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Originally Posted by Nanya01

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Those of you who hang out in the Nanoha subforum know who I am. Those who don't, well, I write fanfics, a lot of fanfics.

This is what happens when I drink a massive amount of caffeine and am awake for 22 hours straight... I work out an entire fic in my head and I can't help but write it down...

Sadly, my outline only covers the LATTER part of the fic, so I have to get to it.

Anyway, if you're wondering...

Here's my Fate/Stay Fic...

Fate/Stay Another Night

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Not the most imaginative title, I admit.

Word of warning, this is a crossover fic, so, if you don't like that, well, sorry.

Also, it's not the most serious fic around.

So, with those warnings, I hope you enjoy.

Spoiler for Fate/Stay Another Night 1:

The Holy Grail War...

A war played out every few decades between seven masters and the seven servants they would summon to aid them in battle.

Saber

Lancer

Archer

Rider

Berserker

Caster

Assassin

These were the seven servants of heroes of history, myth and legend, called forth to do battle.

The last one standing would receive his or her prize, a single wish from the Holy Grail itself.

However, despite the near perfection of the grail, it still had some minor flaws.

And once in awhile, those flaws led to...

Hiccups.

And when the Grail hiccuped...

Nothing went right.

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"So, do you get it now?" Rin Tohsaka looked at the redheaded boy and the blonde servant in front of her. They were currently in his house after a blue-haired man by the name of Lancer had attacked his home.

"Kind of," Shirou Emiya was still confused, first he had seen that Lancer guy fighting a man in red at the school, then he had been chased by the Lancer guy, got stabbed by that spear of his, which should have killed him, but Shirou wasn't going to complain about not dying when he was killed after all. Then, when he got home, that Lancer guy had followed him, only to be driven off by some strange blue-clad and armored blond haired, green eyed girl calling herself Saber. And now, Tohsaka, the school idol, was trying to explain things to him. "But I still have some questions."

"I should have guessed this," Rin said as she closed her eyes and flipped her hair over her shoulder. "So, come with me, I'll take you to someone who understands what's going on and can teach you a thing or two about what's happening."

"And," Shirou gave her a flat stare, "where are we going to find someone like that, at this time of night, on a Wednesday?"

(---)

"Welcome to church," a man with a deep voice, dark hair and a priest outfit said as he saw Rin and Shirou walk through the front doors. "Ah, Rin, I didn't expect to see you show up. Is something the matter?"

"Not for me, Kirei." Rin said as she gestured to Shirou. "But he, on the other hand..."

"Let me guess, he just discovered magic and you're too busy to teach him how to use it?" Kirei raised an eyebrow when she shook her head. "Oh, is it about the other thing?"

"Yes." Rin grumbled as he chuckled. "He somehow summoned Saber to the war."

"Ah, how interesting," Kirei nodded and smirked. "Alright, listen up, boy. This is a small war between legendary warriors of myth, legend and history. There's seven servants and seven masters, the servants and masters fight until there's only one left alive, the winner gets a wish granted by the Holy Grail."

"Wait, you mean that thing that..."

"Not that one." Kirei shook his head at Shirou. "That one got lost in an Earthquake back in World War 2. This one calls forth heroic spirits, and the last spirit and master combination alive gets a single wish."

Shirou sweat-dropped at the answer. "So, to win, I have to..."

"Kill the other masters and servants." Kirei chuckled at the dark look on Shirou's face. "Well, there's a couple of other ways to win. If you can get a master to surrender their command seals to you, they will drop out and you can continue on."

"And, these command seals..?"

Kirei rolled his eyes. "Man, you know nothing. Alright, listen up. A command seal is what's used to keep a bond between master and servant. Since servants are generally a lot more powerful than their master, the command seals act as a limiter of sorts. Servants know they can't get too out of control, a single command seal can put them back in their place. But, at the same time," he grinned at Shirou, making him uncomfortable at the look, "screw up too much and your servant will kill you when you least expect it. You only have three command seals, use them wisely." He smirked at Shirou. "Or did you use one already? Not a good idea, considering you have to last out the rest of the war."

Shirou twitched, he didn't like this guy already.

