Shirou ran and he ran as fast as he could.
"Oi, kid. No hard feelings, you're just at the wrong place and wrong time at all." The blue themed man said lazily, brandishing his red spear as he casually strolled in Shirou's home as if he just didn't break in.
Just to kill him.
Of course, the boy would panic and be scared at the prospect of being killed. He might be fearless in the minds of his peers but Shirou still knows he could die if he gets killed (Ey!). As such when faced against the man who he just saw go toe-to-toe with another mysterious stranger in the schoolyard, he ran away but not before making a fool himself (maybe).
"Gah!" A gasp of pain came out of Shirou's mouth as pain erupted on his back, his body flying in the air before colliding on the kitchen counter.
"Ow." He groaned, gritting his teeth as he stood up. Looking behind him, he can see the blue stranger's grinning mug.
"Still got some fight in you, boyo?" He grinned wildly, "This would be a boring night if you won't."
Shirou narrowed his eyes, gripping the reinforced rolled up poster hard.
"Hmm, I think I don't like that look on your eyes, boy." The blue themed stranger paused, feeling something off and familiar at the boy's expression.
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The Emiya residence is mostly isolated from the rest of the neighborhood. As such the loud scuffle and multiple sounds of something breaking rang in behind its walls, no one was the wiser.
Suddenly, Shirou flew out of the main house through the tatami walls in a heap outside to dirt. He coughed, taking a lungful of air as he held his bruised stomach after taking a hard kick from the cocky culprit.
"Come on, that's it?" The spear-wielding intruder came out of the house to follow Shirou, a cocky smile still present on his lips.
To be honest, bullying this kid wasn't the plan at all. Lancer or better known as Cú Chulainn, the hound of Ulster and the Child of Light in Irish mythos, was not fond of pointless killing. He may be a deadly killer in his era but that doesn't mean he goes around killing people, especially the innocent. Unfortunately, he is currently a servant in a Grail War and all Grail Wars must be hidden from the masses.
This kid is just at the wrong place at the wrong time. How unlucky for him.
If the kid needs to blame someone, don't blame him. Blame his master. That fake Priest has the right capability of using magecraft to hypnotize and make the boy forget about what he just witnessed but no, he was ordered to kill this little kid.
As such, Lancer has been just toying with Shirou since the beginning. His wasting time, venting a little bit for his unlucky summoning and trying to avenues in his situation.
But he got to hand it to the kid, he got spunk.
"Looks like this is the end of the line for you kid." Lancer looked down on him with false arrogance, hiding pity beneath it.
Shirou Emiya met his gaze with equal fortitude. The boy is clearly scared and shaking in exertion to stand after taking hard hits from the servant. As he stood up and stood his ground, Lancer's respect for him grew a little bit.
"Shame, I would like to have you as a master, kid." Lancer ruefully quipped before disappearing.
Shirou immediately tried to find the stranger, looking around to spot the hideous blue attire of his assailant.
Suddenly, pain exploded at his sides. He looked down to see a long outstretched leg sweeping him off, kicking his sides. His body folded at the leg before flying to the small shed beside his house. He went through the wall very roughly, breaking wood and probably bones if that kick didn't break everything at his side at all.
Shirou roughly landed on the floor onto his back with a groan. He can feel his broken ribs and left arm flare in agony. He is definitely in bad shape.
He's going to die.
Just the thought of it makes him shiver, not the prospect of dying but at the things he would leave behind.
If he died, he would leave Sakura, Fuji-nee, old man Fujimura and Issei.
If he died, he would fail the old man.
If he died, he wouldn't be able to seek their dream.
To be a hero…
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"Damn, I totally riled up tonight huh." Lancer looked at the broken hole at the shed with a disappointed expression.
Disappointment at himself.
His summoning is just not going his way like he would prefer at this Grail War. A perfect master who later got killed by betrayal, mirroring his early demise. Becoming an attack dog to a fake Priest, which isn't much of a work but totally a bummer for the likes of him. Meeting an annoying Archer, who uses swords of all things. And now, here he is.
Killing a kid.
He totally does not remember his son, Connla.
But as he took a step forward to finish the job, an explosion of prana bursts from the small dingy shed.
He recognized it immediately, it was a summoning of a servant.
"Oooh, tonight's getting fun then." A wild grin bloomed at his face, his hunger for a good fight igniting.
He already met the Archer of this war, who would it be this time?
This is why he answered the call of the Grail War, this is what he wanted.
A good fight.
Finally, the servant emerges from the summoning ritual and Cu can't help but wolf whistle at the beauty standing before him.
Regal, that's the first thing he could describe her. She exudes Royal origins, a Queen perhaps. Dressed in a ceremonial dress yet it's tattered hems of says otherwise. She saw combat in this attire, definitely a Queen. The only armor he can see is the pair of pauldrons connected to a cape, swaying in the chill wind of the night.
And her person, absolutely beautiful. Sharp and cold expression with bright green eyes, long wavy blonde hair behind her and a very big bust.
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Also did he mention she is also taller than him by a head.
