A look of panic flashed in her eyes for merely a moment, before returning to their expressionless state. "Prove it." She demanded, monotone in her response.

Kozeku cast a perplexed look toward his two friends, who were just as confused as he was. "Excuse me?"

"Show me the command seals." She pointed at his left hand.

Kozeku furrowed his eyebrows. Geez, who did she think she was. "Look here. I am your Master, you are the servant and not the other way around. Now please introduce yourself, cutie." He smiled charismatically.

The girl scowled. "I will not."

Kozeku was taken aback, stunned by her curt response. "Don't make me use a command seal." Kozeku's voice was rough and stern.

"Kozeku!" Hibiki chided. "It's not worth it, you're too rash."

"Yeah, the only thing that matters now is that you have a servant." Tazaku jumped in, glaring at the girl.

"You have shown me no reason for me to reveal my name. You may call me Berserker, and that is it." She crossed her arms, the light form the small lamp glinted off her dual hunting knives, hung at her waist.

"I summoned you!"

"Six other masters did the same. I cannot be sure that you're worthy of having me as your servant."

"What?! You should be the one who's thanking me! I brought you into this world, and I can sure as hell take you out!"

Berserker's eyes bore a steely glance into Kozeku. "Then do it. I never asked to participate in this war."

The two glared at each other, muscles tensed. "Guys, guys." Tazaku pushed the two apart. "Whether you like it or not you're Master and Servant now. If you want the Holy Grail, you need to learn to work together."

"I'm not working for someone like this. I will lead the way and win the Grail, on my own!" Berserker bared her teeth, fangs sat in her mouth, light making them shine.

"YOU WILL OBEY ME!" Kozeku held up his hand, the seal disappearing. Hibiki smacked his forehead as Tazaku's eyes grew wide.

"You bastard," Berserker glared, spitting at his feet, "of course someone like you would do that."

"Someone like me?! What's that supposed to mean?!"

"You dictator! Pervert!"

"How am I a pervert?! I haven't done anything!"

As Berserker strode out of the room she bumped smack-into the lady from earlier, only in her undergarments."Kozeku?"

"Matsuo! What are you doing here?! I told you to have the wait staff see you out!" Kozeku shouted as Matsuo hung on his neck. Tazaku sniggered, Hibiki rolling his eyes once again.

She tilted her head up, looking lustfully into his eyes. "I know, I wanted to see you some more though." She twirled his hair in her fingers.

"God, not now Matsuo. You need to leave." Kozeku tried to pry her off, but to no avail.

"Matsuo, you can be my Mas-TERR!" Matsuo choked as she was sharply pulled back by her hair. Kozeku stepped back, in shock of what had just happened. Berserker stood with Matsuo's hair in her hands, Matsuo hanging from it.

"You heard him, leave. No means no." Berserker threw her aside, Matsuo whimpering.

Kozeku rushed to her side. "Are you ok?" He reached out to touch her shoulder, before being slapped away.

She stood up haughtily. "FINE! I'll leave, but just so you know, I'm not coming back Kozeku!" She stormed out, rubbing her head.

Tazaku shrugged. "It's not like she's your only girl Kozeku. I'm sure you were just going to drop her."

Kozeku nodded absentmindedly, watching Berserker go. "Yea, I was." Hibiki took note of his expression, and spoke.

"She's sure interesting. Her mind seems to be in the right place for being a Berserker. She seems to be Greek or Roman, she could be Theseus or Bellophron, but her hunting knives are interesting."

"Perhaps she's Atalanta?" Tazaku inquired.

"No," Kozeku shook his head, "she's definitely not Atalanta." As the last of Berserker disappeared around the corner, Kozeku was puzzled.

"Well, let's go. We're having a party for your association of mages tonight. We should probably go get ready." Hibiki and Tazaku began to leave. "It will be the last time we are together before we leave, leave for safety that is." With that the two friends turned and walked down the hall.

A grand ballroom was decorated with elaborate, gold decorations. A small quartet played a gavotte, and the guests danced merrily. They were all adorned in their most elegant wear, especially the women. They giggled in their small groups, even in their early-twenties they still acted like middle-school girls. As Kozeku walked down the ballroom in his prince-ly attire, he was approached by woman.

"Kaiito Kozeku." She smiled, tracing her fingers on his shoulder.

"Hariga Chikaze." Kozeku wrapped his arm around her waist, taking her with him as they walked.

