A/N: Yes!!!! A Fate/Stay Night section!!!! I feel like writing a fiction just to celebrate it xD

Rating: M (Mature Content)

Genre: General (Romance, Action, Adventure, drama)

Disclaimer: I don't own Fate/Stay Night

"Stop!"

The two combatants charged against one another, bringing their blades down in violent clashes. All around, bodies of the innocent littered the ground. The two combatants kept pushing against one another until something sparked and they both leaped away from the spot.

"No..."

The ground shook with force as the two combatants kept attack one another. Their strikes caused bright and deadly sparks from points and slashes.

"Please..."

The floor that held all the bodies of the slain suddenly erupted into a violent blaze. The two fighters kept charging and hacking, seemingly unaware of the large flames that are erupting all around them and taking the lives of even more innocents.

"Stop it..."

The two fighters stared at one another from a distance. Both didn't talk but readied their weapons again. Suddenly, they both charged and the clashing produced an enormous explosion. When it subsided, both the combatants were gone and the little boy was left alone to deal with the dead and the flames.

"NOOO!"

---

Emiya Shirou snapped open his eyes and bolted up from his bed. With unconcious slowness, he brought a shaking hand up to his head and wiped off the cold sweat from his face. He then gave a tired sigh and dropped his arm and closed his eyes.

"NOOO!"

Shirou snapped open his eyes again and gritted his teeth in bitterness. Even though it was already ten years, the memory of that battle and the consequences it gave his generation was still fresh in his mind and he felt extreme sorrow at the lost of those he once knew.

"Ohayou gozaimasu semp-..."

The purpled haired freshman popped her head and was just in the middle of giving a morning greet to Shirou when she suddenly saw his pained expression and how hard he clutched his sheets. She bit her lip and the greeting died with it. She could obviously see that he was hurting and didn't want to intrude.

Shirou slowly raised his head upward and managed to mask his pain into an emotionless mask. The last thing he wanted was for anyone to feel sorrow at his expense.

"Ah, Ohayou Sakura."

The young freshman managed to give a tentative smile to him before waving a large spoon in front of her.

"Ano you had better get dressed quick sempai or Taiga-sensei will come and eat all the food."

Hearing this, Shirou gave a sigh and nodded before slowly climbing out of his bed. Satisfied, Sakura gave him a warm smile and walked back out of his room and preparing to feed the hungry "Tiger".

Shirou gave a few stretches as he stood up and made his way to the showers. His body seemed to have been in his nightmare as well for when he took the first few steps, his legs suddenly felt heavy and tired, as if he had just been running from something and just barely being able to outrun them.

"Tch, looks like it's going to be a hot shower today..."

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Fujimara Taiga looked up from her near empty bowl of rice to see the tall figure of Shirou walking over to the table. She gave a grin and proceeded to munch on her food happily. Once he was seated, she gave him a cheerful "Ohayou Shirou!" and continued stuffing her face with rice and dishes.

Shirou cocked an eyebrow at her queer attitude but seeing Sakura's apologetic expression, he braced himself for the inevitable. He looked down and was greeted with a empty plate with some brown sauce in it. Shirou felt a eyebrow tick in irritation.

'...She took all the meatballs again...'

"You're too slow getting up Shirou! If you don't shape up and start being more lively, you'll be an old man before you reach thirty!"

"Ha, that coming from the old "Tiger Lady" across from me."

BAM

"Ow!! What was that for!?"

Taiga huffed in anger as she pulled back her kendo stick. "That's for insulting my age Shirou-chan. Now shut up and eat or do you want me to take all the beef too?"

Shirou sighed and accepted the bowl of rice from Sakura. He mumbled a quiet "Itadakimasu." and proceeded to eat his rice with the little amount of side dishes left.

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Sakura waited patiently in the sun as Shirou began placing on his shoes. While waiting, her mind wandered around her sempai and how she came to stay with him.

-Flashback-

The sky was darken with clouds and soaked with rain but Sakura didn't care. She kept running away from that horrible home and didn't stop once when the shouts of both Shinji and Zoken tried to stop her. All she wanted to do now was to seek shelter. The occasional blasts of mana from Zoken and the increasing build up of heat and lust in her had dramatically slowed her down but for some reason, she managed to evade them.

