Le gasp! A Sekirei and Fate crossover that isn't based on In Flight! A badass version of Minato features in this one, something which is in short stock in crossovers. This little diversion of mine has seven Heroic Spirits merging with six OCs and Minato himself who is, largely due to the events leading to the fusion, much more militant. He's still the "do what's right" sort of guy but now he's got a backbone and a certified lack of qualms about breaking rules and spilling blood.

Expect cussing, brutal executions and other characters walking on eggshells around Minato. There's a few other things I'm messing with. Minato's abilities are crazy and a couple of things in the Sekirei part won't be like they were in Canon either.

As with all my works as Leechblade, this is a fanfiction; that means I don't own the characters or the setting, and paying me for this is just gonna get us all in a heap of trouble.

Hidden somewhere in Europe, an ancient order resides. These brave few have spent over a thousand years protecting our world from the things that go bump in the night. Many pledge themselves to this order. It's true power however lies in seven champions wielding the power of Heroic Spirits channeled through crystals implanted within their bodies. Each has their own powerset which further varied with each new wielder. Saber, Lancer, Archer, Rider, Caster, Assassin, Berserker. These names conceal the powers of the seven Guardians.

The man who had the Saber crystal was surprised to find a suitable heir a mere five years into his service, but he'd regretted taking the crystal almost every day since he'd gained it by blind luck. This boy however, according to Saber's friend who was a teacher, fit the bill perfectly. Minato Sahashi had somehow convinced a domineering mother to let him study abroad.

Isolated from his family, plenty of courage and kindness. A bit of training would make sure he wasn't weak. All that mattered now was the boy's compatibility with the Crystal, and whether he'd accept it. Meeting the child he said "I'm going to place an object in your hand. What it does once it's there will determine if my visit actually has purpose today."

Removing the diviner necklace and handing it to the boy, the Saber of that generation wasn't expecting to be left half blind by the flash of light the necklace emitted. However this meant that the boy's fight for what's right attitude would more than likely be completely unaffected when the crystal was given to him.

And so the training began. The boy was eager to grow strong and mastery of many different types of sword would make it so that his body was quite strong even before the transfer. Minato Sahashi grew tall and strong. His mentor's pride grew with each day as the boy surpassed expectations and limitations alike. The other Crystal Guardians would be passing the mantle to their successors when Minato was fifteen.

Three years of training seemed sufficient and sooner than Minato imagined, the day came for the power to be passed down. Saber was confident that this new generation of Warriors would be plentifully powerful and just. If only he'd known how wrong he was. He might have been able to prevent the ensuing calamity.

As things were however he never saw it coming. An organization attacked the Order just as the Inheritance ceremony was to begin. Their objective to steal the Guardian crystals, their plan poorly thought out, their mission successful, save for one guardian to be whom had gone to his mentor for comfort.

"Master, I'm not certain I'm worthy." Minato spoke to Saber.

The older man sighed "I am. The diviner says so, and three years of training say so as well-" suddenly gunshots rang out and blood erupted from his mentor's chest. "Minato, the crystal!" Saber roared.

Obeying his mentor's final command Minato took up the crystal from the previous Saber. Doing so, he was plunged into his mindscape an endless plane of white until a male voice speaking in the clipped cadence of Nordic royalty reached him "What is Power to you?"

Minato replied reflexively and truthfully "A means to an end. The goal is to protect the innocent, power, regardless of what kind, merely being the tool by which this is done."

"What is Family to you?" Spoke the voice again, this time coming from a dark blurry figure above him.

"It is those who matter to you, not your blood." Minato spoke once more.

"If you found out that your father was planning something terrible how would you react?" The voice came again, the blur now clearing into a human shape.

"I took an oath to do what was necessary to protect the innocent. If that means that the blood of a father I've never known will stain my blade, so be it."

"If fate told you that your love would be forced to kill you what would you do?" The man, now clearly visible asked once more.

"I would break it!"

Removing the wolf mask he'd been wearing, his interrogator gave a sad smile to the would be hero. "You have passed this trial Minato Sahashi, for it is impossible to lie here. I Sigurd hereby entrust all that I am to you. However you don't get to celebrate. The other six crystals have been seized and the new wielders are either incompatible or unsavory characters to begin with."

"'A fate worse than death awaits unworthy hands that touch the crystals'" Minato recited from his heart. "Shishou never explained that bit..."

Sigurd said, "If the magic the mind or the body are insufficient the Spirit Origin will overwhelm the host and take control. Now get clear, can't lose all the guardians can we?"

