Moon Cell Irregular
By psychored1911
Disclaimer: I do not own Fate/EXTRA or Mahouka Koukou no Rettousei.
Chapter 2
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A week has passed since that day.
"..."
Hakuno stared at the First High uniform hanging from his door. He didn't exactly know how he got in, considering his accident, but according to his acceptance letter, despite his accident, his practical score was still on par with the second-course students (albeit from the lower end of the proverbial spectrum). However, it was his written test scores that got him just barely into the passing percentile of students; he somehow managed to be the 200th of the 200 new students accepted by First High School.
In other words, he was the luckiest son of a bitch in the whole world.
He checked the clock on his nightstand; it was just about time to go. He put on the uniform and left his room. Going down the staircase, he found his parents passed out on the living room couch. It was an occasional scene in their household, considering their juggling their erratic (and occasionally ridiculous) work hours with raising him and all. They still loved him of course, so they always tried to be there for him. Sighing with a humored shake of his head, he got a blanket out from the closet and draped it over his parents' snoring bodies before leaving the house.
As he left, he thought about going with the two Shiba siblings next door, but he remembered they had to leave early, something about Miyuki giving the speech or something like that.
Over the past week, he got to know the Shiba siblings, Tatsuya and Miyuki, a bit better. Miyuki was what Hakuno would call a refined and elegant young lady… had it not been for the fact she was a total brocon. Seriously, every other sentence she said was either her fawning or singing praises over her beloved 'Onii-sama'. As for Tatsuya, the aforementioned 'Onii-sama', he was significantly more taciturn than her little sister. The day after he first met them, Tatsuya pulled him over to the side and asked him some... intrusive questions about his thoughts on Miyuki; he assumed it was that 'elder sibling overprotectiveness' he heard so much about. So, after he waved off any interest in Miyuki except as a friend, Tatsuya calmed down and started getting a bit friendlier as a result.
On a related note, the siblings happened to be really smart. Miyuki happened to score on the highest percentile in both the written and practical exams whereas Tatsuya managed to get the highest score overall on the written portion. Due to this, Miyuki happened to be the freshman representative for their grade. He made a mental note to study with them for the tests.
But of course, he could meet up with them later. Right now, he had to get to campus. Wouldn't want to be late on the first day.
After thirty minutes and one 'train' ride later, he finally made it to campus, where he found… Tatsuya and Miyuki… having what appears to be a 'lovers' spat' by the front entrance.
"Guys?" He tried to get their attention, but it was clear they didn't pay him any mind. Sighing to himself, he gave them a quick wave (which they also didn't notice) and went into the auditorium. Apparently, the freshmen had to attend this assembly before they started issuing ID tags. And then… well, actually that was it for the day. Classes officially started tomorrow; he could just leave after he got his ID.
As he went to the door, he stopped in his tracks as his gaze wandered towards the library building, or more importantly, its roof, where a figure appeared to stand atop it, facing his direction. He couldn't exactly make out any of the figure's features, the sun's glare was in the way, but he could feel their gaze undoubtedly staring into his soul-
"Move it, Weed! You're blocking the door!" A Course 1 student barked at him from behind.
"Oh, sorry!" Hakuno immediately reeled away from the door as the Course 1 student brushed past him with a haughty expression, muttering something about useless Weeds. After the Course 1 student left, Hakuno looked back at the library roof; the figure was gone.
He rubbed his temples as he muttered to himself. "Yeah… I really need more sleep…"
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The woman hunting her down vanished into the darkness, leaving the girl, Fujino Asagami, alone in the devastated parking garage, the raging storm outside concealing the former's presence in the bright lightning and the thunderous crackles.
Asagami trembled. "What is... wrong with her?" she choked out, clutching her head in terror. "How can she move? I even destroyed her arm…"
Asagami slowly got to her feet, clutching her sides, and limped away. She had to get away from that woman- no, that monster- as fast as she could. She saw that look in the monster's eyes.
She was having fun.
Asagami was overwhelmed with this horrible tension of death, while the monster was reveling in every second of it. The pain from her ruined arm probably brought her more joy than any form of agony. That monster enjoyed murder… she enjoyed seeing people die…
She enjoyed seeing people die…
She enjoyed seeing people die...
people die...
Did... did she enjoy seeing people die?
They… enjoyed seeing people die…?
