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Before we start the chapter, let's answer some reviews.

Lancelot Du Loc: Maybe it's not Ezio. :O

Treyalexander63917: In the game, Fate/Grand Order, Arturia Pendragon can be summoned as a Lancer class Servant. That's who I'm using as Shirou's Servant.

Symbolic Joker: Thank you for pointing that out. I went back and fixed that.

Suzululu4moe: That's an excellent idea. I just might use it. Archer didn't notice the addition to Aestus Estus with his analysis ability because it wasn't actually part of the sword. It was just drawn on. If they had been engraved, that would be a different story. Hope that clears that up.

YuukiAsuna-Chan: While not my intent, I'm glad I could make you laugh. Also, you're right about what I said about Lady's mom. I went back and amended that.

Now, without further ado, I give you Chapter Three of A Not So Holy Grail War!

"Who lives in a pineapple-"

"It seems today-"

"Five hundred channels and nothing good's on," Dante grumbled as he sat on the couch, sipping a soda while channel surfing the TV he had installed the day after their first battle with other Servants.

It had been just under two days since their encounters with Rider, Lancer, and Archer.

Things had been quiet, not seeing hide nor hair of any Servants or demons in that time.

"Perhaps you should try giving the channels more than a second's glance, Master," Caster said, lounging comfortably on the large couch while she took discrete glances at Dante's bare upper body.

Dante gave a noncommittal grunt while he continued to flip the channels. He had made it through almost thirty more channels before he came to a stop.

Displayed on the screen was a young blonde reporter standing in front of the construction site that Rider and Caster had demolished.

"It's been two days since the construction site of a new hospital was decimated. The police have determined the attack took place late Tuesday night. The method and motivations behind the attack are still unknown."

"Congratulations, Dante. You guys blew up a hospital," Lady drawled from her spot at the kitchen table, bare feet propped upon the piece of furniture and her wounds fully healed.

After recuperating from being completely drained of mana, it took only a couple of healing spells to repair her broken nose and fractured ankle.

Dante rolled his eyes at Lady's remark. "First of all, get your feet off the table. We eat there. Second, it was Caster's and Rider's fault."

"Rider did most of it," Caster mumbled her head ducked and her shoulders slumped.

Saber, who was hovering next to her Master, chose that moment to speak up. "It's disgraceful. If I had been the one to fight him, there'd be hardly a scratch upon the structure. You just lack grace and finesse."

Caster grit her teeth at Saber's jab over her performance.

"Well, at least we actually managed to defeat our opponent," Caster growled.

Saber glared at Caster. "Well, my Praetor wasn't a bloodied mess by the time the night was through."

Dante noticed Caster's face briefly droop with regret before melting into an expression of anger.

Caster shot up out of her seat and whirled around to face Saber.

She fixed Saber with a glare of such heat and intensity, Dante was surprised Saber's face wasn't melting.

"You want a piece of me, bitch?" Caster yelled.

"You'll be in pieces by the time I'm finished with you, whelp," Saber sneered.

"Both of you, cool it!" Lady and Dante commanded.

The two Servants reluctantly complied with their orders, forced to settle on glaring daggers at each other.

"We're supposed to be a team. This team can't function if we're at each other's throats," Dante lectured.

Saber scoffed. "Since when are we a team? This is an alliance of convenience, nothing more," Saber said before withdrawing upstairs.

"I'll talk to her," Lady sighed. Once both women were upstairs, Dante looked at Caster with concern.

"What she said is really bothering you, isn't it?"

Caster's drooping posture and bowed head was all the answer Dante needed.

"Don't listen to her, she doesn't know what she's talking about."

"But she's right!" Caster protested. "It's my job to protect you!"

Dante sighed. "So, you made a mistake. It happens to the best of us. All we can do is move forward and learn from it." Dante paused and adopted a thoughtful expression. After a moment he silently nodded to himself as if he had reached a decision.

"Can you use that magic of yours to change your outfit?" Dante asked.

Caster frowned in confusion. "Yes. Why do you ask?"