Minato was dragged back into reality in a flash. He was still in the line of fire. Rapidly disposing of the foes in front of him, Minato got moving as fast as he could. He didn't do the uniform swap thing because he was too short and that only works on TV.

He needed a plan. As he began to walk down the long path that led away from the hidden compound, he mentally reviewed the abilities of each Class and what he had seen of the carnage, as he had no way of knowing precisely which spirit had been summoned for any of his quarry, and no way of knowing what if any of the order remained intact and willing to back him. Research and regroup seemed the best option.

A large part of his training had been recognizing wounds. Firearms had definitely been employed during the fighting. Considering the attackers however he had no way of knowing if that meant one of the Rogues was using firearms or if that was just their comrades whom they'd turned upon as well.

Minato reached the exit to the compound and noticed something that gave him hope for the battles ahead. When his six most dangerous foes reached the end of the path, they scattered each going in a different direction. A mixed blessing if he'd ever received one. They'd be harder to track down but easier to defeat once he finally cornered one of them. Failure never crossed his mind. He couldn't afford to think of the alternative…

While many of the order's leaders were slain there were those in the order who called him traitor, evidence was eventually found by the order's information network. No active duty Guardians nor were any of their apprentices involved with the betrayals. As the sole remaining guardian Minato was named the new head of the order. Though it pained him to leave any battle he could fight to others, he had no choice.

As the only active guardian Minato was the only one who stood a realistic chance of reclaiming the other six crystals, thus he had no choice but to leave the fight against human foes in other hands. The wait for the fight against the order's human foes was nearly unbearable. He coped by training and six months later the enemy organization was broken and he knew where one of the Rogues had gone.

Ireland had some lovely sights, even if most of the time he wasn't hunting down Lancer was spent trying to get a Denmark High School Diploma. Correspondence courses were now necessary for him to operate as Leader of the Order without arousing outside suspicion. The idea was to get a diploma from a high school in denmark then settle the situation with a journalism major to explain his tendency to travel.

Pulling himself from his musings, Minato Sahashi looked up ahead at Skellig Michael, where the first of his prey awaited. From what he'd been able to gather Lancer was Fionn mac Cumhail (pronounced Cool) leader of the Fianna Knights of old, killed his subordinate Diarmuid after his fiance brainwashed the other man into running off with her.

A formidable wielder of the spear who had certain mystical powers relating to water. A dangerous foe to face considering Minato's lack of experience, but the fact of the matter was that this was a clear shot at reclaiming a crystal while also eliminating a major threat to innocent lives, and Minato was the (So far as he knew) only one with the power necessary to bring him down.

Arriving on the island in the dead of night, the lone guardian spoke to the woman who had accepted his illegal request to bring him to the island. "If I'm not back by dawn, chances are that I didn't survive and it would be in your best interests to leave if that becomes the case" as he got off the boat said "Oh and if you see a guy with a spear, get out of here as fast as you can, as he either eluded or defeated me."

A warrior needs armor, and Minato was proud of his habit of breaking stereotypes. Trench coats serve gun users quite well in concert with Kevlar vests. A swordsman however requires somewhat less billowy armor. In Minato's case he'd taken great pride in the careful production of an enchanted gambeson. It was pitch black, as a nod to Sigurd, in addition his head gear wasn't exactly normal either.

A wolf head shaped helmet, not unlike those sported by the Makai Knights of the Garo series, Minato had always been a fan of them, and it seemed appropriate that his own battle attire should incorporate it. It was augmented with infrared vision and image intensifiers to allow for spotting the enemy even when his eyes failed him.

Minato Sahashi had once been a weak willed boy trampled over by a domineering mother and a sister who idolized her. Such a person would have many difficulties standing against the dangers in his life. Such a person was not there anymore.

He was a killer who wouldn't hesitate to do what needed to be done. A warrior who, despite his young age, had stared into the darkest pits of human and inhuman nature alike, faced what he'd found there and had previously emerged victorious. Minato knew something was wrong with him, to have been set upon such a nightmarish path at such a young age, but the alternative was absolutely unacceptable.

Sigurd was, as one might expect of someone known as the king of warriors, one of the more powerful Heroic Spirits. A ranked Endurance meant that he could take hits that the average battleship couldn't. A ranked Strength meant he could dish them out too. B ranked Agility made him particularly, though not spectacularly fast among superhumans, though it was typically more than enough.

