I do not own Fate/Zero or any of the other fandoms. This work was inspired by the fanfiction Fate: Zero Sense.

Addressing the much appreciated review:

Gashadokuro Amanojaku

The changes to Tokomi's plan don't mean much, as they were only there to show that Archer has good planning skills (or at least, is smarter than she is given credit for.) In the manga/anime, this Caster's skills have not been fully shown, so the skill that she used was a simpler, less powerful version of her noble phantasm. Also, about not breaking the rules, I think Risei kind of over-stepped his boundaries a bit already... However, the plan to fight before Caster was summoned was not put into effect. Also, as a hint for Assassin's identity, she is a magical girl, too.

(In some random place…)

Caster walked through the streets of Fuyuki, happily smiling. There was so much negative energy everywhere! The sins of humans shone through and provided her soul with mana. With this, she had no need for a master!

Devil… you've been generous, haven't you, she thought. No other servant has this power, so could be easily taken out. Without a master, they were good as dead. Of course, since the Grail wasn't her true goal, there was no use to fight them yet, unless they were in her way! She still needed to use this mana to unleash her noble phantasm, after all. Humanity had not yet faced her forgiveness.

She didn't know much about the other servants, however, she must be much more powerful than them. After all, the Devil herself had chosen her! They were only humans!

Somewhere at the back of her mind, Caster remembered the magical girls who dared to challenge her- those who stayed alive even at the very end. The bond of love that girl had with her sister was annoying, but in the end, more than enough negative energy had been provided by them to compensate.

I won't fail this time! Winds will shake the world and humanity will come back to me~!

(In a hotel room…)

"H." Lancer's weapon looked up, annoyed.

"We said we weren't going to call each other O. and H." 'Lance's' gaze was concealed by his visor, but the expression he made was most likely an exasperated one.

"Okay, then what should we call each other?" Lancer looked at his weapon expectantly.

"Aren't you supposed to be the genius?" 'Lance' turned back to his book and once again blocked out Lancer.

"Well, aren't you a ray of sunshine," muttered Lancer. "Okay then, Lance, shouldn't we prepare for our big fight or something like that?"

"You're the one who will be fighting. I'm just the noble phantasm." Lancer sighed dramatically.

"We have to do our best to win this, Lance! If we don't, our friends will be killed!"

"Do you want to know what I'm thinking about?" 'Lance' put down his book and turned to face the other boy. "I don't trust that girl who sent us here. You saw her soul, right? What was it like?"

"Um… well, it was purple," said Lancer, scratching his head in embarrassment. "It looked like a crown too. And, well…"

"Yes?"

"It was huge. And tainted. The soul wasn't like anything I've seen before." Lancer envisioned their mysterious saviour. From her glossy black hair to her violet eyes, she was an enigma- her soul even more so. Now, if she was on their side or not; that was something that could still be learned.

"See?" 'Lance's' glare seemed to pierce through his visor at his partner. "If you told me that… Anyway, she also told us that we were the only ones she contacted."

"Yeah, but she said that the other servants would be weak. How could she know that?" Lancer stared at 'Lance,' a new light in his eyes.

"Well, actually, she could know that anyway," said 'Lance,' causing Lancer to deflate a bit. "However, you commented on the souls of Rider and Archer when they met. Remember? We spied on them when they saw each other."

"Yes, I saw that Rider's soul was powerful, but human. It wasn't similar to our world's, but everyone here has it. However, Archer's was… it was almost as though she was from a different universe. Not ours, and not this one. Oh!" Lancer's eyes widened. "You think she was also approached?"

"Yes." 'Lance' turned back to his book. "For now, we'll lay low. However, let's find out more about this mystery girl."

Kayneth entered the room, and 'Lance' turned into a weapon once again. The two awkwardly exited to the place where they would meet Saber for the first time.

(With Assassin and Kirei…)

"Lancer is sending out a signal. He wants a fight." Assassin appeared behind her master without any warning. Kirei made a mental note to himself not to stand with his back to any human sized shadows.

"Are you planning on challenging him?" he asked sarcastically. Assassin shook her head silently.