Dante flashed her his trademark grin. "Change into something warm, I'll be right back."

Before Caster could inquire further, Dante had already left the room.

Caster took a deep breath as her body became wreathed in a concealing purple haze. When the haze had lifted, she had changed clothes.

Instead of her purple robes, she now wore a red flannel long sleeved shirt, skinny jeans, and a heavy pair of boots. A fuzzy red scarf decorated with the images of several Cocker Spaniels was securely wrapped around her neck. She was now well equipped for the cold weather that was typical of late October.

Caster waited patiently on the couch for her Master to return.

She didn't have to wait long as Dante returned just under three minutes later. When he re-entered the room, she was surprised by what she saw.

Over the last three days, Caster had grown accustomed to seeing him in the same outfit: his red coat and black jeans. Now however, Dante had given himself a slight makeover.

Instead of his black jeans, he wore red leather pants with two black belts fastened around his right thigh, a leather belt, black gloves, and high, black boots.

His coat bore a loose resemblance to the coat with which she was familiar. Like its predecessor, it was red in color, albeit a more simplistic design, with an upturned collar and short sleeves with black cuffs.

Underneath, was a black, long sleeved shirt with a red vest securely fastened by black metal clasps.

Hanging from his neck was his half of the Perfect Amulet, the ruby shining brightly.

"What do you think? I've had this for a few days and I hadn't gotten a chance to wear it yet," Dante said, his hands behind his back and his head held high.

Caster failed to string together a coherent sentence as she gazed at her Master, an atomic red blush on her face.

Dante smirked at her expression.

"If you're going to undress me with your eyes, at least wait until I'm not looking," Dante teased.

Caster shook her head in denial. "I was not! I was just admiring your outfit. It looks very nice on you," Caster said.

Dante gave her a look of skepticism but went along with Caster's lie.

"You don't look too bad, yourself."

As much as I love your outfit, do you mind telling me why we're all dressed up?" Caster asked.

Dante smirked. "The two of us can't exactly go out for a day on the town without dressing warm."

'A day on the town? Just the two of us?' Caster's face began to heat up at the implications of Dante's statement.

"Why are we going out on the town?"

Dante's lips upturned in a smile filled with warmth. "What better way to cheer you up than a day of fun? What do you say?"

Deeply touched by the sentiment, Caster mirrored Dante's expression.

Caster and Dante exited the house and mounted Dante's recently purchased Harley before taking off.

Had they waited a couple of seconds they would have seen Lady and Saber come down the stairs.

"Dante? Caster? Where'd they go?" Lady wondered aloud.

"Maybe they went on a date?" Saber suggested.

Lady stiffly turned her head and made eye contact with Saber.

Saber was scared by what she saw.

In the place of Lady's warm and welcoming eyes, were orbs filled with fire and brimstone.

"What was that?" Lady asked with a sickly sweet smile.

Saber recoiled in an uncharacteristic moment of fright.

"Nothing, Praetor," Saber said. She could feel herself starting to sweat under the heat of her Praetor's gaze.

"Where are we going?" Caster shouted from her seat behind Dante, the wind tearing at her hair.

I figured lunch would be a good start!" Dante yelled. "I know just the place!"

A few minutes later, Caster and Dante were seated at a corner table in a local bar & diner.

"What is this place?" Caster asked as she studied her surroundings.

The diner had a 1950's motif, old records and black-and-white photographs lined the walls. The wooden tables and linoleum floor were both decorated with a white and red checker pattern.

The bar was made of a dark, polished wood.

Several men were seated at the bar, drinking beer while they watched a horse race on the wall-mounted television.

Aside from them, the diner was occupied by a modest handful of customers.

Dante lazily perused the menu. "I found this place on the way back from picking up my bike. It's supposed to have the best burgers in the city."

Caster's face scrunched up in confusion. "What's a burger?" she asked, nearly making Dante drop his menu in shock.

"First you say you've never heard of pizza and now you're saying you've never had a burger? Wherever it is you're from sounds horrible," The first time she ate at the house, Caster had quickly expressed her confusion when she was presented with a box of pizza. Dante nearly had an aneurysm when she said she had never heard of it.

