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Now, sit back and either enjoy the ride, or (more likely)
enjoy thinking of what you'll do to me at the end of it...
* * * * *
"Well, then..."
She laid her hands on the double doors to the church, then
hesitated.
"What's wrong, Rin?"
Tohsaka Rin spun around and glared at the priest.
"Nothing."
What was wrong, her--!
Kotomine Kirei knew *exactly* what was wrong. Emiya Shirou,
being the complete idiot that he was, had gone out to tell
his Servant to her face that he was abandoning her. Kirei,
being the underhanded bastard that *he* was, had let him--
and once Rin opened those doors, she would be faced with the
results.
She was furious--at Kirei, certainly, but just as much at
Shirou, if not moreso. After everything she'd done, after
everything she'd squandered--she forced herself not to reach
for the drained pendant still resting in her pocket--the
idiot still went ahead and just threw his life away.
That *jerk!*
"Rin." Kirei simply watched her for a moment, that same all-
knowing smirk firmly in place. When she made no move to
respond, he spoke again. "Rin. The Holy Grail War has now
officially begun. You are not allowed to come to this
church again until the War is over. The only time it is
permitted is if you lose your Servant..."
He paused, glanced at the still-closed doors, and grinned.
"*And* if you ask for protection."
Rin's thinly-frayed temper snapped. "Go to hell, you phony
priest!" she snapped, then threw open the doors and stormed
outside.
And stopped dead.
She wasn't sure what she'd been expecting. Servants could
feed on human souls, she knew, and in the event of a broken
contract, the first one a Servant would seek to devour was
his erstwhile Master. What she wasn't exactly sure of was
just how a Servant might go about it.
There was the boundary field another Master had set up at
her school, but she couldn't picture Saber doing something
like that. It just didn't fit her class.
So, she could only wonder. How had Saber killed Shirou?
What had she taken? What had she left behind?
She hadn't known what she would see. But the answer she
found was...
Nothing.
The plaza was utterly pristine, and completely empty.
"No way."
No body parts. No landscape damage. And no blood.
The Servant of the Sword couldn't be that tidy.
"She let him go...?"
Rin's world turned upside-down.
The sun rose in the west.
The sky was neon green, with mocha clouds.
Her life savings had been sunk into a beach resort in
Antarctica.
She wandered home in a daze, neither seeing nor
understanding, until she reached the intersection that
could, depending on which road you took, lead to both
Shirou's house and to her own.
Right up to the point where she absent-mindedly stepped on
Emiya Shirou's lung.
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THE WORLD WITHOUT
A Fate/stay night Fanfic
by
Lunaludus Scribex
(lunaludus@yahoo.com)
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CHAPTER II
2/2: ENTER OUROBOROS
"Is that all right?"
Kotomine Kirei turned to the Servant in blue who'd
materialized beside him. "What do you mean?"
"You just said it yourself--the Holy Grail War's started."
He looked over at the closed double doors. "So there's no
problem if I go take out a Master now, right?"
"Now that the War's started?" Kirei raised an eyebrow.
"And why would I want you to do something like that,
Lancer?"
Lancer sighed. "Yeah...there is that. The start of the War
didn't bother you much before, did it?" He glared at the
supervisor's left arm...and the Command Spells hidden
beneath his robe.
Kirei only smiled. "Your former Master was an outsider.
She was sent by the Association--"
"At *your* invitation--"
"And that," he said, ignoring the interruption, "in itself,
rendered her an unfit candidate for the Holy Grail."
"*Unfit,* huh?" Lancer barked out a sharp laugh. "And the
little lady who just left is different?"
"She was my pupil. More than that, she's *Tohsaka*--the
head of one of the three families who first summoned the
Grail. That, in and of itself, renders her fit." Kirei
paused, then smirked. "What's more, I don't know that you'd
find her such easy prey."
"What do you mean?"
"She's gone out of her way to avoid showing me her Servant."
He smiled. "She knows I was a Master in the previous War,
and she suspects me. You won't catch her unaware."
Against a Servant, what difference would that make?
Still...
Lancer sighed. "Whatever you say." Flimsy excuse or not--
stolen Command Spells or not--at the moment, Kotomine Kirei
was still his Master, and it was Lancer's policy to carry
out whatever orders were given. "Too bad about Saber,
though."
