Before we begin, I'd like to say something:

Let's do this right this time around.

(Japanese Airspace, 1:13 PM)

A plane flies over Fuyuki.

A man with blond hair, a pair of Lennon specs over his hidden eyes, and a sky blue three-piece suit with a lavender-pink tie, looks out the window next to his seat.

He then opens up his flip-phone, reading Sunday, 26 September, 2004.

He then looks at the bespectacled lavender-haired girl next to him, currently reading a volume 1 of Slayers.

"Oi." He elbows the girl's arm, causing her to turn her attention away from her light novel. "We're here." He then points toward the window outside, showing her the landscape below.

"Huh. Looks a lot cleaner then it did ten years ago."

(Ground Level, Osaka Prefecture, 1:18 PM)

The two then make their way out of their seats along with the other passengers as they head toward the plane's sole exit.

Once they grab their luggage, the two then head toward customs and show their passports to the receptionist.

"You're..." The receptionist looks at the blond man's passport. "Abram Azrael Adams. And as for the little lady..." She then looks at the girl's passport. "Monica Adams. You two related?"

"Adoption." The man replied.

"What is your duration of your stay?" The reception lady asked.

"Three weeks, tops."

"Reason?"

"Business, and also to meet up with a few friends living here." The man replied.

"Alright then." The woman then stamps their passports and travel visas then gives it back to the two. "Enjoy your stay!"

The two then grab their bags and make their way towards the nearest train station.

(Train Heading toward Fuyuki, 1:39 PM)

"So, where are we heading?" The girl asks the man sitting next to her.

"Have you ever heard of a place called Fuyuki?" The man asked.

"You mean that city in Japan that caught on fire back in 94'?" She replied. "They say the cause was 'gas leak', but you and I saw 9/11 up close, right?"

"And you're implying what, exactly?"

"I'm implying that the so-called 'cause' is bullshit." She tirades.

"Well, one way to find out, right?" Abram replies. "That's what we're here for, after all."

"Loser buys Christmas gifts both." She then pulls out a volume of The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya (Original Japanese Print) from her duffel bag while the train heads towards its next destination.

Abram meanwhile, opens up his laptop that he retrieves from his briefcase.

"An e-mail..." He then clicks on it, revealing the following.

"Abnormality in Fuyuki for the past month has been confirmed." He then clicks on the linked file on the e-mail, revealing the list of names labeled under the word "Suspects".

Suspects

Shirou Emiya (Redhead, plain looking but surrounded by girls around his age, attends Homurahara Academy, second year, occasionally stays late after school and walks home late in the evening, 17 years of age)

Rin Tohsaka (Black hair in pigtails, mostly wears red clothing, lives alone in a manor, attends Homurahara Academy, second year, 17 years of age)

Sakura Matou (Formally Tohsaka; Violet hair, small red ribbon on her hair, attends Homurahara Acdemy, first year, 16 years of age)

Souichirou Kuzuki (Dark green suit, wears glasses, a world history teacher at Homurahara Academy, lives in Ryuudou Temple, 38 years old)

Kirei Kotomine (Priest, resides in the Fuyuki Church, 36 years of age)

Shinji Matou (Deceased)

Unknown Western Male (Long black hair, wears glasses, black pinstripe suit, smoker, looks roughly around early 30s)

Unknown Western Male (Long dirty blond mane-like hair, stubble, carries a flask, just above 200 cm tall, recently confirmed to be 29 years of age)

Unknown Western Male (Graying brown hair, stubble, wears a dark longcoat with suit attire under it, wears glasses, usually hangs out at the baseball cages on evening, late 50s or early 60s)

Unknown Western Lady (Cream-blond hair in ringlets, blue ballroom dress with detached sleeves, lives in a manor that's just recently built, the "Ohohohoh" Ojou Laugh [weeb], assumed to be around 17 or 18 years of age)

Unknown Albino Girl (Albino, wears prominently purple clothing, rumored to live/spotted in the Einzbern Forest, assumed to be around 11 or 12 years old)

Abram lets out a sigh as he closes the laptop on his legs.

"Bastard works fast... I gotta treat him when I run into him." He thoughts as he looks out the window behind him, seeing a moderately-sized city by the bay.

"Next stop: Fuyuki City. Next stop, Fuyuki City." The intercom stated.

"Oi, Monny." Abram elbows her arm again, catching her attention. "Showtime."

As the train screeches to a halt, the two then make their way to the sliding double doors, each with their respective baggage in their hands.