Sakura sighed in relief before looking up to see where she was. Her eyes widened in surprise at seeing the large shinto styled complex. Her mouth parted and she was barely able to utter the name of her long time crush.

"E-Emiya Shirou."

An image of her crush appeared in her mind and it immediately triggered the worms within her body. Sakura gasped in lustful pain and brought both her hands to her crotch in an attempt to sate it. She closed her eyes tightly and tried to wear out the torturous aching.

Her entire body was aching horribly but it was her womanhood and her breasts that ached the most. They felt like little blobs of nerves that kept sending a strange mix of pleasure and pain into her mind. Sakura's feet gave way and she soon found herself kneeling on the ground with her head bowed and her hands covering her crotch tightly. The pain was just so strong within her.

After what appeared to have been an eternity, she slowly brought her hands up again. The pain had subsided into a hard ache, which is at the very least, tolerable. Sakura stared at her hands before closing them again in humiliation and sorrow. She hugged herself as her body was rocked with her sobs.

"I-I shouldn't be here. S-Sempai doesn't d-deserve a person such as me in their household. I wouldn't only be a burdan and with this strange ailment, I'm not sure I can contain myself."

Sakura gave a bitter smile and with one last glance to the complex, turned around and prepared to leave.

"Eh? Is that you Sakura?"

Her body went completely rigid with horror.

'No no no!' she thought in desperation. 'Sempai shouldn't have seen me! Not in this state.'

When he got no response, Shirou walked over to hers till rigid form and gently placed a hand on her shoulder. The touched seemed to have sent electric bolts through her entire body as Sakura suddenly jumped in fright and spun around to see his concerned face.

"S-Sempai," she managed to utter. "W-what are you doing here?"

Hearing this, Shirou arched an eyebrow. Didn't she see that this complex belongs to him? He shook his head and refrained from answering. Instead, he asked his own quesiton.

"Why are you so far away from your home and out in the rain?"

Sakura tensed and lowered her head. When there was no reply, Shirou knelt down in front of her and tried to get a look on her face. She shook her head fiercely and her wet purple hair went slapping in all directions.

"Here let's go back to my home. You can talk there."

Sakura's eyes snapped open and she shook away his hands. When Shirou turned around, she was backing up towards a wall with an expression of fear and sorrow on her face.

"No..." she whispered. "I-I don't belong here! I can't accept it!"

She tried to get away but Shirou had suddenly appeared in front of her and was holding her tightly. Sakura struggled desperately against him but the fatigue brought on by her running and fighting off of her own lust was great and she merely fell into his arms.

Shirou gave her a worried glance. He carefully led her into the complex. Once inside, he quickly got some towels and wrapped them around her. She gave a small thanks and huddled within the towels. Shirou knelt in front of her and looked at her right into the eye.

"Now tell me. Why were you out there and why were you so afraid?"

Sakura sucked in her breath and looked away. Immediately, she felt two hands gently hold her face and steer it back into Shirou's eyes. Her eyes were wide with astonishment and her cheeks immediately heated up in a healthy shade of pink. They stayed like that for about a minute before Sakura gave a shaky breath and began.

"I-it was my grandfather, Mato Zoken-sama. He wanted me to lead something and even went so far as to put something inside of me. I felt pain in it and went back to my room but Shinji-niisama was already there. He was glaring at me and before I could do anything, he grabbed me and threw me to the bed. Then, when I was still dazed, h-he pulled up my s-skirt a-and..."

Sakura stopped and shook her head free of Shirou's hands. She lowered her head and quickly wiped away her tears with her hand. Her eyes opened and settled on the red marks on her wrist. It was shameful and humiliating but she shouldn't hide it from him. At least, not the entire thing.

"S-Shinji-niisama tried to rape me but I managed to get away. I-I ran out of the house but was chased by Zoken-sama and Shinji-niisama. They wanted to bring me back so that I could be their slave."

