A/N: Just a fragment, don't mind me...

*EDIT*

BE WARNED!

FGO is crashing a lot of phones atm; something to to with the Halloween Revival quest where you're forced to use "Western Servants Only" or somesuch. Its happening to all of us. So don't feel bad. I'm sure they'll get right on it and fix that soon.

Now that we've gotten that out of the way, where were we?

Everyone's been asking if I'm going to do a Carnival Phantasm with the Unlikely Series. The answer is yes. For any of you familiar with what Fate's Carnival Phantasm is, well, its basically a mad and zany bunch of laughs/shenanigans involving the caste of Fate Stay Night and such.

That'll happen here eventually-more of the True Threat's meddling at work-but not quiiiiiiiite yet. A Most Unlikely Carnival Phantasm will be coming down the pipeline eventually...

Hmm? When, you ask?

Well. That would be telling.

Anyhow, I'm off to work yet again, so I apologize for that.

So I'm sorry if this introduction is short.

Fourth wall breaks ahoy~!

Hope ya enjoy~!

"You will address me proper. Properly."

...No. I don't think I'll be doing that anytime soon."

"How rude! To think I'd have a knave of a Master like you!"

...I didn't summon you for your fashion sense or your drama, your majesty."

~?

A Most Unlikely Anomaly

Cleopatra opened her eyes.

Which was rather baffling, given that she didn't remember answering this summons in the first place. As the light faded, she forced herself to squint up at the faded walls of the warehouse-at least she assumed it to be such-and struggled to find an answer. She was alone. Of that much she was certain. She sensed no Servant, no mage, no...anything. No, it was almost as if someone had dragged her right out of the throne. She hadn't wanted to answer the call of any mere magician, much less one so beneath her stations. She'd been actively refusing any such summons for a reason, after all.

Yet someone had forced her to respond, rather, she hadn't been able to ignore this one.

The tiniest glimmer of curiosity, and then she was hauled through.

Dragged kicking and screaming to the other side.

"Hello?"

Her voice, that sole, solitary word echoed endlessly against the empty. No one answered her. A muscle jumped in her jaw as she turned to face the nearest window. How rude of them. She was certain someone must be here; she could clearly see the summoning circle by the dim light of the crescent moon. So where...?

And so, when the shadows shifted

"You know," a rough voice intoned behind her, "I've been waiting a long time to meet a Servant. Can't say I'm impressed."

Instinct shrieked a warning and she spun.

And she saw.

Clad in a battered and tattered orange-and-black jacket with matching trousers, the young man looked as though he'd stepped right off the battlefield. Though he bore no wounds is body was covered dirt, and upon closer inspection, he appeared to be missing an arm. No, he was missing an arm. She could see the awkward bandages ending just below the elbow of his left arm. Something about the blank look in his eyes filled her with dread and yet her mind instantly revolted at his appalling fashion sense.

...nope."

Her first thought was cut the contract, but a Command Spell caught her in midstep, sending her tumbling to the floor.

A pair of cold blue eyes blazed back down at her and despite herself, she flinched away.

By contrast her Master's smile was entirely too fierce for her liking.

"Welcome to the war, your majesty."

She'd learn to loathe that term.

A/N: Clarification!

Its heavily implied that this is a Naruto from an Alternate Universe.

Of course I won't be saying who, that'd be telling. So I'll leave it to you to guess.

Cleopatra's fine and dandy, don't you worry; this is simply a story that never quite made it to fruition.

Now that we've gotten past that, I'd love to hear what you think. Reviews are love, Reviews are life, Reviews keep me alive.

So In the Immortal Words of Atlas...Review Would You Kindly? Every word helps. Even a single word like "nice" means the world to me.

Fine, just one preview.

For the oncoming Carnival Phantasm.

(Preview)

Don't you have any motivation?! Get going already, you louse!"

...guess you could say I don't have the spine for it?"

"One more pun and I'll be done!"

You know, its almost funny.

There's so many of us now. One might even say too many.

What would happen if they all met?

Lets find out, shall we?

"How in the hell did we all wind up here, anyway?"

Berserker sighed as he gazed down at the crowd below the lot of them.

"Alright, time for a head count! How many of us are here?!"

Mordred sighed. "Too many to count, zombie."

"Right, too many to count-THAT'S NOT A NUMBER!

~Nz.