Hiya…

Sorry for the wait, pups…I've got a writer's block the size of India! All my other fics are on hiatus till gods-know-when and I had to make another account just for writing smut because I nearly got reported xD

Also, a little note: For the purposes of this fic, the 4th War was held in 2013. Therefore Waver's adventure is happening in 2014 and maybe further (dunno yet).

So, here we go! (Sorry for short, boring chapter!)

Disclaimer: Fate Zero isn't mine and never will be, so this is the LAST Disclaimer in this fic!

Chapter 3 – In Your Decisions

"Maaaaaan….I'm tired!" Federico yawned.

"You? Then what should I say?! You've spent your last period playing games in the back of Sohma's class, but I had to run ten laps around the school without old man Hikaru spotting me!" Logan definitely wasn't a happy camper.

"Games? What do you think about me! I was working hard, just so you know!"

"Oh, shut up. Nobody believes you, especially after the last Religion exam!"

"As if you were any better. If I remember it correctly, you got placed just one place above me!"

"See? I'm still better than you!"

"Are not!"

"Am too!"

"Are not!"

"Am too!"

"Are no-"

"Guys, guys! Stop arguin'! We re'lly don't need 'at right 'fore the Septum Tournament!" Linne interrupted the quarrel before it could grow into a full-blown fight.

"Eeeeh? They're going to throw one so soon?"

"If only you'd listened in homeroom, Z…"

"I missed it. Got landed into detention with Wright."

"Ouu…what did you do?"

"Me? Nothing. He just decided that using Presence Concealment to get out of interrogation is against the school rules!"

Cue group facepalm.

"Z…it IS against the school rules."

"Shaddup."

"…Anyways, we still can't enter the Tournament." Padma broke the following silence.

"Why not?"

"Wolvie, can ya count?"

"Yes, why?"

"There's SIX of us, an' ya need SEVEN 'or a Septum…"

"Really?" Federico, you're so stupid sometimes.

"NO SHIT, SHERLOCK!" everybody yelled.

"Sorry…"

"STOP APOLOGIZING!"

"I'm sorry that I'm sorry…"

"THAT DOESN'T EVEN MAKE SENSE!"

"And wait, you said six, but there is only five of us, Linne."

"Oh, I forgot. Saph said he's gonna fight wit us."

"Saph? As in, Sapphir de los Mortes? Are you crazy?"

"Lil' old me? Not at all! He is!"

"True…"

"It is definitely not very nice to say something like that behind a person's back, is it?"

"!"

"Hey, Saph."

"Good morning, Linneyth. Now, any problems with me joining your Septum?"

"N-none…"

"Good. Now, is there anything left to eat? I missed lunch."

"O-of course. Ya like blu'erry cake?"

[PretendthisisalineorIwillsendCasterafteryou]

Meanwhile, one Waver Velvet was still sleeping, leaving the ghost/voice/whatever in his head to deal with one of his truly fucked-up dreams.

"Mmmm…sausages…my babies…NO! Not my sausages! Come back to mama…mmm…"

What? Hey, mongrel! Wake up!

"Five more minutes, love…"

…*facepalm*…Wake up! You are going to be late for your lessons!

"I know I have to make breakfast, but could you wait a minute, my dear? I'm completely spent from last night, and if you don't remember, it's your fault."

This one has some nerve…WAKE UP!

"UAAAAAAA!...wait, what? It's already 8:50? Waaaah! I'm gonna be late!"

I told you to wake up…

Good morning to you too, Ghost-in-my-head. Now excuse me, I'm running late for Potions.

Not my fault. I tried to wake you, but it was all for naught.

You tried…Thanks, Ghost.

...Don't mention it.

Waver blinked. He'd swear that sounded a bit weird. Almost like…

Man, Ghost…are you perhaps…embarrassed?

O-of course not! And stop referring to me with such familiarity, mongrel!

Sorry… but you are such a tsundere.

Tsundere? I'm afraid I have not yet heard that term.

Nevermind. It's nothing important. 'He's definitely blushing now.'

Shouldn't you be running to class?

Fuck!

You wish, mongrel.

…No, I don't.

Ouch…I'm hurt.

I can hear the sarcasm.

Waver opened the door to his Potions class. Thankfully, Professor Hatiche wasn't there yet, so he sat next to Linneyth and took out his books.

"Hey, 'Ver. Why so late?"

"I overslept. Ghost tried to wake me up, but apparently I slept like a log."

"Good fer ya. I didn't get a whole night's sleep fer ages!"

"Your fault."

"Y'er evil, 'Ver."

"I know."

"By da way, ya signed up fer the Tournament yet?"

"Nope. I told you I'm single, no Septum to fight with."

"And I've offe'd ya a place in ours, but ya've declined 'cause of Saph…"

"I'm NOT working with that nutcase!"