Seeing Shirou's shocked face caused Sakura to look away out of shame. She couldn't tell him the entire truth. She couldn't tell him that they wanted her to summon a Servant to fight in the next Holy Grail war that would start in three years. She couldn't tell him. Not when he himself was one of the few survivors of the last one.

Shirou stood up so suddenly that Sakura gave a small 'Eep!' in surprise. He clenched his fists rather hard and stared out into the rain. Sakura was afraid that he might go out and attack Shinji. Although a part of her was thankful he would do such a thing for her sake, she was mostly against it. After all, should he ever step foot in the house and declare his reason, he would be blasted to bits by Zoken's magic.

However, Shirou didn't go out and confront Shinji. Instead, he relaxed his fists and turned back to look at her. When she met his gaze, Shirou gave a small smile.

"Well we can say taking you back there will be a definite problem so how about this; From now on, you'll be staying here!"

"W-What? I-I can't do that!"

Sakura's face turned beet red from embarassment. She couldn't allow herself to put him in a dangerous position! If he sheltered her, he would be targeted by Zoken and Shinji should they ever find out!

'And besides,' she lowered her head again in shame. 'Why would he or anyone shelter a girl who was abandoned by her parents and sisters and forced to live with monsters.'

"Hey." Sakura looked up again and her blushed deeped when she saw Shirou kneeling in front of her again. His face was so close to her and yet, she felt as if it wasn't close enough. 'Damn you imagination.'

Shirou continued, unaware of her mental berating. "Look, my house is freaking empty most of the time and it only gets lively when Fugi-nee comes and starts bantering on about kendo." He grinned and placed a finger on her lip. "A system of equal exchange. I let you stay here for as long as you want. In return, you help me make this place a little less like a haunted house. Deal?" He held out his hand towards her and gave another grin.

Sakura stared up at his happy expression and felt a swelling in her heart. She couldn't detect any lies or misleading in his features and she felt genuine happiness at being accepted. So, at that moment, she decided to accept his proposal. She stood up from the seat and allowed the towels to slide off of her as she gently held his hand in hers and gave a soft smile.

"Deal..."

-End Flashback-

Since then, Sakura had always harbored the fear that Shirou would one day pay for his crimes against Zoken and Shinji. However, Sakura was surprised that Shinji didn't even know she was staying at his complex and kept demanding her to either go back to the Mato mansion or reveal the location of where she was staying. She would always pursue and for some reason, Shinji never finds out where she stays.

Sakura had learned much on Shirou. For starters, she learned that he had a startling indepth knowledge of human anatomy as well as mechanical components. She was still partially reeling from the full blown lecture he gave the other night on a complete explanation of the 'spleen'.

'I never knew such an organ had so much uses...'

She also learned that Shirou was amazingly talented in archery and had even been there when he shot through seven arrows from at least a hundred yards away. Each had landed on the bulls eye and each had split the previous arrow all the way to the tip. However, he was also very good in close combat as well. He showed that when he was practicing kendo with Fugimura-sensei. He had no problem fending off her attacks and even landed a few choice hits during the spar.

However, what truly surprised, no, shocked her was the fact that Emiya Shirou was a master in the arts of Reinforcement and Trace sorcery. Although Sakura knew next to nothing on the Mato clan's spells and techniques, her early years studying as a Tosaka had showed that out of all types, Reinforcement was one of the most difficult as it required the user to have a very good understanding of whatever it is that they are reinforcing. Reason for that was that the user had to reinforce each and every type of molecule or cell of the part in order to successfully complete the reinforcement. If it doesn't work and the user gets one part wrong, he could completely mangle up the object he was trying to reinforce.

Although Reinforcement is a difficult type of sorcery, it completely paled in comparison in both difficulty and uselessness (Sakura would never admit it but she does think it to be useless) to Trace sorcery. That strange branch of sorcery requires so much mana and concentration just to transmute an object to whatever you want that only high level mages could even think of using it. Furthermore, the object they transmute is limited to raw components needed and the mana to sustain it. Even more annoying is the fact that the tracing of an object leaves to quality degrading, making it of lower value to something identical and constructed normally.

