Fate: Stay, Death!

Bleach belongs to Tite Kubo and Fate belongs to the fine creators of the Nasuverse!

Author's Note: After watching a Nux Taku video I recently found out that Bleach's anime is getting continued in 2021. I'm someone that started into anime in the last two to three years, but Bleach is still very close to my heart. It was one of the first 'super popular' anime that I ever watched and I loved it from almost the first episode. (My first ever anime was Blue Exorcist, thanks to Netflix!), While the Quincy Arc was definitely a mess...there is no doubt that it'll be VISUALLY appealing!

Anyway, let us start with the story then!

EDIT: To my 41st review (Guest), what I mean is that the HIGHEST tier of Heroic Spirits (Arthuria {at her best and as Saber}, Gilagmesh, Karna) are Captin Class (well Arthuria would be closer in power to Komamura or Hitsugaya while Gilgamesh is kind of wild card due to the nature of the Gates of Babylon. Karna is freaking Karna and that pretty much sums it up. The vast majority of Heroic Spirits are sprinkled in the Seated positions anywhere from the tenth seat (maybe even below) to lieutenant (because Renji...he brings down the curve, specifically Renji).

Chapter 3: A Scabbard, a Corpse, and a Berserker!

Emiya jumped through the city, leaping from rooftops with casual ease in his astralized form.

His Master was at school, mostly safe with only the likes of Shinji (he was sure that Caster's Master wouldn't attack just yet, it wasn't the Witch's style) posed even a remote threat.

He had casually ignored the first part of his order, to find Saber and her Master, since it was most likely that absurdly powerful mana he had felt mere moments ago and he had more pressing matters to deal with than that headache of a brat, Kurosaki.

The bigger problem was, of course, Avalon. The legendary Scabbard of Excalibur, the Ultimate Defense. Due to his unique knowledge, he was well aware of the presence of the sacred relic and the healing factor it gave...had given...Shirou, him, them? It was far too valuable of an item to simply leave in the hands of bumbling humans for no other reason than squeamishness on his part, he even had the advantage of being the only person to know of the relic being inside their body.

Emiya calmed himself as he watched the Fuyuki Police Department from a slight distance away. It looked woefully insecure, at least to the eyes of a Counter Guardian well versed in assassinating tricky targets.

"The things I do for you...Rin," Emiya mumbled to himself before exiting from his astralized form wearing casual clothing. He hopped down in a secluded area and quickly blended into the crowd and slipped into the building.

Entering the lobby he reached the receptionist quickly.

"I need to use a bathroom, is there one available here?" Depending on the receptionist's mood could decide the ease at which he could do this.

The middle-aged man sighed monotonously,

"Down the hall and to the left, when you're done don't loiter."

How pleasant. Bowing his head and muttering thanks he walked down the hall and into the bathroom. He quickly checked if it was empty before astralizing and waited until someone entered before slipping out. He glided into the less accessible areas of the department until he found what he needed.

The morgue, in the lower levels.

His body should still be there, it wasn't likey they wouldn't investigate a crazy spear murder. When someone, a mortician of some sort, left the room, Emiya quickly entered before letting his astralization fall away. His Mind's Eye would warn if someone was about to enter.

Deciding not to waste time he quickly accessed the computer (it was rather distressing how the password to such secure, confidential information was actually PASSWORD) and found what he was looking for.

"10C...10D...there it is, 10E."

He quickly picked the lock and pulled out the compartment holding the body of his past self. Despite everything, seeing his own face scrunched in a look of horror (yippee for rigor mortis) was a nauseating one.

"Where did Kiritsugu place the scabbard?" Emiya pondered, despite his undying hatred for his past self, mutilating a dead body was not something he wanted to do, "Guess I'll just have to put a few small incisions…"

The red-clad Archer quickly shut the compartment and astralized himself as a doctor and a familiar figure walked in.

"-your step brother's body is here but since he was...well...murdered, it will be a few days before we are allowed to release back to you," The young doctor explained, fidgeting with her hair nervously.