"Anyway, the question I have for you, Shirou, is, will you accept being a master and continue fighting this war?" He turned away from Rin and Shirou. "I warn you, if you choose to accept, it will be nothing but difficult battles. Friends and foes, those who were once your ally will now be your enemy." He narrowed his eyes and smirked. "Heck, the very reality that you know will be shattered. If you wish to give up your command seals, do so and I will offer you protection at the church until the war is over."

"No," Shirou shook his head, "no, I'll fight in this war. But not because I can, but because I want to keep people safe."

"Really?" Kirei chuckled at him. "I suppose I should tell you then. If you're so eager to protect people, what would you do if you knew that the grail could grant such a wish? Or, perhaps, what would you do if you knew that servants could steal the life of people from just a touch, a glance or even a thought?" Shirou's eyes widened and Kirei chuckled. "Just ten years ago, the fourth Grail War was completed, during that time, the servant Caster helped a mass murdering psychopath slaughter dozens of people in incredibly brutal and horrifying ways."

Shirou shuddered at that thought. "It doesn't matter, I'll stop that. I'll fight to stop all of that!"

Kirei chuckled heavily. "Well then, see to it that the tragedy of ten years ago isn't repeated." Shirou's eyes widened as he smirked. "I will tell you and Rin both this though, as the mediator of this war, I do not want either of you to come through those doors unless you either give up on being a master and wish to bow out of the war or if you are in need of council. Though, I'd prefer if you just gave me a phone call. I won't give you any information about who has what servant that you don't know, but I can tell you that Saber was the final servant summoned."

"Right..." Rin nodded and turned around. "Kirei, just leave the war to me, okay? Fuyuki is my prefecture after all."

Kirei just smirked as the two teenagers left the building. "How... Interesting." Still, things were looking somewhat amusing for the upcoming war.

(---)

"What happens now?" Shirou asked as he, Rin and Saber walked away from the church and onto the street corner.

"Now?" Rin gave him a flat stare. "Now you know the truth of this war. I'll walk with you for a little bit longer, but afterwords, we split up and are no longer allies."

"Ah, well, in that case, thank you, Tohsaka." Shirou rubbed the back of his head.

"Maybe you shouldn't thank her just yet." A new voice spoke up and Rin, Shirou and Saber all turned to see a young looking girl with white hair, red eyes standing a few feet from them. She had a large purple hat on her head, a white scarf and a purple dress. "Hello, Rin, Onii-chan." She grabbed her dress and bowed slightly. "My name is Ilya, Ilya von Einzbern."

"Von Einzbern?" Rin gasped as she looked at the young girl. "You're their representative this time?"

Ilya gave her a grim smile. "Indeed, I do represent the von Einzbern family this time."

"I believe," a new voice spoke up as a tall woman wearing a black, sleeveless shirt that clung to her body, revealing the fact that she had decently large breasts and short dress materialized behind Ilya, "that you have taken enough time, master." The woman had long silver hair, fingerless gloves on her hands, eyes so red that they seemed to be rubies rather than eyeballs, and six black wings on her back. She had short boots on her feet and one sock that ran way up her right leg, leaving her left one almost completely bare. "Shall we?"

"Of course, Caster."

"That's your servant?" Shirou asked as Ilya nodded. Even if she was challenging him, he was just struck by how... Similar Caster and Ilya looked. The eyes, the hair, granted Caster's hair was darker than Ilya's, but other than that...

"Ohohohohoho!" Rin started laughing at Ilya. "Too bad for you, Ilya... You called up a Caster class, and Saber here is a natural enemy for all Caster class servants."

Ilya didn't look worried, if anything, she looked amused more than anything else. "Oh, Rin, how foolish you are. I admit, I too was under the impression that my Caster wasn't that strong of a servant," she winked and held up a finger, "however, it turns out that she's a natural twenty."

Both Rin and Saber's eyes widened at that. "A... Natural twenty?" Rin shivered. She had heard about that before.

"What's with that?" Shirou didn't understand what was going on, why would twenty make them so nervous?

"Occasionally, someone gets summoned to a class that they're well suited for, but it turns out that they don't have the weaknesses of that class. In Caster's case, her weakness should be close range combat, but..." Rin trailed off as she took a step back, "if she really is a natural twenty, she'd be almost as good as a Rider class in close range combat."