The sound of footsteps halted her train of thought as the woman emerged from the lot's upper ramp. Her white kimono was laid bare, the red jacket she was wearing earlier discarded or missing. Her left arm swung uselessly at her side, soaked in blood whilst a large knife was tightly gripped in her right. But her most striking feature was her glowing eyes, eyes that pierced directly into her soul.
"As I thought, you are insane…" Asagami stated, her glare doing little to ease the panic in her heart. She had to end it now. If she didn't end it now, if she did not kill that monster now, that monster would hunt her down.
"Bend."
Her sight became erratic as a burst of psychic energy barreled towards the woman, ripping her limb from limb.
At least, that's what she thought would happen.
Instead, the woman raised the knife and slashed at the distortion, killing it with a single blow.
"You know, things without form are hard to see," the woman with an emotionless smile, killing each and every last, twisting burst of psychic power Asagami threw at her. "But after you used it a couple of times, I can see it now. Beautiful if you ask me; a nice spiral of red and green."
Asagami backed away in horror, throwing every last distortion she could at her. "W-Who are you? What are you?"
The woman flashed a bloodthirsty smirk, her glowing eyes boring into Asagami's as she sauntered forward.
"Everything that exists is flawed."
Bend.
Bend.
Slash.
Slash.
"The air, intent, time. I needn't even mention humanity."
Bend.
Bend.
Bend.
Slash.
Slash.
Slash.
"My eyes are special, like yours. They can see the death of things."
Bend.
Bend.
Bend.
Bend.
Slash.
Slash.
Slash.
Slash.
"I can kill anything that exists. Even if that thing is God."
The woman, placing her knife between her teeth, closed the distance, grabbing Asagami by the collar and throwing her onto the ground, straddling her so she couldn't escape.
Asagami glared at her, despite death staring back at her. "You're going to kill me, right?"
The woman did not answer as she plucked the knife from her teeth.
"Why…? I only killed because my wound hurt-"
"Quit lying." The woman said with a laugh. "I saw that smile on your face. You were enjoying yourself as much as I was."
At first, Asagami did not comprehend what the woman was saying, before slowly putting her hand against her face.
She was smiling.
No, she wasn't just smiling. She was grinning.
Did she smile throughout their entire battle?
Did she smile throughout her first murder?
Did she smile throughout every other murder?
No, she couldn't have. She wouldn't have. She couldn't have taken pleasure in murder. There's no way!
The woman raised the knife above her head, holding it in a brutal icepick grip.
There's no way!
There's no way!
There's no way!
There's no way!
There's no way!
There's no way!
There's no way!
There's no way!
There's no way!
There's no way she was like this madwoman!
Unable to take the revelation of her own bloodthirst, Asagami screamed at the top of her lungs, her hold over her psychic powers long forgotten.
"BEND!"
A horrific roar entered their ears as the distortion consumed the entire parking lot- no, the entire suspension bridge above them. The metal foundation creaked. The concrete ruptured. The ceiling collapsed. Their entire world shook with the power of a tumultuous earthquake as the suspension bridge broke down, claiming them and everything below with its massive debris.
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"Did you really not notice me walk up to you guys earlier today?" Hakuno asked them as they walked back to their house.
Miyuki shook her head. "Sorry, we were kind of discussing something important."
"You do seem to lack presence, Kishinami…" Tatsuya deadpanned.
"Onii-sama, that's a bit rude." Miyuki teasingly chastised.
After the ceremony (which, due to those supposedly spell-induced dreams, he completely slept through) the next couple of hours were rather uneventful. At best, the most interesting thing happening was Miyuki having a little brocon episode with Tatsuya in front of the hallway as everyone began to orient themselves to the building.
Anyways, after waving them goodbye, Hakuno went back to his house, and up the stairs to his room-
*thud*
Only to pause when he heard footsteps in the spare guest room right next to his.
"What the-" that can't be right. His parents should've left for work already. Even if they were taking the day off, which was unlikely, they didn't place anything they would've needed in that spare guest room.
"Hello? Is someone in there-"
Before he could knock, the door immediately swung open and his eyes met those of one of the most beautiful girls he ever laid eyes on. It wasn't just her crystalline amethyst eyes, her golden blonde hair, or her fair, white skin. There was just something about her that left him completely stupefied in her presence.
"Are you… Hakuno Kishinami?" She asked, her brilliant smile embellishing that pure hopeful tone in her voice.
