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    That's Hell You're Walking Into... (AU)

    Attention all pimps, playahs, and pain-purveyors! It's your main homie, Avocado-sama!

    Oh Lordy, here I go again, throwing myself into the deep fire of All Man Kind’s Evils… also known as the Fate franchise. And I'm posting on Beast's Lair for the first time so I'll get ripped to pieces 10x the amount! Yay!

    So, this fic was mainly inspired by The Distorted Shadow’s story Tainted Steel, which is really good, go check that out as soon as you can.

    I wanted to play around with Shirou’s past before the fire, so you can consider this fic an AU.

    Chapter One: Spill Theirs...

    It was evening in a small alley right next to a mechanic shop, where his dad worked.

    He sat, slumped against the cold wall...

    Once again, he had been helpless to stop the bullies that had relentlessly picked on him since he and his family moved to Fuyuki months ago.

    There were three of them. Their appearances didn’t matter, their names didn’t matter. The only thing that concerned him was that they had taken his precious toy sword. Sure, he struggled and fought to get it back, but all that got him was a busted lip and a black eye.

    He was one, they were three. The odds were against him.

    He gasped as the one with his sword, the one in the middle, raised his toy sword up… and brought it down on his knee, snapping it in two.

    “Hey!” A deep voice shouted, followed by heavy footsteps.

    The bullies ran at the sound of the voice, laughing as they did.

    The owner of the voice came into view, a middle-aged man, short, gray hair with hints of black, and five o'clock shadow. He wore a gray button-up shirt, and a pair of navy-blue khakis, both stained with black grease, as were his hands.

    This was his dad…

    His father stood there, his eyes narrowing at where bullies had run off to, then he turned to face him.


    He walked towards him.


    He knelt down, looking at his son right in the eyes.


    Brrring! Brrring!

    Rin Tosaka’s alarm clock blasted, making its annoying existence all too prominent.

    Rin was a beautiful young woman with long, wavy, black hair and aqua-blue eyes. Her face scrunched up into a sneer as her eyes looked at the alarm clock with almost enough intensity to kill.

    “Ugh, shut up. Stop it.” She groaned.

    Of course, it didn’t stop. If anything, it seemed to get louder. A siren warning of an intruder… or an annoying neighbor’s car alarm. At this point, both were equally irritating.

    Why couldn’t she just sleep in today? She used way too much magical energy deciphering her father's will, not to mention she did so into the late hours of the night. That meant she was dead tired right now.

    In her sleep-deprived state, she stared at her alarm clock. The arrows pointed directly at seven.

    She had it set for six-thirty, wake up a half-hour earlier for some spare time. But, alas, those extra minutes were already used up.

    She groaned into her pillow as she bargained with herself.

    Sure, it was bad to be late, but couldn’t she be late just this once, or at the very least get to school at the last minute? She was a good student, no one would mind just this once, right?

    Rin stared at the alarm clock for a few more seconds before shutting it off, and getting out of bed.

    Shambling through the cold hallway, she entered the cold living room.

    Seven o’clock, last day of January.

    Fuyuki City was usually rather warm in the winter, but today, this morning was as cold as any other city. She was already shivering, even being able to see her breath indoors. On top of that, she lived alone, so there was no one else in the house to warm it up with the heater.

    It was hot, too hot.

    Was it from the pain, or the burning flames that littered the top of the building he now laid on?

    He longed for the cold winter bite to take its place instead of this painful heat. He could see his reflection in the broken blade stabbed into the concrete, mere inches away from him.

    Golden-brown eyes stared back at him with an empty gaze. His face was bruised and fresh blood poured from the side of his head where he’d been kicked. His body had been put through so much… too much.

    So much fighting, so much killing…

    Not one life he took made a difference. Not any ounce of strength he had could change his fate.

    So there he laid, bloody, beaten, drowning in despair.

    He had failed.

    How… how had it all come to this?

    Unusually, Rin saw no one on the way to school. She thought everyone had decided to sleep in, wrapped in their warm, cozy beds. Unfortunately, she was out in the city streets at seven-thirty, cold, tired, and alone when the place should be filled with students on their way to Homurahara Academy.


    “Oh, Tohsaka? You’re up early today.”

    The magus sighed. “...As I suspected.”

    “Morning. It’s pretty cold today, huh?” A girl said walking towards her with a can of coffee.

    She was an auburn-haired girl, strong-looking but still rather pretty. She wore a traditional kyudo uniform.

    Her name was Ayako Mitsuzuri, Rin’s classmate in 2-A, and there were quite a few stories about her.

    Rin gave a hum of agreement. “Good morning, Mitsuzuri-san. Please excuse the abrupt question, but do you know what time it is?”

    Ayako gave her a look. “Huh? It's almost seven. Are you still asleep?”

    He woke up, his head was pounding. He tried to get up but someone pushed him back down.

    “W-Who…?” He asked, alarmed.

    “Shhhh, it’s alright.” A melodious, feminine voice comforted. “You were in a horrible accident, my love.”

    His mind froze at how she addressed him. “H-Huh…? Who… who are you?”

    “Oh no… it must’ve been worse than I thought.” He heard her say, his vision still swimming. “How much do you remember, my love?”

    How much did he remember…?

    His heart skipped a beat as he realized he didn’t remember anything!

    Then the pain intensified even further. “Argh!”

    “Are you alright, my love!?” The woman exclaimed in concern.

    His headache spiked again, even more painful than before.

    Walking through what could only be described as Hell.

    The heat…

    The screams…

    Throwing away everything he could to survive…

    That face… the face of the man that saved him. The tears in his eyes, and the absolute joy on his face for finding someone still alive…

    He looked so happy. Almost as if he’d been saved, and not him.

    “You’re alive… You’re alive… You’re alive!”

    Even on the verge of death, he felt jealous of that man... wondering if he could ever be that happy.

    Another pulse of pain as a new memory surfaced.

    That man - no, his father was there. The moon was full, the sky was dark and a little cloudy.

    His father had lamented the dream he could no longer follow.

    “Leave it to me… your dream. I’ll be a hero in your place!”

    “Ugh...” He groaned as the pain turned to a dull throbbing instead. “I’m fine now, I think I remembered a few things...”

    He shook his head, his vision was clear now…

    “Do you remember me?” The beautiful voice called to him again.

    He turned, and he saw the most gorgeous woman he’d ever seen. Silky blonde locks that cascaded down her back, generous curves, red eyes… almost like blood. She wore a black dress that clung to her figure.

    He shook his head, slightly mesmerized by her beauty.

    She looked sad at his response and sighed. “That’s okay, that’s… normal. You’ll remember everything in time.”

    She took his hand in hers and smiled lovingly. “I’m Estelle, and you’re my fiancée...”

    He blinked, his lips parted slightly.

    He was engaged!?

    “Do you… do you remember your name…?”

    He shook his head again.

    “That’s alright. Your name is...”

    Ayako had dragged Rin into the empty archery range to hang out before practice started. Mainly so they could talk about nonsense… like the competition they were having to see who could get a boyfriend first.

    But not any guy would do, it had to be someone they actually loved and it would have to be a relationship so good it would make the other jealous.

    They heard a trio of muffled voices, and then the door to the archery range slid open.

    “Shit!” A voice, male, cursed…


    Rin and Ayako winced, that sounded painful.

    “Sempai!” A second voice shouted, this one female.

    “Shirou!” Another female voice yelled, this one with an accent.

    “Oh no!” The second voice yelled in panic.


    “Ack!” The first voice exclaimed painfully.

    Rin and Ayako gave a wry smile, that sounded a lot less painful.


    Rin and Ayako turned to see two students fallen on top of each other and another fretting over both of them.

    The first one, the one that had fallen first, was a boy. His messy, dark-red hair was almost long enough to reach his shoulders, it obviously wasn’t a style and more likely due to neglect. Although the lazy, but slightly pained, expression on his handsome face contrasted the fire that seemed to burn in his hazel flame-like eyes. He wore the Homurahara Academy male uniform, a brown blazer and dress pants, with a black shirt underneath. He also had a black glove over his left hand.

    He groaned. “I’m going to be feeling that for the rest of the day, ow.”

    Ayako sighed. “I swear, Emiya-san, you’re just like Fujimura-sensei.”

    This was Shirou Emiya, seventeen years old, normally he would’ve been a second-year like Rin and Ayako, but he went missing two years ago, missing nearly the entire school year. He came back near the end of their first school year without much fanfare, and because he missed so much school, he was held back a year.

    Rin found his disappearance extremely suspicious, and as such, confronted the Fake Priest, Kirei Kotomine, about the matter. Rin had pressed Kirei for information, but as it turned out, the situation revolving around Shirou was heavily classified. Apparently, the Church and the Association had to get involved in the matter, and Shirou was let go after having his memories of the event erased.

    ...Oddly merciful of the Church and Association.

    As it turned out, Shirou was the son of a former Burial Agency member, Yamahiro Kusanagi, who decided to leave to Moonlit World behind and settle down in Japan years before the Fourth Holy Grail War started. After the fire, the great disaster that struck Fuyuki’s City Hall, as well as the whole residential district, he was adopted by the Master of Saber, Kiritsugu Emiya… the Magus Killer.

    That damned priest kept on smiling as he saw how Rin paled further and further at how he described, and brought forth examples of Kiritsugu’s absolute ruthlessness… and how he had been the one to cause the disaster ten years ago, taking Shirou’s true father from him.

    Normally, Rin would've used this as an opportunity to study magecraft with another person as a reference, but Shirou was seemingly ignorant of the Moonlit World.

    Unfortunately, Kirei explained both of his fathers had decided against teaching him magecraft.

    Another unfortunate circumstance was that many rumors about him once he came back. Most of them being about him joining the Yakuza… though considering his legal guardian was Taiga Fujimura, it was a logical conclusion, if not a slight overreaction.

    Despite Shirou’s usual laid-back and lazy expression, and the rumors surrounding him, he was a pretty nice guy, always up for helping people when they asked him. Though there was a limit, even for him, he at least knew how to say “no”, that was good at least.

    Most of his work usually went towards helping Issei Ryuudou, the student council president, with fixing broken school equipment. It was quite odd for the student council president to be associating with someone who most of the student body had labeled a delinquent.