"Even so," Saber narrowed her eyes as she looked at Caster, "she is still a Caster class, and I am still a Saber class servant. If I stay close to her, she would be unable to use her strongest magic against us."

"Who says you're going to get away?" A voice similar to Ilya's spoke up and Rin, Shirou and Saber slowly turned around to see another girl, this one looked very similar to Ilya, other than her dark skin. Behind her, a bronze-skinned giant with dark hair, thick muscles and a stone sword-axe stood silently. "After all... Onii-chan, Ilya, I want to kill both of you."

"Ilyasviel." Ilya said softly. "Grandfather sent you?"

"After I properly summoned Berserker, which you were unable to do," the dark-skinned girl narrowed her red eyes at Ilya, "grandfather sent me to Fuyuki to make sure that we got the grail."

"I am not liking these odds." Saber muttered as she looked at both Caster and Berserker. She could probably beat one or the other fairly easily, but if it came down to a crossfire situation, she wasn't sure if she could beat one without the other taking cheap shots at her.

"Perhaps I should even them then?" A familiar voice spoke up and Rin sighed as Archer appeared next to Saber. "Two on two is a lot more balanced, don't you think?"

Ilya crossed her arms over her chest and sighed. "Well, Rin, consider yourself lucky, I'll let you and your servant leave. After all," she narrowed her eyes at the group in front of her, "this is a family matter."

"In that case," Archer smirked at Ilya, "I doubt I could leave." He chuckled softly, "even if I wanted to, my master seems to want to owe Emiya something." There was more to it than what he said, of course. In his hands, two swords appeared, one black as night, the other one was white, almost looking like the moon itself. "Before you say anything, Saber, I am only doing this because my master isn't one to leave, even if it would make things easier."

Rin twitched. "It's not like that! Stupid servant, I don't want to owe him anything, that's all!"

"Didn't you already pay him back for saving your life?" Archer smirked at Rin, who just twitched. "As for this, though..." He narrowed his eyes as he looked at Berserker while Saber faced off with that weird Caster girl. 'What is going on here? Ilya, how did you summon a Caster servant?' He might not have remembered too much, but he knew that Ilya summoned Hercules as Berserker, so why were there two Ilyas and why did one of them have Caster?

The tension in the air was tremendous, all it would take would be one small thing to set off the fireworks.

A body crashing to the ground and sliding up to Saber and Archer's feet almost did the trick. "GAH!" The body said as it sat up, revealing it to be a female body as she clutched her chest. "That bitch! She kicked me in the boobs!"

There was a soft noise of two feet touching down onto the ground. "Considering your size," a rather tall woman with purple hair, black stocking, black arm covers and a black dress that left her upper thighs and shoulders exposed, spoke up, "it was a hard target to hit." One thing that was noticeable on the woman, besides the chains with spiked ends in her hands, was the purple blindfold she had over her face.

The girl jumped to her feet, revealing that she wasn't too tall, she had light blonde, almost white hair, dull red eyes, while wearing ankle boots, a cape around her waist that revealed biker shorts from the front, an armored top with a coat that was very similar to Archer's jacket. "What did you say?!" She yelled while glaring at the tall woman.

"Urgh," Ilyasviel twitched as she looked at the group. "Berserker... Kill all of them."

The dark skinned girl's servant let out one massive yell before charging at the group.

The Holy Grail War had finally begun in earnest.

(---)

The giant's roar caught both newcomer's attention. Snarling at the five in front of him, Berserker charged forward, his stone sword held up and to the side. Ignoring how the one in red and the one in blue grabbed the non-servants and jumped away, Berserker homed in on the petite girl in skimpy clothing and swung his sword down at her. He growled when she rolled out of the way. Letting out a roar, he charged her again.

Meanwhile, Saber and Archer both put down their masters and looked at each other with distrust. Saber narrowed her eyes as Archer smirked at her. "Archer you..."

"May want to deal with Ilyasviel's Berserker." Archer, Saber, Rin and Shirou turned to see Ilya standing a foot away and looking at the battle as Berserker charged the small servant while the purple haired servant threw two chains at Berserker's back, bouncing off of his muscles and doing no damage. "After all, once he's done with them, he'll come for you." She smirked and turned her head to look at them. "Unless Oniichan thinks that he can be a hero and kill Berserker down there by himself."

