A/N: Sorry for any grammar problems, I'm a bit sleep deprived at the moment.
Just another fragment that the the trolls killed, don't mind me...
I don't have as much time to write as I'd like to these days, I'm absurdly busy with work and life at the moment. So bloody busy. So much so, that I'm barely making my deadlines-and ain't that just peachy?-nor am I sleeping well, at that. Of course, that doesn't stop the ideas from ricocheting around in my head; if I leave them alone too long I'm certain I'll go crazy.
So here, have another idea that didn't quite make it to fruition.
Love her or hate her, this Servant certainly is...
...unique.
*shrugs helplessly*
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~!
Sorry if its short.
Its heavily implied that she's from Not My Chaldea.
Hope ya enjoy~!
...I want another Servant."
"What?! Why?! What did I do?! I'll be good, I promise! Don't send me baaaaaaaaaaack!"
~?
A Most Unlikely Idol
Elizabeth Bathory considered herself an idol.
Yes, she might be a little tone deaf-poor thing-and might be deliberately ignoring a horrid part of her past, but she still thought of herself as an idol nevertheless. Unlike some, she was perfectly willing to answer when she was summoned forth from the throne, if only because it gave her an opportunity to step out and see the world again. After the disaster with the Little Squirrel-Hakuno!-she wanted nothing more than to do as she pleased, consequences be damned. Such was her twisted mindset. One could even compare the teenage Servant's delusion to Madness Enhancement of a sort.
Sure, the Little Squirrel had locked her up, but at last she hadn't been as bad as that horned bastard.
Just thinking of that whiskered, face and that mad grin made her shiver!
For all intensive purposes, he was the devil!
As such, she thought nothing of answering this summoning as a Lancer in this incarnation.
All that changed when someone promptly pinched her cheek and made her yelp.
Sure enough, she found a familiar pair of blue eyes gazing back at her.
...I want another Servant."
The poor Lancer positively flailed.
"What?! Why?! What did I do?! I'll be good, I promise! Don't send me baaaaaaaaaaack!"
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.
Wonder what would happen if Naruto summoned himself?
Or another version of himself, I suppose. Hmm. It bears thinking.
(Preview)
"You're me?!"
"No, I'm not you!"
"But you look like me."
...this is going to be awkward."
"Yeah, just a little bit, seeing as you're a girl...
~Nz.