"Wow, the boy scored good." Lancer wolf whistles, gaining the servants attention. Despite the flirty attitude and blatant ogling, Cu is very much on high alert.
Because the enemy servant has no visible weapon.
A caster or assassin? He thought before his eyes drifted to her busts, the tantalizing skin showing at her dress boob window.
She ain't surely an assassin with those puppies swinging around.
"Servant Lancer." Lancer brandished his infamous blood red spear, readying himself for combat as he introduced himself.
Soft green eyes turned towards him, widening.
"Aah, puppy."
Lancer blinked. Did he just hear it right?
The unknown blonde servant turned towards him, stretching an arm forward.
"Puppy, here. Come."
It was a very innocent gesture. Like an owner gesturing their errant pet back to them. Unfortunately, it was directed to Cu whose namesake was towards dogs. The servant himself doesn't know if he should feel bad, insulted or do it just for shits and giggles.
"I'm not a dog." Cu gave her a wry smile, "You do know why we're here?"
"Oh?" The unknown female servant tilted her head. Inwardly, she began to comb her head for information about her summoning. She has to ignore the urge to pet the puppy for now.
She'll get her pets later.
"Grail war. Servant. Holy grail. Wishes. Masters." She whispered, her Grail filling in the information she needed. Lancer held back of course, letting her recuperate from the whiplash of being summoned and the mountain load of useless information the Grail implanted for them.
Common courtesy between warriors.
But looking at this servant, Lancer can't help but feel a chill. She has no visible weapon and her dress doesn't give much info. Her likely class is Caster, probably the worst type of enemies he could run into as a Lancer. If a fight breaks out, which he is very much hoping for, he can confidently say he can win at the current situation as the Caster hasn't prepared her magecraft yet but he's sure it would be a very nasty fight for him.
"Master?" The blonde servant finally noticed Shirou's crumpled form not far from her. He was unconscious due to the damage he accumulated and his breathing ragged but still there. A worried expression came to the unknown servant.
"Sorry about that, I was roughing your master a bit before you got summoned." Lancer unapologetically said with a shrug, hoping to rile up the female servant.
It did.
[Miracles Chalice]
[ - User can create minor Miracles]
A warm glow enveloped Shirou's unconscious body, fixing his broken bones and healing both innards and outside flesh.
"Nea-Gak!" Lancer was cut off as the unknown servant the distance between and gut-checked him, causing the male servant to choke on his words mid sentence. Her dainty fist fuses with his stomach for a brief second before he is sent flying into the wall surrounding the house. Dust and debris exploded, Lancer found himself lying down on his back staring at the stars in confusion.
"Goddamn it." He groaned before leaning his head to the side, dodging the foot that was about to crush her as the unknown servant landed on top of his crumpled form.
Black and very risque, he thought tastefully as he looked up.
But as much as he wants to stare at the heavenly sight on top of him, he has to move in this life and death fight.
His legs move, rotating his entire body and sweeping his opponent off him as she is forced to dodge his kicks. Lancer landed on one knee before his legs exploded into action. An explosive thrust towards his opponent's heart.
Still unarmed, his opponent has no chance to block.
So imagine his surprise when said opponent blocked his strike with a delicate hand covered in black gloves suited for parties and ceremonies, redirecting his thrust to the side with the back of her hand as sparks were produced at the spear scraping against the cloth.
That's when he felt it.
Divinity.
As a servant, he's got a lot of personal skills that reflect his old life. One of them being Divinity, a sign of his divine blood and origin as a son of a God and mortal. This Divinity skill has plenty of uses, ranging from offense and defensive measures. As a Lancer, it allows him to pierce through any defenses no matter how high they are.
The only exception is another Divinity skill.
And this servant has a higher Divinity than him, far outstripping his own Divinity for her to casually slap aside Gae Bolg with her own bare hands.
This made things…tricky.
He leapt back away from the female servant, dodging her attempt to grab him which would probably end badly for him. A plan now formulating in his mind. He has to rely on Game Bolg in this fight, letting the cursed spear whittle and shred his opponents defenses bit by bit if their earlier exchange is to go by. His lance sweeps the air, its tip slashing towards her neck.
Despite her height, the unknown servant managed to lean back on time, letting the tip of the spear pass by a hair's breath away from her soft flesh. The blonde servant then raises her arms in boxers guard, blocking the follow up kick and standing her ground.
"Good instincts, lassy!" Lancer quipped in mid-air after throwing his kick. Inside, he's definitely concerned and excited. The lass took on a full powered kick from him and tanked it like it was nothing, not to mention her instincts are very spot on. Her fighting style is still confusing for someone fighting unarmed but that just made him more excited for this fight.
Using his lance as a pole, Lancer spun his body around to deliver another sweeping kick that sent the female servant backpedaling from the extra force. Keeping his aggression, Lancer steps forward to clash against the servant. The female servant met him head on with nothing but her fists and resolve.
It was nothing short of a fierce clash, dust and dirt exploding at the violent clash. Yet as the fight goes on, Lancer can't do anything.