Shirou looked at Ilya and down at Berserker and shivered slightly. The raw power, the blood lust, the rage, it was just incredible.

"And why should we stick around to fight?" Rin asked Ilya. "We're here, we can get our servants to grab us and leave."

Ilya sighed and pointed up. Looking up, Rin's eyes widened as she saw Caster in the air with a black sphere in one out-stretched hand pointing down at them while her attention was drawn to Berserker fighting the two girls. While neither of them could hurt the brute, he wasn't able to catch either of them. As Shirou looked at the petite girl, he wondered if maybe she was some sort of Saber servant as she was able to use several swords rapidly to defend herself with.

"And, besides," Ilya narrowed her eyes, "if Oniichan leaves now, I'll have no choice. I'll have Caster destroy this entire city." Ilya wondered if they'd run or if they'd fight. She had no problems destroying stuff to get what she wanted, and what she wanted the most was...

"Fine," Archer said as he turned to look at the battlefield. "But you'll have to excuse me if I vacate the battlefield. I am an Archer, after all."

"I don't care about you. I just want Oniichan to stay."

Shirou squeezed his hands into fists. "Fine! I'll stay. Saber, take care of that guy, will ya?"

"As you command," Saber nodded and rushed down towards Berserker.

Watching Saber leave to fight, Ilya let out a small sigh of relief. She really didn't want to have to have them call her bluff. Killing people wasn't a problem for her, but there were other reasons why she didn't want to go so far as to nuke the city.

Strangely enough, the Magic Association's possible anger never entered her mind.

(---)

Watching from a nearby tree, Lancer narrowed his eyes. 'Six... All six... DAMMIT!' He snarled mentally. He had no doubt that Berserker would likely fall, Saber should be able to handle such a creature and Caster, from what he heard of her master, was probably strong enough to kill him, he wasn't sure about the Archer, but there was something...

'Oh, wanting to get out there and fight?' An amused deep voice said in the back of his mind. 'Six servants fighting at once? Reminds me of my war. Though, I suppose you just want to get in there and fight someone?'

"Yes, dammit! Just... One... Fight..."

'Hmm... Very well then, Lancer.' Lancer's eyes widened as he felt 'shackles' on his body suddenly loosen. 'For today, I'll let you fight to your heart's content. However, you aren't to harm any of the masters, and if any of them are in danger...'

"Fine, I'll protect them," Lancer smirked as he called forth his weapon, "but don't expect me to hold back!"

(---)

Kirei chuckled as he continued to observe what was going on through Lancer's eyes. "Interesting, even in the last war, all the servants didn't show up right away." An arrogant voice spoke up and Kirei turned to see a familiar blond haired man standing there, looking at the far walls of the church and narrowing his eyes. "Someone cheated, there's two Archers out there."

"Are you sure, Gilgamesh?" Kirei asked, wondering what this meant to the whole grail wars this time.

Gilgamesh turned to look at Kirei with narrowed eyes. "Are you forgetting who you're talking to?"

"Ah." Kirei held up his hands in surrender. "You'll have to forgive me, Golden King, I am not as perfect as you are. And, as a flawed human, I have to admit, I thought I may have misheard you."

"Very well, I'll forgive you for your transgression in assuming that I was mistaken. But there's two Archer-class servants out there." His eyes narrowed as he looked out at the walls. "I may have to... Get involved early."

"Might I ask that you don't?" Kirei asked while bowing to Gilgamesh. The shorter king narrowed his eyes at the priest. "After all, if you got involved, it would take the fun out of the war. And besides," he stood up fully, "this isn't the first time a war has summoned something unusual. After all, the third war was noted for having two Saber class servants and Avenger instead of Berserker."

"Hmm..." Gilgamesh closed his eyes and rubbed his chin in thought. "I suppose so," he smirked as an amused thought came to him, "perhaps the two Archers were summoned at the same time then. If two masters were trying to get an Archer, then perhaps the grail decided to give them what they wanted."