"I- that's me…" Hakuno stuttered, his face flushed red "I-I'm sorry, who are you and how did you get in my house?"
For only an instant, he could sense a hint of disappointment, or even heartbreak coming from her, before returning to that gentle smile of hers "My name is Laeticia, and I am a foreign exchange student from France. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Oh. She's a foreign exchange student. That explains a-
Hakuno blinked "W-What?!"
Immediately after Laeticia dropped that little bombshell, Hakuno called his parents in order to make sure this wasn't some really elaborate joke.
His mom sighed. "Well sweetie, it turns out your father-"
"I told you I didn't do anything!" He heard his dad interrupt in the distance.
"Accidentally signed some form volunteering us to be a host family for foreign exchange students."
"And I said-"
"Honey, she's shown us the digital documents; they have your signature. In the unlikely event she hacked the agency and forged your signature, you probably just mistook them for something more important."
"But-"
"But nothing!" His mom's voice was muffled, probably because she turned the phone away from her head. "Anyways, sweetie, do you mind keeping an eye on her? This is her first time in the country, and she doesn't have any friends here."
Hakuno nodded. "Sure Mom. I can do that. Bye."
After hanging up, Hakuno turned towards Laeticia, who was at the table, looking something up on her laptop. Considering how early it is in the school year, she's most likely setting up her schedule for the year.
"So… Laeticia, was it?" Hakuno sat down next to her, trying very hard not to get distracted by her beauty. "How are you liking Japan so far?"
Laeticia hesitated a bit, closing her laptop before turning to him. "Honestly? I'm a bit overwhelmed. I've lived in the countryside for most of my life. I never thought I'd ever come to this country."
Hakuno shrugged. "Could've fooled me. Your Japanese is really good."
Laeticia shook her head. "Languages aren't much of an issue for me. I have far more trouble with math."
"Really?" Hakuno leaned in a bit. "Y'know, my grades in math aren't half bad. Tell you what, if you teach me French, I can help you out with your math skills."
Laeticia suddenly turned to him, surprised. "Are you serious? I'll hold you up to that."
"Sure. I always wanted to learn a new language anyway."
"It's a promise then." Laeticia placed her hands upon Hakuno's shoulders, smiling. "Hakuno, this sounds like the beginning of a beautiful friendship."
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It had been one year since the knight had first arrived in the city.
It had been one year since the knight had first laid eyes upon the Holy Vessel.
It had been one year since the knight had first knelt before it and prayed to the Almighty Lord.
And now, another man, a complete stranger to him and his friends, had been praying before the vessel as well.
The man stood up and turned to the knight, a great fellowship of angels appearing at his side.
"Come, O servant of the Lord, and you shall see what you have finally desired to see."
And with those words, the knight trembled as countless, glorious, spiritual visions entered his mind.
The creation of the world.
The expulsion of Adam and Eve.
The proof of Abraham's faith.
The exodus of the chosen people.
The birth of the Messiah.
The sacrifice He made for their sins.
The ascension of His holiness to heaven.
And last but not least, His second coming to their world.
The man, the good man smiled "Now do you know who I am?"
The knight shook his head. Whilst he saw this man in one of the visions, he did not know his name.
"I am Joseph of Arimathea." The man said "And the Lord has asked of me to escort thou to Heaven."
With those words, the knight remembered his wish upon the Holy Vessel:
He wanted to die at the time of his choosing.
After all, he didn't want to die with a life unfulfilled.
But after catching a glimpse of the glorious rapture, the great knight, the pure knight, knew he was finally content. And from the look of the saint before him, he knew as well.
"Come," Joseph of Arimathea outstretched his hand. "It is time."
The knight walked towards the Saint and took his hand within both of his own, but not before he turned his head towards his two companions.
"Perceval, Bors," The knight regarded his friends with a smile. "Thou art the best of friends a knight such as myself could have, and for that I thank you. Please give our king my sincerest apologies, for I can return to his side no longer."
Tears rolled down his face as he closed his eyes, the angels lifting him and Joseph of Arimathea towards the heavens.
"Farewell, my friends, and may God bless you always."
That was the last Bors and Perceval had seen the pure knight again.
