Fate/Pseudo Night
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"This should summon one." Rin Tohsaka says as she clutches her strongest gem to her own chest. This was the day that she has been preparing for. She has spent an entire ten years for this day. This was her chance at summoning one.
The Holy Grail War.
Seven Servants, each fitting to a class of Saber, Archer, Lancer, Caster, Rider, Assassin, and Berserker. Each of these beings come from great heroes of history. She could summon King Arthur or the great Heracles.
However, she aimed for something specific. The class that she's aiming for is the Saber class. She seeks them to be her Servant because they are the most well rounded and most powerful class of Servant. If that is the case, then of course she would aim for the best.
She steps into the summoning circle.
"Let's begin."
She begins the chant.
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Sometime in ancient Mesopotamia, A Goddess is enjoying her treasure.
"Man, getting 25% of that Goldie's treasury is the greatest! Look at all this gold and gems! Hahahahahaha! The things I can do with this!"
Flying on some form of bow, she floats over her treasures with glee. It was mountainous. No amount of treasure in the world could compare to what she has now. Stacks and stacks of gold, weaponry, and most importantly, jewelry. Even great dragons that guard their treasures would be jealous of the amount that remains with this Goddess.
"But man, this is surely fitting for a Goddess like me!" She says with a smirk.
Then, in the corner of her eye, something begins to shine a red light. She could have ignored it and instead play with the treasures that she has. It would have been better; it would have been sweeter to enjoy all she has.
But something made her float towards it.
"What is this?"
It was a necklace. It didn't mean much. It was just a necklace with a red jewel as it's center. Yet something drew her towards it. It was so captivating and beautiful that she couldn't help but stare at it in awe and beauty.
Smiling as she puts it on. "Isn't this thing beautiful. I should get a mirror and see how this… looks… on…"
She feels the prana in the air change around her. She feels like she was being dragged elsewhere.
She realizes that the necklace is doing something to her. She tries to take it off but it's too late, she feels the pull dragging her in completely.
"What the hell is happening to meeeeeeeeeeeeee!?"
Those were the last words of the Goddess of beauty and victory in Uruk.
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"It is time to summon your Servant, Sakura…" The old decrepit man speaks. The raspiness in his voice showing.
Shinji was excited. He was going to participate in the Holy Grail War! This was his chance to show that he was a capable magus and rub it off in the face of Emiya, who lied to him for the longest time about his abilities! Fucking finally!
Sakura simply nodded. She knows what she has to do. This is all she is going to do in this war. She would not be involved any further than just summoning a Servant.
She would not do anything to harm her peaceful life with Shirou Emiya…
She walks over to the circle and stops before it. She outstretches her arm and begins to chant. Prana filling the circle and lighting it up.
The air around them changes. However, something from her pocket falls out and lands in the circle with nobody realizing it.
It was a cherry blossom petal. It should have meant very little and not affect the process.
How optimistic that thinking would be…
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Somewhere in ancient Japan, there was a small hermitage. Not many went into it and not many went out. It's meant for a simple life style. Not much to show off elegance or riches but something more modest and easier.
Besides the hermitage, there was a forge. Since there was a forge, there could only mean one thing.
Inside the forge, there was a blacksmith.
The old man walks out. "These old bones don't do much for me anymore… huh?" He states to himself as he goes out to stare at the sky. He was just taking a break from forging his weapons.
How many blades did he make? They were just so great in amount that he no longer thinks about how many they were. Katanas, tachis, wakizashis, tsubas, so many of them. In the end, he made all those swords because he was just chasing after some dream that he wanted to achieve a long time ago.
He chuckles to that thought. He never achieved it, yet he still tries even before he passes. How stubborn could he actually be? How foolish is he in the eyes of many?
He recalls the name he had. "The Mad Swordsmith" was echoed throughout the halls of history. The Tokugawa fools simply admired his swords, and it was only by coincidence that his swords brought curses to the Tokugawa family line.
But what does that matter? It was never his objective to impress the Emperor. He only desired to recreate that sword.
He notices that the cherry blossoms are falling. They were all beautiful. Like a pink colored snow, they fell gracefully and lovely. Charming and sweet.
He reaches out to the sky and touches one. Feeling the petal, he smiles. "Ain't you a pretty one?"
He suddenly feels like he's being pulled. Like a force was dragging him from somewhere.
'It seems my time has come, eh?' He thinks to himself as he let go of the petal.
He smiles before one of the greatest blacksmiths in Japan vanishes from his small hermitage. His name never to be forgotten.
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"Like hell I'd die from this…"
Shirou clutches his heart. He still had something to do. He still had something to fight for. He still had something to accomplish.
Meanwhile, the keys to his house drop onto the summoning circle, unbeknownst to anyone. The effects this would have on the summoning process would be drastic.
