Chapter 1: Summons.
Chapter 2: Pose and Poise.
Chapter 3: Shout for change.
Chapter 4: Fight to Survive.
Chapter 5: Jumping in.
Chapter 6: Alive and Kicking.
Chapter 7: It's everyone else's fault.
Chapter 8: This is an understatement.
Chapter 9: Cooling off.
Chapter 10: Destroyer of worlds.
Chapter 11: Buckle up.
Chapter 12: Right on time.
Fate: All Riders.
Chapter 1: Summons.
The circle had been drawn.
An ample supply of mana was gathered.
The catalyst Avalon was in place for the ritual.
The plan was perfect and nothing could go wrong now but just in case….
Irisviel stood nearby to make sure everything would go smoothly, her presence was comforting.
Yet Kiritsugu Emiya could not help but feel somewhat paranoid.
It was said that the Magus killer could never be ambushed for he expected treachery at every turn, the best you could hope to do was to confirm his suspicions.
Thus when the bright light appeared and faded only to reveal what seemed to be a relatively poor Japanese hobo wearing brightly coloured if faded clothes it surprised the Einzbern when she noticed her husband pausing in hesitation.
The man though obviously quite poor still had the aura of a servant about him, the sheer power that emanated was something that all Magus (and in some rare cases mundane people) could detect. Yet despite being summoned as a servant using the Sheath of King Arthur this man was certainly not the King of knights.
Rubbing the back of his head the Servant looked upon his master.
"Hi." He spoke raising his hand somewhat slowly intimidated by Emiya's expression.
"I'm Saber, are you my master?" Being the professional he was Emiya then simply nodded without pause before turning away. He was still Saber, perhaps not the one they wanted but he was Saber none the less, at the very least the operation wasn't a complete failure yet.
Giving his full attention to his wife the Magus spoke. "Iri, find out everything you can about this Saber and his relationship to King Arthur, I'm going to make preparations." Somewhat annoyed at being ignored the Servant wondered if his situation would improve.
-Some time later-
It was cold, colder than Saber was used to, in fact he was more used to the blazing heat of the desert. It had been a few days within the Einzbern house more accurately described as a mansion and Saber was most delighted to have a constant supply of underwear for reasons Irisviel did not quite understand. At first she assumed the man to be a pervert but luckily that didn't seem to be the case.
Though for some reason Iri did find the idea of a Master, Servant relationship quite fascinating and wondered what would have happened if Kiritsugu had summoned an attractive female, it just seemed so taboo. Shaking the thoughts from her head she quickly cleared her mind of all impure thoughts. Days of questioning had managed to turn up a few facts about the servant, one of which concluded that he was a heroic spirit from either the future or an alternate universe.
The second fact revealed was the name of his noble phantasm, the Medajalibur.
The origins of the weapon was unknown to Saber however Irisviel and Kiritsugu had come up with several theories one of which involved the remnants of Excalibur being used in its construction. It was a long shot but it was the only explanation how this man was summoned instead of Arthur despite the king having a stronger connection to the Sheath.
How anyone would retrieve the sword from the lady of the lake was a complete mystery.
This theory was a weak one but it was the only possible one they could imagine.
"So Saber are you sure you don't know anyone like King Arthur?" The homunculus asked once more.
Shaking his head the servant smiled. "Nope, don't know anything about any King besides the one who made one of my other Noble Phantasms." Another fact that Iri had learnt of earlier that week, a sort of conceptual piece of equipment, in this case a belt that summoned a set of armour powered by coins that he called 'Medals'. He also informed her that he used to have more 'Medals' but for this war he only came with the set he was most known for to his chagrin.
The only other pieces of equipment he had were things he referred to as cell medals that seemed to replenish themselves the more prana was pumped into him. Three cell medals were needed to power his noble phantasm the Medajalibur, this news was quite welcome as the draw of prana could be mitigated during battle. It was almost like using the jewels the Tosaka family was known for. The main downside being the amount of Cell medals he could possessed at any one time was limited. If he wanted multiple uses of his ultimate attack he wouldn't be able to draw the prana from Iri without enough time to actually create new cell medals.
"Say uhh Iri." Calling her anything else but Iri would put his tongue in a twist thus her insistence that everyone call her by her nickname was a welcome proposition.
"What's Emiya's wish?" He asked, the man didn't seem bad but as far as he could tell he was empty, if he didn't know any better the Magus killer could've been the Dinosaur greed.