    Shirou sighed. “You know I’m not much of a morning person anymore Mitsuzuri-san, but come on, cut me some slack.”

    “Not much of a morning person, eh?” Ayako raised an eyebrow. “Considering the position you’re in with Matou-chan, I’d have to disagree, you seem quite energetic this morning.”

    Rin brought her attention to the person laying on top of Shirou.

    She was a young woman with violet hair styled with a red-pink ribbon on the left side… the very same ribbon Rin gave her when they were kids. Her figure was curvier than nearly every girl in school, not to mention her sizable assets. She wore the Homurahara Academy female uniform, a brown vest over a white dress shirt, and a black, knee-length skirt.

    This was Sakura Matou, Rin’s former sister.

    She had been dating Shirou for the past four months.

    She groaned as she pushed herself up, looking down on Shirou. “Sorry, sempai.”

    Shirou shrugged. “It’s fine. I swear, that little ledge when you open the door gets higher everyday.”

    The third person sighed as she picked up both of them to their feet effortlessly. “Both of you need to watch where you’re going.”

    She was a blonde woman, seemingly in her late teens, of European descent. She was beautiful, elegant, and her green, emerald-like eyes spoke of experience far beyond her age. Slender physique, soft skin… she was almost unreal in how beautiful she was, nearly ethereal. She wore the Homurahara Academy female uniform just like Sakura did.

    Her name was Artoria Griffiths, an “exchange student” from Wales. Her arrival in Fuyuki was a little too convenient, but judging by the Command Seals on her left hand, Rin could more than make an accurate guess as to why she was here.

    ...One of her competitors for the Holy Grail.

    ...And at her own school, what were the odds? But this was a war between experienced magi, it wasn’t like a majority of the Masters were going to be from her own school.

    Shortly after her transfer, she joined the kendo club and became the star member in two days.

    Artoria was an odd person, her inherent charisma made her popularity surpass Rin’s in a matter of weeks since she got here… yet she gravitated towards Shirou, the school’s handyman/possible actual yakuza member/Star of The Archery Club.

    No, she wasn’t jealous of her rapid popularity… or the closeness both of them had with Shirou…


    Shirou covered his mouth as he let out a yawn. “Morning Captain, morning Tohsaka-san, what’s up? You two talking about the ‘Boyfriend Contest’ thing again?”

    Rin’s head snapped to Ayako. “You told him!?”

    The girl in question gave him a shrug. “Eh, it wasn’t like any of us made progress in it, and it was a good ice breaker.”

    “But still!” Rin exclaimed.

    Shirou shrugged. “Besides, neither of you have gotten confessions in months.”

    The two turned around, giving him a serious look. “...And how would you know that?”

    Artoria and Sakura also gave him a look.

    He looked confused for a second before his eyes widened slightly. “Oh yeah, that’s right, the entire school body unanimously agreed to leave you two out of the gossip loop.”

    “Gossip loop…?” Rin and Ayako asked.

    Shirou sighed. “Alright, I’m going to rip the bandaid off. The whole school thinks you two have the hots for each other.”

    Their faces turned red. “What!? Why!?”

    Shirou gave them a bland look. “Have you two ever heard your own conversations before? They’re riddled with such an unbelievable amount of sexual tension that it’s a miracle neither of you have dragged each other into a closet yet. ”


    He smiled. “We even have a betting pool going on.”


    “Pffft!” Shirou started laughing at their shocked and scandalized reactions… then Artoria elbowed him in the side.

    “Ack!” He exclaimed in pain as the Welsh exchange student dragged him out of the archery range.

    “I’ll handle this one...” The blonde said menacingly as she left.

    “Ah, Sempai!” Sakura yelled as she hurriedly followed behind.

    Rin sighed as the embarrassment subsided. This day was going to be a trial.

    He stared at his shaking, blood-stained hands… then at the dead body of his assailant at his feet.

    Everything had gone to hell minutes after he woke up.

    The explosion… that man… no. That was no man, that was a monster, one that had killed everyone left and right… then the escape that they barely pulled off…

    That monster sent people after them. They took Estelle, he had to save her, but…

    He looked at the body again… he dropped the brick he used to bash the man’s face in.

    He had just killed a man…

    This wasn’t right. He was supposed to save people, not kill them...

    “Hey! Watch out” A voice shouted snapping him out of his shocked state.

    Now once again alerted to the world around him, he saw a few men rushing him.

    That’s right, there was more than just one guy…

    Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

    With the loud thunder of a gun being fired, they dropped dead, bullets in their skulls.

    Shirou turned to the source of the shots. He backed away as he saw a man with a still-smoking gun approaching him, said gun trained on him as he moved.

    For the lack of a better word, the man looked professional. Almost like an officer or a detective, combed brown hair, sunglasses, white dress shirt, and a pair of black dress pants.

    The man lowered his gun, giving him a mocking smirk. “Heh, you’re a fucking rabbit in the headlights, aren’t you?”

    He said nothing…

    “Don’t worry, I’m not here to hurt you. Can you speak?”

    “Y-Yeah...” He said, eyeing the gun in the man’s hand.

    “Lovely, now come with me.” The man began walking away. “I have a car around the corner, I’ll fill you in on the shit you don’t know...”

    He blinked, staring at the man’s retreating form…

    He glanced at the bodies… should he follow him? Someone that ruthless and merciless? Someone who could take a life so easily and not even bat an eye…

    “Fuck’s sake come on!” The man shouted.

    He jumped a little, startled, but began walking at a brisk pace.

    For now, this guy was his best option.

    Rin… had screwed up.

    Kirei had informed her that today was the last day to summon a Servant, and that she was the only one that hadn’t gotten it out of the way yet.

    So, she summoned her Servant. At 2 a.m. which would have her at the peak of her magical power. The thing was… she forgot the clocks in her house were running an hour early, meaning she summoned her Servant at 1 a.m. instead of the appropriate time.

    At first, when nothing appeared after the summoning ritual was conducted, Rin thought the worst.

    ...Then her living room exploded.

    Turns out that her botched ritual meant her Servant got dropped in… through her roof.

    Rin stared at him, the man sat in the middle of the rubble in a position that screamed arrogance.

    He was a tall man, tan skin, spiky white hair, steel gray eyes. He wore a red coat with black body armor and pants.

    ...No discernible weapon on him either.

    “Hmmm, it seems I’ve been summoned.” The man said in a dismissive tone. “I am Servant… Saber?”

    He seemed confused by his class.

    But Rin did not care, because…

    “Yes! I did it! I summoned Saber!” She yelled gleefully.

    ...That glee did not last as her Servant proved to be incredibly irritating, and she wasted a Command Seal trying to get him to be obedient. That and he lost his memories due to her failure of a summoning.

    All in all, it was a wonderful start to the Holy Grail War.

    Rin sighed, it didn’t matter, she could work with this. At least she had finally joined the Holy Grail War. Not to mention she obtained the strongest class. It was only a matter of time before she won the Grail.

    Rin sighed. “Let’s go on patrol for the night.”

    She might as well get something productive done tonight.

    Nothing happened that night aside from losing a few hours of sleep.

    They patrolled the city, looking for any other Servants that would be roaming around, but since Saber was one of the three knight Servants, he could only sense others while in close proximity.

    The next day, Rin decided to take Saber around town to familiarize him with the area.

    Fuyuki City could actually be considered to be two towns. Miyama Town, where older houses and more traditional builds were located, and Shinto, where more modern development was progressing. Both towns being separated by the river that ran through the center of the city.

    Rin and her amnesiac Servant shot a mostly straight line from her house in Miyama Town to Shinto, crossing the bridge connecting the two towns and finally ending up in the park which was the aftermath of the Fourth War.

    “So, this is Shinto’s park. Now that we’ve seen all the important locations, what are your thoughts?” Rin asked Saber standing next to her, not that she could see him since he was in spiritual form.

    He hummed. “It’s a big park. Is there a reason no one’s here?”

    Rin smiled sardonically. “So it shows, huh? There’s some history to this place. It was the aftermath of the previous war.”

    The park was mostly barren, as usual. The park was huge and well organized, it would’ve made an excellent playground for children, but with such a dark history tied to the area, no one really goes here.

    Everything here seemed a touch or two grimmer than it had any right to be. A thick sorrow and melancholy reeked through the air, it just felt wrong.

    As they walked through the park, Rin came across someone they didn’t expect to encounter.

    About a few meters away was one Shirou Emiya sitting on a bench as he stared ahead, his expression was an odd mix of downcast and nostalgia.

    “Ah, Emiya-kun, what brings you around here?” Rin asked, getting his attention. She was still miffed about his antics yesterday, but she did have an image to maintain.

    ...An image she just realized she shattered because she skipped school today.

    Shirou blinked, and turned to face Rin. “Oh, Tohsaka-san, nice to see you. I’m just… reminiscing. I used to live here before the fire happened.”

    Oh, good, he didn’t question it.

    Rin nodded, pitying the redhead, she too knew what it was like to lose her family. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

    He leaned back, his posture relaxing slightly. “It’s fine. Stay safe, Tohsaka-san.”

    “You too Emiya-kun.” Hopefully there was honor among thieves and he didn’t snitch on her.

    ...There would be stitches to deliver if he did.

    And with that, Rin began walking away. She noticed how Saber lingered where Shirou was for a few seconds before making his way back to her.

    It had been a few days since he had been picked up by the mysterious man.

    As it turned out, the world was a rather small place, because that man was his uncle. Like his actual, blood-related uncle.

    His name was Jimmy, a member of the Burial Agency, he was a former student of the Wizard Marshall, Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg… one of the ones that went insane.

    The reason why Zelretch’s students went crazy most of the time was due to said students getting cocky and biting off more than they could chew. Jimmy was no exception, but he got off better than most. A small mishap with the Multi-Dimensional Refraction Phenomenon and Jimmy had been fused with multiple versions of himself throughout the multiverse.

    Turned out to have more benefits than not. All the personalities were still governed over by Jimmy’s original consciousness, and he had multiple lives because of the fusions, allowing him to take far more risky missions.

    He learned many things from Jimmy, firearms training, how to properly use his Magic Circuits, the fact that his father was a retired member of the Burial Agency, and the history behind his adopted father, Kiritsugu.