However, Shirou's tracing is unique in the sense that he doesn't even use raw materials in tracing. Shirou seems to have a natural ability in creating various types of bladed weapons and although quality degradment is there, it is to such a low degree that Shirou can literally swing it through a boulder and it wouldn't break.

Shirou would often train on his tracing skills and create any type of bladed weapon imaginable. Swords, axes, spears, all were created by his tracing and all were used by him to test durability as well as his own combat skill.

Sakura allowed a soft smile to grace her features. Shirou had definitely gave her quite a bit of surprise ever since she decided to live with him. Still, it was good type of surprise and she feels that Shirou, although not very amazing as a sorceror yet, he would probably become a powerhouse should he train his magic on the right spots.

Sakura was suddenly jarred out of thoughts by a hand waving in front of her. She blinked and tilted her head up to see Shirou staring right back at her with an arched eyebrow. He suddenly grinned at her. "Isn't it a little too early to space out Sakura?"

Sakura blushed lightly and gave a weak laugh. In the inside, she was mentally berating herself for spacing out right there in the open. 'Stupid! Why did I space out right there in front of Sempai? It's time for school and here I am thinking on the past!'

"Sakura, you sure you're okay?"

Shirou's face appeared right in front of her and she nearly jumped away in surprise. She gave a smile and nodded. "I'm alright. I was just thinking how good this morning is." Shirou's expression literally screamed "Yeah right" but he let it go and simply nodded.

Sakura gave a sigh of relief. At least he didn't pursue the weak explanation. "Oi, Sakura! You coming?" she spun around and saw Shirou already at the sidewalk, waving towards her. "H-Hai!" she quickly walked over to Shirou and gave him a smile as they began walking over towards the high school.

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"Sempai, are you going to come back with me?" Shirou looked up from his locker and saw Sakura leaning over towards him. He gave her a apologetic smile and shook his head. "Sorry" he replied. "But I feel like walking around the city for a bit." he didn't need to say it but the message was clear. He wanted to visit some ruined sights still seen in the city.

Sakura understood and nodded to him. She didn't even need to hear the words to know that Shirou had wanted some time alone. The hollow look that would appear from time to time in his eyes was especially visible today and she knew the reason. Today was the same day that the enormous fire had nearly engulfed much of Fuyuki City. It was also the day that changed his life forever. Sakura gave Shirou a soft smile. "Okay then. But be sure to come back or the food will get cold." She then turned and with a wave, walked back to their complex.

Shirou sighed as he finished packing what he needed in his briefcase and prepared to walk away when he suddenly heard a few girlish squealing and the sound of a very distinctive guy's voice. He narrowed his eyes and walked away, not wanting to be talking with that prick.

"Ah, if it isn't Emiya Shirou-kun."

He cursed bitterly at his luck and turned around to see Mato Shinji smirking at him flanked with a group of girls, most likely from the archery class. Shirou narrowed his eyes and heaved an annoyed sigh. "What do you want Shinji?"

The blue-haired pretty boy's smirk widened even more. "Why Shirou," he replied with an arrogant tone. "We were just talking about how great it would be to hang out at a nice little cafe these girls were talking about but there's a problem. You see, I have washing duty today and won't be able join these lovely ladies in the cafe. Then, I suddenly thought of you!" He leaned over and leaned a elbow on his shoulder.

"You love helping people don't you? How about helping me out here and wash the archery classroom eh? It would mean a lot to me."

Shirou mentally snorted. 'Yeah right, you arrogant bastard.'

One of the girls gently tugged on Shinji's sleeve. When she got his attention, she asked him in a tentative voice. "Is it alright to do this? I mean, we can always reschedule..."

"What are you worrying about? Shirou loves being the 'People's Saviour'! I'm sure he doesn't have any problems with something as small as this. Right Shirou?"

Shirou narrowed his eyes dangerously and shrugged off Shinji's elbow. "Sorry, I don't feel like following your request. How about you ask some scared freshman to do it for you?"

