(A/N: Yes! This is another new story. A Bleach/Fate stay night crossover. I should confess that I just watched Fate stay night, Unlimited Blade Works, Heaven's Feel, and Fate Zero just recently. I don't know about Fate lore, nor am I interested to watch and/or read anything else in the Fate franchise. Although, I do want to play the original visual novel. To be blunt, I'm writing this crossover fanfic because there's no Fate/Bleach crossover with Orihime as the main character with her own Servant.

By the way, this is a story where Orihime replaces Rin as Archer's Master (who- by the way- is the best Fate husbando ever!). Why? Because I feel like it. Why wouldn't I pair my favorite Bleach character with my favorite Fate character? Of course, Rin is still in this story, participating in the Grail War. She would just have a different Severant from Archer.

That being said- since I'm such an amateur when it comes to Fate- I'm going to need all the help I can get. With all the myths and lores, Fate characters and their skill sets and power levels, yeah… I'm gonna need A LOT of help. The most I knew about Fate before ever experiencing it were the memes. I mean, who could forget the infamous "people die when they are killed" meme. So, if any Fate characters or the system in general turns out to be…bad in some cases, please feel free to tell me. Just don't be hostile or overbearing about it. This is merely from what I have seen from Fate/stay night and Fate/Zero- not the overall Nasuverse.

As for why I'm writing this at the end of the day? Because… I JUST WANT TO SEE A STORY WITH EMIYA AS ORIHIME'S SERVANT, OKAY?!

With that said, on with the story.

I don't own Bleach or Fate.)

Welcome to the World of Fate, Orihime

The sound of an alarm clock blared to life in an obnoxiously loud way. A dainty, pale hand reached out, and turned it off, effectively silencing it. A head of auburn hair peaked out from under the covers of a light blue blanket. A young woman with a petite, busty figure emerged from the covers.

Ah… It's morning already," the woman yawned, stretching out her arms. She steadily climbed out of bed, her light blue nightgown falling freely below her, reaching her ankles.

Her gray orbs gazed over to the window to see the sun peeking over the horizon. Her sights turned towards her clock to see that it read '9:00'. She has work at 10:30. Good. She has about an hour and half to get ready for work.

She grabbed her work uniform out of her closet. It consisted of a white and blue dress. It had a medium-length, blue, pleated skirt with white frills at the bottom. It has a button up white top with an exposed neckline. The blue sleeves were short and somewhat puffy with a white trim. It came with a blue choker with white lace around it, and white, ruffled wrist cuffs. She set the outfit on her bed, and proceeded to head out her bedroom.

After brushing her teeth and a quick shower, she headed down the hall and into the living room. She rounded the counter that separated the living room from the kitchen. She heard the scuffing of soft, padded feet. She curiously gazed behind her to catch the sight of a light brown and white furred dog racing to greet her.

She smiled softly, and bent down on her knees to be at eye level with the dog. "Good morning, Blueberry." The dog eagerly licked her face in response, happily wagging its- no- her tail. She had a pink dog collar dangling around her neck.

"Heh heh~. Stop it, Blueberry! That tickles~!"

She gently patted the dog on the head. Blueberry was a border collie she found injured and abandoned on the streets one day. She couldn't simply leave her out there- all alone in the streets. So she ended up taking her back to her two bedroom, one bathroom apartment, and treating her injuries. It's been almost a year- ten months to be exact since the dog lived with her.

At first, the dog didn't really take a liking to her. She growled at her whenever she was in the same vicinity as her, and tried attacking her whenever she got too close. The auburn haired woman deduced that the border collie was treated poorly by her original owners. It would be a logical explanation for her distrustful and aggressive nature. She was simply trying to protect herself. She would even sometimes refuse to eat- mainly when the young dog spotted her within her sights.

Though her efforts, patience, and kindness were not wasted, and the cute dog had grown attached to her- if not a little protective. Whenever they would go one walks, Blueberry would often bark and growl at people who got too close. She had to keep a tight grip on her leash to make sure she did not attack strangers who got too close for comfort.

"You need to potty, Blueberry?" The border collie perked up before running towards the front door, causing the woman to giggle. She opened the door, and watched as Blueberry trotted down the stairs and around the corner of the building where the bushes were.

