Fate/Stay Night is the creation and intellectual property of Nasu Kinoko and Type-Moon.

Special thanks to the Lawaifuteca Youtube channel for the inspiration.

La Waifuteca: The Fanfiction Series.

3- Tohsaka Rin.

Measurements:

Bust: 77 cm.

Waist: 57 cm.

Hips: 80 cm.

Age:

17 years old.

Height:

159 cm.

Weight:

47 kg.

Eyes:

Aquamarine.

Hair:

Black.

What's the Deal with Tohsaka Rin?

She's the heiress of the Tohsaka family of magi, born in Fuyuki City, and currently a honor student at Mahora Academy after years studying at Clock Tower, in London.

The older sister of Tohsaka Sakura, who was rescued from the clutches of the depraved Matou Zouken by Konoe Eishun during the Fourth Holy Grail War. As children, both sisters were big fans of the American animated show Darkwing Duck, and when it was time for Rin to summon her own Servant in the Fifth Holy Grail War ten years later, Rin ended up summoning Darkwing Duck himself as an Archer class Heroic Spirit.

Since Rin had long outgrown her childhood Darkwing Duck fondness, unlike Sakura, she was far from pleased with these arrangements, but there was little she could do about it.

What If Rin had Summoned Another Archer?

"Haa… Haaa…" Rin wheezed, lying in bed with her blankets up to her neck. "Coronavirus is no joke…! But I think I feel better now… A pity about those lost classes… They'll ruin my perfect record…!"

"Um, yeah, well, about that, Oneechan," Sakura said, dutifully sitting by her bedside and wearing her facemask, as you should. "Archer offered herself to attend in your stead so your record would stand."

"Say what?!" Rin almost jumped out of bed.

Ishtar walked into the room with a wide smile, wearing Rin's school uniform. "Master, guess what…!" she said. "You just got yourself five boyfriends!"

Mind over Manners.

Sakura approached her sister, seeing that she was writing a note. "Oneechan? What's that?"

"Luvia just invited me to her birthday party," Rin hummed without looking up from the paper. "I'm extending my answer."

"Oh, are you attending?"

"What?! No, of course not! Listen to this. 'Luviagelita: I can't believe you even dare to ask. Obviously this is your imbecilic idea of a joke. You can't be delusional enough as to think I'd ever set foot on your house willingly. The only way you'd ever see me there would be by kidnapping me, and you don't have the courage or strenght to do that. I have much better things to do that evening anyway. Sincerely, Rin'."

Sakura gasped. "Oneechan! If you're going to answer like that, why don't you just let the invitation unanswered!?"

"What?" Rin asked. "Not answering to her? Sakura, please! That would be so rude!"

Betrayal.

"Sakura, I'm home!" Rin said, walking into the house and closing her umbrella. "Sorry I'm late, but-!"

"Ngh. Oh. Hh!" she heard Sakura's voice, which filled her with alarm.

"Yes, that's it. You have good technique. Ohhhh, that's a good grip..." said another, familiar voice.

Rin began running further into the manor.

"Ah!" Sakura was gasping now. "N-Not so rough!"

"Ho, ho, I have turned the tables on you, haven't I?" the other voice asked. "Let me show you how it's done..."

Rin slammed the door of the private gym where Kirei taught her martial arts open. "SAKURA!" she roared. "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU...!"

Sakura, wearing a tight spandex uniform, quickly backed away from the similarly clad Luviagelita, who had been pinning her against the floor. "O-O-Oneesama! I can explain! This isn't what it looks like! She was just teaching me wrestling... W-Well, I think it IS what it looks like, but...!"

"DIE!" Rin growled, pulling several gems out and jumping on Luvia.

Fran just sat at a corner, filming the whole procedures with an apathetic expression. "..."

Never Ask Time to Rin Fast or Slow.

Chamo sighed. "It doesn't work that way..." he said. "Chao-nee said it herself, it only can work to the degree allowed by the Tree's mana output, so it only can take you, at most, a few hours back."

"Eeeehhh?!" Asuna said. "Not fair! I wanted to see the Prohibition era! All those fine looking gentlemen in suits!"

Evangeline sneered. "You aren't missing out on much."

"I really wanted to see dinosaurs..." Negi pouted.

Rin snatched the watch from his hands and began inspecting it. "Let me see, I wouldn't trust that huckster with anything that she says. She must be fooling you, the principles of True Magic state that only a tiny handful of grandmasters in the world can bend the rules of time!"

Sakura gasped. "Neesan! Perhaps you shouldn't-!"

There was a large flash of light.

"That is the most ridiculous story I have ever heard," King Arthur coldly said, majestically sitting on her throne. "Couldn't you have invented something more plausible?"

Negi sighed. "Somewhere, up there, someone must be laughing at me."

"The time travel part, despite everything, I can understand," Rin said, still bewildered. "I'd just like to know, how did it also displace us from Japan all the way to Great Britain!"

Sakura averted her gaze. "It's you, Neesan, no more explanation is needed..."

Asuna smiled coquettishly at an uneasy Lancelot while Galahad glared in silence. "Don't be so harsh on your sister, Senpai, I'm sure she didn't mean to..."

Rin and Negi.

The ever enigmatic face within the hood seemed to smile.

"Master?" the man said, his lower half starting to dissipate into sparkles.

The dark haired girl swallowed and forced herself to keep a straight face, holding back the tears. "Yes, Caster?"

"Save the boy from his fate, please," he asked, sounding more gentle than ever.

The wind blew with more strength, pulling the hood back, and Rin gasped at the sight of Caster's revealed face, still smiling that small sad smile at her.

"Do you love him?" he asked.

Slowly, painfully, she nodded, the tears now running down her cheeks. He reached over with the only arm he had left, and softly rubbed them off with his thumb as it, too, vanished in the gale.

"I'm glad," Negi Springfield said, closing his eyes, lowering his head towards her, and surrendering himself to oblivion.

Rin still stood there for several moments afterwards, not making any sound, just staring at the spot where he had been, before finally turning around and walking down the hill, back to her little idiot.

En conclusion: A esta maga le doy con la varita.