"I-I see," The girl sniffled, crying. She was good at manipulating others, Emiya noted, horrifyingly good, "C-Can I at least have a...few moments alone with...the body...Shirou-nii?"

The poor woman didn't stand a chance against a crying girl.

"Of course!" The doctor nearly yelled, "I'll come in here and inform you when your guardian returns."

Emiya had a sneaking suspicion who her 'guardian' was and things were most certainly looking bad for him. He was most likely in an enclosed space with Berserker of all the Heroes. Curse his E-ranked luck!

The girl's eyes were wiped away and her demure look almost instantly disappeared as soon as the doctor had left the room. She walked purposefully over to the very compartment Archer had opened before her entry into the room.

"You know, when Berserker noticed you entering into the police station I was stumped," Illyasviel admitted as if the very statement was painful for her to say (which it probably was), "I knew my brother was killed by Lancer, but why would a Servant break into a mortuary? Was it to hide evidence of his Noble Phantasm or his abilities? Did you know I was coming to investigate and, unsuccessfully, planned to assassinate me here? Or...was there something about my dearest brother that I don't know about?"

She knew he was here.

"I know what you're thinking, how did you know I was in here already?" The purple cloaked girl smiled a most dangerous smile, "Well, the very first thing I asked that nice kind lady was if anyone had messed with my brother's body, she told me not since they put him in their last night...so why is the dust on the handle gone?"

She gestured slightly at the place where he had grabbed the handle to pull the compartment open. Was she freaking Sherlock Homes or something?

He deastralized promptly. There was no point in keeping up the charade. Berserker also deastralized...lucky him.

"Isn't this nice?" She smiled, what a horrid smile it was, one that promised death and pain and even some extra deadly pain, or painful death, "Now I might be willing to let you go...if you tell me why you're here."

"That isn't a very wise choice," Emiya grunted, crossing his arms, "If I tell you what's to stop you from just killing me anyway?"

The girl waited for a moment before raising her hand.

"By the power of my Command Seal, Berserker, should this Servant follow the given instruction fully, then you are not allowed to attack him for the next three hours even if I order differently," She was overconfident. Her absolute faith in Berserker had made her waste a command seal, but with the numerous seals she had...perhaps it wasn't as big of a sacrifice as it seemed, "Now why don't you answer my question? I'll know if you're lying, I am quite good at reading people !"

"Let's just say I have a personal connection to the boy." Archer lied through his teeth. The Einzbern's smile fell immediately into a grimace.

"Berserker, annihilate him!" Cursing his horrid luck once more, Archer jumped into action, jumping to the compartment with the body of one Shirou Emiya and away from a fatal attack by Berserker, opening it and taking the body before an idea struck him.

"The boy has Avalon implanted inside of him, I wanted to recover that and confirm he was truly dead."

"It's too late for that now, liar!" Ilyasviel became quickly confused as Berserker had stopped moving and simply loitered around, "What are you waiting for Berserker, annihilate him! Grind his bones to dust!"

Archer grinned smugly at the horrified expression on Illya's face.

"Don't you remember that command seal you wasted so presumptuously, the only condition was that if I answered your question fully then he wasn't allowed to attack me for three hours, and I fulfilled my side of the deal, didn't I?" The reddened face and angry glare were very uplifting to Archer's ego.

"In the spirit of kindness, I'll let you live now, homunculus, see you later!" Deciding not to wait to see if the girl would use her other command seals to have Berserker still attack him, Archer shot out of the room and jumped through a window as the police mobilized.

Once again, his experience as a Counter Guardian let him run circles around them, much to the FCPD's dismay.

Rin was going to be so pissed if she found out about this. At least he had what he came for; plus pissing off Illya was definitely entertaining.

Never let it be said that Kisuke Urahara was not a freakishly intelligent man. The only Soul Reaper that was smart enough to out plan Aizen, an achievement that needs not be explained because Aizen.

That didn't mean he was not, on rare occasions, completely taken aback by a development.

"This is the Urahara Shop, we sell candy, toys, and special items...would you like to pre-order a few items for pick-up?" Kisuke drawled, lazily turning the chord on the landline, "Just to be clear, we don't do delivery!"