"Oh?" Kirei looked at his Servant with new interest.
"What's this? Pity for an enemy, Lancer?"
"Pity for *me.*" He sighed again. "I'd have liked to fight
her for real, is all. Damn fine warrior, that one; she even
managed to survive my Gae B--" Lancer cut himself off so
abruptly, he bit his tongue, spurring a torrent of Irish
profanity.
*Fight against everyone,* Kirei had ordered him--using a
Command Spell for good measure--*but do not defeat them.
Survive your first battle against any opponent.*
That was all he needed, for his Master to learn that he'd
flat-out tried to kill Saber on their first encounter--not
to mention Archer--
"Were you saying something, Lancer?"
Lancer blinked in surprise. He looked at Kirei for a long
moment, then shook his head.
"Well, then. In that case, I believe you still have a job
to do."
"A jo--THE HELL I DO!" The previous tension was gone;
outrage stood in its place. "Are you kidding me? I've
already fought two Servants tonight! You want me to go do
*another* one?"
"Look at it like this, Lancer: The sooner you finish
scouting, the sooner you can fight them for real."
*Well, when he puts it that way...*
Kirei's robe swayed as a great wind kicked up in the closed
room. The double doors slammed open with a colossal *boom*,
and a blue blur darted out through them.
Kirei did not possess a particularly active imagination.
But even he could almost envision a trail of dust following
Lancer out the doors, across the plaza, and up into the sky,
and he chuckled as he moved to close the doors and shut out
the winter night once more.
* * * * *
She came to a halt atop a building near the bridge
connecting Miyama and Shinto. The wind was biting, this
high up, but she paid it no mind.
Saber had no time for such things.
She had not lied, exactly, in describing her condition to
Shirou. She had, however, neglected to highlight certain
points.
*"I should be able to maintain this body for about two
hours."*
The problem wasn't consumption of magical energy. Even
while bonded with Shirou, she had not received any energy
from him; that wouldn't have posed a problem unless she was
forced to use her Noble Phantasm in battle. The dissolution
of their contract had no effect on her in that regard.
But when she lost her Master, she also lost her physical
link to this world. That was the most important function of
the Master: to act as an anchor for the Servant.
Without that anchor, the world demanded the erasure of her
alien presence. The Saber class, unlike Archer, did not
possess the ability known as Independent Action, so she
could only resist that decree with sheer willpower--but that
drained her at a ridiculous rate. Every step--every
*breath*--brought her closer and closer to oblivion.
It wasn't that she could retain her body for only two hours.
Rather, it was only because of her massive energy reserves
that she could stay even that long.
*"I will just find a new Master in that time."*
That was the greater problem. It wasn't as simple as
finding a random person on the street and making a contract.
It wasn't even as simple as finding a random *mage* and
making a contract.
One could not make a contract with a Servant unless one
already possessed Command Spells beforehand--and the only
ones who had Command Spells were those chosen by the Holy
Grail to contest for its ownership.
That is to say, other Masters.
But this early in the Holy Grail War, the chances of another
Master having lost his Servant were almost nil. And no
Master would willingly take on a second Servant; to do so
would be to split his energy between the two, rendering both
half as effective.
Two half-Servants would be no match for one at full power.
That left Saber with only one course of action.
If no other Master had yet lost a Servant, then she would
just have to alter that situation. In the two hours
remaining before her body dissolved, she would defeat a
Servant, then form a contract with that Servant's erstwhile
Master.
Of course, to do that, she had to find a Servant, first.
*You Heroic Spirits invited by the Holy Grail, gather here
at this moment! For those cowards that fear to show their
faces, spare yourself the humiliation that Alexander, King
of Conquerors, would deal to you!*
Saber felt her lips quirk involuntarily, even as she shook
her head.
Even if she could bring herself to make such a ridiculous
challenge, as the last War's Rider had--an unlikely event--
and if Servants came in response--even more unlikely--she
would then be forced to defeat every Servant who appeared.
If even one Servant remained, that one would strike her down
before she could form a contract with one of the newly
disarmed Masters. And that didn't even take into account
what those disarmed Masters, if there were more than one,
would try to do to each other in the meantime.
No she would have to find a single Servant. Moreover, on
this first night of the War, it was no sure thing that any
other Servants would be out and about. Most likely, they
would be holed up with their Masters--so, within two hours,
she would have to find a Master's base, first.