(Mount Miyama, Fuyuki, 1:57 PM)

"Here we are." Abram then look around the suburban landscape of Fuyuki around him.

The skies are blue behind the patches of clouds, the stalls around them were steaming with hot snacks, and people were sprawling in the streets like ants upon a hill.

"Hmm, it seems that people can't staring at us." Abram stated.

"Says the person who looks like Muruta Azrael from Gundam SEED crawled out of the TV screen." Monica snarked.

"Well..." Abram stutters. "You look like a Catholic schoolgirl!"

The so-called Catholic schoolgirl flips him off. "Don't diss til you try it, dad."

Abram flips her off in return.

Then a ringing sound is heard from his pocket. The man then reaches into his pocket, pulling out his flip phone. Abram opens it, reveling a text message.

Currently out of house right now. Come to the Semina Apartments after 10:00 pm, Until then, look around the town at your leisure or for any other reasons.

Sent

Sep 26. 04 1:59 p

He then closes his phone. "So, where should we head first?" Abram asked Monica.

"How about Shinto?" She stated. "Also on the way, can we go grab some taiyaki?"

"What flavor?"

"Red bean." She stated.

"Dibs on Kinpira, then." Abram then heads to the vendor with his wallet open.

The vendor hands two different taiyaki wrapped in white paper to the blond man as he then hands a black credit card for his pay.

Abram then hands the red bean taiyaki to Monica while he himself takes a bite out of the stir-fried lotus roots stuffed in the semi-sweet dough.

While eating, Abram looks down to see a glass jar of brown sauce rolling onto his feet.

"Sorry!" A male youth's voice calls out.

The man looks toward where the voice came from, revealing a redhead Japanese teenage boy. Abram picks up the glass jar and hands it to the redhead boy.

"I assume this is yours?" The man then presents the jar of tonkatsu saute.

"Yeah." The youth replied.

"Shirou!" A female voice called from a distance.

Abram then notices two blond woman, with one dressed in a white top and blue skirt, waving at the redhead, and the one next to her in a black and white goth-loilta outfit, standing there, aloof and with her arms crossed.

"Right, I'm coming!" The boy revealed to be Shirou puts the jar back in his one of numerous plastic bags slung around his arms.

"Oh, and before you go," Abram asks. "Can you tell me your name?"

"Shirou." The redhead replied. "Shirou Emiya." The boy then runs off before stopping. "And yours?"

"Please, just call be Abe." Abram smiled.

The redhead then runs toward where the two girls were calling out to him.

"Next time I run into you, I'll return the favor." Abram mutters to himself as he snaps a photo of the redheaded boy with his phone as both groups slowly disappear into the growing weekend crowd.

"He's a good kid." Abram mutters.

"Just what the hell are you implying?" Monica remarked as she then puts on her earbuds.

"Shame that he's caught in a web bigger than he probably already knows..."

(Emiya Residence, Miyama Town, 2:33 PM)

"We're home." Shirou stated as he entered through the front door.

"Greetings, dear Praetor!" A short, yet busty blond female wearing a red wool-knit sweater and a dangerously short pair of white bike tights bombastically appears before him from around the hallway corner.

"Welcome back Shirou-kun!" A chipper, petite blond female appears from the same with a white tengui slung over her back of her neck, wearing a white keigoki and a dark blue hakama, and grasping onto a shinai in her left hand.

"Oi, Shirou!" And again from the same corner, appeared a woman in her mid-20s, wearing the same garb and equipment that the petite blond female has.

"Hey Nero, Lily, and Fuji-nee." Shirou spoke to the greeting trio as he entered the hallway with the two other blond females behind him.

"Umu!" Nero stated in a chipper tone. "I'll be waiting in anticipation, as usual!" She then disappears back into the corner she came out of and back into the living room.

"See you at dinner, Shirou!" The brunette woman waved as she then went on her way.

"I'll work up an appetite at the kendo hall." Lily states. "I've still got to train, after all." She then disappears into the curve, following Shirou's brunette guardian.

"Shirou." The blond in white and blue spoke from behind him. "Can I help you out with dinner tonight?"

"And what?" The blond in the black goth-lolita spoke out. "Eat the food before it can be cooked beneath his suspicion?"

"THAT WAS YOU LAST NIGHT AND YOU KNOW IT!"

"You wanna go, popsicle?" The blond in black stated while cracking her knuckles menacingly as her own shadow then morphs into a demonic form. "Because I'm gonna rip out that stick stuck up your ass and beat you with it!"