    ...It had been a rather harsh few days.

    He couldn’t accept that he had to kill others to save Estelle, but with the situation as it was now, he didn’t really have a choice.

    ...And Jimmy put it in a way he couldn’t argue with.

    If you go off and get yourself fucking killed, how are you going to save your girl?

    He hated that he couldn’t refute his point. He hated that he couldn't save everyone. That everyone couldn’t be happy.

    Even after learning about the things Kiritsugu had done, he still believed in that ideal passed onto him. To be a hero.

    “Hey, kid!” Jimmy called as he walked into the hotel room they shared. “Think it’s about time I taught you a new trick.”

    He raised his arm and pulled down his sleeve, his arm turning into shiny metal.

    “It’s called Alteration,” he explained. “This should be a far better addition to your toolkit than Projection will be. I mean sure, Projection is rather complicated and for someone of your age to have it down that well is impressive… but it’s rather useless.”

    His arm turned back to normal.

    “It may take a bit to get down, but your proficiency with Structural magecraft is outstanding, and when thrown in with this, you’ll take to it like fish to water.”

    The boy blinked. “What’s wrong with Projection?”

    Jimmy collapsed backwards on his bed. “Projection makes a hollow construct out of mana or od, usually the caster’s pick. Anyway, the constructs are fragile and disappear soon after they’re made, and it’s not useful for much other than making some tools you forgot or scaring the piss out of a magically unaware jackass.”

    “Here’s a better example,” He unsheathed the knife on his side. “Think of this knife as having a power of… three. Now if you use Projection to recreate it, you just wasted ten units of energy to make another power level three knife. Now, let’s say you use Reinforcement instead, you now have a knife that’s a power level of twenty or thirty depending on how good you are with it. Now, apply that to Alteration.”

    The boy’s eyes widened. “I could increase my own body’s power and speed even further through reinforcing the altered parts of my body!”

    “Exactly!” Jimmy grinned. “Just remember, if you come across an obstacle you can’t overcome with the tools you have, then become something that can.”

    He nodded, the words struck a chord with him. “...I see.”

    “Now, get off your ass, let’s get training. Your whole ‘hero’ shtick is a pain in the ass, but I ain’t having you die on me.”

    “You got it, Uncle Jimmy!”

    “Heh, ‘Uncle Jimmy’, never thought I’d hear the day...”

    It was only after school the next day that things finally picked up.

    It was night, all the students had left, and in the middle of the courtyard stood a blue-haired man. He was shirtless, showing off his great physique and the red tattoos on the right side of his torso, and his right arm. He wore a moon-shaped pendant around his neck, silver earrings, and tight, blue pants with armored shoes. In his hands was a dangerous looking red spear.

    It was obvious this was a Servant, the sheer amount of mana coming off of him would wash away any doubts if there even was any. That meant the spear in his hands was his Noble Phantasm.

    And even more obviously, he was the Lancer Servant.

    “Oi!” He greeted them with a grin. “I’m Servant Berserker. Now, if we could get to the fighting, that would be great.”

    ...Or maybe not.

    Rin scoffed. “You’re Berserker? With a spear like that? Not to mention being as coherent as you are.”

    The Servant that had claimed to be Berserker shrugged. “Eh, what rule said Berserkers couldn't have weapons? And besides, my Mad Enhancement is tied to one of my abilities, I’m as sane as you’re going to get as long as I don’t use it.”

    Saber stepped forward, in front of Rin. “If you’re Berserker...” his hands flashed brightly for a moment before revealing a pair of black and white Chinese swords. “...then I must be a sword-wielding Archer.”

    Saber’s smirk seemed slightly strained, as if he couldn’t believe he just said that.

    Berserker grinned. “Oh, Saber right off the bat? This’ll be fun!”

    “Master, get a safe distance away, and stay on guard for the one holding Berserker’s leash.” The red Servant said without turning around.

    Rin didn’t need to be told twice as she used Reinforcement on her legs and took off with incredible speed. She hid behind the trees at the edge of the courtyard as she observed the battle about to take place. While her eyes were focused on the two Servants, she took out a few jewels from her coat, making sure to not be taken by surprise by the enemy Master.

    The young magus stood mesmerized as the two combatants lunged at each other, streaks of blue and red trailed through the courtyard as the sounds of blades clashing sang a most entrancing melody.

    Jimmy was dying...

    He took a bullet meant for him, sacrificing his life to save him.

    They had been together for four months.

    Four months of brutal bloodshed. Four months of formal training in magecraft. Four months of his ideas being challenged at every turn.

    ...And now the one that helped him through it all was about to leave him.

    Throughout their bloodsoaked adventure, Jimmy had been losing life after life, constantly pulling him out of the fire whenever he bit off more than he could chew, or giving one up so they could go just a little bit farther, but now…

    Jimmy sighed, blood leaking from his mouth as he sat slumped in the elevator. “End of the line for me, kid.”

    The boy grit his teeth as he put pressure over the bullet wound. “End of the line my ass! I’m getting you through this!”

    His uncle raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Immediately, the boy felt a shock through his mind, as if a dam had been broken.

    Images flashed through his head.

    A purpled-haired girl… a friend.

    A brown-haired woman… someone he considered a sister.

    A Japanese style mansion… a home.

    The boy blinked and shook his head. “W-What the hell!?”

    “When I first examined you, I found traces of magecraft mainly used to manipulate memories...” He explained. “I saw an opportunity in you, a way to finally kill this bastard. So, instead of breaking the mind fuck they gave you and sending you home, I crafted you into my own weapon… dragged you further into my grudge match.”

    The boy looked at Jimmy in shock. “Jimmy… you…!”

    “...But I finally realized it… and like always, I figured it out just before it was too late.” Jimmy took his sunglasses off, his golden-brown eyes stared back at him. “I finally realized what you are… to me. It’s bloody good having a friend… Shirou.”

    Tears welled up in Shirou’s eyes. “Goddammit, Jimmy! Shut up and let me save you already, this shit can wait!”

    Jimmy coughed up some blood. “Right now… you should start remembering bits… and pieces… those are your memories Shirou… they’re you. Trust them.”

    “Fucking fuck, Jimmy!” Shirou’s mind raced a mile a minute to think up a solution to save the only blood-related family he had left.

    "Shirou... you were your father's hero... you were Kiritsugu's hero.... you're my hero. You don't have to be everyone's hero. Just be ours..."

    Shirou was silent as the life finally left Jimmy.

    He barely noticed the ding of the elevator as it reached the top floor.


    Rin was so entranced by the battle before her that she almost didn’t hear the broom that fell down near the archery range.

    “Who’s there!?” Berserker shouted.

    “Shit!” A panicked voice bellowed.

    Rin turned to see a flash of familiar red hair before whoever it was dived headfirst into one of the windows and into the school.

    The young magus stared dumbly as Berserker chased after the student who she had a rather good idea of who they actually were.

    She noticed Saber wasn’t doing anything.

    “Saber, what are you doing?”

    “Resting.” He said with a straight face. “Berserker probably went to eliminate the witness. Now that he’s busy, I can catch my breath.”

    For an instant, Rin’s thoughts freeze.

    “...Follow him, Saber! I’ll-”


    The second story window shattered as Berserker was sent sailing through the air.

    As both Master and Servant turned to face the falling Berserker, it seemed that Saber had the biggest look of shock out of the two of them.


    Now, after everything, here he lay staring at his own hollow eyes as the life drained from his body.

    The apostle that had started this mess, the one that Jimmy held a grudge towards for years… he had won.

    ...and Shirou Emiya was no hero. He had saved no one, he had killed everyone, and everything he had held dearly had slipped through his fingers like sand.

    He failed not only Jimmy, but he also failed Kiritsugu…

    So, here he laid, amongst bodies and flames. It was like a repeat of the events all those years ago… the end of the Fourth Holy Grail War.

    Shirou’s head pulsed with pain, he couldn’t tell if it was from the kick the apostle gave him after the long-fought battle he endured or something else, he didn’t really care.

    A memory…

    He was being bullied by some kids when he was younger… before the fire.

    He was being bullied by some local kids because they thought his hair color was weird. They broke the toy sword his father had given him for his birthday. He tried fighting them, but was beaten up.

    His dad came across the scene and drove them off.

    His father stood there, his eyes narrowing at where bullies had run off to, then he turned to face his son.


    He walked towards him.


    He knelt down, looking his son right in the eyes.


    The man paused.

    “That’s what my old man called me,” he clarified. “And I proved him right... Let’s just say I did some very bad things that I regret. Now, I love you Shirou, and I'll never call you anything but your name. But you got to decide... are you going to lay down there, and swallow that blood in your mouth? Or, are you going stand up, spit it out, and go spill theirs?”

    BGM: Bleach OST - Stand Up Be Strong

    Shirou blinked, then he was back, staring at the broken blade showing his reflection.

    He felt a spark in him, a burst of life that he had never felt before.

    It was like…

    It was as if the boy that had died in that fire all those years ago never truly died. There was still something in him left. It was minuscule, but it was still there, and it sparked, bursting into a raging fire that filled his being.

    Shirou stared at his reflection, his eyes no longer hollow.

    He smiled, just a simple genuine smile.

    He struggled to push himself off the ground.

    “I am the Bloodstained Blade.”

    On his knees, he tossed the broken sword in his hand away.

    “Steel is my body, and my blood is of fire.”

    His body began to heat up, but he didn’t care.

    “Tempered in the blood of countless lives.”

    He pushed od through his circuits, trying to Reinforce his body.

    “Not once have I shown mercy,Nor stopped moving forward.”

    His body felt like it was burning when he pushed his circuits further, they were already past their limit. He stood up.

    “The bearer of rage lies here - alone - forging his body into a terrible monster.”

    Flames slowly began to consume his body, but they did not burn him, they reforged him. His body turning into a human-shaped mass of sharpened steel.

    “Thus, the fires of my forge burn ever bright.”

    Before the flames consumed his head, he spat out the blood in his mouth.

    “For I am, the Demon of Blades.”

    Berserker managed to land on his feet, his lip was busted, and on the side of his face was the imprint of a fist along with a few cuts on the area. For some reason, the side of his face where he was hit seemed like it was smoking, as if he had gotten burned.