"I will be watching over their battle. If we are lucky, one of them will be eliminated." Kirei silently prayed that Lancer, not Saber, would be killed.

"Go. Just make sure you're not seen." Assassin vanished once again, the yellow gem on her sleeve becoming a bit darker. Kirei watched the shadow into which she had disappeared into for a while.

I really, really shouldn't stand near shadows, he thought.

"Hey, Assassin!" The brunette girl turned to see Archer waving her hand.

"Drop the act, cattle," muttered Assassin, scowling. "What do you want?" Archer at once became serious, a smile no longer on her face.

"Don't call me that, Assassin," she growled. Assassin's expression didn't waver.

"See you," she called out over her shoulder.

(Somewhere else…)

Irisviel and Saber walked through Fuyuki city together. The two were constantly distracted- Saber stopped at every food cart and begged the homunculus for food, and Irisviel wanted to see everything she could.

"Wow," she breathed. "This is where Kiritsugu grew up, huh?"

"They have really amazing food!" Saber took a bit into a Takoyaki, grinning as the delicious flavor made contact with his taste buds. "Do you want something?" Irisviel carefully selected a Korokke from the pile of food in Saber's arms.

"You're right!" she exclaimed. "The food here is really good."

The two made small talk as they walked.

"I don't think Kiritsugu likes me much," admitted Saber.

"He's just disappointed. He expected King Arthur. But I'm sure you'll be great too!"

"Yeah!" Saber pulled uncomfortably at his suit. "I don't see what was wrong with my clothes, though. This suit is really uncomfortable."

"Your clothes were… a bit…" Saber expectantly waited. "Oh look! A beach! Let's go!"

"More like a distraction," Saber muttered, but he followed Irisviel. The two walked along the shore, pushing and laughing with each other. It was probably the most fun Saber had in awhile.

All of a sudden, he stopped moving.

"What is it?" asked Irisviel, who currently stood in the shallow part of the water.

"An enemy servant. Come on." Saber picked up the homunculus and ran through the sand as quickly as possible. He jumped down to the ground, where Lancer was waiting for him.

"So you think you can defeat the LIGHTNING KING, huh?" Lancer pointed his spear at Saber threateningly. "I'll show you who you're dealing with!"

"..." Irisviel and Saber stared at Lancer, jaws agape. The brown haired boy nervously chuckled.

"So, anyway, you seem brave enough to battle! Currently, you're the only ones to show up."

"Very well." Saber dropped his foolish attitude and handed the food to the female homunculus next to him. In a flash, he was transformed into his battle attire. "I trust you will take care of this, Irisviel?"

"Yes!" squeaked out the woman. She had not yet seen this side of the servant, and such seriousness surprised her. Saber took one last look at the food wistfully before turning back to his opponent.

"No need to be hasty, Saber!" Saber and Irisviel stared at the enemy servant.

He was the one yelling…

"After all, Rider is above us, and I'm sure he would love to join in on our fight!"

Boom! A giant figure landed on the ground next to them. In his arms was the struggling Waver.

"Servant of the lance, you must indeed be perceptive to have noticed me!"

"Let me down!" River dropped Waver on the ground. "Anyway, what are we doing here?"

"I have an offer to make to you, Saber and Lancer!" Rider grinned at the two servants. "How would you like to give up on the Holy Grail War and join me as allies!"

"Well, I'm honoured," said Lancer, carefully choosing his words, "but I need to win the Grail." Saber nodded.

"Me too. Sorry, Rider."

"However, you might want to ask the servants watching us." Lancer continued to speak. Saber nodded in order to show that he agreed with this statement, causing Waver to stare at them as though they were mad.

"Hm." Caster appeared, her long hair waving in the wind. She had donned jeans and a t-shirt rather than the impractical dress she wore before. "Do you call me out, Lancer, Saber?"

"Caster!" boomed Rider. "How would you like to join my army?"

"A King like me stooping down to the likes of you? I think you underestimate me, Rider." Caster smiled slightly, though it was not a kind smile.

"You are too harsh, Caster." Berserker appeared as well, though she now was in one of her Hero outfits- a long, neon purple kimono like dress with accents of blue. "I, too, must decline your offer though, Rider. I have a mission to save someone."