She left the door ajar- so Blueberry could come back inside after she was done with her business- and she strolled into the kitchen. She wanted to make peanut butter and strawberry pancakes for breakfast.

After about 15 minutes, breakfast was ready and Blueberry was already inside the apartment with the woman promptly shutting the door. The border collie gave off a happy yip when she saw her food being poured into her bowl. She softly patted the dog as she began chowing down her food, and grabbed her plate of pancakes and sat at the kitchen table to enjoy her breakfast.

When she was finished- she quickly poured water in Blueberry's empty water bowl- and started packing up her stuff to get ready for work. Once she was ready and dressed properly- swapping out her pajamas for a pink sweater top, blue jean shorts, white tights, and black leather boots- she started heading out the door. Although, not before affectionately patting her dog on the head- and telling her to be a good girl while she was gone. She made sure to leave some toys out, so Blueberry won't get too bored while she's working.

The auburn haired woman worked at a local cafe near her apartment. The name of the cafe was Angel.

"Hi, Orihime!" one of her coworkers greeted her the moment she stepped inside a beige tote bag in hand. The ringing of the door's bell has ceased.

"Hey, Sumi!" the woman- finally known as Orihime- greeted her friendly coworker.

Sumi was a young, pretty woman in her 20s with short brown hair and green eyes. "Thank goodness you are here, Orihime!" she exclaimed, feeling incredibly happy to have an extra pair of helping hands. We are swamped with customers already."

"Give me a few minutes, okay? I'm going to get changed and be right back." With that, Orihime went out back to the girls' locker room to properly change into her work uniform.

Yes, the woman's name was Orihime Nazuki. Age: 18. Height: 5'2. Weight: 108 pounds. Blood type: B. Hair color: auburn. Eye color: silvery gray. Birthday: September 3rd. Dreams for the future… Undecided. Desires…? To live as normal a life as possible.

Orihime Nazuki- once known as Orihime Inoue in a previous life- was reborn in a world where magic and magi existed. She could only guess magic replaces the supernatural in this universe since Soul Reapers and Hollows don't exist. Although- she still had her powers from her previous life- she had absolutely no interest in getting involved in the world of magi. It's not like the thought of being a magus hasn't crossed her mind a few times. She was simply perfectly content to live a normal, non-magus life. It might be prudent for her to say, but she had no desire to learn magic.

Orihime emerged from the locker room, completely dressed in her uniform along white stockings and the same black leather boots she was already wearing. Her hair was half done up by a blue scrunchie. Her signature hairpins was attached to the collar of her dress.

Orihime didn't waste a second going around and taking orders. She had always enjoyed working in this cafe. She started working at Angel Cafe during her second year of high school. It was quite a fun and interesting place to work. Her coworkers were helpful and supportive- and had their own individual quirks and charms. The customers can be quite…colorful with various stories to tell. The most fulfilling part of her job was whenever she got to work in the kitchen! As much as she took some delight in conversing with customers, the kitchen is where she feels the most comfortable and ridiculously satisfied.

When Orihime's in the kitchen, she can cook to her heart's content. She always loved cooking- even in her previous life. Cooking, baking, experimenting with new recipes… It was all her Forte! Sometimes she'd create a new recipe, and have her manager try it. And if it's good enough, it'll be added to the menu. Most of the time as a limited time and/or holiday special. Not every new thing she makes coincide with the pleasantly comfy and homey theme of the cafe.

Of course- everyone was rather reluctant, scared even to try out her…odd creations. But when one brave soul tried her cooking, and declared it as surprisingly delicious- the others tried it, and- one by one- gave their own dumbfounded exclamations of how incredibly good her cooking was. Afterwards- when the manager tried it- she decided to put it through the second testing. See if any of the customers would be daring enough to taste her cooking. It was something called the 3 day trial. A trial period they do with every new and experimental recipe they decide to put on the menu. It didn't go so well on the first day, which was natural. However- after one daredevil customer attempted to try it- it wasn't long before word of mouth spread- and Orihime's…unorthodox cooking creations started becoming a huge hit!