And here, at last, Saber had an advantage.
She was an incomplete Servant. She was summoned, not as a
copy of her heroic self resting on the Throne of Heroes, but
from her deathbed, all those many centuries ago.
Because she was not dead yet, she could not dematerialize
like other Servants. But because of that, when she
disappeared, rather than dissolving into nothingness as a
copy would, she returned to her deathbed--with her memories
intact.
This was not Saber's first Holy Grail War. She knew of the
three founding families, who would be most likely to produce
candidates for Mastery--and thanks to her original Master's
meticulous planning, she also knew of the bases of those
three families.
The Tohsaka, who had provided this land for the summoning of
the Holy Grail.
The Makiri, who had created the Command Spells to bind the
Servants.
The Einzberns, who prepared the vessel into which the Grail
would be summoned each War.
One of these three would be her best bet.
Saber looked to the west, then shook her head. The
Einzberns' base was a castle deep within the forest outside
of Fuyuki City. She knew it well, for her Master in the
last War had fought on behalf of the Einzberns...but it was
too far away. Even going at her top speed--even if she
sacrificed her armor, and used the energy for an extra burst--
she would never make it in time. Einzbern was out.
With much reluctance, she had to rule out Tohsaka, as well.
Saber liked Rin; the girl was a fine mage, and a fine
Master. Forming a contract with Tohsaka Rin would be the
ideal outcome--and if Rin had summoned any other Servant,
Saber would have chanced it.
But Rin had summoned Archer. And while Saber doubted the
magical defenses of the Tohsaka mansion could do her any
serious damage, given her class ability, they *would* slow
her down--and that would be more than enough.
The wound she'd dealt him earlier tonight would make no
difference from a distance. Archer would pick her apart
before she even got close.
That left Makiri.
Saber closed her eyes for a moment, and recalled a strategy
session long since past. With an effort, she pushed aside
the rage that even the mere memory of her Master inspired,
and focused on the maps strewn across the table.
The Makiri--they called themselves Matou, now--had built
their home not far from the Tohsaka mansion. She could
reach it in about five minutes.
She didn't think about everything that could go wrong. The
Matou's Master being out, there not being a Matou Master in
this War--neither of those possibilities crossed her mind,
let alone how improbable it was that she could defeat the
Matou's Servant without her Noble Phantasm.
It wasn't a question of probability to begin with.
The likelihood of success was astronomically low...and just
as irrelevant.
The only way for Saber to survive to morning was for this
plan to succeed.
* * * * *
Finding the Matou household was easy.
Getting into the Matou household was *too* easy.
There was a Servant here; Saber could feel its presence.
But there were no magical defenses against her; the door
wasn't even locked, which she found hard to credit.
When she found no one inside, her instincts started
screaming at her.
Every room was empty. It was as if no one had been there to
begin with; if she couldn't still sense the Servant's
presence, she would have given up.
But there *was* a Servant nearby, and she couldn't give up;
even as the minutes ticked by and she grew ever weaker, she
continued to search the dark, barren mansion.
She would almost think the Servant here was Assassin--but
that was backwards. Assassin's class ability was Presence
Concealment, and even though she couldn't find it, this
Servant was doing nothing to conceal itself.
And at last, she found it--a tiny opening, hidden in a nook
on the second floor. It led to a staircase, and without
hesitation, she headed down, far down, below the first
floor, below the ground--
And as she burst into the basement, Saber stopped dead, and
threw her hands over her face to try and block out the
stench.
The air here was *rotten.*
There was no illumination, yet the room glowed with an
unnatural, murky green light. Rows upon rows of crypts were
carved out of the walls; open crypts, each filled with a
corpse in some stage of decomposition. But not a natural
decomposition; worms--tiny black worms swarmed over the
bodies, devoured them, excreted them, filled the stale air
with filth--
Saber's instincts screamed in warning, but she was slowed by
her reaction to the room. She took the kick hard on the
side, sending her over the edge of the walkway, and into a
teeming mass of black worms below.
The worms scattered as she flipped in mid-air, landing
firmly on her feet and with her invisible sword in hand.
She scanned the room, looking for any sign of her enemy--
Her hands snapped up in reflex, bringing the unseen blade to
block the nail-like dagger that sought her left temple. She
turned her body to fully repel the assault, and got her
first look at her attacker.