"He wants to save the world." She began as her eyes drifted to off into the distance. "He wants to make a world where there's no pain, no suffering where everyone is safe." Turning back to Saber her eyes narrowed slightly. "Please Saber promise me you'll protect him no matter what." He was already going to do just that but the white haired woman reinforced it.
Finding no other way to respond Saber nodded. As long as he had tomorrow's underwear nothing would harm his master.
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After the customary and somewhat cliché flash of light the summoning ritual was soon completed. Frowning Kotomine Kirei wondered if he had performed the ritual inadequately or if his Servant was better at misinformation then he first thought. What was in front of him was certainly not Servant Assassin, rather it appeared he had summoned one of the knight classes, the lack of weapons however made it hard to distinguish which one.
Observing the ritual his father raised an eye brow. This was an unexpected development, without the aid of Assassin's stealth to scout out the enemy Tosaka's victory would be harder to attain. Still two master's with two servants working cooperatively was still something no other master could boast at least not during the start of the war.
The white and gold figure was wearing shining armour that bore blue trim and a black under suit that clung to his figure. There was a strange red symbol adorned on his chest and though his equipment was simple in design the belt however was somewhat gaudy in comparison.
The Servant took his right fist and put it against his left palm as if praying in an almost religious manner.
"I ask of you man of the cloth, are you my Master?" The knight seemed polite and for lack of better word chivalrous.
"I am, but I must ask, which class are you my servant?" The white soldier lowered his hands as six other identical white armoured servants appeared behind the first.
"We are Assassin, we were made to fight and hunt down Vampires for God."
Somewhat taken aback Risei then smiled. "It appears that my son, the Executor has summoned more Executors." The news that this servant was indeed Assassin and a man loyal to the church made him almost ecstatic. Putting his hand on Kotomine's shoulder he simply said "Son I am proud." Resei had made several errors in his judgement and though they were accurate to a degree the servants would not correct him on any of his unvoiced assumptions. Kotomine's expression did not change once.
-Some time later-
Another flash of light, one that Kotomine had seen before however the man before him was different. No saying that the man had stood before him was wrong, rather it was more accurate to say that this Servant stood before his teacher Tokiomi Tosaka. The heroic spirit wore blue and black armour, his face covered in a grill as if representing a barcode or a crown.
Somewhat surprised Tosaka hesitantly asked "Are you Gilgamesh?" This wasn't what he expected.
The blue figure seemed to study his master but with what expression was hard to tell. Curiosity perhaps judging by the way he stood but the bulky chest piece made it hard to identify.
"Of course I am, I mean all the treasures of this world belong to me and no one else." Flicking his head up the Servant seemed amused for some reason.
"Looks like I'm Archer, are you the Master that's going to help me get the ultimate treasure? The Holy Grail?"
Bowing his head low Tokiomi humbly replied in the affirmative.
"Yes my king, I shall assist you in every way possible as your loyal vassal." Archer seemed pleased with his subservience. Tokiomi didn't expect Gilgamesh to look like this but judging how time tended to distort the truth he also prepared himself mentally in case Gilgamesh turned out to be a girl. Such preparations he thought was unneeded it seemed.
Kotomine just stood there impassive as ever.
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The legendary white scarf said to summon an unknown hero that would be the strongest Rider history had ever known was now ash after a lightning bolt had destroyed it. The summoning ritual had gone off without a hitch and after the expected flash of light something unexpected occurred. Before he could get a better look at his servant a lightning bolt had come out of nowhere striking the hero obliterating everything else nearby.
Though he was a heroic servant Waver Velvet now on his ass wasn't sure if he was unharmed. He had no doubt in his mind that the servant was still alive but even they could be hurt given enough force and the force of nature clearly was quite powerful enough to create a small localized explosion.
Before the smoke could clear a voice rang out from the darkness.
"The heavens cry out!" The smoke began to clear.
"The earth cries out!" The glint from his helmet could be seen through the dust.
"The people cry out!" Waver began to stand up unsteadily supporting himself.
"They cry out for me to destroy evil!" The smoke had mostly cleared up by now to reveal a bug like face.
"Listen up, evildoers...I am the warrior of justice, Kamen Rider Stronger!" A wind passes by flicking the white scarf he wore behind him in a dramatic fashion.
"…." A few moments of silence followed as the servant Rider kept the pose, his left fist at his side and his free hand raised to the sky pointing.
Summoning what courage he could Waver then spoke out.
"As the one who summoned you I ask that you the strongest Rider become my servant!"
Waver then found himself on his ass again as pain blossomed throughout his face.