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The next day, after morning classes ended, Hakuno took a seat at one of the cafeteria's empty tables. Pencil in hand, he sketched his latest two dreams onto the plank page. He didn't exactly have much time to do so the previous night. Mostly because he had one of said dreams as soon as he entered his room, but also partially because he and Laeticia were chatting it up for most of the night. He kinda found it weird a girl as beautiful as her would try to be friends with a guy like him, but… well, he just had this weird connection with her. He didn't know why he felt like this.
He also didn't know why he unconsciously stopped drawing and turned his focus toward the tattoo on his left hand-
"Nice ink, man!"
Hakuno reflexively slapped his free hand over his tattoo as he turned to the redhead standing over his shoulder, holding a half-eaten lunch tray in her hands.
The redhead playfully rolled her eyes. "Well, that was rude of you."
"You did catch him by surprise, Erika." A bespectacled girl said with a sweatdrop as she took a seat at the table, propping her own lunch tray before her.
"Scuse' us!" an athletic-looking boy said, taking the seat right next to him.
"Sorry for the sudden intrusion, Kishinami." Tatsuya said with a seat, taking a seat opposite to him. "We kinda had to change tables."
The redhead raised a brow as she took a seat next to the bespectacled girl. "You know this guy, Tatsuya?"
Tatsuya nodded "Course I do. Guys, this is my next-door neighbor, Hakuno Kishinami. He moved in next to me a couple of weeks ago."
"Nice to meet you, Hakuno." The redhead pluckily smacked him on the shoulders "Name's Erika Chiba!"
"My name is Mizuki Shibata," the bespectacled girl said with a calm nod.
"And my name's Leonhart Saijou." The athletic-looking boy gave him a thumbs up. "But you can call me-"
"No one cares." Erika snarked, blowing a raspberry at the athletic boy's expense.
"Hey!"
"So, why exactly did you need to change tables?" Hakuno asked, preempting Erika and Leonhart's attempt to start a food fight.
"Feh, just some stuck-up Course 1 students wanted us to move from our seats." Leonhart frowned, folding his arms and leaning back against his seat.
Hakuno blinked in confusion. "And you didn't bother telling them off because?"
"We were about to," Erika said with a slightly annoyed tone. "but Tatsuya stood up and left and we… kinda followed his example."
Tatsuya shrugged, shaking his head diligently. "They weren't worth the trouble. Us acting up would be exactly what they wanted."
"W-Well, at least we have the moral high ground." Mizuki weakly uttered, though it was clear she wasn't too satisfied either.
"It is just a table," Tatsuya noted.
Hakuno rolled his eyes. "Let them have that little victory. They'll get their comeuppance later anyways."
Leonhart raised a brow. "What makes you so sure?"
"It happens all the time in media," Hakuno explained. "While it's good to have some pride, being a narcissistic jerk about it never ends well. Usually, that character ends up changed for the better or dead."
"When you put it like that, you make it sound like there's a good version of being arrogant," Mizuki stated.
Hakuno nodded. "Of course there is. It's when their pride makes them endearing instead of a total asshole. Those kinds of characters are much more likable."
Tatsuya gave him a slightly skeptical look. "I highly doubt any sane person would really act like that."
"Who said people had to be sane to be hilarious?" Erika asked in a playful tone.
As the group began discussing the actual possibility of a hilariously charismatic egotist, Hakuno couldn't help but feel somewhat elated. He didn't exactly have many friends in his old school, so chatting it up with a little clique was quite the breath of fresh air for him.
"So Hakuno," Erika suddenly changed the subject while pointing at Hakuno's sketchbook. "Do you take requests?"
"..." It took him a good minute for him to process what she said. It took him another minute to realize his sketchbook was wide open, the half-complete, yet still well-drawn page of the pure knight in plain view to his new friends.
"..."
"..."
"..."
It took him a third minute to realize that Tatsuya, Leonhart, and Mizuki were also staring at him and his sketchbook; the idea of Erika acting as his model must've piqued their interest.
"...Well?" Erika asked expectantly.
"Uh… can you strike a pose?"
Leonhart shook his head for the umpteenth time. "For the last time, there's no way I'm doing that!"
"Aw come on, you know it'll be funny!" Erika complained, also for the umpteenth time.
When Hakuno told Erika to strike a pose, he meant for her to just make a pose like the average fashion model. Instead, she wanted to do a sentai-esque pose with one foot planted upon a chair, arms flexed, fists facing the sky, and looking heroic-as-fuck.