"Yeah, it was," Caster murmured, sadness overtaking her features.

Noticing her shift in mood, Dante quickly changed the subject.

"So, it's been a couple of days since we met. Why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself?" Dante suggested.

Caster's shoulders sagged in relief at the change of topic.

She put her index finger to her lips and adopted a thoughtful expression.

"Well, I grew up rich, my father being an important political figure in the city. My only friends were our servants. All the other children were scared of me because I was learning magic from my father."

"Kids can be cruel. The kids at the orphanage used to make fun of me for having white hair."

Caster raised an eyebrow in intrigue. "You grew up in an orphanage? Did you not have any other family to take you in?"

Caster asked.

Dante chuckled, the normally jolly action devoid of any warmth or humor. "My mom's family didn't exactly approve of her relationship with my old man. When they found out she gave birth to 'demon-spawn' they only grew further apart. I'm surprised my mom wasn't disowned. It's just as well, they died a year after my mom," Dante said.

"You said you had a brother. Where was he in all this?" she asked.

"Gone," Dante said in a tone that heavily indicated he didn't want to talk about it.

Caster silently regarded him for several moments. Just as he was about to question her actions, Caster elected to speak.

"Would you be offended if I said I kind of regret I asked?"

Dante let out a bark of laughter. "Not really. I took you out to cheer you up, not tell you depressing stories."

Caster's shoulders sagged in relief. Upsetting her Master would have been a poor way to repay him for their outing.

"So, what brought you to Japan?" Caster asked.

Dante leaned back in his seat and briefly looked up from his menu. "My mom's lawyer finally tracked me down and gave me my inheritance. Now I've got a nice house, my mom's personal journal, and more money than I know what to do with." Dante said.

"I imagine that was quite a surprise," Caster said.

"Not as surprising as finding out my mother was a magus," Dante snorted.

Caster's eyes widened in surprise. "You didn't know your own mother was versed in mage craft? Am I to understand that you've never received instruction in the magical arts?" Caster asked, eliciting a nod of confirmation from her Master.

"Fascinating!" Caster breathed.

Dante set his menu on the table before shooting Caster a look of confusion.

"What's so fascinating about it?"

Caster locked eyes with Dante.

What's fascinating is that your magical circuits, through which a magus channels their mana, are extraordinarily powerful, especially considering that they've never been used."

"How do you know that?"

"The Master-Servant bond allows me to draw from your magical circuits to bolster my abilities. I used a spell last night that was nearly five times more powerful than normal. Imagine how strong it would have been if I had actively drawn from your reserves. Simply put, your magical circuits contain an ocean of power, just waiting for you to tap into it!" Caster gushed, nearly hyperventilating in excitement.

Dante smiled in amusement at Caster's enthusiasm. "Why Caster, could this be your way of saying you want to teach me how to use mage craft?" Dante asked in a blatantly false tone of surprise.

"if you want me to," Caster smiled.

"Sign me up," Dante grinned. "But, in exchange, you have to let me teach you how to use a sword."

Caster mulled it over for a moment before nodding in agreement. "You have a deal, Master."

Shortly after, their booth was visited by one of the waitresses.

She was a slip of a girl, even by Japanese standards, barely standing at five feet tall. Her ebony tresses were pulled back in a tight ponytail and her pouty pink lips pulled tight to form a warm, inviting smile. Dante might have been captivated by said smile were it not for the fact that she looked like she was still in high school.

The name "Hitomi" was neatly stamped upon her name tag.

Hitomi promptly took their orders, two burgers with fries. Dante found himself disappointed when he learned they didn't serve strawberry sundaes for dessert.

Caster and Dante continued to familiarize themselves with one another, sharing their hobbies, dreams, and personal tastes as they waited on their lunch.

They didn't have to wait long as their food was served less than fifteen minutes later.

Their conversation slowed as they ate their burgers. When they were finished and Dante had paid, Dante made for the door, Caster hot on his heels.