In their clash, he found that this servant is not experienced in hand-to-hand combat despite her performance. Too slow or too rigid, the woman is like a pillar.
Rigid and clumsy.
With his agility, he can easily outmaneuver and strike at every opening the unknown servant. His spear drew blood multiple times, leaving shallow cuts and scrapes. This would be a good sign for Lancer as Game Bolg can definitely bypass her divinity except for one crucial thing.
She has Battle Continuation too and it's a very active skill.
All the damage she accumulated simply heals in seconds, leaving none the wiser except for bloodstains. This made his earlier progress useless. He has to hit her with a single strike for a killing blow to end her.
A difficult task.
Despite her inexperience in hand-to-hand combat, she has good reflexes and instincts. More than once Lancer took a solid hit or needed to block a possible debilitating blow. His own Battle Continuation working on overtime to keep up against her own at this stalemate.
Yes, a definite stalemate.
Not until he can unless his own Noble Phantasm first.
But before he could act or think of deploying the damn thing, his annoying master issued an order.
"Damn it, he just has to cut my fun." Lancer cursed, leaping away and disengaging from the unknown servant. The female servant watches as her quarry lands on the wall surrounding the house.
"Sorry to cut our fun, Missy. But my Master's getting fussy." Lancer shrugged helplessly, hefting his spear at his shoulder lazily. "Let's continue another day and sorry for roughing up your Master." He apologized.
"Aah. Bad doggy."
"I'm not a dog!"
Scratching his head in irritation of being called a dog, Lancer astralized and moved away. Looking back at the female servant one last time, he can tell she's a bit of an airhead.
But definitely strong.
A smirk formed on his lips, he wouldn't mind another round and the next time?
He would definitely win.
Meanwhile back at the Emiya Residence, the unknown servant blinked as Lancer astralized, leaving her alone and her still unconscious Master.
Her Master!
Remembering the poor young man, she immediately went back to where she left him and found him in a better state much to her relief. He is still unconscious but he has no longer visible damage, his bruises and broken limbs now being healthy.
Sighing in relief, she took a step forward to pick up her Master but paused as something pulsed in the air.
A heartbeat.
Not just any heartbeat. A heartbeat like her own but not coming from her.
It's coming from a young man.
Cradling him (he is very much smaller than her), she can feel his entire body burning hot, feverishly hot. He needs to cooldown immediately. With her master in tow, she enters the house's messy premise and begins to take care of her poor master.
Meanwhile in the distance…
"So Emiya-kun summoned a servant. After saving him, this is what I get." Rin Tohsaka sighs in pure annoyance and internal turmoil. Oh, she watched the entire exchange since Lancer threw Emiya-kun out of the house and was about to step in herself until that servant came out. Instead of helping, she opted to hide and watch at the nearest vantage point for reconnaissance.
Speaking of said servant-
"Archer, got any ideas of what class that servant was?" Rin asked her loyal companion.
Archer materialized behind her.
"Definitely a Saber. Her attire is pretty much of western design and the armor is based around the medieval era. A knight probably." Archer supplied to her.
In truth, he himself is at a loss.
What Shirou Emiya summoned wasn't the Servant Saber known as Artoria Pendragon.
This timeline differed from the rest.
And that deeply worried him. Did the Kaleidoscope mess around the Grail War again? He doesn't want to be mistaken as Satan, once is enough for him.
But one thing is for sure.
This Holy Grail War would be very much different than the normal one.
"Let's go Archer, I'll take care of Emiya tomorrow."
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Fate x Kamihime Project crossover:
~ Fate Stay Night: Foreign Divinity ~
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Servant Profile
True Name: unknown
Stats
STR: A
AGI: C
LUK: A
END: A
MP: EX
NP: EX
Skills
Miracle Chalice
: In possession of a legendary Chalice which grants miracles randomly
Absolute Monarchy
: ???
Avalon's Guidance
: ???
Majestic Knight
: ???
High Spirits
: ???
Noble Phantasms
Round Table Summit
: ???
Return of the Great King
: ???
Excalibur
: ???
Caledfwlch
: ???
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Okay, this is something of a lofty project for me. Writing Nasu stuff is pretty heavy for me (worst author in the world) but I'll try just for funsies.
This section is for questions.
: What is Kamihime Project?
It's basically what you would get if Nasu keeps its roots as an eroge game. Basically FGO with lewds. Emiya's brand new servant? She's part of Kamihime Project roster.
:Will I focus on this?
Meh, I'm practically depressed nowadays so I only write what my brain thinks as cool. This idea seems cool so I wrote it.
Now for the fun part.
I need help in writing this. Like serious help.
I need help in converting the Kamihime Project Stats to FGO stats, aka skills and Noble Phantasm so I'm open for suggestions and theories. The stat sheet above? That just means I don't have no idea what to put in there.
Throw it at me to fuel this story!
As for this story's direction?
Let's just say this version of Emiya Shirou would be very very different from the rest of the three Shirou's.
Like the out of this world different.
His Unlimited Blade Works would be far different from the three versions.