    The Servant wiped away the blood from his lips. “What the hell was that!?”

    The exposed hallway through the broken window lit up with an orange glow. A mass of flames shot out from the broken window and crashed into the center of the courtyard.

    Rin had to cover her eyes, she’d never seen such bright flames before.

    A deep, guttural growl reverberated throughout the courtyard.

    The flames dissipated in an instant, leaving embers to flow in the wind like sakura petals. It was beautiful and mesmerizing, but the thing in the center of this display of beauty was anything but.

    It was made of blades…

    Its head almost seemed like a demonic samurai helmet, its eyes were black voids with red dots in the center, a small stream of flames leaked from its right eye. It’s body was shaped like a human’s, but it was made of sharpened and jagged steel. Flames leaked from the gaps in its body. Jagged teeth made up its mouth, sharp claws made its hands, deadly talons made its feet.

    It was a living weapon of destruction...

    It stood about as tall as Rin’s Saber, which only made its intimidating appearance even fiercer.

    Ironically, it was Rin who found her voice, and not the Heroic Spirits. “Is… is that a Servant?”

    Saber shook his head. “...Look at its left hand, Rin.”

    Her eyes moved, and on the monster’s left hand, was a set of Command Seals.

    The monstrous Master turned to face Berserker, its red eyes glowed with malicious intent as he stalked towards the Servant.

    ...Whatever this thing was, it was a Master.

    ...And it was ready for a fight.


    On that fateful night…

    A boy that should have stayed dead in the fires of evil came back…

    A hill of swords transformed into an endless world of flame containing his ultimate weapon…

    A Sword turned into a Blade…

    And Shirou Emiya became a Hero…

    Chapter End

    As a few of you can already tell, Shirou’s backstory here is based on an action movie called Hardcore Henry. Well, less based, and more copy-paste but Nasuverse...ified… or something along those lines.

    Updates for this will be slow since this story is just something so I don't burn myself out on my main story on FF, QQ, and SB, With Nothing but Mercy.

    Also, here's a sketch I made of what Shirou looks like in that blade monster form of his, I call it Blade Trigger... have a cookie if you get the reference.


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    Jester of the Moon Cell's Sovereign Kieran's Avatar
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    Ah - this seems promising. You've certainly put a fair amount of work into your background, which is always appreciated; though I do wonder how you'll slot devils into the Nasuverse's concept of "demons" . . .

    Still, looking forward to more.
    “Love will be cruel to who it entices — love will have its sacrifices.”

    — Carmilla Theme

    "Evil isn't the real threat to the world. Stupid is just as destructive as Evil, maybe more so, and it's a hell of a lot more common. What we really need is a crusade against Stupid. That might actually make a difference."

    ―Jim Butcher, Vignette

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    The thing is, this isn't a crossover with Devil May Cry, we got no Devil here.

    I call the transformation Blade Trigger because it was a funny DMC reference.

    How Shirou turns into...that will be explained in detail in the coming chapters. Oh Lordy, there will be detail. But I'll give your the TL;DR.

    As the last bit of the chapter implies, Shirou no longer has Unlimited Blade Works. Instead, he's got the Demon of Blades.

    The things that inspired it were how Nrvnqsr Chaos uses his Reality Marble, how Kiritsugu uses his RM for Time Alter, Oda's unconventional use of her RM in her Summer form (She can use her RM as a fucking JoJo Stand), and every time Shirou got fucked over by UBW messing with Avalon's healing powers/Archer's arm destroying his body in the HF route.

    You'll see just what Blade Trigger can do next chapter, and it's fucking insane. It's almost the complete opposite of UBW.

    UBW = Glass cannon AOE build.

    Blade Trigger = DPS Tank build.

    The fucking cannon turned into diamond and now he's beating you over the head with it!

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    Ah - I sit corrected. My apologies, and I still look forward to the next.
    “Love will be cruel to who it entices — love will have its sacrifices.”

    — Carmilla Theme

    "Evil isn't the real threat to the world. Stupid is just as destructive as Evil, maybe more so, and it's a hell of a lot more common. What we really need is a crusade against Stupid. That might actually make a difference."

    ―Jim Butcher, Vignette

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    Chapter Two: The Demon of Blades

    Rin stared as the metal monstrosity stalked towards Berserker, it’s every step scorching the Earth. Smoke stubbornly clung to it like a devoted lover.

    Just as it was about to pass Rin and Saber, its head turned, and the red-hot dots that made its eyes met Rin’s aqua blues.

    Though it was inhuman, devoid of any facial expression known to man, its eyes held something she took note of.


    It was small, almost like it was saying, “Oh, it’s you.”

    The monster’s gaze seemed almost dismissive…

    What was a mere instant felt like an eternity for Rin. This thing radiated power, it was like a god damned beacon that shone might with its very presence. It was absolutely unreal.

    As its eyes left hers, Rin let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

    The bladed beast continued its stride towards Berserker, stopped just a meter in front of him. It crossed its arms as if waiting for a reply.

    Berserker blinked a few times before chuckling. “Well, ain’t this a surprise? You socked me pretty good back there, and you’ve got my Master spooked. Who’d have thought the 10th Apostle Ancestor would be a Master in the Holy Grail War?”

    Rin paled. “He’s what!?”

    “But, as a Master of the Grail War, you know that we can’t have witnesses.” Berserker pointed out. “I’m going to have to ask you to step aside so I can get rid of him. You know, Master’s orders and all...”

    The metallic monster’s fanged maw opened. “And if I refuse?”

    Its voice was deep, hoarse, rumbling, even a little demonic.

    The Berserker spearman pointed his weapon at the monster. “Then I’m going to have to cut you down.”

    The Apostle Ancestor seemed to… smile. He spread his arms out in a rather arrogant display, as if he were inviting the Servant’s spear.

    “Then you will have to cut me down.” He declared in a boisterous tone.

    Rin stared with her jaw dropped, she saw Saber and Berserker with similar expressions of bemusement.

    Was… was this guy actually trying to pick a fight with a Servant!?

    The young Magus couldn’t wrap her head around it. Why in the world would a Master endanger himself by fighting a Servant?

    Was he trying to protect Shirou?

    No, definitely no. Kirei made it all too clear what kind of sadistic creatures the Apostles were, but that just made this particular Ancestor’s actions all the more confusing.

    Even more confusing, Berserker said this monster was the 10th Apostle Ancestor, which didn’t make sense since Nrvnqsr Chaos held that spot from what she remembered.

    Though… it didn’t seem like it would matter much longer.

    Berserk laughed. “I like you, you’ve got guts!” He took a stance with his crimson spear. “Though you caught me off guard with that sneak attack of yours, you hit like a truck, but don’t expect to land another hit after that.”

    The monster paused. “You thought that was a hard hit? That was just a love tap.”

    The blue-haired Servant blinked. “You’re bluffing.”

    The claim was made with utter certainty.

    Rin had to agree as well.

    As impressive as the Ancestor’s power was, there was no way he would be able to stand up to a Servant.

    Sure the Twenty-seven Dead Apostle Ancestors were shining examples of the power inhuman existences could achieve in this era, but outside of those who knew True Magic, like Zelretch… all were merely third-rate compared to the Heroic Spirits of the Age of Gods.

    The Ancestor causally closed the distance between him and Berserker, his fist reared back. “Then let’s see if I’m just blowing hot air.”

    Berserker obliged him and held his spear up, an almost mocking smile on his face.

    If Rin wasn’t still in a state of shock, she would’ve sighed at the utter embarrassing scene that would’ve likely played out. At the very least, Berserker would be getting rid of what was undoubtedly the most dangerous enemy Master

    BGM: Fate/Stay Night: Unlimited Blade Works OST - Souls to Fight

    As the wrought-iron monster’s bladed fist came down, it blazed with a furious inferno. A mass of sparks flew as it made contact. Flames exploded like a shockwave, the ground cratered due to the immense physical force unleashed.

    ...Berserker was sent flying, his speeding body made contact with the walls surrounding Homurahara Academy, which shattered much like Rin’s world view.

    “What… the...”

    “...Hell.” Saber finished for her.

    Without missing a beat, Berserker burst from the pile of rubble. He crossed the distance between him and the Ancestor in an instant, and trusted his crimson spear at it with a vicious grin on his face.

    Rin couldn’t tell if the Ancestor had moved, or if Berserker was off with his aim, because his trust completely missed the monster.

    The Servant trusted his spear again, aiming for its head.

    He missed.

    Though this time it was made much clearer that the monstrous Master had moved. His head was tilted, the edge of the blade just missing him.

    “You sure showed me! Not only are you strong as hell, but you’re just as fast!” Berserker exclaimed in bloodthirsty joy. “I like you even more now!”

    The Ancestor laughed. “Glad to hear it, now let’s get to the part where I kick your ass!”

    The stance the Ancestor took was extremely familiar to Rin.

    His guard was raised high, covering in front of his face, elbows flared, exposing where his ribs should be. His hips, squared and facing towards Berserker. He seemed to be doing a sort of marching rhythm, shifting his weight from his left foot to his right constantly.

    Rin connected the dots. “Is that a Muay Thai stance?”

    The sound of a blade cutting the air was heard as the monster lashed out with a kick, a streak of fire accompanying its arc.

    It was faster than Rin could comprehend. By the time she knew what was already happening, a clang turned into a loud boom. A shower of sparks turned into a shockwave of fire and heat that made the cold winter wind feel like scorching summer gales. Chunks of earth were uprooted as the very ground beneath them cracked.

    And through the inferno, the embers, and the scorched earth, Rin saw something that made it very clear that what she saw before was no fluke.

    ...Berserker, blocking the Ancestor’s strike, his crimson spear shaking as he struggled to hold back the brutal, but precise blow. The blue-haired Servant grinning as if he was having the time of his life as he fought against a Master.

    A Master, a being of this era, matching a hero of the past, from the Age of Gods, blow for blow.

    Rin couldn’t take her eyes off the spectacle before her. “This… this is illegal, right?”

    She let out a squeak as Saber grabbed her and jumped away from the ongoing fight.

    “H-Hey!” She exclaimed.