"PREPARE TO REPENT! MY TYRANT COUNTERPART!" A burst of wind surrounds the blond in white and blue.

"I'LL FEED YOUR CARCASS TO MY DEMONIC HORDE!" The blond in black roared out as her demonic-looking shadow readies itself to pounce out of its domain toward its master's target.

"Saber, Alter." Shirou stated in a stern tone.

The two stop dead in their tracks upon hearing a familiar voice in an unfamiliar tone.

Shirou's body then subconsciously activates 5% of his Nerve Circuits, causing him to glow in a menacing shade of incandescent blue light.

"Keep that up, and I'll use my command seals to make both of you skip dinner. Understood?" He stated in a serene, yet ice-cold tone, calming, yet intimidating smile, and gentle, yet piercing gaze.

The temperature throughout the whole residence plummets to subzero levels, causing the party of three that were just going about their separate ways to now find themselves seeking asylum under the living room's sole kotatsu.

The two remain silent as they gawk before his sudden shift from his familiar warm and friendly mood to an ice-cold disciplinarian one.

"I'll take both of your silences as a yes." Shirou sighs out as he then heads toward the kitchen by his lonesome as he then deactivates his Nerve Circuits.

For the past few days, Shirou has prepared himself to adapt to the various kinds of hypothetical chaos that might ensue between the four Sabers, especially between Saber and Alter.

Whether they were arguing over something serious like their respective clashing ideologies, or over something petty such as which of them gets the last piece of whatever Shirou cooked up for dinner, he at least has thanks to his magical and physical training under Hallmark-sensei for preserving his sanity in an iron coffin.

As much as he loves them, even he has to admit that they were starting to take their toll, and not just psychologically.

With Kiritsugu's account now running dry (About 49k yen out of 13,666k yen remaining), Shirou now has to take extra shifts at his part-time job at the Copenhagen pub just to make ends meet.

Even with both Sakura and her Rider having jobs at the Singing Bird's Retreat antique store, Shirou calculates that unless Rin is willing to loan him money (which completely goes against his principles and logically, and also very unlikely that it would happen even if he allowed it), the food budget will only last about a week.

A feeling of dread shrouds over Shirou, but he then shakes it off, as usual.

"I can deal with that when the time comes." He thought. "Until then, just gotta focus on what's happening now."

He then sets down the bundle of plastic bags on the kitchen counter as he then readies to prep-cook his marinated tonkatsu dinner.

(Shinto, Fuyuki, 4:38 PM)

Shinto, the urban business district of Fuyuki.

After the great fire that wiped out thousands of innocent lives, and making Shirou the way he is right now, Shinto has gone through a stated of accelerated repair, making the widespread damage all but disappear as if was a thing of a lost distant past.

For the populace, the new Shinto was crisp, clean, and had the modern feel that the people today can appreciate.

But for Rin, the new Shinto was hollow, drab, and just looks artificial.

While Rin herself was looking down towards Fuyuki atop of one of the many skyscrapers, Archer and Assassin/Simo Hayha were in their spirit forms currently scouting around other rooftops throughout the city for possible vantage points to use later in the war, and Rider/Julius Caesar was guarding her in his physical form, along with a handful of his summoned Legionnaires from one of his Noble Phantasms, all of them, including Rider himself, were dressed in matching bodyguard suits and shades.

"Master." Rider whispered into Rin's ear.

"What is it?" She replied.

"I'd say, I find this whole place rather nostalgic." He states. "The clean marble white architectures, the people buzzing in the paved road, and the sun slowly setting on the ocean horizon." He pauses for a small chuckle. "Why, this place would be perfect if this place houses a public bathhouse. Then I'd feel as if I was back home."

"Okay first," Rin speaks out. "Get your head out of your little nostalgia trip and go back to your duty, Mr. Bodyguard."

"Yes, madam." He then goes back to his vigil stance along with the rest of legion.

"And second," Rin sighs out. "... should we survive this war, I'll tell you where the nearest bathhouse is."

"Rin, I suggest you don't trigger any flags." A deep voice of a male cried out.

Rin turns back to the front, seeing a crimson-clad Archer and the snow-camouflaged Assassin.

"Master Rin, we've returned to confirm that there are no enemy presences nearby." Assassin stated in a chipper tone.

"And I myself have found several vantage points where me and Assassin can utilize our full potential of long-range bombardments." Archer reports.

