A/N: WARNING!

This chapter has spicy bits!

As to be expected of Minamoto no Raikou.

There you've been forewarned ahead of time.

Now onto other matters FGO's been good to me.

On my second day playing the game I wound up getting Mozart, Hassan of the Cursed Arm, Bloodaxe, Lu Bu, Saint George, Kotaro, Sasaki, and Mata Hari.

Then, on my last summoning of the night, one I did purely on a whim...

...I got Nero Claudius.

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Well!

If I wasn't addicted to this game before, I am now. I wasn't even trying to get her! I didn't even know that was possible! I haven't spent a single CENT on this game and by some blind bloody struck of luck I keep getting good luck! I swear to god if I keep getting good fortune like this I'm going to lose my mind! I usually don't play mobile games at all, yet this one's caught my eye.

And the UMU~!

Considering I didn't get any repeats?

I'd say it was a good day.

But this game is stealing a LOT of my free time-what little I have, so I have to be careful.

Is it too much to ask for reviews? They seriously help me get through shitty days like this. If someone could be a dear and review A Most Unlikely Exam too, that'd be nice...its so close to two hundred and...well...I just need to hear some good news today.

So, off we go! REVIEW FOR IT FEEDS MY ENGINE OF CREATION~!

One more to go! Only one more! Then I can finally update everything and release the chapters I have planned.

THERE SHALL BE ONLY ONE MASTER!NARUTO ON THE MOON! SO SAYETH I! Moon Cancer is next, then I can finally open the floodgates and unleash the updates. There, now we have a grand total of five Master!Naruto in all. Almost done...gotta...keep going...

As ever, this will be gone in two days if people don't like it.

I do hope you like it T_T

"I'll never let you go."

"I'll be right down the hall, jeez...

~?

A Most Unlikely Decision (Interlude)

"Master~!"

Minamoto no Raikou was nothing if not affectionate. She was by his side with every step, happy and content to follow him where he willed as he strode down the hall. It didn't much bother Naruto at first; he was rather accustomed to the affections of the fairer sex by now, even if they were not necessarily so...forward in said affections. Indeed, Berserker stopped just short of outright clinging to him, yet she expressed her affection on other ways. Strange ways. Small ways, a manner of methodology that you really wouldn't notice unless you knew what to look for.

But Naruto did.

Her hips would always brush against his when he stopped to ask someone a question; her scent always lingered nearby when he stopped to resolve some menial dispute or attend to a task. For all the perks of being an Administrator of a Holy Grail War, he found himself starting conflicts just as much as settling them and apologized for it each time of course but in the same vein she made no effort to stop. She was always...touching him. As though to make certain she wasn't dreaming; to make sure he was still there. Her eyes would follow him as he crossed the halls, and more than once he caught his Servant staring. Her expression was a strange one; as though she couldn't decide whether to hug him or simply jump his bones.

Such as now.

"Is there something on my face?"

Raikou missed half a step but recovered flawlessly. "Whatever do you mean?"

Naruto was almost tempted to call her bluff, but her innocent blink only just dissuaded him. He knew precisely what she was playing at, but he wasn't about to give her the satisfaction. If being near him made her happy, then so be it. She'd even gone so far as to make him a lunch this afternoon. He couldn't bring himself to acknowledge her just yet. So he let her be. If she was so adamant about it they would eat together, fight together, even sleep together as they prepared to face their shared enemy.

Much to his chagrin she refused to hide away in astral form the rest of the day, consenting to it only when she absolutely needed to move quickly.

Now, here, by the third day, there was a away to Berserker's hips that most assuredly hadn't been there in the beginning; she didn't so much walk as she did strut. And the way she straightened her back and ran a hand through her hair when she thought he wasn't looking...well. He wouldn't lie, he found her attention-alright, MORE than a bit-attractive in the coming days. Downright adorable even. She was clearly pining for his attention if nothing else, and he made no attempts to rebuff her; on the contrary, he rather liked the way she fussed over him. He knew it would be wrong of him to play dense and ignore her, but he wasn't quite sure how to broach the subject without eliciting an outburst of joy or some other wild emotion from her.

For all her whims and whiles Raikou was still a Berserker.

That class had a tendency to be a bit...volatile when experiencing strong feelings.

