They looked around, but it seemed like no one was there.

"Mommy?" Jack called out. They remembered the kind woman who scooped them up and told them that she was their mommy. Tjeir mommy.

"Jackie? You're awake?" They heard a voice respond, followed by footsteps. The door opened and Mommy walked in with another woman. Jack tensed up and looked at her with weary eyes.

"Ah, this is Usagiyama Rumi, my wife," Mommy said with a soft smile on her face. "She'll be your mama."

"Nice to meetcha," Mama said casually. Mama looked really strong, but very laid back.

"Nice to meet you, Mama," Jack said back shyly.

"Jackie, can you tell me what you were doing before I found you?" Mommy asked. She had a worried look on her face.

"Well, we were just exploring the alleyways, looking for Mommy," Jack started, looking down as they focused on remembering the events. "They're very different from the ones we know," Jackie explained. "Then these mean men came and started yelling at us. We didn't like it, so we…"

Jack was cut off when Mommy gave them a hug. "It's okay, Jackie. You don't have to continue if you don't want to."

"Thank you Mommy," Jack replied. They weren't sure how Mommy and Mama would respond if they said they murdered the bad men, so they refrained.

"Well, we need to get you some new clothes," Mommy pulled away and smiled at Jack. "Now that you're awake, do you want to go now?"

"Sure!" Jack cheered. She didn't care what they did, as long as they were with Mommy.

Ryuko smiled as she watched Jack walk down the road a few feet in front of her. After a long fight, Ryuko finally got Jackie into some clothes. Little Jackie refused to wear pants or dresses, saying that it was hard to move him, so she got her some shorts and a cute striped shirt. Rumi had to go on patrol, so she left shortly after they bought Jackie's clothes.

"What do you want to do now, Jackie?" Ryuko asked. Despite only knowing her child for less than a day, she was already doting over the child.

"I don't care. I just want to be with Mommy," Jackie replied as she waddled over to Ryuko and grabbed her hand softly. Ryuko's heart melted. The child was just so adorable.

"Do you want ice cream?" Ryuko asked.

"Ice cream?" Jackie tilted her head. "What's that?"

Ryuko's heart broke. How could a child not know what ice cream is? Heresy!

"Let's get ice cream, then," Ryuko tugged Jackie's hand lightly. "I'm sure you'll love it."

"Okay!" Jackie smiled as she followed along. As they passed by a couple buildings, Ryuko felt an immense bloodlust coming from the alleyway. Ryuko looked at Jackie worriedly, only to be surprised that she wasn't affected by the bloodlust.

"Jackie, I need you to do Mommy a favor, okay?" Ryuko looked at Jackie with urgency. "I need you to run back home, okay? If I'm not back by the time you get home, I need you to call Mama, alright?"

"Mommy?" Jackie, bless her soul, tilted her head in an innocent expression.

"Please," Ryuko pleaded. Not waiting for an answer, she turned around to face the bloodlust. Normally, she wouldn't do this, but the bloodlust was so immense and someone could get hurt. Ryuko was a hero, and that's what heroes did.

She ran into the alleyway, searching for the source of the bloodlust. Her instincts then screamed for her to move. She dived out of the way just in time to barely miss someone attempting to stab the back of her head. She tisked as she wiped the blood from the scratch on her face and faced the man who tried to kill her.

"Who are you?!" She demanded, preparing to transform.

"Tatsuma Ryuko, otherwise known as Ryukyu," Ryuko's face blanched as she heard the voice. She recognized that voice. The man turned to face her and Ryuko was frozen in place. No matter how much she tried to move, she couldn't. "You are a fake, and for that, you must die."

Stain walked up to Ryuko, flipping his knife over and raising his arm to stab Ryuko in the neck. Before he could, however, a shrill scream stopped him in his tracks.

"DON'T YOU DARE HURT MOMMY!"

AN: There's that chapter done! I am still taking servant requests! It doesn't matter if their class has already appeared in the fic or not. Please don't be afraid to leave reviews! I really enjoy reading and responding to all of them. Anyways, thank you for reading and I hope you continue to follow this story.

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