"Good work, you two." Rin states toward the two servants.

Rin did make a promise with Shirou that she, him, and Sakura, would remain as allies until they were the last ones standing, then they would pit their servants each other in an honorable combat.

Yeah right.

Trusting as Shirou is, the Holy Grail War isn't won by trust nor self-sacrifice. Rather, it's won by eliminating the other Master before they do the same to her.

First chance she gets, his head is going to be separated from his neck.

But regardless, she's still both impressed yet saddened by the fact that he could still hold onto his idealism despite already acquiring first blood.

Okay, "first blood" was stretching it, since Shirou's first kill was Shinji out of all people.

But the fact that he willingly entered a death game between other mages that each operate outside of the conventional moral spectrum, without losing face, still shows something special about him.

Or is it just the fact that he has four of the most combat-viable servants right out of the gate, and the fact that Shirou himself is technically about 16 times stronger than her in terms of raw mana before the whole damn war even started?

Is that really the privilege of the fortunate and the strong?

Before she could finish her train of thought, her stomach grumbles.

"Ugh..." Rin groans embarrassingly. "Everyone, let's just go back to Shirou's place before this gets more awkward..."

"I'll watch the rear." The crimson-clad Archer stated. "You guys go ahead."

Rider then summons his chariot with a pair of white horses pulling it while dismissing his summoned legionaries into spirit form. Rin and Assassin get on Rider's chariot while Archer scouts the rear, one last time.

As the carriage flies off, Rin then ponders on the notion that she has noticed that Archer has been doing a lot of so-called "last minute scouting" as of late.

As for Archer himself... let's say he has his own unspecified reasons.

"I swear, I thought I saw her around here somewhere..."

(Ten no Sakazuki, Mt. Enzou, 8:59 PM)

At the center of the cavern glowing in a dark-red light, stood a lone precipice.

In the lone precipice, there was something that was stirring the black mud rather... furiously.

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" The lone figure's stirring then progressively becomes more intense.

"MOTHERFUCKER!" Both of the figure's hands then repeatedly hammer down on the pool of black, sending splashes upward like a sugar-buzzed child in a kiddie pool.

"ONE WEEK! TWENTY-EIGHT SERVANTS! TEN CANDIDATES! AND NOT A SINGLE ONE LYING DEAD ON THE EARTH!" The blank figure ranted.

Okay, there was at least one death, but it was so pitiful that the figure in question doesn't count for anything.

Let alone, acknowledge such pitiful existence.

That said, the aforementioned figure in question was none other than Angra Mainyu, the (alleged) Zoroastrian god of all evil. The aforementioned All the World's Evil, was currently throwing a temper tantrum in a pool of black mud.

The reason for said tantrum; the chaos that he tried to sew into the Holy Grail War after a certain someone rigged the summoning ritual to give himself a battle harem of four Saber-class servants (and no, he's not exaggerating, for he sees all four of them sleeping in the boy's room, for he's admittingly jealous of, and the fact that he's masturbated while watching them all sleep in the same room in compromising positions, EVERY DAMN NIGHT, was an additional kick to his own balls that he did not need), and decided to let everyone in the war have access to multiple servants, hoping that the collateral will be even bigger then the complete snoozefest ten years back.

For Angra Mainyu back ten years ago, he wanted the whole country to be on fire, or at least the whole region, and not just an urban district. 1994, in his opinion, beneficial for him as it was, let's just say that was it so wrong for the All the World's Evil to want and expect more from it?

So what does he get after all that hard work!?

"NOTHING!" The figure roared out. "ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOTHING!" He then plunges his entire head into the black pool, the mud bubbling and muffling his screams of pure rage.

In his tangent of rage, a moment of calm sweeps his mind.

Then, an idea popped into his head.

The figure then frees his head from the pool and lets out a small chuckle.

"... hehehehe..."

Then bellows out a shrill laughter that echoes throughout the cavern.

"KYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

The figure's laughter slows to breathing.

"It was so obvious from the start."

His hands plunges into the pool of black.

"If no one's going play by my rules..."

Surges of mana from the Holy Grail and the Greater Grail gathers into his hands and into the mud.

"THEN I SURE AS HELL FUCKING WON'T!"

Then the whole pool glows red, with a gigantic summoning circle being formed on the pool's surface.

Angra Mainyu now had just about enough.

He's coming out to play.

And his fetish for blood and gore will be realized.

By his own hands.