Judging from Shinji's shocked and slightly fearful expression told Shirou that he wasn't expecting that dismissal nor did he prepare a 'Plan B' in case this didn't work. Shirou felt a stir of satisfaction swell in him. The spoiled pretty-boy finally got denied.

Shinji's expression turn to that of anger. "Why you!" he moved forward and despite the protests of the girls next to him, grabbed Shirou by the cuff of his collar. "How dare you deny my request! Who do you think you are?"

Shinji's reply was a vice-like grip on his neck and being lifted up from the ground. The girls stopped their protests and stared in amazement as Mato Shinji, the jock in Archery, was lifted easily off the ground by Emiya Shirou, a person who looked more like a gymnast, as if he was a feather.

Shirou narrowed his eyes and for a moment, they flash white with mana as his grip tightened. He snarled at him and replied in a rather tight voice. "I'm not some rug you can simply walk all over Mato-teme. Unless you can back up your pompous requests, I suggest you pick on someone your own size." He let go of Shinji's neck and walked away with his briefcase on his shoulder.

Shinji gasped for air and held onto his neck tenderly. The girls immediately swarmed over him and asked if he was okay but he ignored them. He was denied! Shinji was never denied a thing in his life besides that whore who abandoned their home. Even more humiliating was that he was denied rather forcefully in front of those girls. His eyes narrowed in pure anger and hatred. His ego was wounded right then and there and the person responsible was walking away with his back turned!

'He's going to pay!'

The brief startled cries from the girls alerted Shirou immediately. He turned to see Shinji running towards him with a raised face and a face pulled into a hateful snarl. Shirou sighed and briefly tapped into his magic circuit. he readied his position carefully and the moment that Shinji was close enough, he reared back and swung his fist forward.

Crunch!

A sickening crack was heard and Shinji was hurled back to the group of girls in a great moaning fit. The right side of his face was already swollened and it looked like his nose was bleeding as well. Shirou sighed again but this time, in satisfaction. Man that was a good stress reliever!

"I suggest you treat that cheek or it's going to be a dark purple by tomorrow. Oh and by the way, I don't appreciate you trying to attack me. The next time you try it again, I'll make sure you get sent to the hospital in a stretcher. Got it?"

Shirou's response was a even louder moan of pain and the immense look of fear in Shinji's eyes. Shirou gave one last glare towards Shinji before turning and walking away. He had wasted enough time dealing with that self-absorbed prick.

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Shirou walked through the quiet night, feeling nostalgia rise up like bile in his throat. There, in front of him, were charred black remains of a building. In his eyes, the ruins began to distort and blend. The night sky suddenly lightened with a orange hue, the blacken ruins suddenly bursted up in roaring flames, and the quiet evening was suddenly pierced with the screams of those being burned alive.

The feelings that rose up within him was just too much for him. He dropped down on all four and lowered his head, being unworthy to see such sorrow. Not when he himself was saved while others weren't. The ground below him splashed with tiny droplets as Shirou felt tears drip down his eyes, temporarily washing away the feelings of guilt.

"I had always aspired to be a 'Protector of Justice'. I wanted to always protect people and yet, whenever I do, another one dies as a consequence."

Shirou smiled sadly at the memory. 'Forgive me, Tou-sama. I'm afraid I can't follow your ideals.' Shirou had at one time, been inspired by his foster father's conviction and with the memory of his salvation still vivid, he had immediately tried to follow in his father's footsteps. Of course that had definitely failed.

The first thing he tried to do was to save his father when Shirou found out he was dying. When he was sent to the hospital for therapy, Shirou had attempted some limited Reinforcement on surgical equipments before they were used. The effects were disastrous. Shirou had learned too late that the equipments weren't meant for his father. When the surgery for the other person was taking place, the reinforced equipments probed far harder than normal and the person ended up dying from a failing heart and pierced lungs.

To make matters worse, his father didn't make it and he too died soon after. That memory had scarred Shirou immensely and although he continued to help others, there were still times when others were hurt from his actions and Shirou just felt that he couldn't do anything about it. He eventually abandoned the ideal as an impossible dream and settled with protecting only those that he cared about.