    “Rin, that battle is too dangerous to be close by, observing from the rooftops is our safest option.” Her Servant explained. “Let them wear each other out, we might be able to pick off the winner.”

    Rin nodded, not really paying attention to what her Servant said, her focus was solely on the sounds of the epic battle behind them.

    They landed on the roof of the school, and Rin rushed to the safety fence at the edge to continue viewing the fight.

    It had escalated in the short time her eyes were taken off it.

    A streak of silver and flame dashed across the courtyard, as did a streak of blue and red.

    An explosion rocked the school every time they clashed, sending debris flying and turning the courtyard into a black, scorched mess filled with craters.

    “Saber...” Rin’s voice was quiet, almost a whisper. “...can we beat something like that?”

    She received no answer…

    While slightly irritated, she dared not take her eyes off the duel below. “Saber?”

    No answer again…

    This time, Rin turned to give her Servant a piece of her mind. Her words died in her mouth when she saw his face…

    He looked at the ongoing battle with a mix of dreed and confusion, despite his tanned skin, he looked pale as a ghost. He was practically frozen, a few steps away from genuinely terrified.

    She gulped, did that thing down there really scare her Servant that much? He was fine a moment ago. “S-Saber?”

    “H-Huh!?” He exclaimed, startled.

    “Saber,” The authority came back into her voice. “Can we beat that Ancestor?”

    Saber looked between his Master and the fight going down in the courtyard.

    “I wouldn’t know until I tried.” He answered.

    It wasn’t an answer Rin was satisfied with, but considering the circumstances…

    Then her Servant began to elaborate. “Every strike it makes is followed by a localized explosion. Those two are fighting so fast that, to the untrained eye, it would look like a constant stream of zig-zag explosions.”

    “But you have high Magic Resistance, don’t you?”

    Saber nodded. “Yes, but not even that can counteract physics. A direct hit from him would be devastating, even blocking is dangerous. The best defense would be to not get hit at all. Though, I believe something with range would be able to take him down. I suggest leaving him to whoever Archer is.”

    Rin bit her lip, she didn’t like this, being so thoroughly outclassed, and by a Master of all things. Just being told “Let’s pack it up and let someone else handle it,” left quite the bitter taste in her mouth.

    She blinked as she noticed something… the clashing had stopped. It was quiet.

    The duo peered through the fence to see what was going on.

    The Ancestor and Berserker were… chatting. As if they were two friends, Berserker even started laughing at one point.

    Then Berserker jumped back, widening the distance between them greatly.

    Just as Rin was wondering what was going on, vast murderous intent flooded the area.

    Berserker’s arm moved.

    It was greatly different from how he held his spear before. A stance free from contempt.

    The spearhead was lowered as if to strike the ground, yet only his stare pierced the Ancestor.

    “Well said!” Berserker exclaimed. “In that case, I’ll honor you with my ultimate technique!”

    “Oh, I see, you’ve finally taken off the training wheels!” The Tenth Ancestor held his arms behind his back like he was a businessman. “Then hit me with your best shot!”

    ...It was official, this monster had a God damned death wish!

    Berserker’s body sank down, and at the same time, an icy chill, like thorns, filled the schoolyard.

    Pure red energy spiraled from the spear…

    The air froze, literally. All the mana in the air has been frozen.

    It felt like death itself had enveloped the school.

    That spear… it’s unmistakably of demonic nature.

    “He’s dead...” Rin whispered.

    She didn’t even know what kind of Noble Phantasm it was, but there was no doubt in her mind, the moment Berserker thrusts his spear… the Ancestor will die.

    That spear… the embodiment of inescapable death…

    The spearman jumped. Instantly, he was in front of the blade-like monster, as if he teleported and… thrusted his spear at the monster’s feet.

    That was a bad move…


    Hell, it was a horrib-



    There are no words, no sound, none except the piercing of metal with a blade.

    But that was impossible! The lance was aimed at his feet! Then it suddenly moved at an impossible angle… but the spear, it wasn’t bent or damaged at all.

    It looked so natural… to the point where one would think that the spear was… already… in his… heart.

    Oh God, his Noble Phantasm reverses causality!

    The spear’s name… Gáe Bolg.

    Oh God, they were fighting Cú Chulainn of the Ulster Cycle!

    The clanking of metal echoed throughout the schoolyard as the monster of blades… grabbed the spear stabbed in its chest.

    “...But he killed him.” Saber and Rin said in disbelief.

    Berserker’s face shifted from shock, to anger, wherein he shouted something that sounded a lot like “But I killed you!” multiple times before his expression shifted to deadpan understanding.

    The spearman jumped back once again, prying his weapon from the monster’s hand.

    “To think I’d have to use this so early!” Berserker yelled. “Time for you to see the reason I qualify for Berserker!”

    Berserker held himself in a more relaxed stance, and just like before, the mana in the air froze. The icy chill returned, but with it seemed more… violent.

    It was less, “You’re going to die!” and more, “YOU’RE GOING TO FUCKING DIE!”

    He ripped off the moon-shaped pendant, and red energy spiraled around Berserker, but it was more concentrated. Rin could only make out his silhouette in the maelstrom of power that raged around the Servant.

    The sounds of bones cracking and flesh tearing could be heard, accompanied by inhuman growls. Such vile, awful sounds persisted, Rin felt nauseous.

    “This is… a Noble Phantasm.” Saber explained as he observed with narrowed eyes.

    Her head snapped to her Servant. “What!? Just what kind of Noble Phantasm does that!?”

    Saber paused, he glanced at his Master before bringing his attention back to the horror concealed by red energy. “In the legend of Cú Chulainn, he was known for something called the ríastrad… or warp spasm. It turned him into an inhuman monster that could fell armies with ease.”

    Rin gulped and willed herself to view the battlefield the courtyard had become.

    The sounds had stopped, all that could be heard was the swelling of energy, until…

    BGM: Resident Evil Outbreak OST - Thanatos

    “GRRRAAAWWWR!!!” A scream of pure rage and bloodlust rang like thunder throughout Homurahara Academy. It was a sound that no creature on this Earth could possibly create.

    The spiral of energy dissipated, and an unsightly beast stepped forth.

    ...Berserker turned into something right out of one of those horror movies Ayako dragged her to see.

    He was much taller, about twelve feet in height. The man that was once Cú Chulainn had turned into a wolf-like monster. The structure of his skull extended, given him a canine-like appearance with a maw filled with vicious fangs. His blue hair turned into a spiky mane that seemed almost like quills, his legs transformed to be digitigrade.

    ...Though the sound of blood dripping made it known that this was a very violent transformation.

    The skin on the monster that bore the name Cú Chulainn had been stretched to its limit. In most places, the skin had been completely torn off, exposing muscle. The small amount of skin still attached to its face completely covered the right eye, the left eye, however, was completely exposed, not even the eyelid remaining, revealing a black void with a red, glowing dot screaming insanity and rage.

    Spine-like bones jutted out of his arms, his fingers extended into, broken, jagged claws. His torso looked as if his rib cage had broken and rearranged itself, fang-like bone structures jutted through his chest, almost like his body was trying to make a second mouth out of his chest cavity. His toes had fused together to make three-digit talons, like those of raptors, they were jagged and broken like his fingers.

    Even his spear, his Noble Phantasm, Gáe Bolg, had changed. It grew in size to fit the changes of its master, it looked more vicious as well.

    Rin wasn’t really one for foul language, but seriously…

    “...What the actual fuck?” Her voice was barely a whisper.

    “Oh God, he’s on some William Birkin shit!” The Ancestor’s booming voice was not.

    Also, who the hell was William Birkin!?

    Without warning, Berserker disappeared from sight, a loud boom and the ground where he stood cratering soon after. He appeared just above the Ancestor, descending like a comet.

    Just before he made contact with him, Saber grabbed Rin and jumped as far away from the building as he could.


    The Ancestor and Berserker rocketed through the main building of Homurahara Academy, causing the front of the school to explode from the first story to the roof, effectively splitting the school in half.

    Saber and Rin landed on the roof of the archery club.

    The young magus noticed that the fighting continued in the small park between buildings.

    The Servant and Master couldn’t clearly see the fight between the smoke, dust, and explosions. Debris flew everywhere as Homurahara Academy became the battlefield between titans. Roars of rage and fury from both combatants echoed throughout the city.

    ...So, this was the Holy Grail War.

    Rin would never say it out loud, but she may have bitten off more than she could chew by joining this insanity.

    A giant pillar of fire erupted where the fountain should be, but the clashing of steel did not cease.

    With another loud boom, the Ancestor came crashing through the building and back into the courtyard. His body was littered with cracks, spewing flame over various parts of his body, his arm had changed, turning into a surfboard-sized blade which was heavily chipped around the edges. Glowing blue lines ran across his body, signifying the use of his Magic Circuits, no doubt for Reinforcement.

    Berserker followed soon after roaring as he met blades with the Tenth Ancestor.

    No more words were spoken, all that came from their mouths were the inhuman, animalistic screams of frenzied rage.

    This wasn’t a fight between Servants anymore. Hell, it wasn’t even a between a Servant and a being comparable to a Servant.

    ...This was just two monsters that wanted nothing more than to rip each other to pieces.

    Berserker was faster than the Ancestor, not just one his feet, but also in attack speed, yet the bladed beast didn’t seem like it was at a disadvantage. Pieces of the Ancestor went flying with each blow exchanged, but not once was he deterred.

    One particular blow shattered his right arm into pieces, but not even a second later, molten steel flowed down the stump. He swung the red hot, liquid metal as if it was an actual arm. As it made contact with the side of Berserker’s face the molten steel, for lack of a better word, “reforged” back into his arm.

    Another blow resulted in Berserker's fist being punched through the Ancestor’s chest. The monster of blades held his arm while using his free hand to land a devastating uppercut that sent Berserker flying.

    Berserker was too fast for him to keep up with, so… he was deliberately taking normally fatal blows in order to create openings.

    Graceless, brutal, and utterly savage…

    Rin used the clairvoyance granted to Masters by the Grail to view Berserker’s stats.

    ...Strength, and Agility had all shot up to Rank A+++.

    The monstrous Servant before them was possibly the most powerful Servant in this war from a purely statistical standpoint.

    “So, this is the power of Berserker...” Rin mumbled.