After a few moments of silence they spoke, now outside in the courtyard, away from the noise, and more importantly, people. "Kozeku," Chikaze glanced back nervously, "there's a girl following us. She's not another one of those whores, is she?"

Kozeku turned his head, seeing that they were being flanked by none other than, Berserker. Kozeku shook his head and sighed. "I'll be back in a moment."

"Don't be too long." Chikaze smiled.

Kozeku walked up to Berserker. "Whaddya want sweetheart?"

"Don't call me that." She growled, shifting her hunting knives so they glimmered in the moonlight.

"Fine," Kozeku glanced back to an impatient Chikaze, "why are you following me?"

Berserker crossed her arms. "I am your master, unfortunately you have given me the order to protect you. Since you were foolish enough to use a command seal on me I have to obey everything you say. Just my luck that you told me to protect you. I'm simply being forced to follow orders, trust me, it's not my decision. I would no sooner like to kill you myself, but sadly I can't do that, yet."

"Kozekuuu-"

"In a minute Chikaze."

"So you decide to protect me with only your puny hunting knives and beautiful smile?"

"Flattery will get you nowhere with me. I simply want the grail, and I cannot obtain that without you. Trust me, I'm currently imagining that I'm slitting your throat at the moment."

Kozeku grabbed her chin, making her look upward toward him. "So serious. Smile once in awhile sweetie."

As Kozeku leaned in, Berserker met his eyes. She glared, drawing her hand back and-

SLAP!

The sudden noise echoed throughout the yard. Berserker gnashed her teeth, ready to deliver another. Kozeku catching her hand, just right before it met his face. "There was no need for such violence."

She yanked her arm back, glaring. "In some cases it is. Now, if you would like me to leave please do so."

Kozeku glanced back briefly. "No. We are meeting our allies here today. There could be other servants present. We need to appear powerful, intimidation is a key component. So just be your regular, wonderful self. Ok sweetheart?"

"Don't cal me sweetheart, you bastard." She snarled as they began to walk away.

"K-kozeku? Hey! Where are you going!" Chikaze yelled.

"Bye bye Chikaze, see you later!" As he blew a kiss Berserker rolled her eyes.

Kozeku lounged in large chair, several others were also placed in the room. Berserker stood, hunting knives in hand. "The two masters we are meeting are Shirou Emiya and Rin Tohsaka. They participated in the 5th Holy Grail War, just three years ago.(Ignore the messed up timeline, it's just a fanfic.)" He glanced at Berserker. "Emiya possesses teh Saber servant, same as he did just years ago. Tohsaka has the archer class, and he is said to be extremely powerful."

Berserker grunted. "I sense their presence. Both are extremely powerful, they should be formidable allies. They are nearing."

As if on cue, four figures appeared in the doorway. Two men, and two women. A woman with blonde, and another with black hair, and a man with white, and one with red. Both the black haired woman and the orange haired man sat down, the other two, obviously servants, stood. "Hello," the red haired man smiled cheerfully, "I am Shirou Emiya, but you can just call me Emiya. That over there is Rin."

Kozeku nodded, allowing a small smile to escape. "I am Kozeku."

The girl named Rin nodded curtly. "Let's get straight to it please. If we are to be allies we must know the names of each other's servants."

"Okay, this is Arturia Pendragon!" Emiya burst out, pointing towards the woman, excited that it appeared as if he would burst.

"Master!"

"Emiya!"

The Saber shook her head. "You should've waited for Kozeko to tell us his servant's true name." Rin nodded vehemently.

"Now," Rin turned to him, "please reveal your servant's true name if you wish to form an alliance with us." She glared at Emiya as Saber shook her head.

"A-a-about that," Kozeku rubbed his head nervously, "funny thing, Berserker hasn't revealed her name to me yet."

Rin glared. "You are such an incompetent mage that you can't even get the name of your servant? Emiya, I thought he was a good mage. Why don't you use a command seal? To win the war you need to exercise the best fighting strategy, and to do that, you need to know the name of your servant."

"No, I would prefer not to waste a command seal. It is unwise to waste it on something as minimal as that." Kozeku glanced back at Berserker, who evaded his gaze by turning her head.

"Hmm. Smart. Anyway, since you will not reveal your servant's name then I will keep mine a secret. Anyway, let's talk strategy. We're going to be working together quite a lot."

Emiya smiled, extending his hand enthusiastically. "Welcome to the team!"