And by 'chair', she meant Leonhart. As in Leonhart kneeling on all fours, looking totally defeated and humiliated.
The latter obviously refused, but Erika wouldn't take no for an answer.
According to Tatsuya, after the lunch period ended, Erika tried talking Leonhart into acting as the 'defeated loser' part of her modeling for the rest of the school day. Even now, as they were about to leave for home, Erika was still bugging him about it. And if Tatsuya was to be believed, they actually tried getting him and Mizuki to take sides on the matter. He also noted that if it weren't for the absence of teachers in Course 2 classes, they probably all would've been called out and given detention. They guessed that being an irregular student had its unsung advantages.
He also made a mental note never to take any more requests. At least not without commission.
As the two were arguing, with Mizuki trying in vain to stop them, Hakuno noticed Miyuki excitedly walk over to her brother.
"Oh, Onii-sama-"
"Why don't you ask Tatsuya to look the part?!"
"Have you seen his face? He can't pull off that total loser look I'm looking for!"
"So you were planning on making me look like an idiot!"
Miyuki abruptly stopped in her tracks as she quizzically turned towards Erika and Leonhart, whose conversation (read: fight) took a downright bizarre turn once they mentioned her brother "Uh… Onii-sama, what are they talking about?"
Tatsuya gave an exasperated sigh "Modeling. Turns out Kishinami is quite the artist."
Miyuki gave Hakuno a surprised look "Really? Would you mind drawing a portrait of me and Onii-sama later?"
Hakuno shifted his gaze towards the still-squabbling Erika and Leonhart before returning his attention to the Shiba siblings "Please don't give me as much trouble as these guys."
"That's understandable-"
"And I'm also gonna have to charge you for them."
Tatsuya frowned. "Wait, you won't charge them, but you're gonna charge us?"
Before Hakuno could give him a proper answer, a group of Course 1 students approached their little group.
"Miyuki, what are you doing?" The Lead Bloom frowned. "Why are you associating yourself with these Weeds?"
The younger Shiba sibling shook her head as Erika and Leonhart slowly stopped fighting behind them. "I'm sorry, but I already told you. I was going back with my brother."
"C'mon, Shiba!" Another Bloom called. "You belong with us! Don't let those Weeds drag you down!"
Tatsuya shook his head. "Miyuki, I'm just gonna head back-"
"Back off!" Mizuki suddenly shouted, catching them all off guard. "You can't just split up a brother and sister like that!"
"Don't you dare talk back to us!" The Lead Bloom barked. "This concerns 1-A, not some Weeds like you!"
Hakuno turned to his friends, who looked like they were ready to throw down with these jerks. All except Tatsuya, whose eyes were darting around the area, probably thinking of a way to defuse the situation. His eyes then turned towards the Lead Bloom, who had been glaring at him and his friends.
But that look on his face, that irrational hatred in his eyes, and any anger he felt towards them, suddenly turned to pity, as if he was looking at a spoiled child rather than a magic prodigy.
Hakuno let out a world-weary sigh, shaking his head before wordlessly slinging one arm over Miyuki, startling her, and bringing her over to his group.
"Hey, Weed!" The Lead Bloom snarled "What the hell are you doing?!"
Hakuno turned his gaze to him and slowly said the words the latter did not want to hear.
"I... pity you."
He could sense the Lead Bloom's mind quickly grind to a halt, like he couldn't even comprehend what he just said, before his face contorted with rage.
"You… pity me?!" He roared, drawing his CAD and starting up an activation sequence. "How dare you pity us when we're far more powerful than you! I'll show you what makes me a Bloom and what makes you nothing more than a stupid, useless Weed!"
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The wavy-haired boy, Shinji, fell back onto his butt in shock, the arrogant look on his face long gone.
"W-What the hell?!" He stammered. "H-How?! W-Why?! I'm the best at everything! I can't just lose in the first round!"
Hakuno's Servant shook their head in annoyance; it was clear they found Shinji's attitude unsightly.
Shinji's gaze turned towards the pirate lying lifeless by his feet as his face contorted to that of sheer rage. "You! You did this! It's your fault we lost! It's your fault I have such a useless Servant for this boring game! That's it! This game's boring! It's boring! Boring! BORING!"