At first, she was simply working to pay for her apartment's monthly rents, saving whatever money she had left. Plus, it came with the added bonus of having something to do during her boring afternoons. She mostly worked to fight off boredom. Being in an empty apartment was sad and boring, constantly reminding her how alone she was in this new, unfamiliar world. No Tatsuki. No Ichigo. No Kazuki. No Rukia or the Soul Reapers. Just her reincarnated self alone in this world.

Don't get her wrong. She sometimes enjoyed her time in school, hanging out with her friends and being in the kendo and sewing club. As usual, she was the air-headed, bubbly, social butterfly of her school. And although she hung out with her friends sometimes- like any normal high school girl- she wasn't particularly close to anyone. There was always this feeling of emptiness and lack of fulfillment in her heart. So- naturally- after she graduated high school, she gradually drifted apart from her former friends. They always say that the friends you make during your child and teenage years- especially school friends- don't normally last. She had begun to wonder if she had grown more melancholic, detached, and cold-hearted in her new life in comparison to her old one. Maybe the new environment she grew up in breeds a new and somewhat different personality. The whole nature vs. nurture phenomenon.

Now, her job is one of the few things she consistently takes great joy in. She does feel kinda bad for leaving Blueberry all alone in the apartment whenever she has to work. But this cafe has a no pet allowed policy for obvious reasons. Keeping the cafe in a strictly top sanitary condition is one. Two, they never know if they'd have customers who are scared and/or not that thrilled of animals anywhere near them. She was getting off at 3:30. She'll take Blueberry on a walk to the park once she gets back home.

Orihime finished taking another customer's order. She ripped out the piece of paper from the small notepad, and headed to the chef who was working in the kitchen today.

"Orihime!"

The auburn haired woman turned her attention to today's shift manager.

"It's time for your lunch break!"

"Okay!"

After the permission to take her 15 minute break, Orihime headed into the locker room. She opened her locker to grab her beige tote bag from within. She had brought some cookies and apple slices in small, separate plastic bags to snack on, and a bottle of water to drink. She took her snacks, and made her way into the break room.

When the auburn haired woman arrived at the break room, she saw that one of her other coworkers was already there- enjoying her sandwich. Her coworker noticed her enter and smiled.

"I see you're taking a break now as well, Orihime," the woman remarked as Orihime took a seat on the opposite side of her.

She hummed in response, quietly taking a bite of her cookie.

The woman's name was Namani Satome. A sly and cheerful woman who was around 26 years old with long, wavy, chestnut brown hair and matching brown eyes. She was one the few people who has been working in this cafe longer than Orihime has. She has been here since the first day Orihime has worked here when she was 16. She was still incredibly young and beautiful- despite her age- yet she would often fret over whether or not she would marry before she hit her 30s. Orihime would contemplate what was the big deal about finding a guy to marry before a woman turns 30. It was one of those ridiculous, old-fashioned concepts she never understood. Plus- she has never been interested in dating- or in guys romantically. Her coworkers would sometimes accuse her of never finding the 'right' man. She would inwardly disagree because her 'right man' was in her past, and she was very much happily married to him in her previous life.

"I saw that guy earlier checking you out," Namani proclaimed. There was a hint of teasing excitement in her tone.

Orihime rose a questionable, auburn brow. "What guy?"

"Oh. You know. The one at table 3," the brown haired woman replied with a sly smile. "He has been ogling you all day. He has been coming here almost everyday for the past two weeks, and he gets incredibly depressed when you don't come into work."

Orihime casually chewed on one of the pieces of her apple slices. "So? Your point being…?"

Namani groaned, disappointed. "My point," she stressed, "is that he is interested in you, Orihime. If he ends up staying until the end of your shift, you should go talk to him. He obviously has a crush on you."

She sighed, holding back her exasperation. Not this again. "Not interested," she responded, curtly.

"Why not? You need to start having a little fun, Orihime. You have no ambitions whatsoever. You don't want to date. You don't want to go to college. It's like you have no motivation!" Namani took a perfunctory bite of her ham and cheese sandwich. She waved her hand- which was holding her sandwich- in a lecturing manner at her. "You've gotta live a little! I hope you weren't planning to stay here for the rest of your life."