Shirou sighed, being mentally drained, and after what appeared like a century, finally stood up from his position. He heaved his schoolcase on his shoulder and prepared to move away when a sound suddenly caught his attention. He turned around and listened. After about ten seconds, the sound came again and this time, he heard it clearly. It was the sound of metal striking against metal, hard. There were no industries or forges in these areas so it had to be someone or two someones.

Curiosity taking over, Shirou crept over towards a tree and overlooked the streets. There was nothing for a moment but then, a flash of red and blue caught his attention. He quickly made a reinforcement into his eyes and narrowed further. To his surprise, the red and blue blurs were actually two people!

One was dressed almost entirely in blue with white platings. He has short-blue hair with a pony-tail on the back and fierce looking red eyes. In his hand, was a deadly looking red spear with strange markings and barbs on the blade. The man grinned, gave a twirl and slammed his spear on the ground, sending red energy in the air.

The other person was dressed in black armor and a red coat. His hair was shaped in Shirou's own type of style although it's color is white instead of red. His eyes were of the same amber shade as his own and his face similar to his but a darker shade. The man twirled two daggers into the symbol of yin and yang.

Yin and Yang...

Shirou's eyes widened. 'What the hell?' his mind suddenly went into overdrive. 'Those daggers, how can he have them? I have the set in my home!' He gave one more glance to the weapons. Yes, they were definitely Kansho and Bakuya. But how in the world did this stranger get them? They were sealed up in a hard lock vault and Shirou himself only traces the weapons.

Apparently, his shock had caused him to slip up as he was soon discovered by the person in blue. "Eh what's this?" the spearman narrowed his eyes towards Shirou. "A spectator eh? Well I'll just have to teach you not to peep then huh?" The spearman gave a fierce grin and raced towards Shirou.

Shirou barely had the time to dodge the stab before being slammed by the shaft of the spear. With a grunt of pain, he landed on the ground and scrambled back to his feet. Even though Shirou had confidence in his skills at defending himself, he instinctively knew that this guy would kill him with the chance and his survival instincts kicked in. He ran for it.

"Eh? Little shit tries and run? Ha!" the spearman grinned and leaped into the air. The person in red stared at the scene before dissappearing away. His first priority is to ensure the safety of his master. Other lives will have to wait after.

Shirou panted in exhertion as he ran through the city. Behind him, the spearman was simply leaping through buildings, toying with the orange-haired boy. Shirou stopped in front of a slide that survived the Fuyuki Fire and turned around to face the approaching spearman.

"So you decided to stop running eh?" The spearman smirked. "That's good. At least now you can die quickly!" He took his spear and gave a hard stab straight towards Shirou.

It clanged with something else.

Shirou smirked at the shocked spearman as he just finished Tracing a dagger. He made a quick reinforcement on it and dashed forward. Once close enough, he spun around and used the momentum to increase his swing.

Clang!

The spearman managed to block the blow. As Shirou jumped back, the spearman grinned at him. "So," he spoke out in a respectable tone. "You know how to fight and even know how to trace eh? That's definitely a rare occurance. What's your name brat?"

Shirou narrowed his eyes. He traced another dagger and reinforced it as well. "It's Emiya Shirou." he held both his daggers out and the spearman stared. They were the same pair of daggers belonging to that blasted Servant he just fought. 'Did he trace it at first glance? Impossible!'

The spearman set forth his spear in a stabbing motion. "Well then Emiya Shirou. When they ask how you died in the afterlife, tell them that the Servant Lancer gave you a hole in the chest!" he charged forward and slammed his spear down onto Shirou's two daggers.

Clang!

Shirou gritted his teeth in exhertion. This guy's strong! His attacks are full of force and his strikes are brutal. It took much of Shirou's concentration just to hold up against Lancer's jabs and slashes.

'Dammit! I need a edge! I can't hope to beat this guy.'

Unknown to Shirou, his right arm suddenly began glowing and strange tatoo markings appeared on his hand. The result was him unconciously pouring large amounts of mana in an attempt to defeat Lancer. Shirou gritted his teeth and poured even more mana onto himself. Behind the two opponents, a mana circle was growing in strength and a figure was slowly beginning to materialize.