Just as Dante's gloved hand made contact with the door, his attention was drawn by the distressed cries of a young woman.

He turned around and saw the three young men that had been sitting at the bar were harassing the waitress, Hitomi.

"Please, stop!" Hitomi begged as they started getting handsy. The bartender attempted to defuse the situation only to recoil in fear when one of the aggressors pulled a knife on him.

"I believe the lady asked you to stop," Dante said.

The man with the knife, dressed in a ratty hoody and ripped jeans leveled a glare at Dante. "Mind your own business before I cut out your tongue," he threatened, his words slightly slurred by the copious amounts of alcohol in his system. Even from ten feet away, Dante easily picked up on the heavy stench of cheap booze on his breath.

Dante slowly sauntered over to Hitomi and the men harassing her.

"When a bunch of pervs start sexually harassing a woman, I make it my business," Dante drawled as he gazed upon the three men with boredom. Dante's expression shifted as he narrowed his eyes and looked upon them with contempt. "I'm giving you one chance. Walk. Away."

"And if we don't?" asked one of the drunks.

"Then there's a good chance you three won't be leaving here with all of your teeth," Dante threatened.

The three drunks shared a look before simultaneously shooting out of their seats.

"I figured as much," Dante muttered under his breath.

The drunk with the knife, a young man in a ratty hoodie and ripped jeans, was the first to attack.

With a heavily telegraphed swing, he attempted to show everyone in the diner what Dante's intestines looked like.

The red-clad Devil Hunter lazily caught the offending appendage by the wrist. With a slight application of pressure (at least by Dante's standards) the drunk's wrist snapped like a twig that had been trampled by an elephant.

He yowled with pain as the nerves were set aflame by the sensation of bone snapping.

Maintaining his grip on his wrist, Dante's fist shot into the drunk's throat, making his screams of pain turn into painful gagging sounds.

His world went topsy-turvy before his head hit the ground with a loud thud, compliments of a leg sweep from Dante.

One of his companions, dressed in a flannel shirt and jeans, yelled with rage at the sight of his friend getting his clock cleaned.

The man in flannel snagged his empty bottle of beer from the bar before he promptly swung it at Dante's head.

Upon making contact with his skull, the bottle shattered into countless pieces, eliciting a bored stare from Dante.

Dante's foot swiftly staked its claim on his attacker's floating rib, sending him on an express flight into the wall, creating a large impression in the wooden surface.

The man in flannel's eyes rolled back into his head the moment he made contact with the wall.

Seeing his friends get taken out with no effort on Dante' part left him trembling in fear, looking like he was on the verge of wetting himself. His ill-fitting tracksuit resembled a flag as his shaking form ruffled the fabric.

"Relax, I'm not going to hurt you," Dante said.

"R-Really?" he asked, a look of hope plastered on his face.

"Of course not. Her on the other hand…" Dante trailed off as he pointed behind the man in the tracksuit.

Momentary confusion gave way to all-encompassing pain as a shapely leg was slammed right between his legs.

He squeaked in pain and clutched his junk before falling to the ground with a soft thud.

"Nice kick," Dante complimented.

"Thanks," Hitomi mumbled in slight embarrassment at his praise.

Dante fished several slips of currency out of his wallet and slapped half of them on the bar.

"This should cover the damages." Dante then turned to Hitomi.

"Here's a little addition to your tip. Don't spend it all in one place," Dante teased.

"I can't take this! It's too much!" Hitomi protested.

Dante waved off her protests. "Think of it as compensation for the entertainment. It's not every day you get to see five foot girl bring someone down with a kick to the balls."

Hitomi's face flickered with uncertainty, as she hesitantly accepted the money. "Thank you for saving me."

"No biggy. You might wanna look into getting yourself a taser, though."

After receiving another round of thank you's from Hitomi, and even one from the bartender, Dante and Caster left the diner.

Dante and Caster seated themselves on the Harley. Caster tightly wrapped her arms around Dante's midsection, knowing what would come next.