Orihime shrugged. "Why not? I don't see any reason why I should stop as I am perfectly content at where my life is right now."

Namani groaned again, shaking her head. "This is what I'm talking about, Orihime. You have zero interest and motivation in anything." She popped the rest of her sandwich in her mouth. She grabbed a nearby napkin on the table, and used it to wipe her hands of any crumbs. "You know what? After work, you are going to sit down and talk to that guy."

The auburn haired woman pouted. "But I don't wanna!"

"You are going to talk to that guy, and have a nice time!" the brunette woman said with much finality in her voice. "Who knows… If he asks you out, maybe dating him would be the start of something new for you."

Before Orihime could offer her indignant refusal, Namani had already packed up and left the break room- returning to work. She could only sigh in defeat.

A couple of minutes later, Orihime finished devouring the rest of her snacks. She guzzled down some water from her bottle. Throwing the empty plastic bags in the trash, she stuffed her half-finished water bottle back in her tote bag. She went to the girls' locker room to stuff her bag back into her locker, and proceeded to return to work.

The last couple hours of her work day was pretty uneventful. After changing back into her casual clothes, she tried to sneak away- but a 'don't-you-dare' look from Namani prevented her from doing so. She resisted the urge to pinch her nose in irritation.

She sighed. Is this what people feel when their friends force them into blind dates? Might as well get this over with.

Her gray eyes landed at the guy sitting at table 3. The man looked to be in his mid-20s with shaggy brown hair. He wore a simple, long-sleeved, gray T-shirt and jeans. Overall, he seemed like a pretty decent-looking guy. She had nothing against him. She simply was not interested. Too bad her coworker was making her do this.

Forcing a gentle smile onto her face, she made her way over to table 3.

"Um, hello?" Orihime spoke in a gentle, soft tone, hoping not to startle the guy.

When the man heard her voice, he nearly jumped out of his chair. His body twisted in wide-eyed, stunned surprise to see her standing by his table.

"Oh? Oh! It's you!" he yelped, surprised. His face took on a light pink tinted hue.

Not that his back wasn't towards her, she could get a more clearer view of his facial features. He had an angular face. His nose was shaped into a rough curve with a pair of medium-sized, brown-framed glasses. Behind his glasses revealed a pair of crystal blue eyes. All in all, he was a pretty handsome man.

"Do you mind if I sit with you?" she asked kindly.

The brown haired man cleared her throat. He was clearly attempting to control his nervous fluster. "Y-Yes. Sure. Go right ahead," he gestured to the seat across from him.

Orihime smiled in thanks, and gently sat herself down on the chair.

An awkward silence began to fill the air between them. It was making Orihime regret listening to Namani, and reluctantly indulging in her whims. The way the woman was addressing how she supposedly needs to have bigger dreams and ambitions could not be any more ludicrous. She really does not appreciate the way Namani makes her sound like an anti-social, lackadaisical loner. That was far from the truth. Namani was merely being an over-dramatic worrywart. Again. It wasn't not the first time she had pestered her about these things. Perhaps, it's because Orihime rarely likes to talk about herself, and her older coworker somehow twisted it into meaning she lacks any motivation. She was only doing this to hopefully get Namani off her back for the next few weeks. With any luck, it won't turn into something more.

The brunette man- meanwhile- was internally freaking out about his crush sitting across from him. He could feel his heart thundering inside his chest. He has been crushing on the auburn haired woman for the past few months now- however- he could never gather the courage to talk to her- only observe her while she worked. She was so beautiful and cute. She was always so kind, cheerful, polite, and considerate to everyone she talked to. He remembered the time when a fight almost broke out,, and effortlessly managed to diffuse with gentle words and a kind smile. It truly was an amazing sight to behold! Her smiles were reminiscent of the brilliant rays of the sun piercing through the cloudy, gray skies! Now she was sitting- right here- across from him, and he was being a flustered fool! He needs to hurry up and say something before he makes a fool of himself.

"Nice day we are having, huh?" he said, sheepishly. He immediately wanted to slap himself for saying such a lame, cliche conversation starter.

"It is, Hector!" Orihime replied back with a cheerful smile. "I really like sunny weather like this! I also enjoy it when it rains sometimes too!"