Kirei fought the urge to sigh. Gilgamesh's temper really could cause a problem if he decided he wouldn't rein it in any longer.

"Kotomine!" Gilgamesh turned and walked off. "I grow bored of my current entertainment downstairs, I need some new video games."

Kirei sweat-dropped, the last time Gilgamesh wanted video games, he ordered everything in stock. "I'll see what I can do." Then again, from what Kirei had heard about Rider from the previous war...

"Maybe this is his way of showing that man some respect?" Who knew what went through Gilgamesh's mind at any point, but Kirei knew that Gilgamesh didn't respect too much and only Saber and Rider from the last war had managed to earn that much from him.

(---)

Landing in front of Berserker, Lancer grinned and stabbed forward, hitting the brute in the chest and drawing some blood. "Your fight's with me, big guy."

The only response he got was a roar.

Lancer smirked as he ducked out of the way of a swipe at his head. "Ha ha ha, excellent!" Lancer laughed as he stabbed forward as fast as he could, and since he considered himself made of goes fast, it was pretty impressive. Most people couldn't even try to block against that many stabs. Nearly everyone who was attacked would be nothing but paste on the sidewalk, the tougher ones would just have holes in their bodies as they bled out.

It was too bad that he was going up against the one opponent that could ignore those wounds and keep going. Lancer's eyes widened as, instead of being a bloody pulp on the ground, Berserker was suddenly in front of him, with rapidly healing holes in his body, grabbing Lancer by the leg and lifting him off the ground before slamming him down.

Lancer let out a grunt as he was smashed into the ground hard enough to drive the air out of his lungs. The next thing he knew, he was being swung over Berserker's head and slammed onto his back on the other side of the giant. The next thing he knew, Berserker was spinning in place before letting Lancer go and throwing him up at the floating Caster.

Caster raised an eyebrow and held a hand in front of her. When Lancer smashed into her barrier, she snorted as he started to slide down before she grabbed him by his hair and held him up. "I believe that your fight is with Berserker." Spinning around twice, she threw Lancer, head first, back at Berserker.

If Berserker could, he would have grinned as he gripped his weapon and swung upwards at the descending Lancer.

"Don't..." Lancer grunted as he twisted in mid-air to avoid the swing, "underestimate," he landed on Berserker's shoulders and jumped up and away from the giant, "me!" He turned and readied his weapon, only to pale as Berserker was right in front of him in mid air. "Oh crap."

Berserker let out a scream as he slammed his weapon into Lancer, driving him down to the ground and making a deep impression. Standing up, Berserker lifted his weapon up to finish Lancer off when the blue-haired Servant etched something into the air with a trembling finger. The next thing Berserker knew, an eruption occurred around his head, causing him to scream and stumble back as Lancer flipped out of the hole and jumped backwards, "alright then, big guy, let's see you take THIS!" He jumped into the air and notched his spear backwards. "Gae... BOLG!"

Berserker took one step forward before he was struck in the chest by a red barbed spear. Lancer's eyes widened as Berserker's chest wasn't pierced, but was able to stop the spear. "Impossible!"

"Not really." A young voice spoke up and Lancer turned to see the dark skinned Ilyasviel standing there, smirking with her arms crossed over her chest. "If it's a weapon or power of B rank or less, it can't hurt Berserker. And even if you could poke holes in his skin, you didn't get too far, did you? Just the tip entered his skin. And I'm guessing that your Noble Phantasm is only B rank, isn't it?"

"Heh, okay then..." The spear in front of Berserker disappeared and reappeared in Lancer's hand. "Then, how about..." He drew something on the shaft of his spear and Ilyasviel's eyes widened as she felt a burst of power.

"Berserker! Kill him!" Ilyasviel screamed and Berserker roared as he rushed forward.

"Gae BOLG!" The spear suddenly shone so brightly that Lancer and Ilyasviel had to look away as the whole street was suddenly bathed in enough light that one would think it was daytime.

This time, the spear managed to pierce Berserker's chest, striking him in the heart and causing Berserker to scream out as his heart exploded.

"Heh, well, that's..." Lancer smirked, knowing that no one could get up from Gae Bolg after it stabbed their heart.

The next thing he knew, he was flying backwards from an incredibly strong and fast punch that sent him crashing into a street light. "What the?"