True to form, the motorcycle raced off, its powerful engine roaring through the streets.

Caster yelped in surprise at their abrupt acceleration.

An extremely powerful sorceress she may be, but knowing serious injury was just a slight miscalculation away still unnerved her.

Granted, she would heal quickly, but it would be a waste of her Master's mana. That's not to mention that civilians would start asking questions if two strangers walked away from a high-speed wreck virtually unscathed.

Caster instead chose to tighten her hold on Dante's midsection and dig her face into his back.

When the screaming metal death trap finally came to a halt, Caster was unable to stop herself from letting out an audible sigh of relief.

Feelings of relief quickly gave way to awe when she laid her eyes upon the next venue of her day out with Dante.

Carefully crafted stalls were neatly placed along the fairgrounds, each of them offering a different service.

Several of them were host to a multitude of games that Caster couldn't possibly begin to identify with stuffed and colorful prizes hanging from their walls. Children and adults alike clamored around the stalls

Those that didn't contain games instead served as concession stands with men and women in colorful uniforms dispensing a vast array of snacks and candy. Even from her place outside, Caster was still able to discern the delightful scent of sweet, sugary, and fried foods.

The snacks and games paled in comparison to the main attraction. Stealing the show from the rest of the premises was a red-and-white hightop tent that towered several stories in the air.

"I'm gonna take a wild guess and say you've never been to the carnival either," Dante said as he grinned at the sight of Caster's awestruck expression.

"I wasn't allowed to leave my home very often," Caster explained.

Dante gave Caster's shoulder a reassuring squeeze before they took their place in line for admission.

"Y'know, I've only been to a carnival once before," Dante said.

Caster looked at him in surprise. "Really?"

"Turns out carnivals aren't all that fun when you go alone. Good thing you're here to remedy that, eh?" Dante grinned, making Caster blush in a combination of flattery and embarrassment.

Master and Servant found themselves at the admission booth surprisingly quickly.

The man working the booth was a gangly teen with an acne-ridden face. Dante counted himself lucky that he never had acne troubles like most teens.

"Good evening," he said as his eyes "discretely" roved all over Caster's body. Dante had to remind himself that they wouldn't get in if he punched his lights out. It seemed he would have to settle for words. How boring.

Caster managed to beat him to the punch. "My eyes are up here!" growled Caster, her eyes starting to glow an eerie shady of purple.

The teen gulped in fear of the almost tangible aura of hostility surrounding Caster.

"Two adult tickets. Have a good evening," he squeaked. Dante had to give him points for not stammering his way through his statement.

After paying for their tickets, the duo entered the carnival grounds.

"Don't let it get to you. As hot as you are, you're bound get more than a few stares."

Caster huffed. "It's still rude to have such lewd gazes sent my way."

"Can't argue with you there. Now, enough about that, let's play some games!" Caster found her lips shifting into a smile, Dante's enthusiasm infecting her very being.

Dante and Caster entered the carnival grounds, Caster's head on a swivel as she tried to take in as much of her environment as she could.

Dante chuckled at her display of childlike wonder.

Her eyes wide in excitement, Caster turned to look at Dante.

"What's so funny?" she asked.

"Just your reaction. We've barely set foot in the place and you already look like you're about to explode. We haven't even played any games yet."

Caster looked at him, aghast. "How can you not be excited? This place is amazing! If anything, you should be just as- did you say games?" Caster rambled before rapidly changing the subject.

Dante rolled his eyes at her short attention span.

Spotting a nearby carnival game, Dante took Caster by the hand.

"Come on, I'll win you something," Dante said before leading her over to the booth.

If Dante were to look behind him, he would see Caster's face doing an excellent impression of a cherry.

They had excellent timing as the line had just been cleared, the last player, a man in his early thirties led his distraught son away by the hand.

"Hello, sir! How would you like to win your date a prize? Just five hundred yen for three balls. Knock over all of the bottles to win," The booth operator, a short, young man in his earlier twenties, merrily appealed to Dante and Caster both.