    “Tch. That’s not a Berserker, that’s a creature God forgot to love.” Saber snarked. “Rin, I suggest we-”


    Annnnnnnd, the Ancestor was blasted into the archery range…

    Wait, they were on the roof of the archery range…

    “Saber!” Rin yelled.

    “On it!” Saber once again scooped up his Master and jumped away from their position.

    Just in time too…

    “YOU MOTHER FUCKER!” The Ancestor shouted angrily.

    The archery range all but exploded as its roof was violently torn off, blue lines spread through the structure as it was reinforced. And slammed, repeatedly, and savagely, on top of Berserker.

    By the time Saber and Rin had left campus grounds, the blue lines turn red, signifying that the Reinforcement was being overloaded, and the weaponized roof exploded in a violent wave of mana.

    Saber and Rin landed on one of the nearby buildings outside the campus, nearly a kilometer away.

    Rin watched from a distance as her high school was turned into a divine calamity from the Age of Gods. A barely contained inferno…

    Her mind flashed back to the day before, when she encountered Shirou at the park in Shito, the place where the Fourth Holy Grail War ended… where the disaster that killed over five-hundred people took place.

    ...Oh shit, he was still in the building when those two freaks of nature began fighting!

    Did… did he get out of the building in time!? Oh God, oh God, if he dies then Sakura will…

    ...What in the world was going to tell Sakura!?

    It didn’t seem like that Ancestor was even trying to protect him, he was just using Shirou as an excuse to pick a fight with Berserker!

    Rin was brought out of her panic by Saber.

    “What ridiculous beings this Grail War has attracted.” Saber complained. “That Berserker swings his spear wildly, but he still instinctively knows which end is the sharp one. And that Master...”

    Rin turned to Saber, remembering his reaction to the Ancestor. “Do you know him…?”

    “No, I still don’t remember a thing, remember.” The white-haired man said as he stared at the inferno that was once Homurahara Academy. “He seems… familiar.”

    That wasn’t much to go on. But considering Ancestors have been around for hundreds of years, it wouldn’t be much of a surprise that Saber came across him during his lifetime.

    Rin sighed, her oversight on the ritual costed her valuable information regarding the most ridiculous Master known to the Holy Grail War.

    “Rin, do you hear that?” Her Servant asked.

    Rin gave him a confused look. “Hear what? I hear nothi-”




    The fighting had stopped…

    The inferno that raged across the school had disappeared without so much as a drop of water, leaving only smoking rubble.

    A figure was sent flying from the school… near their position.


    Fortunately, whoever it was didn’t land on the building they were on, but the streets below.

    Rin and Saber peered over the edge.

    ...Oh God, It was Berserker.

    Red energy spilled from his mutated body as he, very painfully, transformed back into his original form. Blood covering his body as his skin, bone, and muscle tissue put themselves back where they should be. The crimson spear still gripped tightly in his hand.

    ...Oh God, this means the Dead Apostle Ancestor won.

    The clanking of metal rang through the streets as the Tenth Ancestor approached Berserker, and in his hands… was the same spear Berserker had.

    Rin’s eyes widened at the sight of the second Gáe Bolg. “What...?”

    Was that Projection or something?

    It had to be. But why Projection? It was a complex, but useless magecraft.

    The Ancestor was silent. His body sank down, and at the same time, an icy chill, like thorns, filled the empty streets.

    Pure red energy spiraled from the spear…


    Rin denied what her own eyes saw.

    No, no, no...

    Berserker laughed, coughing up blood, and mumbled something they couldn’t hear.

    The mana in the air froze as the feeling of death permeated the air.

    No! No! No! No! No! That’s not fair, that’s bullshit! That’s one-hundred percent illegal, it has to be!

    “Gáe...” The Ancestor’s voice carried more weight than any of the blows it dealt that night, his arm was pulled back in preparation to throw the spear. “Bo-”

    In a flash of red, Berserker was nowhere to be seen…

    All was silent.

    “What…?” The being that defeated Berserker asked in confusion. “Did… did he just…? No. No! You don’t just get to puss out when you feel like it! I don’t give a damn if it’s a Command Seal or not! You get back here and die like a man, Berserker!”

    Oh no, he sounded really pissed.

    His head turned.

    Oh no, he was looking at them!

    The Ancestor threw his hands in the air. “Gah! To hell with this. Yo! Twintails, and Batman! If wondering where the redhead went, I saw him booking it like the Flash through the streets when Berserker sent me into low orbit!”

    Just as Rin was about to say something, a Servant materialized next to the Ancestor.

    She was a young slender woman with short, violet hair, dark skin, a skull mask, and a black, form-fitting outfit.

    The Ancestor turned to the Servant, no words were spoken.

    Then he sighed. “Yes, Assassin, I was already on my way back. Berserker’s Master soured the whole fight.”

    The Servant nodded, then went into spirit form.

    The bladed monster spared Rin and Saber one last look before stabbed the spear into himself, causing it to melt into his body. He then took off at blinding speeds.

    Rin and Saber stared at where one of the deadliest beings in the modern era once was.

    “Well, Rin, we at least know what Servant he’s the Master of...” Saber said.

    Rin’s eye twitched, and the sound of firefighter sirens wailed throughout the city. Closing in on the pile of smoking rubble that was once her school.

    To hell with this! To hell with the Grail War! To hell with everything!

    She was going to check up on Shirou, yell at Kirei, and go to bed!

    Chapter End

    I have made two versions of the Warp Spasm, what you saw up there is the second version, here's the first one I made. Note, both of these are tame compared to the historical version.

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    . . . Well, that's an interesting series of conclusions. And I'm with Rin on this one - where did this "Tenth Ancestor" bit come from?
    “Love will be cruel to who it entices — love will have its sacrifices.”

    — Carmilla Theme

    "Evil isn't the real threat to the world. Stupid is just as destructive as Evil, maybe more so, and it's a hell of a lot more common. What we really need is a crusade against Stupid. That might actually make a difference."

    ―Jim Butcher, Vignette

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    After Shirou's whole Hardcore Henry adventure, it took him a few months to get back to Fuyuki...

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    Quote Originally Posted by JackieAvocado View Post
    After Shirou's whole Hardcore Henry adventure, it took him a few months to get back to Fuyuki...
    So, does this mean we get a Tsukihime crossover (since Shiki should have killed Chaos four years earlier), or am I being overly optimistic?
    “Love will be cruel to who it entices — love will have its sacrifices.”

    — Carmilla Theme

    "Evil isn't the real threat to the world. Stupid is just as destructive as Evil, maybe more so, and it's a hell of a lot more common. What we really need is a crusade against Stupid. That might actually make a difference."

    ―Jim Butcher, Vignette

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    You are not being overly optimistic, I'm trying to go for an all around Type-Moon crossover.

    Eh, fuck it, this may be a super spoiler as to how Shirou got Ancestor status, but I just lost all of my fucks today! XD

    TL;DR, after Hardcore Henry: Type-Moon Edition happened, Shirou was left wondering Russia for about a week until Nrvnqsr came across him after following a lead about someone with powers similar in nature to his own. Nrvnqsr and Shirou did battle, and while Shirou, who at this point didn't have much experience with his power set, put up one hell of a fight, he lost(Note: He'd still lose now unless he gets something like Excalibur). While disappointed that Shirou's Reality Marble didn't work the way he hoped, so he could go full sadistic Magus on him, Nrvnqsr was genuinely impressed with Shirou's abilities and tenacity, and as such, was forced into servitude by him. Note: Shirou hated every second of this. Nrvnqsr put him through some shit while he was forced to work for him. He was mainly a glorified guard dog though.

    A few months later, Nrvnqsr goes to Misaki Town and gets Shiki'ed, as one does. This leaves a newly crowned 10th Ancestor Louvre (who Shirou hates with a passion), and a very, very angry Shirou with nothing to stop him anymore. So, as had happened in Prelude, you've got Enhance and Barthomeloi "Fucking" Lorelei coming to rekt Louvre's shit... only to find the castle in ruins, and a giant blooming structure of blades where it should be... and out walks Shirou in full Blade Trigger as he drags what remains of Louvre's upper body by the head before crushing it right in front of aforementioned Enhance and Barthomeloi "Fucking" Lorelei. He then cheeses it the fuck out of there, and it's not long until the Church is after his shiny metal ass a day or two afterwards.

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    Chapter Three: Nothing as Expected

    The Heroic Spirit, EMIYA, had come to the correct conclusion that this timeline was completely FUBAR.

    To start off, he was summoned as a Saber… a Saber!

    In his own version of the Fifth Grail War, back when he was Shirou Emiya, his future self was an Archer. Hell, in every version of the Fifth War he was summoned, he was an Archer. And any other crazy Grail War he was summoned in, EMIYA was an Archer.

    Doesn't help that he wasn't even a heroic spirit but instead a counter guardian who was summoned thanks to a loophole and Rin's one of a kind Jewel acting as his catalyst

    ...Or that he lied through his teeth that he had amnesia.

    Though the boosts to his base stats were very much appreciated, he kept all of his personal skills. And while losing Independent Action was disheartening, the boost to his Magic Resistance would come in handy. And don’t even get him started on the conditional + modifier to his Eye of the Mind (True) that went into effect whenever he engaged in melee.

    He damn near started dancing in pure joy that his luck wasn’t E-Rank anymore.

    Thankfully, the class switch didn’t affect his ability to Trace in the slightest, in fact, the switch made Tracing even easier for him.

    This also meant he could still Trace his bow, turn Noble Phantasms into arrows, and go full Archer whenever damn well pleased.

    All this would make killing his past self all too easy.

    Right now, it was good to be EMIYA...

    Right now, it was not good to be EMIYA!

    Almost immediately, things had gone to shit.

    This timeline’s version of himself obviously wouldn’t turn into a Counter Guardian. Hell, he seemed more like a laidback delinquent, even had a habit of punching Shinji in the face.

    That was fine.

    Sakura was dating this timeline’s Shirou.

    That was great, she deserves some happiness after what he’s seen in other timelines.

    Artoria Pendragon -or at least someone that looked exactly like her, and had a magic core- was a Master in the Grail War.

    What in the Nine Hells!?