"Ohohohohohoho!" Ilyasviel laughed as she put her hand up to her mouth. "It's impressive that you took one of Berserker's lives, Lancer, but, you should know something, Cu Chulainn..." She had a nasty grin on her face as Berserker glared at Lancer, "that Berserker is Greece's strongest hero of legend."

"...Her...Herakles?" Lancer trembled. "Why would you summon him?" Just his luck, one of the few Heroes of legend that could be called to nearly any class and he had to get called to the Berserker class. "I suppose he can't die too easily, huh?"

Ilyasviel laughed again. "Fool! His legend was that he had to complete twelve tasks so impossible that, when each one was done, he was given immortality, the twelve trials!"

Lancer stood up and bit his lower lip. "So, not only do I need to kill him once, but twelve times?" And for some reason, he wasn't sure if he could kill him with Gae Bolg again.

Ilyasviel blinked as Lancer suddenly broke out into a massive grin. "What?"

"YES! This is what I wanted!" Lancer started laughing and took a stance. "Come on, big guy! Let's go again!"

Ilyasviel could only stare as Berserker charged at Lancer again with a roar. "...Oh yeah, Chulainn was a battle maniac, wasn't he?"

(---)

When Lancer appeared, Rider wasn't sure what he had in mind, but when the blue-haired Servant drew Berserker's attention, the tall Servant nodded and turned her attention to the Archer she had been battling. "Well then," she threw her spiked chain at her opponent, who jumped out of the way as the nail stuck itself into the ground. "Perhaps you could stand still and die."

"No way!" The female Archer cried out as she scooted backwards and flipped to her feet. "If I did that, well, dying sucks, you know? I did that once already." Rider paused when two swords formed in the Archer's hands and she looked over to where Archer and Saber were at. "...Interesting, that you would summon a pair of swords just like he has."

"Well, I am an Archer." She smirked at Rider. "Besides, what do you care?" Rider's strike was more than strong enough to send her sliding backwards.

"Well, for one thing, Archers tend to not use swords." Rider pointed out and looked at the other Archer before looking back at her opponent. "...You know what? I think that the world went stupid when I wasn't looking. Two Archers, both using swords? Since when does that happen?"

"Who said it couldn't?" The female Archer smirked at Rider. "...You know what? Call me Archerko when he's around." She pointed her sword at the other Archer. "It'll be easier than going 'hey Archer, not you, the other Archer' all the time."

"Fine." Rider nodded to her and the next thing Archerko knew, Rider's foot was planted into her stomach sending her flying backwards and tumbling end over end. "...You're not much of a fighter, huh?"

"Guh!" Archerko flipped to her feet and grimaced. "Not against someone who's moving at the speed of sound!" She narrowed her eyes as Rider gave her a small smirk. "Well then, I'll have to make it impossible for you to get to me."

"Really?" Rider lowered herself into a three-point stance, allowing a perfect view down her dress and at her breasts. "Let me see what you can do then."

Rider rushed forward and Archerko smirked as spears, lots of spears, suddenly started erupting from the ground upwards and from different angles at such speeds that Rider was forced to jump back to avoid them. "Interesting that you can do that." Archerko just shrugged and Rider quickly jumped back as another spear ripped through where she was a moment ago. If Rider was more emotive, she would have narrowed her eyes as Archerko was suddenly in front of her, slashing forward with her swords. Rider barely got her spikes up in time to hold off the attack.

(---)

"I have to say, Saber..." Archer looked at the blonde, who looked back at him with narrowed eyes, "if this were other circumstances, we would be allies, however," he smirked while calling his two blades out, "it seems that Lancer is keeping Berserker busy."

"Archer," Saber hissed as she held up her weapon, "we should ally ourselves with Lancer to defeat Berserker. If we allow someone of that class to run around free..."

"As strong as Berserker is, Saber..." Archer narrowed his eyes at the petite woman, "Lancer seems intent on fighting him alone. Would you interfere with another Servant's pride like that?"

Saber narrowed her eyes at Archer as she stepped away, slowly circling him. "What would you know about that?"