Dante looked to Caster for confirmation. She nodded furiously in confirmation and pointed at a prize.

"You're on. I'll take three balls, then."

The exuberant stall worker gladly took Dante's money and supplied him with three, fist-sized white balls.

Dante hefted one of the balls to test its weight. Once he was satisfied, Dante threw his first fall.

He managed to knock over the top three bottles, while the bottom row remained largely ineffective.

After the bottles were set back up, Dante threw his second ball, this time a little harder only to be met with similar results. Only this time, the bottom row moved ever so slightly.

"Last chance," the booth operator reminded Dante.

Dante narrowed his eyes. He wasn't about to let himself be bested by a clearly rigged carnival game.

Dante went into a pitcher's wind up, his muscles clenched in preparation. Softly exhaling, Dante let the ball fly.

With the considerable amount of force driving the projectile, the bottles didn't stand a chance.

The ball rocketed into the stack of bottles, sending them all flying.

The ball didn't stop there. It proceeded to crash through the back of the wooden booth before becoming lost in the night…At least until Dante heard a loud crash and a blaring car alarm accompanied by a shout of dismay.

"My car!" a man shouted from somewhere outside the carnival grounds.

Oops.

"Choose a prize," the booth worker whimpered, terrified by Dante's inhuman display of strength.

With a look of satisfaction on his face, Dante snagged the prize Caster had chosen from where it hung from the top of the booth.

Caster happily hugged it to herself.

"It's perfect," Caster said.

"What the hell is it?" Dante asked, the stuffed creature unlike anything he'd ever seen.

It had four legs with a yellow-green body and a long neck surrounded by a cover of pink flower petals. Two antennae swept back from where they emerged on its forehead. One of its plastic eyes was cross-eyed while the other eye looked away at nothing in particular.

"I don't know," Caster said as she clutched it tighter to her chest. "I'll name him "Mr. Stake!" Caster happily declared.

"Mr. Stake?" Dante parroted.

Caster nodded. "Yeah, because he looks like a mistake of nature!"

Dante scrutinized the stuffed animal and concluded that she had a point. "Fair enough," Dante said.

"I'm glad you agree. Now, I believe we have an entire carnival to explore." Caster said as she squirmed in anticipation.

Their outing continued, as Caster dragged Dante around the carnival grounds with gusto.

Much to her delight, she was given the opportunity to try such wonders as funnel cake and cotton candy.

It was a small miracle in itself that Dante didn't have to perform the Heimlich maneuver on Caster. After her first taste of funnel cake, she inhaled the fried treat and had all but licked the plate clean in less than five minutes.

That aside, they quickly discovered that Caster quite the knack for carnival games, conquering the game stalls on-by-one in quick succession.

By the time night had fallen, Caster had won so many prizes, that she resembled a congealed mass of stuffed animals and a pair of human legs.

"This was the best day ever!" Caster gushed, her voice slightly muffled by the small army of toys.

"I'm glad you had fun. We'll have to do this again sometime. "Maybe we could even bring Lady and Saber next time," Dante mused aloud.

Were it not for Caster's prizes, Dante would have seen her frown at his words.

"Master, do we really have to bring her along?" Caster groaned.

"Now, I know she's a bit…abrasive-"

"More like bitchy," Caster grumbled.

"Abrasive," Dante corrected, " But if we're going to be allies, we have to learn to get along.

"She's the one who's picking fights and hurling insults! There's no way that we'll ever get along!" Caster argued.

Caster was caught off guard by the sound of her Master's chuckles.

"What's so funny?"

Dante bit back his laughter so he could speak. "I just remember thinking the same thing when I met Lady," Dante said, garnering her confusion as a result.

"What do you mean? You and Lady are practically attached at the hip," Caster said. In the scarce few days she had known them, she had never seen her Master and Lady be anything but friendly, if not a bit flirty, towards one another.

Dante let out a bark of laughter.

"It wasn't always like that. When we first met, she tried to kill me on several different occasions."