    She even went by the alias Artoria Griffiths…

    There was no way she could be a Servant either, EMIYA would be able to tell at a glance if she was.

    ...He didn’t even want to think which Servant she’d summon.

    Knowing his luck… his new and oh so shiny D-Rank Luck, she’d probably summon Triston as Archer, or Mordred as Berserker.

    Now, if he had his old E-Rank Luck, she’d have summoned Lancelot as Berserker, and everything would’ve gone to shit!

    But that begged the question… Who was Archer?

    What about the other Servants…?

    He was Saber, hell knows who Archer is, and Artoria was alive so she sure wasn’t getting summoned… unless it was some alternate version of her.

    As his mind kept wandering his thoughts became more and more ridiculous. Just by him becoming Saber, everyone else’s classes got switched around.

    What was Gilgamesh a Caster now!?

    EMIYA sighed, he’d cross that bridge when he got there…

    He had reached the bridge, and god dammit he wished that he could burn the damn thing.

    Cú Chulainn… was a Berserker!

    One of the Masters of the Grail War was one of the Twenty-Seven Dead Apostle Ancestors! Which made even less sense since Nrvnqsr Chaos should’ve been the Tenth Ancestor, or at the very least Louvre… who should’ve died like a bitch a few hours after being appointed the Tenth.

    And on the subject of this new version of the Tenth…

    What the hell!?

    Just what kind of monstrosity was that!?

    EMIYA had seen some shit in his time as a Counter Guardian, but this…

    It’d take Excalibur to bring that monster of twisted steel and flame down.

    Mortal wounds meant nothing to it.

    It had the strength to trade blows with Cú Chulainn’s Warp Spasm.

    It was an expert in pyromancy.

    Interestingly enough it seemed rather attuned to the current era if that Resident Evil 2 reference was anything to go by. Which was his one -and probably only- hint that this Ancestor might bring in modern tech into the mix.

    ...Rin would have a god damned stroke.

    And that trick he pulled with Gáe Bulg…

    That wasn’t Tracing.

    EMIYA knew what Tracing was, he invented it!

    That was not the act of copying a blade from Unlimited Blade Works using Projection.

    No, EMIYA had Traced the Tenth’s spear.

    This… flaming blender on legs… he could recreate Noble Phantasms using his own body, and they were equal in Rank to the originals they were based on. It wasn’t even a copy like his were, it was a completely new weapon made from the exact same materials, with the exact same purpose.

    How utterly ridiculous.

    Rin had asked him if he could win against such a monster…

    He didn’t want to be anywhere near it.

    Not to mention the eerie feeling he got from just looking at it.

    It was a feeling of familiarity, a strong one, like the answer was on the tip of his tongue but it just wouldn’t come out.

    That familiarity terrified him for some reason…

    It was like a ghost from his past that came back just to haunt him.

    So, here he was, with Rin, right in front of the door to the Emiya estate.

    Predictably, he wasn’t attacked by Saber... Artoria… whatever.

    He felt the sensation of the old Bounded Field Kiritsugu set up...

    Rin ringed the doorbell, and it opened soon after.

    “Goddammit, Tiga, I swear if you-!” The person who answered the door cut himself off the moment he noticed who was at the door. “Oh, uhhh, my bad Tohsaka-san.”

    Rin stopped and stared, so did EMIYA in his spiritualized state.

    Shirou… looked different than before.

    All he wore was a pair of black sweatpants, and had a towel over his shoulders. The dampness of his hair made it obvious that he just got out of the bath.

    But that wasn’t what made them stare, and in Rin’s case, white as a ghost.

    He had a long scar going from the left side of his face to the right side of his hip, but that was just the most notable one. There were a few small scars around his chest and abdomen, even his arms weren’t unscathed. His red hair had a few streaks of white in it.

    His burning hazel eyes seemed to almost glow in the darkness of the night as they regarded Rin with a look of slight irritation.

    He raised an eyebrow at Rin’s silent staring. “Oi, something funny on my face?”

    Rin let out a shaky breath. “Jesus… Shirou, what happened to you?”

    Yes, EMIYA would’ve also liked to know the answer to that question!

    This was not the look of a high school student, it was instead that of a battle-hardened warrior.

    Not only that but he seemed to actually have a bit of white hair… was he dabbling in Projection!? Proper Projection!?

    “Eh, what happened to me…?” He glanced at his scarred arms. “Ah… shit. Whatever, I’ll… I’ll explain this later. You’re here about what happened at the school, right?”


    “Alright, come on in, I was just about to start making dinner,” Shirou as he walked back inside. “Leave your shoes by the door. Swear to God, if you track dirt in my house...”

    “H-Hey!” Rin yelled, hurriedly taking off her shoes.

    EMIYA stood there as a flustered Rin followed Shirou inside. With his back facing towards him, he could see the myriad of scars on the boy’s back…

    What kind of life was this Shirou living? Did he have a part-time job as a freelancer helping the Church hunting Dead Apostles or something?

    The Servant sighed as he quickly materialized himself, closed and locked the door, then spiritualized himself once again just as quickly, and followed his Master into the house.

    ...This would be interesting.

    The living room was quiet except for the sizzling of food being cooked, and the clanking of kitchen utensils.

    EMIYA took notice of the few game consoles hooked up to the TV.

    “So,” Shirou broke the silence. “What version of the sob story did that Kotomine-san tell you.”

    “Sob story?” EMIYA asked Rin through their connection.

    His Master remained silent for a few seconds. “He didn’t me much. Only that the Church and the Magus Association had to get involved, you were let go with your memories of the event erased.”

    “My, oh my, you’re really out of loop, aren’t you?” He mocked.

    “Then would you like to… correct my ignorance, Shirou Kusanagi?” Rin stressed his family name with a certain sharpness to her voice.

    Kusanagi…? EMIYA hadn’t heard that name in… well, he didn’t even know how long.

    Shirou let out a laugh. “Well, at least you know that much. What about my adopted father?”

    “Kiritsugu Emiya, the Magus Killer, and the victor of the Fourth Holy Grail War.”

    Oh… she knew. How peculiar.

    “O lala, you did your research, I’m flattered, Tohsaka-san,” Shirou said in a condescending tone. “And for the record, yes, I’m a magus.”

    A third-rate failure of a magus, yes...

    “Tell me Shirou, how involved are you in the Holy Grail War?” Rin asked.

    That was a good question, Lanc- Berserker didn’t kill Shirou, meaning Rin never healed him with her pendant. Berserker was sent back to his Master in a highly injured state, and probably too busy licking his wounds to try and kill him, meaning that he wasn’t forced into the shed to summon his Servant.

    Then that means…

    “Oh, I’m a Master.” He said bluntly.

    Wait What!?

    Rin did a spit-take. “What!?”

    “That jackass priest talked me into it, and I saw it as an opportunity,” Shirou admitted casually.

    Rin looked at him as if he was an idiot… which he was. “So you let someone you know is a Master get close to you when I could’ve killed you!?”

    Shirou leaned out of the kitchen. “Well, did you?”

    Rin opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out…

    Shit, he had a point.

    Wait… did Shirou Emiya just win an argument with Rin… and with only three words.

    ...What kind of twisted, horrible reality had EMIYA entered?

    “Anyway,” He clapped his hands loudly. “Dinner’s ready!”


    The sound of fingers snapping, it echoed throughout the entire house…

    There was a sudden shift in the air.

    Wait, no! That was the mana in it!

    EMIYA felt his spiritualized body shift, and in an instant, he was forcefully materialized.

    “H-Huh!?” He yelled in surprise.

    His stats took a massive debuff; his Magic Resistance did absolutely nothing. The mana in the room wouldn’t respond to him, it refused to be used by him.

    Most of the Od in his body had been sucked out!

    Hell, his connection to Rin was tampered with!

    What was once a strong rope that bound them together was now a fragile string barely providing him with just enough Od to keep existing.

    Now he was only a few times stronger than a regular human being.


    EMIYA looked at Rin, she was breathing heavily, as if she ran an entire marathon. She stared wide-eyed at Shirou, who was still in the kitchen, seemingly oblivious to their predicament.

    The sound of a door sliding open could be heard, followed by footsteps echoed throughout the hallway leading up to the living room.

    The hallway was unnaturally dark, almost pitch black, but EMIYA could still make out a figure moving in the darkness.

    The air grew tense as he, and his Master, began to quickly piece together what just happened.

    The irony of Rin lecturing Shirou had not been lost on him. She all but straight up called him an idiot for letting an enemy Master into his house.

    But in the end, they were the ones that walked right into a trap.

    “Now, let me explain how you fell for this trick.” Shirou began as he started setting up the table, putting a plate of… gratin down for both of them. “You know how Bounded Fields work, right?”

    “Yes...” Rin answered, a drop of sweat rolling down the side of her face, she was no doubt trying to figure out a way out of this predicament.

    Shirou set two more plates down. “It involves one of the side-effects of creating one. Caster, if you would kindly.”

    The Servant in the hallway finally stepped into the room.

    EMIYA’s eyes widened, he knew very well who this was…

    The black and blue dress she wore exposed her navel and abdomen, and the red tattoos along her body, including the one just below her collar bone. It trailed behind her as did her long, pale blonde hair. The dark veil covering her face, and the twisted, blue-tipped crown she wore only seemed to add to her mystique. She was quite a mature woman too considering the fullness of her assets, and her curvy figure.

    She was like a beautiful flower wrapped in shadows.

    Too bad he knew what was on the inside of the mask of otherworldly beauty. Hell, he might’ve given her some of his cooking if not for how evil she was.

    This woman… this Servant…

    Morgan le Fay, the older sister of Artoria Pendragon.

    They were dealing, not only with a magus on par with Merlin himself, but the fae as well.

    ...Suddenly, the thought of fighting Medea again sounded a lot more preferable.

    “My beloved little apprentice is rather adept at thinking… outside of the box.” Her voice was melodious, and had the sharpness of a blade; yet still carried a hint of fondness.


    Wait, he was her what!?

    “A simple trick on the senses, a gamble more than anything.” She smirked in a way similar to the Caster that EMIYA knew. “The mark of a truly masterful Bounded Field is being completely undetectable, but even so, with logical deduction...”

    She motioned towards Shirou.