"It's the end now brat!" Lancer leaped into the air and hurled his spear with all his might. "Gae Bolg!"

Shirou jumped back and avoided the spear. However, to his surprise, the spear turned and came at him again even faster than before. Thinking quickly, Shirou quickly threw away both daggers and traced a shield from the hardest materials that came to mind. He just managed to reinforce the shield as the spear slammed into it like a missile.

The shield shattered instantly but the spear lost it's momentum as well. The explosion caused by the shattered shield launched Shirou from his feet and slammed him onto the base of a tree. He slumped down onto the ground with a groan of pain. Every nerve in his body simply screamed in pain and fatigue. He barely had the strength to lift his head up to see the grinning face of Lancer over him.

"That was a good defence but it ends now boy." He took his spear and raised it up above his head. "DIE!"

Clang!

Both Shirou and Lancer turned to see a girl blocking the blow with a sword. With a powerful swing, the girl knocked Lancer back several feet. Lancer narrowed his eyes at the new opponent. However, one glance at that sword and he immediately decided on a retreat. 'Damn, I can't believe he is in the war too.'

Shirou stared up at the girl from his position. She was to him, beautiful. Her golden blonde hair is tied up in a elaborate braid, completely revealing her young features. Her soul catching blue eyes stare out calmly ahead and her body, although covered by steel armor and dress, can be seen as well shaped. 'A sharpened sword... honed to a deadly grace...'

The girl kept her readied stance before lowering her sword and turning her attention to the orange-haired boy next to her. After a long moment of analyzing him, she introduced herself. "Servant Saber. I ask of you, are you my Master?"

Shirou blinked and felt horror grip him. 'Master?' He reluctantly looked down on his right hand and saw it there; the three marks signifying one as a Master. 'Oh no... The Holy Grail War has started again.'

"Yeah... I guess I am your master." He looked up and narrowed his eyes. "My name is Emiya Shirou."

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A/N: Well, this is a first. First time I ever wrote so much. Anyways, certain things to explain. Zoken had implanted the worms in Sakura right when he adopted her but the worms are to increase her sexual fustration right? Well I figure four years old is a little too young to feel sexual fustration so I delayed the administration of the worms until she's twelve years old. Also, I made it so that Sakura doesn't live with the Matos nor did I make Shinji rape her. After all, he's too much of a prick to get such a nice catch, voluntarily or not xD.

Anyways, when deciding on pairings, Shirou/Saber is pretty much a shoe in but I might add Sakura in just because it was kinda fun writing about her. So it might be a Shirou/Saber/Sakura three some. Time will just have to tell eh?

One thing for sure is that Rin won't have a pairing. Nothing personal against the Rin/Archer fans but if I do that then it won't fit with the plot.

Now, to address the slight OCness of one Emiya Shirou, I'm experimenting just what he might do if he abandoned the 'Save everyone' ideal. He still suffers the lost of self awareness due to the fire but he won't try to make everyone happy regardless of his own life now. Instead, he will be most likely seeking the answer to his own existance. Kinda like Kotomine.

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Edit: As you know, this is a minor edited version, just something I saw and beat myself up at for not noticing. Anyways, I failed to mention Shirou's knowledge in this stuff tool so I'll explain it. Because Shirou is different in this story, he naturally doesn't spend all his time trying to protect people. With this extra time, Shirou will research as to just why the enormous fire started anyways and of course, that leads to the Holy Grail War.

Now to address Shirou being so much more powerful in his branch sorcery. Because Shirou doesn't spend all his time trying to help others, he has more free time and therefore, more time to devote to training. Sakura knows of this because Shirou literally treats her like family and his magic sensing skills are more enhanced than the canon version. He can feel that she holds a good amount of mana as well and therefore, doesn't try to hide the fact that he's a magus.

Note: I might go and re-edit this even more but for now I just decided to correct a few grammar mistakes ;

Okay with those things aside... REVIEW!!!!!!!!

-Phoenix