His servant had flicked his forehead! The realization kicked in and confusion turned to anger.
"RIDER WHY DID YOU DO THAT!?" Waver Velvet was outraged.
"Because you insulted me." This comment was met with a blank stare. "My 'name' is Stronger. The 'me' from today is stronger than the 'me' from yesterday. The 'me' from tomorrow will be stronger than the 'me' from today."
Putting his hand out Rider then grabbed onto his master's hand thus pulling him to his feet.
"'Strongest'? That word has no meaning."
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Another flash of light, this one came with train sounds which Kayneth El-Melloi Archibald subconsciously dismissed as something from outside. Rubbing her eyes his fiancé Sola-Ui looked blankly at the servant they had summoned.
The man wore blue armour with a helmet that featured large orange eyes. For some reason the whole thing reminded her of turtles. This was not Diarmuid the Celtic heroic spirit, in fact the figure before them didn't seem remotely Irish at all!
Moving forwards Kayneth spoke with confidence in his voice, even if he failed to summon the right servant clearly his brilliance would compensate by summoning an even stronger one.
"Servant Lancer, as your Master I-"
"Hello young lady." The servant spoke ignoring Kayneth completely. "Mind if I string you along?" Something latched onto the young women's heart at that moment. Perhaps it was magical in nature, perhaps it was love at first sight. Whatever the case she would love to answer 'No I would not mind at all' however all that she said was "Whaaa?"
Gritting his teeth Kayneth tried to regain his hold on the situation. "LANCER!" It was presumptuous to assume that this servant was indeed lancer but he had aimed for a lancer and in his mind if he wanted to summon lancer then lancer was what he would get.
"THAT IS MY FIANCE I SHALL NOT SUFFER ANY ADVANCES FROM YOU TO HER DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" A slight unease settled over the room as Lancer seemed to casually consider his words.
"The fisherman does not advance to his catch but rather reels them in." Furrowing his eye brows his rage seemed to boil.
Yet the confrontation was disarmed. "Dear please, I am your loyal wife, whatever Lancer does I will always be at your side regardless." A white lie designed to stop him from yelling. The charming servant was a much better catch then the blond boisterous boy that she had the misfortune of having a pre-arranged marriage with but then again so was any other male in Japan. Calming down Kayneth went right to business.
"I am your master, do you accept the contract?" The blue armoured figure regarded him once more.
"Normally I'm not one to follow men but your devotion to your women does score a point for you…. I'll be your servant sure." Grinding his teeth that wasn't the answer he wanted, never the less he was Master now and Lancer was indeed his servant.
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It felt wrong, it shouldn't exist, the thing…. It was almost as if Gaia itself was trying to crush its existence. Kariya Mutou convulsed on the ground, summoning his servant was one of the most painful experiences he had ever gone through. After adding the berserk enhancement to the ritual something had been summoned.
No summon was too kind of a word, it was like the presence that he now felt was forced into the world that it did not belong. The figure was coated in a whitish grey miasma, its glowing green eyes pierced through the fog showing unsettling amounts of intellect.
In the background Zouken Mutou grinned as if some private joke was revealed. Unlike his son the man was unaffected. The green eyed berserker stared at the decrepit old man for a moment before turning its attention back to its master. It seemed Zouken and the servant shared an understanding. It was an understanding between two abominations, beings that should not exist yet somehow here, alive and breathing.
Watching his father's cocky face Kariya tightened his grip and slowly but surely stood up.
The connection between him and his servant was already established, the amount of prana involved almost tore his body apart, whoever this servant was Kariya hoped he was strong enough to compensate for the pain he felt.
"Such an unorthodox servant you have summoned my son who is a most unorthodox magus." Grinning he didn't expect the man to live past the first couple days of the war.
"I suppose I should have expected such a thing to occur, if you need anything my door will always be open for you." Words of a kind man coming from the withered depths of an evil one.
Kariya vowed to save Sakura at any cost, this humiliation and pain was nothing.
Clutching his stomach in pain as blood flooded his mouth it looked as if he was bowing to his servant.
Berserker simply stood there wondering when it was time to destroy.
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Shutting off the television an orange haired man holding a book made his way over to a small child whom at this moment was bound and gagged. The room was dark and smelt of blood, why wouldn't it? The house was the site of a recent murder so logically it would of course smell of blood.