"H-How did you know my name?" the man- now Hector- asked, once again genuinely shocked.

She tilted her confused. "Why wouldn't I know it?" She giggled softly. "I have been seeing you coming here a lot during the past few months. You are one of our regular customers!"

Heat rushed to his cheeks as his blue eyes gazed intently at the table, trying to hide his embarrassment. There were simply no words to describe the absolute joy he was feeling in his heart right now. And here he thought he was nothing more than a total nobody to her. Which- truthfully- he is compared to her stunning beauty.

"My name is Orihime Nazuki," the auburn haired woman politely introduced herself.

Hector pushed his glasses up his nose since it was threatening to fall. "Well, you already know my name. I'm Hector. Hector Franz."

"Hector Franz." She tested his name out on her tongue, seeing how it sounds. "Are you a foreigner? Your name sounds like it comes from the West."

Hector smiled. "Close. My mom came from Britain. My dad is German."

"Oh? Then are you and your parents here on vacation?"

Hector shook his head. "No. After I was only 3 years old, my family decided to move to Japan because of a better job offer my dad received. I was born in Germany, but raised in Japan."

"An offer? For what job?" Orihime inquired curiously.

Two cups of coffee were suddenly placed between them. Gray and blue eyes glanced up to see a brown haired waitress smiling sweetly at them. "It's on the house," she informed them, setting down a couple packs of sugar and cream between them. She also placed small slices of a plain strawberry, vanilla cake for each of them. Namani shot a particularly sly grin aimed at Orihime when Hector was looking. She winked playfully at her before trotting away with an empty tray in hand.

Orihime- for her part- resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She was more than well aware that Namani means well. But- by god- she can be really annoying at times. She was starting to wonder if part of the reason Namani set Orihime up for this was so she could have something to gossip about? Orihime wouldn't put it past her.

"Mmm~! This is a really good cake!"

Gray orbs turned their attention on Hector who was greatly enjoying the on-the-house, strawberry, vanilla cake before him. She followed his example and cut off a small piece with her fork, and tenderly put it in her mouth. The sweet texture of the cake immediately melted in her mouth. She was acquainted with how good this cake tasted. Once in a while- when she needed a place to study, and didn't feel like sitting alone at home- she would- more than half the time- come to this cafe- when she wasn't working, of course- to sometimes buy this cake along with a nice, delicious, hot cup of coffee.

And- of course- Orihime was acutely aware of what Namani was playing at by providing her with something she really likes. Something that would keep her in a pleasant state of mind. She really was trying to set up a nice, date-like mood, wasn't she?

Orihime swallowed the cake, her attention back on Hector. "So? Anyway…," she resumed the conversation. "You said your dad got a new job?"

"Huh? Oh!" Hector's expression twisted from confusion to one of recollection. "My dad works as a manga artist."

That piqued her interest. "Really?"

"Yeah." He sheepishly scratched the side of his cheek. "My dad is a real manga and anime nerd. Too bad his stories aren't really all that good though, and he's only an assistant artist."

"Well, whether your father is good or not- at least- he has passion. I think it's really good for a person to be passionate about the things they like," she responded with a sweet smile. She opened a packet of sugar and two, tiny cups of cream, and poured it inside her cup of coffee. She slowly stirred it with the spoon before taking a pleasant sip. The bitter flavor tinged with a light texture of sweetness was as delightful as it always was.

"What about you, Orihime?" he asked. "Don't you have anything you're passionate about. Any hobbies that you enjoy?"

The auburn haired woman hummed in thought. "I really like to cook," she said simply. She didn't want to convey too much about herself to someone she may never speak this intimately to again. She may not look like it, but Orihime Nazuki was a very private person. That is something that has not changed from her previous life.

Hector seemed like he was eager to say more, but a quick glance at the clock from his peripheral viewpoint caused him to frown disappointed. "Uh, I got to go," he said sadly. "I have class tomorrow, and haven't even started on my homework," he laughed lamely.

She raised a brow. "You're a university student, Hector?"

He smiled, almost seemingly proud. "Yeah, I go to Cacinus University of Science and Engineering. I'm studying to be an engineer."