"Like hell I'd die…"
His hand clenches into a fist. He pours prana into his body, not even knowing if that would do anything, but still attempting to do so to save his own life.
"… from someone like you!"
Letting out that scream as though it were a victory, his Servant begins to take form…
… But the King of Knights did not respond to his call.
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Floating in empty space. A Goddess was floating.
There was nothing there.
This was her personal space. Her own universe that she herself creates. An infinite version of her.
She wishes to love the world. She wishes to spread her love to the world so that everyone can have her affection. This is not something as disgusting as lust, but rather something pure and innocent. If only she had a chance to do so. If only she had a chance to do so!
The whole world must fall in love. She can be the only one without love, but she desires the whole world to fall in love.
Was that Mara speaking or herself? She didn't care.
She feels it. Something in her hand. Something that should not be.
She opens her palm and sees a key.
'This must belong to my host…'
For the host to hold on to this for so long must mean this meant so much to her. This must mean that he loved whoever gave this to her.
Her heart suddenly feels a longing. As though that person should be near her, as though that person should belong to her, as though that person was someone that she loved more than anything else in the world.
That feeling should be impossible for somebody who should love all equally. But the Goddess realizes that her host's feelings affected her. Whoever this person was… clearly meant more to the host than she knows.
If this Goddess could end up meeting with whoever they key belongs to, perhaps even she can shower her love towards that person. Perhaps he is even more worthy than the rest to receive more love of this Goddess than any other being out there.
And with that thought, she was dragged out of her space and into an unknown reality.
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"What… the… hell… is… with… my… luck!?" Tohsaka says as she bashes the door, which felt barricaded from the other side. After exuding a ton of effort, she makes it through. Leading her to her living room, the entire area was devastated.
That means her Servant should be… right…
"Ah! That hurts! What the hell happened… to… me…?" The figure rubs the dust off her body before looking at her Master.
Blue eyes meet red.
What…?
What…?
"What the hell is this?!"
"What the hell is this?!"
After all, Rin Tohsaka never expected the Servant she would summon would be herself.
And the Goddess of Beauty never expected her own host to summon her for a Grail War.
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"Wha-?"
"Hmmm?"
Shinji recognized that red hair, those golden burning eyes. He seemed slightly older, much more than his teenage self, yet he couldn't deny who it was. How the fuck was he even here in the first place? Th-th-th-there's no way that he could be a damn Servant!?
He wore a white cape with a kimono like design at the hidden underneath it. He was holding a katana that looked fresh out of the forge. But his face, his face, his face! There was no doubt who this fucker was!
Zouken says nothing and observes. Perhaps this Servant could guarantee victory on their end?
Meanwhile, Sakura Matou was just staring at the Servant she summoned. There was no way… there was no way that this could be. Why was he-
The young man looks up. "Oh. It seems that I ended up growing a bit younger eh?" He stretches his body as though he was experiencing youth after ages of being robbed away from it.
He then eyes the girl that summoned him. She looked young. But hell, she summoned him so who was he to say anything.
He smirks. "Servant, Saber. Senji Muramasa. Don't know how you managed to summon an old timer like me, but I'll be glad to work with you, young lady."
He walks forward and extends his hand to the young girl.
"Sen…pai…"
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An arrow throws Cu Chulainn off his guard.
What lighting was supposed to thrust and pierce Shirou Emiya's heart.
Clang
Was deflected by a ray of moonlight, that lasted for less than a moment.
It was a sound he would remember for the rest of his life. The sound of battle, the sound of the starting strike against two warriors. This is the night that changed his life forever.
He looks up at his savior that stands before him. His eyes widen like plates and his mouth was left agape. Why… why was she-
"So, you must be the one huh? Truthfully I didn't want to come out but something about my host demanded that I come out to help you."
She lets her long hair down. There was a strange, pillar like object with her along with a bow and arrow. She had blood crimson eyes and her hair was as white as snow. She wore purple clothes that seemed too loose for her to be in them as it barely covered many things up. She had a smug smirk on her face as she looked down on him.
She chuckles. "Actually, someone else was supposed to come to you, but I overrode their summoning protocol. How sad. That person can never be summoned into this Holy Grail War now." Her sinister yet innocent smile beams at him.
"Not that it matters. Servant, Assassin. True Name: Kama." She crouches to Shirou's level and puts her finger on his chin in a seductive manner. Almost as though she was lusting for him.
"Are you the one this girl loves dearly?"
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AN
Changed the first chapter now that I know what's happening in Ooku.
NP2 Kama Baby.
That's what I've been waiting for, that's what it's all about.
Might get back to writing or not for a bit, college finals are up soon. Just wanted this out.
The problem with writing something that people like is continuing it. For Fate/Grand Heaven, I'm stuck in a part even though I should be done with it.