She was excited; almost eager for the battle to come. He didn't blame her. Their fighting styles meshed quite well with another. The woman could create CLONES of herself with her Noble Phantasm. Coupled with his own vast reserves, he was certain they could drown out most enemies with sheer numbers if it came to it...

...except this one.

How long had it been since he was eager to fight someone since he'd discerned Saber's identity? Ages, at least. He had no intention of killing any Servants. Or their Masters. But fighting them? Beating arrogant kings and foolish knights within an inch of their lives? Knocking some sense into their thick skulls? He lived for that. He'd done it time and time again back on his world. After meeting Saber's master, he was all the more assured of his decision. If anyone needed a good thump on the head-and there were several Masters that he'd seen in need of such!-it was Leonardo B. Harwey, some upstart little ponce who sounded entirely too full of himself.

His Servant was another matter.

As the Administrator he had the rare privilege of instantly discerning a Servant's true name when he looked at them. None of their class abilities, stats, or Noble Phantasm-for the Moon Cell deemed that unfair-but with a true name he could instantly guess at their history from the varied tales of legends upon which he'd enriched himself before hand. If one was going to be fighting Heroic Spirits, then one needed to be familiar with a good number of legends, no matter how obscure.

Ser Gawain was a Knight of the Round Table and viciously strong. Still. They'd find a way.

Turn the corning, a flash of light danced in his peripherals.

Then he cut himself.

He wanted to tell himself it was just a slip, that he'd taken a turn too fast and simply tore open his hand on the back of a sharp object of some sort. But that wasn't it. He'd seen something. Someone had deliberately tried to cut him just now, and he'd jerked out of the way without thinking, raising a hand and sustaining injury on his index finger. He'd been targeted, but whomever had deigned to do the deed had slipped away. Were they truly so poor at their job? Or had they been trying to make a statement? Strange. Wasn't fighting forbidden outside of the arena? If so, then how had someone been able to injure him? Were the rules changed, somehow? Either way, this was going to make his job...difficult.

He paid no attention to the injury, knowing it would heal.

Raikou's reaction was...not so subdued.

"Are you hurt?!"

Quick as a flash she had him by the hand, inspecting the bloody gash across one of his fingers. He tried to shake her off to no avail, the concern in her eyes was quite real, evidenced by the gentle way she cradled his already healing injury. Aw. That was almost precious. She didn't know about his healing factor. No matter, he'd be fine.

He tried to say as much. "Its just a small cut, no need to worry about it-

"No, no, no! That will not do!

Before he could think to stop her, Raikou pressed her lips to the bloodied digit and sucked on it gently, tenderly.

"Are you hurt anywhere else? Shall I kiss it better?"

Her lips drifted close, closer, closest, brushing gently against his.

Unfortunately that "minor" injury he'd sustained had unexpected consequences.

"What are you doing?!" someone cried from down the hall. "You can't just suck on his finger! You'll give him an infection!"

The newcomer didn't move. She physically blurred and knocked Raikou out of the way. Wow. What a way to hip-check someone. That looked painful.

One moment she hadn't been there; the next, Naruto found himself face to face with an unfamiliar pair of red eyes framed by a stern face and full pink hair. He had less than a heartbeat to glimpse to glimpse a red formal shirt accompanied by a black skirt and pale boots. Nightingale, his eyes told him. Then a white-gloved hand levered him into the ground, ripped his palm into the ground and held up...where on earth had she gotten a saw blade?! A bead of stray sweat ran down his brow. That thing looked far too sharp for his liking, just what the hell was she planning on doing-

"We'll have to amputate your entire arm, I'm afraid."

The blade came down at blurring speed.

...nopenopenope!'

Naruto twisted his fingers together in a seal and rather than his own arm, the crazed woman found herself neatly lopping off the limb of a hapless passerby. Unfortunately, that passerby had been none other than a certain boy with blue hair. Credit where it was due, Nightingale bandaged the wound immediately, holding him down despite his frenzied screams. Such a shame about those Command Spells, though. They had been on his right arm. He wouldn't be able to command his Servant now, but at least he'd be able to survive without fear of being killed. His Servant could remain in Astral form indefinitely, or simply contract with someone else, and the blue-haired boy wouldn't be able to do anything about it. He would sit safely on the sidelines with no fear of dying, even if it did eliminate him from the competiton.

Judging by the screams he gave as an NPC hauled him away, he wasn't happy about it.