The Servant--it could be nothing else--was a tall woman,
dressed in a black shift, with long, pale violet hair. A
mask of some sort covered her eyes like a blindfold, but it
didn't seem to hinder her in any way.
She took the motion of Saber's sword and used it to catapult
herself back to the wall, arching with a grace and ease that
belied her gangly limbs. She clung to the wall with her
hands and feet like a spider, skittering into the shadows
and--*vanishing*--
Reacting on pure instinct, Saber threw her sword behind her,
blocking another nail aiming for her neck. She heard a
disappointed grunt as she spun around, only to see the other
woman retreat and vanish again--
She ducked a slash--again, relying wholly on the instincts
that had seen her through countless battles--and this time,
as she watched, she understood.
It wasn't that the woman was vanishing. It was simply that
she was moving so quickly, her dark clothes melding into the
viridian darkness, that Saber couldn't keep track of her.
If it weren't for her instincts, Saber would already be dead
four times over--
"What are you doing, Rider? Hurry up and finish her!"
That had to be the Master of the Servant--Rider--coming from
somewhere above. But that didn't concern her at the moment.
In response to the voice, there had been a twitch--
involuntary, minute, but unmistakable--in the darkness by
one corner. She kept her focus there, even as she carefully
didn't look directly at it. This next attack, she would...
"Enough. Stay your Servant, Shinji."
It felt like the air froze at the unexpected voice. For a
long moment, no one moved; then, the woman in black emerged
from the corner. Slowly, deliberately, she walked past
Saber, towards a staircase jutting from the wall that led
back up to the walkway, where a young man with dark hair and
an arrogant sneer looked down on her. *Rider's Master.*
With the threat of Rider lifted for the moment, Saber
finally relaxed and looked over to the voice whose source
she'd missed in defense of her life.
It was an old man, standing amidst the worms. That in
itself was surprising--she understood that it was only
because she was a Servant that the worms were not
instinctively seeking to devour her--but he was not alone.
A young girl stood behind him, also in the worms, head
bowed, clearly wishing that she were somewhere else.
"I am Matou Zouken, grandfather to these two," the old man
said in a gravelly voice. "And you are a Servant--Saber,
I'm guessing?"
She nodded. *Here goes.* "Yes. I am the Servant
Saber...and I have no Master."
"Ho? Hmm...so you do not." He squinted at her. "And what
business does the Servant Saber, who has no Master, have
with the Matou?"
Saber took a breath, and instantly regretted it--she was
still not used to the air here. She didn't let that touch
her face, though. "As I said, I have no Master. The one
who summoned me abandoned our contract, and withdrew from
the Holy Grail War. I have come here seeking a new Master."
"I see." Zouken smiled evilly. "So you would have our
Master support a second Servant?"
"Of course not." Saber returned a matching grin. "No
Master would be so foolish. No, I have come to defeat your
Servant, then form a contract with her Master in her place."
"I have no objection." All eyes turned to the Servant who
spoke from the walkway with a surprisingly gentle voice.
"Rather, I welcome the opportunity to eliminate an enemy so
early on."
Saber raised her sword in response. "We are agreed, then--"
Zouken chuckled, the sound of rocks grating on concrete.
"Now, now, let's not be hasty. There may yet be a more
profitable solution."
Saber frowned. "How do you mean?"
"This is a most unusual Holy Grail War, Servant Saber.
Proper Masters are few and far between, and this War's
Caster is making an even bigger mess of things than her
predecessor."
Saber's eyes widened. The last War's Caster had been a
sadistic, insane Servant who kidnapped and tortured
children, and summoned demons to fight his battles. To
think that the Grail had actually found someone worse than
Gilles de Rais--!
"But I suppose that's only to be expected," the Matou elder
continued. "Everyone was caught by surprise this time--the
last War was only ten years ago."
Saber inhaled sharply. "Ten years..."
"Indeed. The previous Wars have occurred in sixty-year
intervals, so no one was expecting this for another half-
century...the Matou included. Indeed, the first we learned
of this War was when the Command Spells appeared on the
wrist of my granddaughter, Sakura."
"I see. I--" Wait. *Sakura?*
Saber whipped around to stare at the girl, who flinched at
the action.