"Do you think demons exist, kiddo?" He asked the terrified boy. "All the papers and magazines call me a demon." It was something that the child agreed with completely at this point in time. "But wouldn't that be kinda rude if demons really did exist? You gotta be clear about these things." The man said as if he was talking about the weather or discussing what to have for lunch.
Suddenly he crouched down saluting his captive further terrifying the boy as he drew closer.
"Sup! I'm Uryuu Ryuunosuke, and I'm a demon!" He announced cheerfully. "I dunno if that's how I should be introducing myself. So like, I found this." Waving an ancient looking tome in front of bounded boy he elaborated.
"It's some old book I found in the store house." Flipping through it casually he continued oblivious or uncaring of the child's fear. "It looks like my ancestors were researching how to summon demons. So like I've gotta find out if demons really do exist!" Standing up he sighed. "But y'know … If a demon really did come out, it'd be pretty dumb to just chat with it and have nothing to offer him." He said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"So, kiddo… If a demon really does show up… Mind if we let it kill you?" The child widened his eyes in panic, this murderer was insane he thought. He struggled all he could, he had to get away.
Laughing Uryuu bounced back and forth on a wooden chair. "I wonder what it's like, being killed by a demon. Not many people get to experience- Ow!" A sharp pain coursed through his arm, the source being the back of his right hand. "What's this?" The image of a stylized cobra appeared where the discomfort was before.
And a shining light consumed his vision, the pentagram he had painted using his victims blood earlier was reacting to something.
A purple figure stood before him stretching his neck in what seemed to be a habit of his.
"Hey, who are you? Are you my master?" The man asked. "It vexes me…."
Pausing in amazement he soon replied. "I'm Uryuu Ryuunosuke. I'm unemployed, and I like killing people, pretty much. Especially kids and young women" He spoke the last bit slightly more enthusiastically then the rest.
"I guess the contract's done then, I guess you can call me Caster." The purples man said impatiently. Everything in his blood wanted to kill everyone in the room, he wanted to kill the one who summoned him but if he killed his master he wouldn't be able to fight in the war. It was a pain but it was best if he saved him for last.
"….. Uhh anyways how about a sacrifice? Wanna eat that kid?" He added a bit too joyfully.
The boy who had witnessed the entire thing completely believed that the orange haired man had indeed somehow managed to summon a demon, escape was impossible yet he continued to fight for freedom.
Looking to his master and then the young boy he crouched down grabbing the child by the head, he then picked him up and threw him at the television. However instead of the expected impact the boy simply was sucked in through the reflective surface.
Amazed Uryuu wondered what had happened. "Hey mister what was that?" Pointing at the screen he motioned his master to take a better look.
Squinting Uryuu found himself watching the boy being devoured by a giant purple cobra, it was hard to see in the dark but there was no mistaking what was going on.
"That's… so COOL! YOU'RE AWESOME MAN!" Taken aback by the praise caster was used to fear, scorn and disgust but unadulterated admiration? This was new…. And he liked it.
"You Vex me." He replied in an almost affectionate way. He would absolutely save his master for last and god help anyone who would try and slay him before it was his turn.
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Omake!
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" A cake was presented and to all observers the man in the red suit was insane. He presented the cake to no one, all that stood in front of him was a lake, his assistant half-heartedly blew a party whistle. With a heave of effort he threw the cake into the water.
Suddenly something emerged, the liquid twisted into a shape that could be described as feminine taking the form of a beautiful woman.
"Oh my you shouldn't have." The lady of the lake said. Despite her words she was happy anyone would ever visit her, she was used to giving gifts out such as swords but not receiving anything in return.
Now that she thought about it every person she had gifted a sword to had never gifted her anything in return. On the other hand you had this man Kougami. Not only had she been receiving cakes from him for the last four years but from what she was told he had taken the time to actually bake them all himself! A man who could cook, the idea to such a traditional and old spirit was an interesting one indeed.
"It's your Birthday, everyone deserves a cake on their Birthday it's SPLENDID!" If he didn't know any better he could've sworn that the lady of the lake had blushed.
"Ohhh don't ever change Kougami…. Oh I feel bad that I never get you anything for your Birthday, when is your Birthday anyways?" Smiling at her response he then told her the answer.
"Tomorrow actually, it's how I remember your Birthday so perfectly!"
Turning away in embarrassment the lady of the lake disappeared for a few seconds before reappearing with something in her arms.
"Well uh I know this is early but please accept this gift, I can't give you the whole thing since you're not a hero but…." In her hands was a shard that emanated power. "It's not much bu-"
"SPLENDID!" He was a truly an excitable person.
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