"Sorry about that!" Naruto called over at his back. "I thought she'd stop!"

Speaking of stopping, where the devil was Raikou-

"Ara, that was quite rude of you, miss."

An aura of bloodlust answered.

His hand snapped out in the same instant that the mad medic drew a flintlock pistol. One hand closed around naked steel; the other intercepted a bullet. In the next instant he used both wounded hands to yank the two women forward and bash their heads together, leaving them spinning in place. Well. That settled it then. Servants could attack each other-and an errant master or two-in the halls as they pleased. Just what had gotten into the Moon Cell to allow such a thing? Was it because of him? Was it testing him? Or was this all some horrible bug gone wrong-oh. They were moving again.

He narrowly dodged when Nightingale grabbed for him again. "Hey, stop!"

"No! Never!" Her gaze fixated on him fiercely. "I'll heal you even if I have to kill you."

Naruto couldn't help himself; for a moment his composure actually broke as he balked. "LADY WHAT THE HELL?!"

Those placid red eyes only blinked. "If your Servant cannot keep you from being harmed, then perhaps she is not fit to be your Servant."

Raikou all but swayed in placed as she started forward with a demented smile of her own. "Ara, ara, it seems I'll have to teach you a lesson after all...

"Will you stop?!"

As his beloved Berserker recovered and tried to attack again Naruto saw her coming; he swore as he tugged her backward by the arm, despite her protest. He was just readying a Command Spell to stop this insanity when a new voice interposed itself over the chaos.

"What's going on here? Why do I smell blood?"

Nightingale wasn't the only Servant he attracted; he glimpsed another out of the corner of his eye.

Clad in a silken kimono of graceful teal to match her equally pale hair, she was a slight and slender beauty, utterly normal...if one ignored the horns. Despite himself, Naruto groaned. Kiyohime. Despite knowing next to nothing about her, the sight of her name filled him with dread. It was almost too much to hope that Nightingale's little stunt-and Shinji's subsequent screaming-hadn't attracted attention. Initially, at first, he was hoping this newcomer would just glide past and leave them be. He nearly had his wish, too.

Then her eyes lit in a white-hot flare of recognition as they settled on him. "Wait!" she cried. "You, there! Halt!"

"What is it with me and Berserkers, for crying out loud?! OI!"

"You there, with the dark hair." the horned Berserker concealed a small smile behind her fan. "Give me your Master. If you won't surrender him, then I'll just have to take him."

Raikou went pale. "Why you impudent little...!

Naruto yanked her back.

"DO NOT~!"

(...0o0o0...)

When all was said and done, the chaos over and won, they retired to their room later that evening.

Naruto had been silently dreading this part all day; in part because he knew Raikou was trembling with tension. She wasn't spoiling for a fight with anyone-on the contrary. Her emotions had simply gotten the better of her at long last. To have someone so openly question her life's view was one thing, but to have another Servant simply walk up and claim they were going to steal her Master...no Servant worth their salt would have taken an insult like that lying down. And though she was many things, Raikou was an exemplary Servant.

He'd only just sat down on the bed when she flung herself down beside him. Her head landed in his lap not a heartbeat later.

"Such pushy girls!" his adorable Servant pouted. "They had some nerve, saying that!"

"Now, now." he patted her head. "Just relax."

"Who do they think they are?"

"Berserkers, like you."

"Not the point!"

He dearly wanted to hope that she would see sense and calm down. But between Nightingale and Kiyohime, the swordswoman had been push to her breaking point; thus, his words fell on deaf ears. If things were tense before, now Minamoto no Raikou looked all of an instant from bolting out of his lap, drawing her blade, and leaving to have a friendly little chat with her fellow Servant girls. She'd likely win, too. For all her eccentricities, there could be no denying that her strength stood a cut above theirs in bloody red spades. Alas, as all three were Berserkers, the likelihood of reconciliation was viciously poor.

If he let her leave this room, there was going to be a bloodbath.

Sure enough, the blackette Berserker wriggled upright despite his mild protests.

As he looked on helplessly, his Berserker worked herself into a frenzy and began pacing back and forth, growling like an angry dragon all the while.

"I don't understand why you're so upset about this." When she misunderstood his words and spun away from him, the whiskered warrior blew out a grave sigh. "Hey, I'm not an idiot, alright? I knew what Kiyohime meant back there. But what she said...it doesn't change anything, you understand that, right. We're still a team. Nothing they say can change that.