She hummed, feigning amazement. She was simply relieved for this conversation to be over. It has nothing to do with Hector personally. She has nothing against socializing. Just trying harder than necessary to befriend somebody has constantly been a hassle for her. She's able to seamlessly blend into a crowd or read the autosphere of a room when necessary though. It was probably why she has such a natural knack for making friends easily or getting on a person's good side. It possibly came from years of experience at trying to be a people-pleaser because Orihime Inoue was a shy, insecure girl who couldn't bear the thought of friends being disgusted with how broken she was beneath her cheerful, air-headed facade- especially Ichigo.

"...Hang out?"

"Huh?" She must have been spacing out, and she didn't hear what Hector was saying.

He was standing up from his chair, sheepishly scratching the side of his head with a light blush tinting his face. "Do you… want to hang out again sometime, Orihime?" he repeated nervously.

Gray eyes blinked at him blankly. "You mean…? Like a date?" Please god. No.

His blush darkening only confirmed that was indeed what he was talking about. In that moment, Orihime felt… conflicted by the one thing she was trying to avoid slapping her in the face. On the one hand, spending any more time with someone she had a proper conversation with for the first time was not ideal. On the other hand, she felt somewhat indifferent. It's not like she does much outside of work, and taking care of Blueberry.

"Sure. I don't mind." She only ended up agreeing because she figured she had nothing better to do. And it's not like she was waiting for a reincarnation of Ichigo Kurosaki to rush and sweep her off her feet- so they rekindle their love in this reborn life of theirs.

Hector's expression practically glowed with sheer happiness. "Great! How about this Wednesday? I don't have any classes that day, so I'm basically free."

Wednesday, huh? What a weird day for a date. But not that she has any right to complain since she agreed to this.

Orihime hummed in thought. "I think Wednesday works for me too. I'm not working that day." She smiled brightly at him. "Does seeing a movie sound good?"

"A-A movie?" he stammered, feeling incredibly jittery from nervous excitement. "Y-Yeah. Yeah. A movie sounds good. Text you?"

She simply nodded in response. Taking a pen from her bag, she wrote her name and phone number on a napkin, and handed it to him.

Hector grinned, resisting the urge to jump in glee because that would be so uncool. He stuffed the written napkin in his pocket, and left after one last goodbye.

She could only smile wistfully.

Was this really a good idea?

Well, it's not like going on one, little date would ruin her extremely normal life.

Would it?

She really hoped not. She would go on the date with Hector, and hopefully he would stop pursuing her- and life would continue as it always has.

(A/N: This is the end of the first chapter. Wow! This chapter was about to become ridiculously long for a first chapter. So I decided to cut it off here. I should say this somewhat of a slow starter. Orihime will summon Counter Guardian EMIYA in the next chapter or two. I want to focus more on Orihime's life before she unwittingly enters the Grail War. Also- at first- I wanted to have Orihime be a high school student. A senior high school student attending the same school as Shirou and Rin. But then I thought, naw. Just make her an adult [18 is a legal adult age, right?] with her own place and job.

Now this is something I would need help from Fate fans. Of course, Orihime's skills and abilities should be the same as it is in the Bleach canon. That is the power of rejection. That being said, should this affect Archer's stats in any way. Should he be weaker? Stronger? Should his skill sets be swapped around? Like discarding one skill in favor of something new [because I've seen some people do that in crossover fanfics where one character ends up being a Master of Servant with discarded skill sets in favor of new ones due to said Master]? Or should Archer simply remain the same? Same skills, same stats- simply a different Master?

I also know that Orihime would need a catalyst. But what do you think could work because I don't want Orihime accidentally stealing Rin's red jewel. Though I also know that without a proper catalyst, a Servant still summoned bases on the Master's personality. And Orihime and Archer do have a couple of things in common. They are both private people who don't like talking about their pasts [for one reason or another], suffer from Chronic Hero Syndrome, and have no interest in the Holy Grail- not even the sake of obtaining it merely to win- like Rin Tohsaka.

Oh- and by the way- I'm planning to keep Orihime and Archer's relationship strictly platonic. Their relationship would be reminiscent of Ichigo and Rukia's relationship. You know? More than friends. Less than lovers.

Please leave any comments and questions in a review, and thanks for reading!)