"PERSONIFICATIONS OF HATE! SPECTERS OF THE ETERNAL GRUDGE! ASPECTS OF VENGEANCE! HEED MY CALL! RISE! ONCE MORE! AS THE WORLD THAT HAS SHUNNED US AND OUR VERY EXISTENCE IS NOW OURS FOR THE TAKING! KILL! RAPE! PILLAGE! AND BURN! THE WORLD THAT WE LOATHE AS YOU SEE FIT!"

The red light's illumination becomes intense enough to fill the whole cavern in its unholy radiance, bright enough to blind the figure's vision, and hot enough to make the black mud itself boil and bubble like soup in a cauldron over a fire.

The figure however, is undeterred, and does not stop his ritual.

His incantations become more intense as he then begins to siphon every last drop of mana that the leylines that's connected to him in order to complete the ritual in the most ideal way possible (in his way, of course).

"AWAKEN! ASPECT OF VENGEANCE: INJUSTICE! AWAKEN! ASPECT OF VENGEANCE: BETRAYAL! AWAKEN! ASPECT OF VENGEANCE: INDIFFERENCE! AWAKEN! ASPECT OF VENGEANCE: SPITE!"

The pool of black mud bubbles even more intensely, now spewing out geysers of steam.

"AWAKEN! TO PAINT THE SKY BLACK! AND TO DROWN THE WHOLE WORLD IN RED!"

Then the whole cavern turns into a world of red.

"AWAKEN! SERVANT CLASS AVENGER!"

Four silhouettes appear in the light as All the World's Evil's howling laughter drowns out all other possible noises that could even be made.

They had their chance.

They had their little fun.

It was now time to end this song and dance.

Because now, it's his turn.

To Be Continued...

Author's Note: This continuation fic is a rewrite of my ambiance-induced disaster known as my very first fanfiction.

Several changes to character writing and plot points will be made there and there, but the base fundamental story that I've planned for the past several months will still be there.

So that means I'm not getting rid of my OCs, but they will be slightly rewritten properly.

And chapters will be considerably shorter, due to the ease of re-reading them and a lot more digestible for the readers.

Plus, it's better to do it in my own style of writing rather then emulate CrossyCross's.

... I've learned my lesson here, folks. No one's perfect on their very first rodeo. And for the like of me, I fell off and snapped my neck like a dry pocky stick, too many times.

So, the recap:

Two people arrive to Fuyuki to figure out what really caused the fire ten years prior.

The list of names from an anonymous confidant was given to the man for reasons yet unknown.

The two and Shirou run into each other, with the man now taking caution of the youth.

Rin has been going outside more thanks to her 2 new servants.

Archer is currently looking for something...

... Or someone.

Angra Mainyu decides that the Nerve Damage Grail War wasn't violent enough so he decides to step forward and light an inferno under all the Grail War contestants's collective asses.

... By summoning four Avenger-class servants using the black mud itself as the catalyst, with plenty of mana to burn. (Headcannon: Each Avenger-Class Servant are different aspects of Vengeance, just like how each Espada from Bleach are different aspects of Death. Don't judge, I think it's a cool theory that I had cooking up in my noggin for the past several months.)

And Shirou is slowly running out of money for food.

... And Shinji, even after death by magic laser chainsword vertical bisection, is currently being shat on by mostly everyone, whether human or god, because why the fuck not.

... Good times.

So, how do you readers think about my rewrite of my first fanfiction?

Leave a comment or a review, for I like to know what my readers are thinking.

Also, time for my signature, what would CrossyCross's and my OCs would sound like.

I'll add the OC's voice as they're introduced.

And keep in mind, this is all just for funsies (But if F/GO does gets dubbed, I'm hoping that my hypothetical voices turn out close enough).

Abram Azrael Adams: Yuuichi Nakamura (JPN) Liam O'Brien (ENG)

Monica Adams: Reina Ueda (JPN), Marianne Miller (ENG)

Rider/Julius Caesar: Ryotaro Okiayu (F/GO version's voice) (JPN), David Stanbra (ENG)

Assassin/ Simo Hayha: Jun'ya Enoki (JPN), Spike Spencer (ENG)

P.S., New Year's Resolutions:

- Graduate High School without issue.

- Get a grip on what college is about and how the actual fuck if I know if I got in or not.

- Not repeating the same mistake know as my first fanfiction/the bane of my perfectionist mindset.

Happy New Year's, y'all.

And as I stated previously, let's do this right this time around.