    “What absolute moron wouldn’t have a Bounded Field set up?” Shirou said on cue.

    “So, in order to… ease doubts, a secondary Bounded Field was set up just outside the real one.” She continued.

    Wait... then that means the one he felt as he entered the grounds was…

    That clever little…!

    And he wouldn’t even have suspected another field after the first one either. Multi-layered Bounded Fields were incredibly complicated, time-consuming, and inefficient.

    ...But disguise a masterpiece with the work of a third-rate, and you wouldn’t even question it. Hell, the concentration of mana in the area wouldn’t be questioned either since mana takes time to dissipate.

    “....So, we lose.” Rin’s voice seemed almost despondent.

    “Eh? No, that’d just be pathetic.” Shirou said, as he placed a plate down for Caster and himself. “The Einzberns achieved the record time for losing in the third war, getting dropped in just four days.”

    Well, at least he did more research into the Grail Wars than Rin ever did...

    “I mean, sure, I’m kind of a sadist, but I’m nowhere near Kotomine-san’s level of absolute emotional destruction,” Shirou assured.

    Alright, buddy, bring it back a bit…

    “Anyway,” Shirou turned to him. “Red, you sitting down and eating, or what?”

    “Servants don’t require food to sustain themselves,” EMIYA stated.

    “So what? I slaved over a hot stove to make this meal after nearly getting myself killed, you better well clean your plate.”

    Ah, culinary pride. Acceptable.

    EMIYA sat down, and used the fork provided to take a bite, it met his standards. “Not bad. The food is fine Rin, it’s not poisoned.”

    EMIYA could see the tic mark of irritation on Shirou’s head. “Hmph, like I’d poison the food I serve, I have my pride, dammit!”


    He really was different.

    “Oi, Caster, you can free them from the field’s effects, they won’t try anything,” Shirou commanded.

    Caster absentmindedly waved her hand, almost immediately, EMIYA felt much stronger, and the bond between him and Rin returned to its former strength.

    “How optimistic of you...” EMIYA chided.

    “Eh, the moment you try something, Caster can reactivate the field.”

    “She still needs to activate it, meaning I’ll still have time to do something to disrupt her from putting us back under its effects.”

    “Worst comes to worst, I can handle both of you just fine.”


    “Just confidence.”

    Their words weren’t heated, there wasn’t even much tension between them. They were gauging each other.

    EMIYA looked into his eyes and saw fire, an absolute inferno on par with the one that Kiritsugu found him in.

    ...What did the boy see in his?

    “A-Anyway,” Rin finally interjected. “Why do you look normal when at school, Shirou?”

    “The glove I wear on my left hand is an illusionary Mystic Code.” He explained as he retrieved the baking dish used to make the gratin and placed it in the middle of the table. “I used to use makeup, but that was way too time-consuming.”

    A Mystic Code?

    Caster must have made it for him, but that begs the question… how long did he have that glove?

    “And… you’re just letting us go?” Rin inquired.

    “Yeah, another Master in this war has beef with the Tohsaka family, and I want no part of that business.”

    What? A Master that has a grudge against the Tohsakas? This was new.

    So, not only had the Servants changed, but even the Masters too.

    “...Another Master?” Rin whispered.

    EMIYA didn’t pay attention, his focus was on Caster.

    ...How the actual hell did he summon her!?

    Sure, Avalon was practically the symbol of Arthurian legend barring Excalibur itself, and even the Round Table… but to summon the mastermind behind Camelot’s destruction.

    Unlike many, this version of Shirou Emiya already seemed to have a comprehensible education when it came to magecraft and actually had a proper understanding of the supernatural in general.

    Not only that but seem to have gotten himself a suitable catalyst for the summoning.

    Meaning he knowingly summoned Morgan.

    While Artoria was here.

    “So, did you figure out who Caster is, Saber?” Shirou asked him as he sat down next to his Servant, and began eating. “By all means, go on, share with the rest of the classroom.”

    EMIYA and Rin sheared a look, Caster perked up a bit.

    The Counter Guardian sighed. “...Morgan le Fay, daughter of Uther Pendragon, sister to King Arthur. A magus so skilled and powerful that she’s said to be Merlin’s equal. A fairy of the lake, the evil polar opposite of Vivian, the Lady of the Lake.”

    Rin paled so hard, she invented a new shade of white.

    Shirou stopped eating for a second.

    Morgan’s smirk fell, and her lips pursed into a thin line.

    “Well, shit...” Shirou sat up straighter. “I didn’t actually expect you to know, Superhero.”

    EMIYA felt a burning rage at the nickname. His eye twitched, but that was the only reaction he allowed himself.

    Shirou smirked.

    He noticed, damn…

    “So, Morgan, you know him?” The scar-riddled teen asked his Servant.

    “No...” Her voice held a coldness that wasn’t there before. “I’ve never met such a man before.”

    Shirou shrugged. “Ah, he could be from an alternate reality then.”

    “An alternate reality?” Rin got her wits back. “That… that makes sense, the Wizard Marshall did help create the Grail.”

    “Of course, that means nearly anything being summoned is possible,” Shirou added. “Hell, I’ll take a shot in the dark and say that it’s very likely that most Servants summoned in nearly every Grail haven’t even been our reality’s versions of those historical figures.”

    Both EMIYA and Rin paused at the information.

    “But there’s also the fact that the legend of the Servant is very integral to their existence when summoned, meaning things can get a little… messy on the way here due to fact and fiction, resulting in, quite frankly, absurdly powerful Servants.”

    “Well, that’s certainly one explanation for how powerful Berserker was,” Rin muttered under her breath. “Then what about the Tenth Ancestor?”

    Shirou’s eyes sharpened. “What about the Tenth?”

    Oh… that was an interesting reaction. Did he have some history with it? It would certainly explain the scars.

    EMIYA cleared his throat. “It seems that the Tenth is a Master in the Grail War, with Assassin as his Servant.”

    Shirou paused, he and Morgan shared a look (He still couldn’t see her eyes from under that veil). The redhead smirked, his eyes gleaming with thinly veiled amusement.

    “So, old Rust Bucket’s back?” He snorted. “That explains the explosions while I ran like hell.”

    EMIYA’s eyes narrowed. “You two know each other?”

    “Something like that…”

    He was hiding something…

    “The priest would be able to give you the juicy details about him,” Definitely hiding something. “Though, he’s not the first of the Twenty-Seven to pay a visit to Fuyuki in the recent months.”

    EMIYA blinked. “There are more Ancestors in the city?”

    “Gransurg Blackmore, number Sixteen, was the first of these visits,” He informed. “The next was Altrouge Brunestud, number Nine, and her pet, Primate Murder, number One.”

    EMIYA’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. “Primate Murder was in the city!?”

    He shrugged. “No one died.”

    “I find that extremely unlikely.”

    EMIYA glanced at Rin, who began to pale as the conversation went on.

    “They’re still here too.”

    “What…?” Everyone turned to Rin, she wore that smile she always had when she was absolutely furious… but she was shaking as if absolutely terrified.

    “You’ll be fine, just stay clear of the gothic lolita black hair, red eyes, and probably a monstrous wolf-like creature with antler-like horns following her. She’s only here to watch the Grail War for entertainment.”

    Rin took a deep breath. “I… need to have a talk with that fake priest.”

    Her tone promised anything but a civil conversation.

    “I drive you to the Church, I gotta drop off something there too,” Shirou said absentmindedly.

    Rin gave Shirou a deadpan look. “Drive? In what, some cheap bicycle?”

    Shirou gave Rin a rather smug look as he slowly rode out of the shed in his backyard on a motorcycle. The purr of the engine being the only thing breaking the silence.

    Rin gave Shirou a look. “Emiya-san, where did you get that?”

    “My legal guardian is the granddaughter of a yakuza boss who’s bike I do repairs and tune-ups for,” Shirou said as he looked at the motorcycle with pride. “He imported it from America and gave it to me as a gift when I came back, it’s a Harley Davidson.”

    EMIYA took one look at it. “You turned it into a Mystic Code.”

    Shirou laughed. “Morgan and I gave this baby so many enhancements, it might as well be a Mystic Code.”

    Rin looked at the bike apprehensively. “Uhhhh… I’m not too sure about this Shirou.”

    “Tohsaka-san, the church is an hour walk away from here, I ain’t got time for that.” He slipped on a black leather jacket that he brought out of the shed. “Now, you can accept my generous offer, or I can leave your pretty little ass here.”

    Rin’s face turned red from anger and a bit of embarrassment. “I- you… Gah! Fine!”

    She hopped onto the bike, sitting behind him with her arms crossed.

    Shirou looked over his shoulder, giving her an annoyed stare, “You going to grab onto something, or do you think you can fly?”

    Rin, still with her arms crossed, gave him an equally annoyed stare and replied, “I’ll be fine, just don’t crash this thing and kill us both.”

    The smug look he gave her was all the warning she got before Shirou floored it.

    “Eep!” Rin let out a surprised (and girlish) yelp, grabbing onto Shirou and instantly closing the gap between them as they rode off to crush a sadistic priest.

    EMIYA stared where his Master and alternate version of himself once were.

    “...What the hell kind of Grail War did I get myself into?”

    Chapter End.

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    . . . All right, clearly this is an alternate universe in even more aspects than I originally assumed, because certain changes, on the surface, "make no god damn sense."*

    (*Source: Austin Hourigan, any "The SCIENCE of . . ." Game Theory videos)

    Honestly, it bothers me more than a little that Shirou can (and does) just casually drop all these bombshells at once; I can't really see a good reason for it. It strikes me as being done just to be shocking, rather than having any plot relevance. (And yes, I'm aware there's more than a little hypocrisy in using a quote as I just did while making this argument; I just wanted you to be aware than I wasn't speaking literally.)

    . . . Don't get me wrong - I am happy to see a new chapter, but I'd hope, when you do things like this, there's a purpose behind it beyond just bringing them up solely to bring them up.
    “Love will be cruel to who it entices — love will have its sacrifices.”

    — Carmilla Theme

    "Evil isn't the real threat to the world. Stupid is just as destructive as Evil, maybe more so, and it's a hell of a lot more common. What we really need is a crusade against Stupid. That might actually make a difference."

    ―Jim Butcher, Vignette

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