"Oh ho ho? I am surprised, though- I thought your Master was more clever than to waste his mana by sending you here."

"I chose to come here by myself," said Berserker, smiling gently. "I hope Kariya is okay…"

"Hey!" Archer walked in casually. "Looks like all the servants are here now, or at least the living ones." Lancer regarded her suspiciously, trying to see if she told the truth. Archer just smiled innocently.

"I suppose you do not want to join my army either," sighed Rider. Archer shook her head proudly.

"But I'm really glad that you invited me," she added. "I wouldn't want to be the only one left who wasn't invited."

"Well, it appears negotiations have failed." Rider scooped up his reluctant master in his arms once again, and waved goodbye.

"My master also calls me back," apologized Lancer. "Goodbye, Saber, Archer, Berserker, other people."

"Hmph," said Caster, who vanished without another word.

"How rude," murmured Berserker. "However, I must say adieu as well. I look forward to fighting all of you." She, too vanished, leaving only Archer, Saber, and Irisviel.

"Goodbye, Saber and Saber's master!" said Archer cheerfully. She carefully took note of the brief flash of hesitation which flashed across Irisviel's face. She was certain Assassin also noticed this, but it was best to be certain. With that, the orange haired girl walked off.

"Hey." Archer stopped in a dark alley when she heard a female voice call out. The voice of Berserker. "Where are you going?"

"Back to the Tosaka mansion, of course!" said Archer, trying to keep a light and cheery tone. "Where else?"

"Did you think I would just let you go?" Berserker threw a punch, and Archer dodged, causing the wall behind her to shatter. "Hah…" Taking advantage of the servant's temporary distraction, Archer ran. If she could get far away enough, then she could retaliate.

This is just like tag, huh? A smile came to Archer's face, and she dashed to the side, summoning a handbow. Well then, I can't let you win, Berserker! She dashed to the side again, throwing Berserker off her trail. I need to get some height. The girl looked left and right, grinning at the sight of a tree. The two had run into a park, and this was just what Archer needed.

She scrambled up the tree and narrowed her eyes as she searched for a familiar flash of purple. Noticing bright color among the greenery, she took aim and fired.

The arrow bouncer right off it's target, sticking in a tree.

'Berserker summoned a flame spirit of some sort to help her,' Assassin telepathically communicated. Archer's eyes traveled to the shadow on a tall building.

'Help!' she replied. Assassin shook her head.

'I have to remain hidden, Archer.' The orange haired girl shook her head angrily.

Focus, she thought. Berserker's master will have to recall her- he can't take such a large mana loss. I just need to hold out. If I stay far away, I can do that.

Then, a bullet grazed her good ear.

"She uses guns!" cried out Archer. She hadn't considered this. There was no plan or help coming her way. Now, Archer couldn't maintain distance or stay near. She looked back at Assassin for help, but the servant shook her head again. Archer groaned and fired her hand bow again.

"Found you~!" Berseker popped up again nearby, grinning. She pointed the gun at Archer's forehead. "Time to die!" Archer glared, and readied her noble phantasm. There was no way she was going to die here!

"Vi-!" A figure pushed the two apart, stopping Archer's cry and causing Berserker's gun to fire into empty air.

"Hey, hey, no need to fight among yourselves! I will be destroying you, after all!" Caster grinned as she stood above them.

"Caster," muttered Berserker. "I will defeat you!" She raised her gun and shot the girl in a white dress. Caster dodged with a sigh.

"So you want to fight? Well, I only need to touch you to transform you into sperm! Looks like you're going to die." Caster raised her hand, and brought it down upon an annoyed Archer, who could do nothing but watch the power bear down on her.

"Leave." A brunette girl- Assassin- held a sword over Archer's head, blocking the blow. Berserker watched the exchange with shock, whereas Caster was merely amused.

"So you want to trade blows too?" Caster once again raised her hand. "Show me what you've got!" Archer scrambled away with one last look at Assassin.

"Let us fight together, Berserker, for now." The other girl nodded.

"Got it. Let's go!" The two rushed off into battle together.

Meanwhile, Archer had absolutely no intention of giving up without a fight. She had seen enough people die to be determined not to let the two be killed.

