Fate/Clusterfuck (Fate/Stay Night)

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2.85 - Trust
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    Commissioned by @DB_Explorer

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    Trust.

    Trust was an interesting word.

    It was something to be twisted, to be used, to your benefit if at all possible. People trusted far too easily. A servant trusts a master, a slave trusts a king, and a king trusts… well, you would say the Gods. But you had seen how that particular relationship had turned out.

    If Circe were alive she would likely speak at length about empistosýni as taught by Pistis. The root of all trust in the world, such things… did not interest you now. For as confusing as things had been lately, you still knew few truths in this world, and of those, yet less that you could rely on. You were Medea of Colchis, the Witch of Betrayal as you had been dubbed. It was a fitting moniker, earned, if not deserved.

    Your first master trusted you, he trusted you to be beneath him, and he along with his barbaric ways had gone up in flame, though not without significant cost to yourself. You had consigned yourself then, you had performed your second betrayal, and with it, you would be granted your second death. Whisked away to the Throne of 'Heroes' until someone was once again mad enough to play the game of gods and kings.

    Only…

    You turn your head to look at the boy… a man? Perhaps, if not in form, then in mentality. He was certainly far more mature than those around him, their suits and glamor not enough to hide the fact that they served a modern king. Shirou Emiya, your master, as far as that term could be stretched. Was a boy on the cusp of being a man, a terrible Magus, rife with secrets that he kept even from himself, and was nearly the most frustrating man you had ever met. He didn't listen to reason, he constantly got himself hurt, sometimes even for your own sake, and refused to treat the war as just that.

    He would be broken by all of this, that would be certain.

    Yet that brought you little satisfaction. You had a wish of your own, and you were sure he did as well, even if he had not yet realized it himself. But now… things would only be more difficult, he had taken in yet more masters, building an alliance centered upon himself, and completely disregarded any warning you had given otherwise. You stared at him, watching as he wrapped his arms around another master, Sakura Matou. His smile was genuine, as was the joy on her face to be embraced by him.

    It wasn't a ruse on his part, you had grown to know him well enough for that. His ideals were foolhardy, his methods laughable, his plans injudicious. He was a fool that would soon get himself killed, and he had already lied to you more than once. And today he was foolish enough to reveal it without even realizing his error.

    You would confront him on it, get to the bottom of it all.

    … As Pistis be cursed, you were almost starting to trust him.
     
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    • silentorphan said:
    Sorry, Caster, but the nature of the Wars and how the Grail works means that the wishes of the Servants don't matter.
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    UNKNOWN01 said:
    Behold! The power of an earnest fool! Truly terrifying, indeed.
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    Eh, sometimes it does.
    Spart117MC said:
    The fool is rubbing off on her, and not in the way she initially expected.
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    Shirou is a good boy who breaks impressionable women.
     
    He is completely oblivious, both to what it means to be a Magus, and what it means to be a Master.
    He is always friendly, even to people who openly admit they hate him.
    He keeps gathering attractive women around himself, without even being aware of it.
    He continually defies death when most people would have already been killed ten times over.
    He is...the Most Frustrating Man in the World.

    Shirou Emiya: "I don't always go to war, but when I do, I always say 'Trace On.'"
     
    I can't believe it never occurred to me until just now that Shirou is the Master of the two Fate characters known (arguably) foremost for their Betrayals. Interesting connection.
     
    LuxuryLore said:
    I can't believe it never occurred to me until just now that Shirou is the Master of the two Fate characters known (arguably) foremost for their Betrayals. Interesting connection.
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    Mordred's actions can't really be counted as a betrayal, since Artoria exiled Mordred following the revelation of Morgana(and Artoria) being Mordred's parent and Mordred's outburst in the aftermath of Artoria's rejection of Mordred being her child. It's very much a miss moniker. Knight Rebellion suits Mordred much Better.
     
    Randino Treviani said:
    Mordred's actions can't really be counted as a betrayal, since Artoria exiled Mordred following the revelation of Morgana(and Artoria) being Mordred's parent and Mordred's outburst in the aftermath of Artoria's rejection of Mordred being her child. It's very much a miss moniker. Knight Rebellion suits Mordred much Better.
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    Fair. Can Medea's be counted as a betrayal either though, since she was......we'll say influenced by the divine?

    In any case, it's neat they both have [Noun] of Betrayal as their nicknames. Speaking of best girl.....

    Erien said:
    Always,

    In any case another oneshot is coming up before next chapter, a gentleman commissioned the Mordred / Saber / Rin / Caster 'fight'.
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    LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MORE-DRED CONTENT WOOOOOOO
     
    2.88 - Wrath
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    [Blood, Rage, Revenge]

    Thanks to @Armoury for the beta!

    Thanks to @Dragontrapper for the commission!

    Thank you all for reading!

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    FATHER. Arthur, where? There. Father, beautiful father. Precious father, perfect father. I have to kill, I have to kill you, I have to kill you. Revenge father, revenge for my mother. Rebellion, I have to rebel against you father, you are too perfect too perfect. Arthur, ARTHUR, ARTHUR. The sword is swinging, Clarent, beautiful, too beautiful, bloody, stained with blood. Swinging around to slam into your blade. Fierce Father, angry, too angry. Why are you so angry, Father? Not happy to see your son? Come on Father, fight me, again, forever, never ending rebellion, come on Father. Fight me!

    FATHER.

    Woman, Master? No, discarded, ignored. Father, father, focus. There. Breath, laugh. "Oh this is just perfect!" I bark out, stabbing my blade forward. ARTHUR jerks to the side, dodging, perfect, beautiful. Alien. Sword, too fast, wall destroyed. Laugh, swing again. Sparks, shining, leap from the modern stone, arcing through the air, collide once more with Excalibur. "Come on Father!"

