Hello everyone!

New story for you all and this one is going to be a bit different, as it's as the summary says, just a collection of one-shots involving my OC and when his servants(Both male and female but mostly female, as some male servants i do like enough to give them there own chap) go yandere for him. Now truthfully, i'm giving Shirou(Not the Archer, the one before he became a servant) and Ritsuka a break form all the crazyness that involes being the master of many powerful servants.

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So as always i don't own Fate-verse.

So please read, review and "What the fuc-BOOM"

Chapter 1: Atalanta The Huntress Prey

Running.

That's all he could do.

Panting, swearing under his breath and running through the dark, thick and dense forest, he looked over his shoulder looking for her.

She was close, he could feel it.

Even in the darkness of the forest, without even the stars in the sky to light his way, he ran blindly through the dark forest. He stopped for a moment, panting against a thick tree bark, sweat pouring down his forehead.

She was screwing with him, he knew she was.

Despite being a powerful Magi, a servant had far superior...EVERYTHING!

He was fast, she was faster. He was strong, she was stronger. He had good hearing, she had THE best hearing. His eye sight was better then most, her's was beyond his own. His mana levels were above average, her's were in a whole other league. His reflex's were fast, but her's was lightning. He was an expert tracker and fighter, she was a warrior goddess.

Was he good?

Yes.

But she was better.

A twisted laugh range throughout the forest, making his blood turn to ice in his veins.

"Hahahaha, master~ Where are you going? You can't escape me~"

Heart pumping, he began to run again, as her creepy laughter rang out again and-

WOOSH

"Ack"

He almost tripped, feeling an arrow wiz past his head and cut his cheek.

It was a warning shot.

The beautiful creature he once called his servant, his friend and perhaps lover if things didn't take a turn for the worst, had a deadly accurate shot. No matter what it is, no matter how far it was away and no matter how much it might try, dodging an arrow form the four start Archer class servant, Atalanta was nigh impossible. She was messing with him, playing with him before she pouched him.

Just like the lioness she truly was.

"Maaassssttttttteeeeerrrrr~"

He could feel his fingers, his skin, his very bones themselves go ice cold at her sing song voice, ringing out somewhere in the dark forest,"Why are you running? Did i do something wrong?"

"Yeah. You went batshit crazy."

He thought to himself, making it a point to take cover behind each and everything he could find, incase she fired another arrow. Her voice, with a mocking undertoen to it, spoke out again form somewhere in the darkness,"Is this because i broke you're leg? You left me very little choice Master~ You tried to runaway form you're beloved Archer and i had to teach you a lesson."

The fact her voice was full of mocking teasing and filled with insanity shook him to the core. Her voice normally stoic, firm and in some case's embarrassed, it wasn't right. Everything about this "New Atalanta" was twisted and perverted beyond all reasoning, honestly scared him beyond belief.

And for good reason.

"Oh master, is this a game? Do i get a prize when i catch you, i know what i want when i do~"

He shivered, good god what has he unleashed?

The "Old Atalanta" was a normally reserved, stoic and honestly, shy woman. She was loyal to a point, as while a servant she still held onto her ideals she had when she was alive. The key to a healthy Master/Servant relationship, is to talk to one another, to compromise with one another. He had to put in A LOT of work into getting the woman to opening up.

He honestly wished he never did.

Hell he wished he never summoned her but not for reasons you think.

He believed if he never pushed her to far, pushed her to open up and put the idea of having a lover in her head. Atalanta was a huntress in life and never really found love. Yes she "Loved" children but not the type of love her master felt for her.

A type of love that twisted and created the "New Atalanta". One that was currently hunting him down like an animal and for whatever reason, wasn't pouching on him even though he knew she could.

Why?

Was she just playing around?

Was she just trying to give him false hope and when he reaches the end, she drops in and breaks what little hope he has left of escaping her?

Was that it? Just her ploy to break him completely and make him see there was no escaping her?

"Doesn't matter."

He ultimately thought to himself, scurrying to another tree, keeping an eye out for the Archer,"This is my only chance. I have to get anyway NOW!"

His eyes sought for the source of light of the city and soon, he found it.

There.

Just another mile and he'd be home free.

"Fuck."

He thought to himself, his eyes looking at the 'exit' to the forest. It was an opening clearing and gave an archer a prefect opportunity to fire on him. He gritted his teeth, Atalanta knew this didn't she? She knew he'd have to get through the exit to get to the city and more importantly, help to take down his now yandere Archer class servant.

He took a look around the dark forest and channeled his mana into his ears, listening for the Archer to make even the tiniest sound.

"..."

Silence.

That wasn't a good thing, as the forest is NEVER quite. He breathed out a heavy sigh and straighten himself up, deciding to make a run for it,"Now or never."

He spirited, his legs, arms, body and heart burning in protest but he ignored it and for the first time in mouths, smiled,"I'm going to make it."

His victory was short lived, as the sound of air being split open reached his ears and before he could react.

SLENCH

"Aggghhh!"

He screamed and double over, clutching his lower back, feeling an arrow in it. Despite the pain, his eyes widen in fear, as a pair of glowing yellow eyes, appeared in the darkness.

She was here.

Her normally stoic expression was replaced, with a glazed, crazed look of love, lust and obsession. Her smile sent chills up his spine and her tail was waving back and fourth with her ears twitching happily.

She looked like a cat who had caught the canary.

There was blood on her cheek and her hair was slightly messy, with her pink tongue darting out to taste the blood.

His blood.

"I caught you massstttttteeeeeerrrrr"

He tried to back away, as she slowly advanced on him, holding his hand up, the one with the command seal and it glowed threateningly,"Archer stay back or i'll-"

SLENCH

"Argh!"

An arrow stabbed itself throw his hand, effectively removing what ever leverage he might have had against the insane servant.

"Now, now, can't have those pesky command seals getting in the way."

The Archer grinned insanely, as she pulled out a knife form her pouch and eyed his wrist, making her beloved master, Xero pale in realization at what she planned to do,"Don't worry master, i'll take care of it rrrrriiiiigghhhhhtttttt nnnnnoooooooowwwwwww~"

Xero held his other hand up and pleaded with her.

"Wait! Arch-Atalanta please don't-"

The woman cut him off, by forceful kissing him, stabbing the knife into the ground. She broke the kiss and Xero looked a little drained but relieved. Okay so she was listening to him, cause she wasn't going to-

The Archer's mouth opened wide, revealing a pair of sharp fangs for teeth and then-

RRRRRIIIIIIIPPPPPPPP

"AGH!"

Done.

Okay, so i'll be honest, my family just buried my grandma yesterday, next to grandpa and writing helps take my mind off of things. That why i'm writing this new series, as it helps me dewll on the next chapter, rather then what has happened. I know life will have to go on and i'm getting better though it was hard to get to sleep last night, my sister has it far worse then me.

So yeah, basically stress writing helps and you're review also help too, so remember to do so.

Devil out.