"I'm not calling for your merch Hat and Clogs!"

"Ichigo! Why I never thought you'd call after…" Abandoning him to severe PTSD, being completely cut off from his friends, seeing his family (Karin and Isshin) keeping their forays into the spiritual world secret (rather badly), "...everything. What can I do for my favorite Strawberry?"

"One, don't call me Strawberry." Well, he was going to fail that one pretty quickly, "Two, you're the most perceptive guy I know, anything supernatural goes on...you know about it."

"These are facts, most certainly," Urahara replied, a sinking feeling growing in his stomach, "Why would you say such a thing now?"

"Mages, Servants, the Holy Grail War...ring a bell?"

"Isshin sent you to FUYUKI?"

"You didn't know?"

Of course, he didn't! When Isshin had come bragging about his brilliant idea to send Ichigo to a different school so that he didn't always look like a kicked puppy when his friends and family dealt with the supernatural (only Ichigo could look like a kicked puppy while scowling), which was all the time. He had nodded, after all, he had been thinking the same thing!

He hadn't been paying complete attention and therefore hadn't bothered to ask where his old friend was sending his son. He had been working off the basis that Isshin would have the sense to check the list he had given on PLACES TO AVOID in any and all possible circumstances. Fuyuki had been literally number one, in all caps, underlined, and italicized.

The Shiba were a unique bunch of people and Isshin was the genetic conglomeration of every defective gene they had.

"Maa, even sexy handsome shopkeepers can't know everything, most things certainly, but not everything." The ex-Capitan snickered, before turning grim, "Anyway, what exactly happened?"

"Long story or short story?"

"Short, I'll work out the rest or call again another time."

"I saw a kid get shish-kebabed by a weirdo with a lance, rushed to save him and bring the stick guy to justice, failed miserably." Ichigo paused, before continuing on, " Then glowy shit happened, and boom, I'm part of a Holy Grail War with a Servant and a whole HEAP of disadvantages...oh I also need to learn magic, sooner rather than later."

"Well done Strawberry, even I couldn't manage to dive off the deep end of a new section of a new supernatural faction in under a week, that is quite impressive!"

"Urahara…" Ichigo only really said his name when he was on the verge of being truly angry, so Urahara decided to stay somewhat serious, at least for the important parts of the conversation.

"I have some contacts, I'll see what I can do for you Ichigo...no promises though."

"Yeah, I figured, thanks anyway, can you, not mention this to my family or friends?" Trust issues? Perhaps rightfully so, "Saber! Don't threaten the elderly lady! No! She was here BEFORE I moved in and joined the War, so she can't be ASSASSIN in disguise!"

Urahara sighed despondently, moving his head far enough away to miss Ichigo's words.

"If that's what you want, Ichigo." There was silence, "He hung up on me…"

Despite the blatant disrespect, Urahara couldn't help but chuckle. First things first, give Isshin a stern lecture about having original ideas. They were a bad idea when he was a Capitan, they still were as bad as ever as a single parent.

"Now I wonder where I put Zeltrech's number…"

Author's Note: Short chapter I know! But with all this Corona Virus stuff I've been busy with online school work! The horror! Anyway, the whole Avalon issue is dealt with (there was no way Emiya would leave something that valuable) and Illyasviel encounters Archer! Anyway, her overconfidence in Berserker and her wasteful command seal usage/wording was what allowed Archer to skedaddle on out of there.

As to Urahara and Zeltrech? They're two peas in a pod, of COURSE, they know each other! Isshin really shouldn't have original ideas, which have included randomly attacking his son (parental abuse) and causing his PTSD to spiral out of control.

Not much Ichigo action this time or any Arthuria action, but he'll be prominent next chapter along with Ruler's place in the grand scheme of things.

P.S: Thanks to Lord Nuxanor, I've just finished watching "The Hero is Overpowered but Overly Cautious", and it was EXCELLENT! Can't wait for season 2! Also, for those Kimestu no Yaiba fans...the only truly good fic for the show I could find is called Demon in the Rough, check it out it's amazing!

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