Caster scoffed. "I find that hard to believe,"

"It's true," Dante insisted. "But, with time, and a common enemy we grew closer until our friendship became what it is today. Keep trying with Saber, I'm sure you'll wear her down eventually."

Caster sighed in resignation. "Alright, but if that bitch picks a fight, I'm not just going to lay there and take it."

"Wasn't expecting you to. It's late, we should be getting back."

Dante and Caster left the park, Dante having to guide her as her vision was impaired by her prizes.

It wasn't until they got back to Dante's motorcycle that he realized they had a problem.

"How are we supposed to get all your prizes home?" Dante asked.

Dante quickly received his answer when Servant and toys alike were engulfed in a familiar purple glow. Dante watched as Caster's stuffed animals winked out of existence with a small shimmer of light.

Just as suddenly as it appeared, the radiant light dissipated, leaving a now unencumbered Caster.

"Where'd they go?" Dante asked.

"I sent them away to a little pocket dimension where I like to keep important things."

His curiosity sated, Dante and Caster got on the motorcycle.

The ride home was mostly silent with Caster electing to bury her face into Dante's back, a look of contentment on her face.

They came home to see that the living room lights were still on, Lady's and Saber's silhouettes vaguely visible through the shutters.

Dante rolled into the drive way and killed the engine.

Halfway to the front door, Caster lightly tugged on Dante's arm, bringing him to a stop.

"What's wrong?" Dante asked after he noticed the nervous look on her face.

"Remember when you asked me what my name was?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I'm ready to tell you now. My name, my real name is Medea."

"Medea, huh? Got a nice ring to it. I can't help but feel like that name sounds vaguely familiar," Dante murmured as he stroked his chin in thought.

"Look it up on the internet and you'll see why. Whatever you find, I just want you to know that I had a lot of fun today."

Dante gave Caster's shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

"Judging by how you're acting, I'm guessing I'm going to find some less than flattering things. But those things are in the past. I promise it won't change how I look at you."

Caster wrapped Dante in a tight hug.

"Thank you," Caster all but whispered.

"I just have one question. Why are you choosing to tell me this now?" Dante asked as he awkwardly patted her on the back.

Dante had never been much of a hugger.

"It's the least I could do in return for a day of fun," Caster explained before she disengaged from her Master.

"Ready to get the third degree from mom and dad?" Dante joked, garnering a small chuckle from Caster.

"As ready as I'll ever be," she said.

The duo entered the house and were greeted by the sight of Lady leaning against the staircase with her arms crossed, and a look of annoyance on her face.

"It's about time you got home! I've been trying to reach you for hours! I left at least a hundred voice mails!" Lady growled.

Dante fished his phone out of his pocket and grimaced at the screen.

He had fifty-six voicemails.

"Sorry. We didn't mean to stay out so late," Dante apologized, hoping it would be enough to appease the raging dragon that is Lady.

Lady sighed in exasperation and grabbed the bridge of her nose between her fingers.

"Just don't let it happen again," Lady said, surprising Dante. "Now, I hope you weren't planning on going to bed, because we have a flight to catch. I already packed your bags for you," Lady said as she jabbed a thumb over at the couch.

It was then that Dante noticed the array of suitcases, placed next to said piece of furniture where Saber was filing her nails.

"What's this all about?" Dante asked.

Heterochromatic eyes met icy blue.

"Enzo called. We've got a job to do."

And that does it for chapter three of A Not So Holy Grail War.

I'm sorry this chapter took me so long but I had a lot of trouble writing it."

I realize that a chapter that mostly depicts a date (because let's face it, that's what it was) might not be everybody's cup of tea. But, I thought this would be an excellent method of Helping Caster and Dante bond and to develop their relationship.

II tried too keep Dante in charactter as much as i could, but i realize there wer some OOC moments..Sorry

Also, I know the scene at the diner was a giant cliché, but I needed to put a bit of action in the chapter somewhere.

Sue me.

Feel free to drop a review and tell me what you liked and what you didn't. Constructive criticism is welcome while flames will be ignored.

Anyway, I will see you all next time!

Peace out!