He sighed, shaking his head. "Saber, you and Lancer, you two and your damnable honor refuse to take the advantages given to you. After all, if Lancer were to die here and now, would that not make it easier to win the grail? His Gae Bolg can kill any of us in one hit, do you think that your luck can hold out forever?"

When she swung her blade at him, Archer nearly smirked in victory. There wasn't much he wanted in his existence, ending it was one thing, but part of him, a deep part, still saw Saber as the best sword fighter ever. It was that part, the part that still idolized her, that wanted to see just how he compared to the legendary King of Knights.

There were plenty of others who were more powerful, stronger, or skilled than Saber was, even as she was now. However, none of that mattered to Archer, she was the measuring stick he used to determine how far he had gotten in his life and his skills.

There was no more time for words as Saber rushed in, swinging her invisible sword at Archer. There were sparks as her blade met his and he parried her sword to the side.

Saber narrowed her eyes as she watched him do that, something about that disturbed her.

(---)

Shirou took his eyes off the battlefield and looked at Rin. "So, tell me, Tohsaka... What do you want out of all of this?"

Rin narrowed her eyes at him. "It doesn't matter what I want." She waved her hand dismissively. "Consider this payment in full that I didn't take Ilya's offer to leave the battlefield early."

"For some reason, I think her partner should be Ruby, not Archer." Ilya commented, drawing their attention. "I have no idea why, but I'm imagining something called Ruby near you and making you do embarrassing things." Her mind really wasn't on the battle, none of the servants were hers, and from what she could see, Berserker would kill that Lancer soon enough, even if Lancer was faster than Berserker, Gae Bolg wasn't going to kill him again. No, her mind was on two people at that moment, "Rin, I understand that the Japanese do not like to get involved with affairs that aren't their business," Ilya said with her eyes closed. "So, I'll ask you, just step aside so I can talk to Ilyasviel and Oniichan, okay?" She grinned and tilted her head to the side, her hair moving with her motion.

"And what makes you think I won't take a shot at you three when you're distracted?" Rin was already backing up. She had no real reason to protect Shirou and even less reasons to help either Ilya out.

Ilya pointed upwards at Caster. "Because my Servant isn't engaged in any battles, Rin, if you tried anything, you'd be dead before you could call your Servant to protect you." She giggled at the raw frustration that formed on Rin's face. "You should work on your temper, Rin."

Even if she was frustrated, Rin didn't think she could handle three masters and a Servant at the same time. Even with her gems, if she tried attacking a Servant, well... Right now the Servants seemed content to fight each other, and she didn't think she'd want to draw their attentions right now anyway. "Fine..." Rin turned around and walked a short distance until she stood by a tree. Even if Shirou wasn't too bad looking, she wasn't going to risk the ire of a Caster-class servant who apparently won the super power lottery.

"Ilya," Ilyasviel narrowed her eyes, "you could just give up, let Berserker and myself handle this. Grandfather doesn't expect you to win after all." She looked at Shirou and narrowed her eyes, "of course, if you want first shot, I won't complain too much."

"First shot?" Shirou looked at the dark skinned girl in confusion. "What's going on?"

"Really, Oniichan, did you think that it wouldn't matter? After what happened, how can you be so blind?" Ilyasviel shook her head. "Maybe it would be best if you weren't part of this war anymore? How about it?" She smiled at him. "Give up your command spells and I promise not to hurt you too much."

"Hey!" Ilya narrowed her eyes at the dark skinned girl. "Leave Oniichan alone! I get to do that stuff to him!"

"You know, Ilya..." Shirou said as he tried to ignore the fact that the girls seemed to want to kill him, "if you keep calling me that, I might think you are my sister."

Ilya blinked at him. "Didn't Kiritsugu tell you?" Seeing Shirou's confused look, she sighed and shook her head. "Never mind, I guess it wasn't too important for him."

Shirou wasn't sure why, but, that tone of voice that she used, it was so... Different than before. He didn't know what it was, but there was something in the way that she spoke that just reminded him of what it was like for him when Kiritsugu died. "Ilya..."

"Bah! I'm bored." Ilya looked away with her eyes closed. "Caster! We're leaving!" She turned to glare at Shirou. "Try to stay alive for at least a few days, Oniichan." Caster landed next to her and picked her up before flying off herself.