The two stats he was lacking in were typically of little use to him. C ranked Mana however limited the use of his more interesting abilities. He could fire off his Noble Phantasm, or he could use Mage Craft to be more than a bash and whacker. His Luck though technically E ranked was largely ignored- on of the first lessons an order initiate regardless if they are in line for a crystal or not was to make your own luck.

The Guardians might be able to risk fighting with honor but frankly if it was a choice between fighting dirty and letting a bystander get hurt, well it wasn't really a choice now was it? Minato's musings filled his head as he walked to the place where he knew his prey awaited- the widest open space on the island.

"Hmph quaint. That a Lancer would pick an honorable duel to the death to be how he meets his fate." Minato muttered. Walking into the area he summoned Gram, the sword of Sigurd, a two-handed blade that glowed.

It was a powerful weapon, the inspiration for Excalibur and it's predecessor Clarent, and it was a weapon that had never failed the King of Warriors so long as his heart stayed true to the cause. Included in the blade's redesign were six crystal shards which could serve as a hand-guard or guided projectiles as needed.

"I was wondering how long it would take before someone came to try and stop me. I've been causing chaos left and right hoping for someone from the order to try something. I never imagined that it would be another Guardian." Lancer spoke from behind Minato.

Leaping into the air Minato put some distance between him and his opponent. Cursing himself for this slip in attention he spoke "You were never destined to be a guardian. You were just a thief when you gained the crystal and you are just a worthless murderer now." Minato made the first move charging in for an attack.

This would have been the appropriate move had his opponent not been an expert water mage. A quick sweep of the Irish knight's weapon and a freezing cold billow of water forced the Saber class Guardian back.

Water came off of him in sheets, and as he stepped further backwards, his steps let out a squelch. He'd need to end this fight quickly, so he could reach medical attention before hypothermia set in and killed him. He checked his helmet only to find that the electronics had been short circuited by the deluge.

Minato spun his blade about to deflect a possible attack and removed the now useless weight. He then focused on Lancer who was apparently smart enough to realize that if he could avoid Minato's attacks long enough, he'd win. Lancer was too fast to try hitting with his Anti-Fortress level Noble Phantasm, but cunning was always something the previous Saber had drilled into Minato.

Minato rapidly came up with a battle plan, risky, insane, and just off the wall enough to work. A medium powered slash along the ground brought the desired result. Lancer dodged and Minato threw two of the six crystal shards that were part of Gram. They flew as he directed though Lancer clearly thought otherwise "You missed."

"I don't recall saying that was aimed at you." Charging up the rune he'd carved into the ground he roared "ANSUS!" and a massive inferno enveloped the spear wielder. A bit of overturned dirt and burned grass wouldn't really be noticed, Minato hadn't learned the healing runes yet, and while the flames he'd just unleashed would slow down hypothermia that brief flash of heat might actually make it worse.

Still dripping from his brief but brutal confrontation with Lancer, he made it back to the boat, and said "Thank goodness for waterproof cases." Minato handed the woman the other half of the money he'd promised her. "I'll be summoning an ambulance once we reach the docks. You might want to make yourself scarce."

It had been simpler then he'd expected to get her to take him out to Skellig Michael.

Minato Sahashi was admitted to Kerry General Hospital with a severe case of hypothermia. Due to a combination of rapid treatment and an extremely robust constitution, by the time that his mother, Takami Sahashi, learned of this and was able to get to Ireland he was long gone.

This was calculated. He had, through a few bribes and the true fact that he had stable employment, emancipated himself after the crystals had been stolen. Partially to keep them out of the loop from his activities and partially to make any potential enemies think that he was estranged from them. After all what good is an abusive parent for a hostage?

Minato wasn't stupid, he didn't think he could shield them forever, but he shared his mentor's opinion that the longer you can avoid looking into the Moonlit world the better. He sincerely doubted that it had already happened, after all it wasn't like his mother had been roped into being the assistant of some mad scientist.

Oh how wrong he was about that…

As of 3/27/19 this has been rewritten slightly as all six of the other wielders going crazy at once seemed a tad too far fetched.

3/31/19: Cleaned up a few other plot holes. cut out the extraneous and very poorly timed negotiation. Also gave a better description of Gram. I think.

Also now included is a brief explanation of what constitutes compatibility with the crystals. A certain level of magical potential, mental fortitude and physical fitness when you take up the mantle.

Like I said in the original version of this chapter I thought there were too many In Flight variants so here is something different.