"Shinji, that's enough." Hakuno sighed with a facepalm, ignoring his Servant's urgings to just leave him be. "Calm down. You're acting like a spoiled child-"
"NO, SHUT UP!" Shinji screamed, desperately outstretching his arm towards his 'friend'. "Don't you dare pity me because you won! You just got luck-"
Before he could finish, a firewall suddenly emerged between the two, severing and deleting Shinji's arm clean off.
"Shinji?!" Hakuno flinched. "Shinji! What's happening to you?!"
"I-I don't know!" Shinji panicked, his limbs blackening and dissolving at the seams. "I-It hurts! My arm! What's going on?! I never logged out like this!"
"You don't get it, do you?" The pirate suddenly sat up, her limbs just as corroded as her Master's. "When you are killed in the Holy Grail War, you die. You should've known this going in, Shinji."
"Die?!" Shinji shrieked, his legs already partially deleted. "You mean like their avatar gets deleted and the player gets booted, r-right?!"
The pirate shook her head; an incredible feat, considering it was already half deleted by this point. "No. You lose, you die. It's called a 'war' for a fact, most of the participants are going to die anyway; only the victor gets to go back home alive."
"W-What?! You mean this isn't just some game tournament?!" Shinji fell to his knees, partly out of despair, but mainly due to their deletion. "C-Can't you do something?! A Servant's supposed to save his Master!"
The pirate somehow made a hearty laugh despite her body's slow, painful erasure by the system. "If it were only that easy to break the rules, then there'd be no point in making them." She paused, hoping the words would gain weight with her Master. "Ah well, at least this way, you have time to laugh at your regrets rather than mull over them."
As she turned with a forced smile towards Hakuno and his Servant, the pirate dissolved into nothing more than corrupted codes, the deletion process claiming her completely.
And with her gone… Shinji knew… they all knew… his fate was sealed.
"H-Hakuno! Hakuno!" Shinji whipped his gaze towards Hakuno, snapping the latter out of his horrified stupor. "L-Listen! I know you got me out into this situation, but I'll forgive you for everything if you save me! W-We're still friends, right?!"
Shinji crawled towards his side of the firewall, bawling and pressing against it with whatever stumps of limbs he had left.
"Shinji!" Hakuno cried as he pounded his fists against the firewall. "Damn it, SERAPH, don't take my only friend from me! Stop this!"
Tears rolled down his face as his Servant restrained him, screaming in vain the futility of it all into his ears.
"P-Please! Save me!" Shinji blubbered. "A-Am I really gonna die?! I-I'm only eight years old!"
With that one last cry, He was gone. The person known as Shinji Matou has been deleted from existence.
"..."
"..."
Hakuno's Servant gently let him down as he fell to his knees, Shinji's death taking away whatever strength he had left.
He stared at his hands as the gravity of it all weighed upon him.
He just killed his only friend…
He killed him…
He killed him…
He killed him…
He killed him…
He killed him...
"Damn it…" He cursed as he slammed the ground in despair "DAMN IT!"
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A/N: And done. Wow, This has been the first in a long time that I've finished a chapter on a regular basis. Woo! Gettin' my groove back!... Probably, I dunno. Anyways, this fic, unless the plot requires it, will be seen primarily from Hakuno's point of view. That means he won't know some details and character cues unless they have been explicitly told to him, as seen here when he refers to Leonhart by his name and not Leo, why Morisaki is known to him as The Lead Bloom, and why he didn't know of the whole table debacle until told so.
As for the Servant who was summoned, she already appeared. If you have familiarized yourself with other works in the Fate Franchise, and/or are confused about the presence of an 'OC' you probably know who she is.
I picked this Servant in particular to be summoned first for six good reasons:
1.) She's hot.
2.) Saber and Caster would've completely overreacted had Hakuno treated them like a total stranger. She never would.
3.) She makes an amazing foil to Tatsuya with a rudimentary analysis.
4.) She would've, in theory, known the Moon Cell better than anything else, so she would actually have an inkling of an idea of what's going on, She wouldn't have the whole picture, but a small piece of it would be better than nothing.
5.) She appears in Fate/Extella, canonically making her one of Hakuno's Servants.
6.) She's hot. Nuff' said.
Now, if you don't know who she is by this point, try looking her up on the Type-Moon Wiki. And just remember; she's only the first Servant to be summoned. The others shall be summoned too… just give it time.
Now, after all's been said and done, please review!