(---)

Rider looked at Archerko. "It seems my master wants me to withdraw," the purple haired Servant stood to her full height and turned around while fading from sight.

Archerko sighed and stretched her neck from side to side, working a few kinks out of it. "Damn, I knew I should have avoided her." She just had to fight the fastest Servant on the first night, didn't she? Looking at Berserker and Lancer, she shook her head before looking at Saber and Archer and sighing. "...Later." She disappeared from view, leaving just the four servants alone.

Just after she disappeared, Lancer found himself crashing on his back where Archerko was. "Nngh," he winced and looked at Berserker as the giant growled before turning and walking over to his master. "Hey! Are you just going to leave?! Come on! I was just getting my second wind!" He sat up and forced himself to his feet before grimacing as he felt his leg suddenly break. "Gah! This is nothing! Get back here!"

Berserker ignored him as he continued to walk towards his master.

"Berserker!" Archer jumped away from Saber and held his swords out defensively in front of him. If Berserker attacked, he'd have to get Saber to distract the giant until he could get some distance, like about two miles, and fire some of his favorite weapons to deal with Berserker.

The giant ignored the two of them and continued to Ilyasviel. As she was picked up by Berserker, Ilyasviel grinned at Shirou. "We'll meet again."

Rin looked at Shirou and let out a sigh. "Emiya-kun, if you keep Saber from attacking anymore, I think I'll call it a night as well."

"Master," Saber looked at him while keeping one eye on Archer. "Do you wish to leave?"

"Yeah, I need to think about stuff." Shirou nodded and the two Servants walked back to their masters, while keeping an eye on each other.

"Well, I suppose it can't be helped." Archer snorted as he looked at the two of them. "With a master like him, you probably won't last too long, Saber." He picked up Rin and jumped away.

"Let's go home, Saber." Shirou tried to ignore the fact that Rin's Archer annoyed him to no end, and he didn't even have to do anything.

"Very well, let us go." Saber nodded as they walked towards the Emiya estate.

"HEY!" Lancer cried out as everyone ignored him. "What about me?!"

Spoiler for The Invasion of the MST3k review in the FSN thread BEGINS!:

Me:Weeeeeeeeee!!! Guess Who?

Odin: The NEET who's working in a train depot which is currently underneath a mall.

Me: Odin!!!!!

Val: this reminds me of the time I end up replacing the Idiot here due to a certain troll of an apostle...

*Cue Zelretch sneezed while watching Kirito and the rest of the SAO survivors in his set.*

Sarah: Very refined from the initial draft...

Me: He got time to make the necessary changes anyways.

Iris: Should we warn the authors her about His muse's Muse eating tendency?

Mariemeia: NAH!!!! Where's the fun in that? *Got frozen with a mind charged Bufudyne.*

Meer: Silence or I'll execute you even more!

Cagali: Leave some for us to beat down, Meer.

Lacus: I don't mind the aphrodisiac treatment ducting the party but there's a fine line on doing it and OVERDOING it...

Reia: I don't think Cu Chuliann needs any buffs for luck.

Me: Considering he's the butt-monkey in the Fate series, don't bother.

Odin: Unless you curse him with Murphy's calling, I'm sure we and the readers won't mind him suffer for laughs.

Val: He DID have a rank E on luck in the canon.

*A massive cat fight broke out as Amelia, Moka, Kurumu, Mizore and Ruby fought on how's gonna get to sleep with Odin*

Elane: *sweatdrops* Boy... Can you even control your Harem, Odin?

Odin: *deadpans* I'm a soldier. Not a Magnificent Bastard who enjoy manipulating everyone just for the lulz...

Me: Anyways.... Before we got the MEoDP couple arrive with the rest of the crew... I'm gonna say that expect I'll be tossing MST3K alot in reviews...

*Cue a broken Lancer from the fight crawls in front of the cat fight.*

Lancer: This isn't my day.

*Odin kicked him into the cat fight.*

Odin: *troll face* Indeed. It's not your day.

*Everyone hears Lancer's screams as he got caught in the multiple attacks between the fighting girls.*

Elane: Well... At least we know that Lancer can scream like a girl...

Me: *facepalms*