From a safe distance away, Archer raised her gun. Explosions rocked the ground, but she stayed still.

And… fire.

A green bullet flew into the dark night, and Archer could only hope her attack had worked. Then she ran.

Berserker emptied countless bullets into Caster, who just dodged, grinning. Assassin had transformed one of her daggers into a whip, which snaked around the servant and hit her. Yet evan with their combined efforts, none of their effects seemed to have any effect.

"Ke ke…" Caster looked up. "This isn't working… do you want to know why? It's because I have an EX luck ranking!"

"So high?" muttered Assassin. "That can't be it…"

"Well, you are right," admitted the girl. "My powers… are far greater than you expect."

"Watch out!" Berserker pushed Assassin to the ground as a green bullet flew over their heads. The moment it hit Caster, a net surrounded her.

"This is Archer's work." The struggling Caster was slowly destroying the net, and the two other servants raised their weapons. "Let's destroy her." Caster's pink eyes opened wide.

"Attack!" she yelled. A girl appeared from behind a tree. She seemed normal- she had brown, shoulder-length hair which turned red further on and wore a t-shirt over jeans. However, there was a strange symbol on her wrist and in her glowing eyes. She had a silver hook- an earring- dangling from one ear, and blood trickled out of that same ear.

"Caster gave me this power!" she yelled at the enemy servants. "She saved me… So you'll have to face me if you want to destroy her."

"What is this?" murmured Berserker. Assassin turned to see a fleeing Caster.

"We need to give chase," she said, yellow eyes tracking her opponent's moves. The two began to run after Caster, only for Berserker to be punched by the girl and fly back, knocked to the ground. The girl turned to Assassin next, fists up.

What kind of person could do that to a servant? she wondered.

"What is your name?" Assassin's grip on her whip tightened. This girl and Caster were no joke.

"Hotaru Ai!" said the girl proudly. "If you want to get to Caster, you'll have to kill me." Assassin sighed and raised her whip, which transformed into a spear.

"How annoying," she said. "I can't kill you, but we will question you and, if need be, resort to torture. It's bad for you and me. Just step aside, and I can hunt down Caster."

"No." Assassin noted that the hook symbol on Hotaru's wrist was almost completely faded. "Just try and fight me before throwing all those words around, huh?" Assassin vanished into the shadows before she was hit.

That girl is strong, she noted. She might even be stronger than me, in terms of brute strength. Both of us have low defensive power, though, so whoever lands a blow first wins. Her eyes drifted to Berserker, who was just now getting up. Definitely a one-blow situation.

"Where are you?" cried out Hotaru. "I'm going to kill you- urk!" Assassin appeared from her shadow and grabbed the girl's neck. Hotaru punched Assassin in the stomach, but it was too late.

"You're powerless now, huh?" In Assassin's hand was the silver earring. "Now… tell us just who Caster and you are."

"So that was the source." Berserker came up and stared at the earring. "I wonder how it works."

"It gained energy by draining away your lifeforce," Assassin informed Hotaru. "Caster fooled you. She never was trying to help."

"Just how do you know that?" retorted Hotaru. Her face was red as she glared at her assailant. "Maybe you're trying to fool me."

"I happen to be experts in matters like these. Evan then, this magic is powerful. I almost messed up and attacked you head-on." Assassin tucked the earring away inside her dress. "Come with me, Ai. And Berserker, you can now report to your master that Assassin is alive. Just don't tell anybody else."

"Heh… heh…" More blood trickled out of Ai's ear. "I'm not coming with you that easily!" She began to run, only to find her arm trapped within Assassin's tight grip.

"Farewell," said the servant before the two disappeared. Berserker looked at the empty spot for a moment, before leaving for the hotel room.

Kariya! Berserker gasped as she remembered her master. I used up so much mana today… Please, let him be okay! She, too, left.

Because of this, no one noticed the coin and note Caster had left on the ground…

As promised, here is Lancer's skill sheet and a (not expected) omake!

