Disclaimer: I do not own Fate/Stay Night, Fate/Zero or any characters used in either one.
AN: Here's the second one shot previously mentioned. This one was inspired by neverending000's 'The Einzbern's Hero'
So if you haven't already, go ahead and pop on over to it if you want to know what inspired this one.
A familiar yet oddly unfamiliar storehouse. A place I should know, yet no memories surface. Not just the scenery, none of my memories come to me.
'Who am I? Why am I here?'
Various thoughts plague my conscious, but all of them go unanswered.
As I continue to look at my surroundings, I notice a cold sensation on the back of my neck.
"Who are you?" a dignified voice asks me.
Turning around, I discover that the cold sensation around my neck… isn't there.
'That's odd…' I can definitely feel the sensation but I can see nothing.
A though crosses through my mind that there's a sword pointed at me, but quickly vanishes.
The owner of whatever it was that was, was a beautiful blonde foreigner. Something told me I knew her, but nothing came to mind.
More importantly, her gaze was piercing through me. The gaze itself was menacing, but I didn't find it threatening for some reason.
"Saber!" a woman cried out.
I hadn't noticed her before, but there was another woman behind her, a woman with hair the color of snow. She was panting heavily, tightly clutching her left hand. She was cuddled up on the floor, shaking wildly from the pain.
"Irisviel!" Saber yelled, shifting her eyes to the snow haired woman, the cold sensation against my neck increasing, a small droplet of blood flowing from it.
"What have you done to her you cur?" she questioned me, her eyes still focusing on the other woman, an Irisviel if I heard correctly.
Her name sent shivers down my spine; a painful throbbing began inside my chest. If not for the cold sensation at my neck, I would have crouched down to grab at my heart, to somehow alleviate the pain.
But alas, the snow haired woman, Irisviel, stopped shaking, a red glow appearing on the back of her left hand. Soon enough, three symbols were engraved onto the back of her hand.
Two short swords intersected by a third long sword. The symbols were red in color surrounded by a black outline.
"This is…" Irisviel stared at the symbols in disbelief.
"Command Seals." Saber finished her sentence. "It seems you are now a master as well Irisviel."
'Master? Command Seals?' Why does it feel like I'm forgetting something important? Oh right, that's probably because I am. But all these terms feel oddly familiar. I should know them, or at least I think I should.
While thinking of those two terms, the terms servant, Noble Phantasm, Holy Grail and Avenger passed through my mind.
"Master?" I though back to the word, not realizing that I had said it aloud. The two woman were staring at me. The blonde stared at me, attempting to gauge my intentions. The snow haired woman stared at me in disbelief before finally pointing to herself.
"Me?" she asked. After a few seconds of silence, she pointed to herself again, prompting me for an answer.
For reasons unknown to even myself, I nodded. While it was true that I did feel some kind of connection to the woman, I couldn't fathom why I would call her my master. But for some reason, it felt like the correct thing to say.
The name Avenger ran through my head again along with an intense loathing. It was certainly a name I knew, but nothing else besides the hatred came to mind.
The name Saber also passed through my head along with Lancer, Archer, Assassin, Berserker, Rider and Caster. The last one seemed the most appropriate to me.
'Is that my name?' I asked myself. 'It feels like that's what I should refer to myself as."
"Caster…" I mumbled out, a very weak tone.
"So you're the Caster class servent?" Irisviel asked me.
'I am… unsure…" I responded. I felt compelled to answer her questions. Was this because she was my master?
"You're unsure?" she asked me, looking over at Saber for help.
"Sometimes an incorrect summoning can cause problems with the servant memories. That appears to be the case." She answered matter-of-factly.
I-I see…" Irisviel sighed, not knowing what to do.
"Are you my master?" I asked her, mostly just to verify it with myself.
"It would seem so." She smiled stiffly, letting out a dry laugh every now and then.
"Why?" I asked her. 'Why am I her servant? Did something happen to me to cause this?"
"Huh?" she asked me, clearly shocked. "Do you not know why you're here?"
"I'm afraid not." I answered back.
Irisviel exchanged a glance with Saber and then sighed.
"I guess we've got some explaining to do." She chucked.
After dusting herself off, she motioned for me to follow her outside the storehouse.
AN: I actually quite like the setup I've started for this but I don't believe I could do the story justice if I made it a full length series.
Like I've already said, feel free to use any ideas you find within the stories and use them all you want, no credits or anything needed.
Now if you'll excuse me, I desperately need to go to sleep.