Raikou rounded on him with a snarl. "You don't understand!"

He patted the space she'd vacated and, reluctantly, she slid back into it.

"As much as it pains me to admit it," she paused, then shook her head viciously against her madness enhancement. "I am not your mother. You...can be with others if it makes you happy." The last part sounded decidedly strangled, as though she were choking the words out. "However!" A fire gleamed in her violet eyes, "You summoned ME first. Am I not attractive to you? Do you not feel anything for me?"

Oh, dear.

He knew where this was going.

Sure enough, she took his hand and placed it between her breasts.

"Can you not feel my heart beat with yours?" she asked him-and he was certainly feeling something!-uncaring for his deceptively blank expression as he felt the pounding rhythm sear itself into his hand, "Do these feelings of mine mean nothing to you?" words tumbled out of her as he fingernails dug into the back of his palm. "Do you find me ugly? Stifling? Clingy? I'll be better, I promise. Just please, please don't-

"No, no, not at all." He reassured her, tugging his hand free.

Those bright ameythst orbs lit up all at once.

"We were interrupted before, weren't we?"

A wild heat rose between them and...Naruto found himself turning away. "I'd be lying if I said there wasn't something between us...

When he glanced back he couldn't miss the faint flush adorning her cheeks. "Then you feel it, too?"

Gods, that sounded corny. He understood her intent well enough, however.

...yes."

Berserker edged closer, her breath warm on his face. "Then what's stopping you, Master? Can you not see that I'm better than them? Why do you hesitate?"

"I-

Raikou never gave him a chance to finish; for she lurched at him with wordless cry and her mouth closed on his in a hungry kiss, one he instantly returned twofold. There was nothing gentle about this locking of lips, and Naruto sucked in a sharp breath through his nose as she purred at him and bit the corner of his mouth hard enough to leave a welt. Almost as if she were marking him, saying she'd been here first, if not claimed him for herself. Then she kissed him again, her bosom smashing up against his chest once more, and a blaze of white-hot fire crept through his veins.

He reached out to cup them as they kissed and Berserker moaned.

Strong fingers grasped his jacket and ripped it from his chest; his shirt followed a heartbeat later.

"Mine." her giggle was sharp, almost demonic. "Never betray me, Master. I'm not sure what I'd do if you hurt me...

She was already removing her armor by the time he sat back up again. "If nothing else, I will be your first. Do you hear me?"

Naruto held back a laugh, only to grunt as the black-haired beauty chucked the last of her clothes at his face and straddled him. His pants disintegrated before they could strike the floor. Then she was kissing him again, her tongue tangling with his while she started doing things to him with her hips, things that were, quite frankly, very distracting. He had no further time for thought-nor did he think!-for the next few hours.

A/N: Poor Shinji.

You always have suuuuch bad luck, but at least this iteration gets to life.

And Nightingale is a right determined little thing. Fear that one, I say. FEAR HER.

We'll have the battle next chapter~!

...I think we can all see Raikou being possessive like that.

Its been flat out stated that she "Wouldn't know what she'd do" if someone she loved were to betray her. Now if you try to take that someone from her...may god have mercy on you, because she certainly won't.

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Well that was spicy.

This IS Raikou we're talking about after all.

As ever, this will be gone in two days if people don't like it.

Now back to the 'ol double shift, once again, with only an hour in between.

Looking forward to reading your reviews when I get back.

So In the Immortal Words of Atlas...

...Review, Would You Kindly?

And enjoy the previews!

Potential ones, at that.

Which do you like?

(Previews!)

"Oppressor!"

"Have at thee, Berserker!"

"I AM NOT! A! BLOODY! BERSERKER!"

Kiyohime sulked.

"Ah. I see. You're not him...but I still want you."

The wandering hero spat out his drink. "Oh, for the love of...!"

"Fascinating."

Naruto sighed as Nightingale turned his newly healed palm over in her own.

"Don't try to cut it off this time...

"BY THE POWER OF YOUTH!"

Naruto instantly planted a hand against his forehead.

...why are they here."

"Ara, are they friends of yours, Master?"

"Nope. Nope nope nope. Just walk away, dear. Or you'll be scarred for life.

R&R~! =D