Zouken chuckled. "As I said, it was unexpected. Magic in
our family has all but died out. Sakura is adopted; she was
given to us to revive our line and strengthen our magic. I
had planned on our entrant in the next War being her child
or grandchild, but..." He shrugged.
"I don't understand."
"Then I will be blunt: My granddaughter is not fit for
battle. I had not raised her with that end in mind. Much
like your former Master, she has refused to fight." Zouken
shook his head. "It's disappointing, but those are her
wishes. Still, she possesses the Command Spells, and with
them we summoned a Servant. It would be a waste to squander
that opportunity."
*We?* Saber frowned. Sakura might have summoned Rider, and
her brother might be Rider's Master--something she still
couldn't quite comprehend--but it was abundantly clear who
was in control, here. "I still do not see what this has to
do with me."
Zouken looked up at the young man alongside Rider.
"Shinji."
"Yes, grandfather?"
"Show her the book."
Shinji's face wrinkled with distaste, but he left Rider's
side and descended the staircase. He stopped just short of
the landing, looking unhappily at the worms swarming the
floor, and held up a small tome bound in red leather.
"That is a Book of False Attendant," Zouken said. "My
grandson, Shinji, volunteered to take up the battle in
Sakura's stead. That book was created with one of Sakura's
Command Spells; it transfers control of Rider to Shinji.
While it is in effect, the Command Spells on my
granddaughter's wrist are obscured."
Saber nodded slowly. "I see."
"Necessity suggested it, but the method does have its
advantages. Primarily, it forces other Servants and Masters
to defeat Rider directly." Zouken coughed into one fist.
"Shinji is now responsible for supplying Rider with magical
energy; however, he is not her anchor to this world. That
remains Sakura."
Zouken smiled unpleasantly and nodded towards Shinji, whose
face had turned pale. "Should my grandson be killed, Rider
will not disappear." He frowned. "However, this advantage
is a vulnerability, as well."
Saber understood immediately. "Sakura."
"Indeed. It is not unheard of for Masters to target the
family and friends of their adversaries. If Sakura dies,
Rider dies as well, regardless of what Shinji does." Zouken
looked over at Saber. "And that is where you come in."
"You wish me to act as a bodyguard."
He nodded. "Because Sakura is not supplying Rider with
magical energy, forming a contract with you should pose
little burden. Should Rider attain the Holy Grail, you will
share in the benefits; should Rider fall, you would then
have the opportunity to step forth and do battle yourself."
"By way of that Book."
Zouken grinned. "If Sakura so desires at that time."
*If _Sakura_ desires, huh?* But it was not like Saber had a
choice. She needed the Holy Grail; for that, she needed to
remain in the Holy Grail War. And for that--
"Very well. I accept."
* * * * *
"And...here we are! Cozy, isn't it?"
The youth who had once been Emiya Shirou didn't
understand her. Rationality had long since fled,
along with any sense of self; what remained was an
animal intelligence, consumed by the unremitting
pain inflicted upon his body.
"I'm not sure what Kiritsugu used this room for,
but Sella and Liz converted it to storage before I
got here. Well, anyway--now it's your room!
Isn't that great?"
Only animal intelligence remained. And that
animal intelligence knew with absolute certainty
that that cheerful voice meant nothing but yet
greater pain, and so whimpered in fear.
"Kiritsugu was a strange mage, you know--almost
not a mage at all. He had a strong Magic Crest,
but he almost never used it. His main interest
was in killing other mages, and for that, he found
modern weaponry so much more useful than magic.
"But you already knew that, right?"
The animal that used to be Shirou only groaned in
response.
"Oh, now you're just being rude! You need to
respond properly when a lady's talking! But
that's all right."
She giggled, and he cringed. "Grandfather didn't
like Kiritsugu's philosophy much, but there are
quite a few things about it that I, for one,
appreciate. For example..."
Even if Emiya Shirou had still existed, it would
not have helped him with the inscription on the
object Ilyasviel von Einzbern held aloft. To the
constant aggravation of his Fuji-Nee, Shirou was a
middling student of English, at best; the words
"Black & Decker Power Drill" would have meant
nothing to him.
The animal that Emiya Shirou now was, though,
could easily read the intentions of the girl
before him, and he began to thrash in a panic.
"Now, then! Let's pick up where we left off,
shall we...Onii-chan."
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