    ARTHUR.

    Father leaps back, why? Worried? Master. Master nearby, her master, your master? Not important. Nothing father, Arthur. I charge forward, Father swings, blade slams into my arm. Twist, slam forward. Father goes through a building, I follow. Screams? Screams. Not Father, family. Not important, ignore. Charge. Charge. Charge. Blast, pain, why? I look back, there, woman, master, not my master, finger pointed. Why? Why interrupt? Charge. Charge. Panic on her face, grin on mine. Father again? Where did Father come from? Fight, right, Clarent cleaves, carving through the road and sending up dirt and snow. Excalibur blocks, strong, Father is strong, perfect Father, beautiful Father. Swing again. Again. Again. Again. Laugh. "Fight me already!"

    This is perfect.

    This is everything I ever wanted.

    Forever fighting. Forever rebellion.

    "FIGHT ME!"

    Master running now, why? Why? Not important, Arthur, ARTHUR. I surge forward. Foot extended to collide with Arthur's midsection. Father goes flying back, grimacing. The blades meet again, perfect, perfect. Steel ringing, blades singing, sparks flying. I grin, Father grimaces. Aren't you happy Arthur? An elbow to my teeth, blood, more blood, Father fighting like me. I slam my own head forward, colliding with her own. My vision swims, I ignore it. Clarent screams once more, narrowly blocked. Almost cut Father in half. Disappointing? Joyous. Joyous!

    "Mordred! Cease this!"

    Father speaking? Why would I ever cease? This is what Father wanted. "Never!" My blade swings again with a laugh, parried, blocked, dodged. Dance. Cleave. Stab. murder-stroke, overhand, halfhand, stab, punch, kick, knock. Fight. Drool drips from my mouth, along with blood. But I'm smiling, grinning, happy. This is everything we ever wanted. "Our battle will never end, Father!" Father runs, why? Chase. Chase chase chase chase chase!

    Shop, school, forest, park, blurs. Ignored, swords light by clashing sparks and moonlight as the battle carries across town. High now, higher than the castle. Running across the rooftops, tearing them apart. Fighting. Stabbing. Clashing. Arthur! Sword to the head, duck, stab upwards, blocked, swing, swing swing again. Arthur! Beautiful Father, impossible father. Swing to the left, parried, moved aside, fist to the ribcage, blood, more blood. Father is faster, I am stronger. Surge forward, collide with Father. Falling? Why am I falling? Glass roof, falling now. Swinging again, crashing through floors, glass, lights. Screaming around us, ignored. Father swings for my neck, Clarent rises, parried, followed through, blade cuts through her armor. Blood erupts from Arthur's mouth, beautiful, beautiful. She swings again, the beautiful invisible blade. Collides, pain, blood, I sail into a pillar. Vision swimming, Father again, in front of me, why? Her blade raised to end this.

    Rampage. REBELLION.

    The blade collides with my shoulder, Excalibur briefly visible. I surge forward, pushing it through me, Clarent, beautiful Clarent swings upwards. Too fast, too fast Father! Arthur screams, pain, clutching her stump of an arm. Beautiful, perfect blood dripping below. Then we fall, Clarent is tossed aside. Father?

    Father?

    Where is Father? Not here. Where? Not above, not below? I land with a crunch on the ground floor, people screaming, running past me or huddled on the ground. Father? Where…are you Father? There, distant, a spirit, then it's gone. I stare after it, blood in my mouth, pain in my side. Father? Why did you run?

    … Father?

    I blink, stumbling briefly as someone runs past me. Fa…ther? I don't understand. Isn't this what you wanted, Father?

    "Servant. That is enough." A voice speaks from behind me.

    I turn my head. Woman… familiar, back at the house. She is… connected…to… master. "What?" I ask, my mouth…, why?

    The woman… blue dress. Speaks. "Your master has been kidnapped while you were being a fool. Come with me."

    I stare at her.

    …

    What?

    Mast…er?

    …

    She takes my ha- Then we are…

    I not… know why.

    Arthur… where? …

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    Arthur… where? …

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    Arthur?

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    The priest stood at the front of his church. His frock moved silently with the wind. He could see the city, far more than he usually could at night. It was aflame, in part. Two servants had battled across it for the past twenty minutes, buildings burned, walls had collapsed, streets were ruined. It would take work to fix all of this.

    The priest grimaced, then looked back to his servant.

    Perhaps.

    No…

    No she wouldn't be any help at all. With a restrained sigh, the priest began to walk towards the city. He had work to do, and then he would have some masters to speak with. This Grail War was hardly going to plan.

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    Next chapter next week.
     
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    • Erien said:
    The priest stood at the front of his church. His frock moved silently with the wind. He could see the city, far more than he usually could at night. It was aflame, in part. Two servants had battled across it for the past twenty minutes, buildings burned, walls had collapsed, streets were ruined. It would take work to fix all of this.
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    Lol. Suffer Kirei, suffer.

    I can't wait for Kirei to show up and explain how much damage Mordred did to Fuyuki. It'll break shirou's little heart.
    Erien said:
    The blade collides with my shoulder, excalibur briefly visible. I surge forward, pushing it through me, Clarent, beautiful Clarent swings upwards. Too fast, too fast Father! Arthur screams, pain, clutching her stump of an arm. Beautiful, perfect blood dripping below. Then we fall, Clarent is tossed aside. Father?
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    Yeah! Mordred got her arm!
    Erien said:
    Father? Where…are you Father? There, distant, a spirit, then it's gone. I stare after it, blood in my mouth, pain in my side. Father? Why did you run?
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    Aww. The fight ended. Now what is Mordred supposed to rebel against?

    Thanks for the update.
     
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