"Well, Mister Velvet, you will probably have to." Professor Hatiche said from the front. "This year, because of last term's low popularity of the team games, we have decided to make the annual Septum Tournament (and few others) compulsory for everyone - Novices, Apprentices, Versatiers and Magus Candidates. So if Miss de Cipher is offering you a place in her Septum, you should probably take it."

"…Crap."

"Language, Mister Velvet."

"I'm sorry."

The lesson proceeded in relative peace, students whispering about the compulsory attendance of tournaments and Waver trying to pay attention to class. That proved to be difficult, because Linneyth was constantly sending him notes or telepathic questions. They were all the same.

Nee…you gonna join us or not?

If I do, will you shut up?

…Ehm…yes?

I'm in.

Great! Lunch break, Mythomagos Library section, third floor, okay?

I'll be there, now shut up.

…Meanie.

That is not how you talk to a lady, mongrel.

I 'ought I'm not a lady by yer standards, Ghostie.

That is for me to decide, tomato-haired she-mongrel.

Isn't that nick a bit too long fer sayin' afta every sentence?

…Hold your tongue, she-tomato.

Ya still short'ed it.

I said, be quiet.

As if. Ya're not mine king.

I am.

Got ya! So, not humani, a king…'Ver, I think I'm on to sumthin'!

Great. You think you can get him out of my head before the first Battle?

I may be good, but I don't do miracles, 'Ver. 'Fore the Tournament Finale, maybe.

I have to put up with him for THREE MORE MONTHS?

Owww…don't yell! Mine ears!

The she-tomato is right for once. Cease your useless shouting, mongrel.

See? 'ven Ghostie agrees wit meh! So shaddup!

Then get out of my head!

…True. Bye, Ghostie!

…Stupid little girl.

She's still better than you.

…Shut up.

[PretendthisisalineorIwillsendCasterafteryou]

Second period caught one Linneyth de Cipher in the middle of feverish searching in the Library. She had no less than ten books on her table, switching between them and checking the info found on her laptop. She also had a big roll of parchment and was writing down everything useful or stuff that sounded interesting.

"Let's see…a king, not fully human, 'ut pro'bly not a god either, they don't care 'bout mortals…very ol'…and let's not forget freakin' arrogant bastard." She opened another book and froze.

"Fuck."

There, smack-dab in the middle of the page, sat the solution to her question. And it was a solution that was quite surely going to create more problems than it solves. She was so distraught by her discovery that she missed the tall figure that appeared in front of her table.

"Linneyth, are you quite alright?"

"Oh, hey Saph. Don' worry, I'm fine, but dear 'Ver's gonna hate me fer this."

"What could you have possibly done for him to hate you?"

"Nuthin'. I just have a hunch 'at he's not gonna like his answer."

"Answer to what exactly?"

"I've found out who's creepin' round his gulliver. Look fer yerself." She held the book out to him, pointing out one name.

"Sweet mother Mary's virgin fuckhole…"

"Saph! Language!"

"I apologize, one does not simply forget his upbringing. But you are right, this is kind of a problem. You don't suppose he can be persuaded to leave the Velvet's head?"

"People like 'im are bad at listenin' to others…an' from how I see 'im, we should consider ourselves lucky if we manage to help 'Ver in any way…wait! Does 'at mean yer takin' the case wit me?"

"And here I thought you were smart…"

"Shaddup!"

"Okay, okay…but still, what are we going to do with this?"

"We? Means you're in?"

"…"

"That supposed to be a 'yes'?"

"…"

"Don't yell, dude…btw, yer twin bro still works in the Scarlet?"

"The worst joke ever, Linneyth. The worst joke ever."

[PretendthisisalineorIwillsendCasterafteryou]

Next day, Linne found a note glued to her locker door.

"Linneyth,

Sorry for not telling you personally, but I'm kinda sick…got detention with Gatsby (cleaning the gym) and caught the flu.

Anyways, if the Shogun position in your Septum is still open, I'll take it. Blame the Ghost.

Waver Velvet

A/N: For those that didn't get the library part: Sapphire worked at an exclusive all-male brothel called 'La Scarlette', where Linne's brother Enma can be sometimes found. The joke deals with Sapphire denying his past as a whore to get into Clock Tower at all – he said that the slut is his twin brother. Of course nobody really believes him and no such brother exists.

Okay, so Linne and Saph have discovered the truth…or have they? Are they right? I dunno…

Random question: In the Fate Stay Night anime, Saber says she wasn't able to figure out King Gil's real identity when she fought him, right? Then how the FUCK has Rider been able to? I don't think he's smarter or more educated than her…

The Hawk's life: Boreeeeed! Stuck at camp for the next two weeks with the people I hate the most AND getting internet banned starting tomorrow…Shit just hit the fan, bored Hawk = APOCALYPSE!

REVIEW, PLEASE! FLAMES WILL BE USED TO FEED PET DRAGONS!