Servant Skill Sheet #1:

Servant: Lancer

Master: Kayneth Archibald El-Melloi

Identity: Ox Ford

Series: Soul Eater

Sex: Male

Strength: B

Endurance: B

Agility: A

Mana: B

Luck: A++

Noble Phantasm(s): A+

Class Skills:

Magic Resistance: Grants protection against magical spells. This ability does not merely reject prana, but cancels the spell altogether.

E: Cannot cancel spells, but damage is reduced.

Personal Skills:

Soul Perception: The ability to see the souls of others.

B: This ability is not very powerful or developed. However, it can be used to sense other servants.

Enhancement: The power to 'enhance' movements.

A+: Using his demon weapon, Ox can move at lightning fast speeds, and can enhance his reflexes as well.

Soul Resonance: The ability of two souls to resonate with each other, enhancing each other's powers. The higher the resonance rate, the higher the power. However, this technique takes time to activate.

A: The resonance rate of two souls is so high they might as well be a single being at this point.

Noble Phantasm:

Harvar D' Ecalir: Lighting Spear: B: (Anti-unit) Ox's demon weapon and partner in life. Upon usage of the skill 'soul resonance,' he can activate a higher level of power.

Lightning King Drill: B+: (Anti-unit) An advanced form of soul resonance. Activated after Ox charges his spear with lightning. He strikes in a manner similar to a lightning bolt.

Lightning King: B: (Anti-unit) An attack in which Ox stabs his opponent with the tip of his spear and electrifies them.

Lightning King Quake: A: (Anti-unit) A technique in which the spear is spun and pushed into the ground, sending electricity through the ground.

Omake: Magical Girl

Emika Kei wasn't supposed to be in the park, but she couldn't help herself. In the morning, when the sun was rising, everything was just so beautiful! Light shone through the leaves on trees, and a breeze caused her dark black hair to ripple.

She moved her wheelchair forward, avoiding rocks as best as she could. It was lucky for her that her parents slept in late- if they didn't, Emika wouldn't be enjoying this wonderful day.

She slowly moved towards the center of the park, where the trees were thickest. This was her secret place, a safe haven. When she lost the use of her legs two years ago, Emika had thought she would never be whole again. Her parents had taken her to the park after that in an attempt to make her happier.

That was when she met Itsuki, her best friend after the incident. Emika had been in a corner of the playground, feeling sorry for herself, when the black haired, brown eyed Itsuki had come up.

"Hey," he had said. "Are you alright?" Emika had nodded silently, holding back tears. She expected the boy to go away, but he had stubbornly stayed, sitting down next to her. "Do you want to play a game with me?" Emika nodded again, for a reason she herself did not know why. This small encounter had grown to a small friendship between the two, large enough for Itsuki to show his friend the grove.

"This place is where I go whenever I'm upset," he explained. "So don't hesitate to come here, okay?" He stuck out a thumb, and the picture was so ridiculous Emika just had to laugh.

Now, she wheeled herself there. Itsuki never got up this early, so he wouldn't be there, meaning Emika would have a moment to herself. These rare times were what she enjoyed most, though spending time with her dear friend was a close second.

"What happened here?" she murmured. "This is…" The grove was in ruins. One of the trees was in pieces on the ground, and there were deep gouges within the dirt. Heart hammering in her chest, Emika veered near a silver coin on the ground, tucked within a piece of paper.

"To use your stick, just (1) think about an object and (2) flip the coin. What does that mean?" Emika balled up the note and studied the coin.

An odd wing-shaped design was engraved in the center, something Emika had never seen before. After looking for it for a while, Emika decided to follow the instructions.

Eh… plastic rings, she thought. Plastic rings. She threw the coin up, only for it to split apart as it came down. Now, she had one coin and two plastic rings. What is this?

A gust of wind blew the note away and pushed Emika's hair out of her face.

"Could it be," she muttered, the ends of her hair pink and blood trickling from her nose. "Could it be magic?" She stared at the coin in her hand and the horseshoe symbol on her wrist. "It is. This is magic. Am I a magic user?" The note fell at her feet once again, revealing a back side. "Welcome to your new life! Just make sure to help me if need be. New magical girl, this is my gift to you." Emika lifted her head high, doubt in her glowing eyes. "No. I am a magical girl."

A new magical adventure begins.