A/N: *Exhales deeply*

Somehow, I pulled Waver in FGO. On a single roll. While I was walking outside.

I...may have woken the neighbors with my subsequent shout. Seriously, though! Everyone's told me to get him if I can, so I did a single roll on the story banner-which has been INSANELY GOOD TO ME!-and I just...got him! Just like that! My second five star! And I only started a week ago! And all this, after I updated a story with him in it! What in bloody blue blazes is going on here?!

Now I've picked up Robin Hood and Medea, to boot!

Still no Saber Alter though, I'm a sad boy.

Now I've got Marie, somehow?!

AND ANOTHER NERO?!

*faints*

Wanna know the real kicker here? None of those aforementioned rolls were paid ones. They were all free saint quartz and summon tickets that I received from staying logged in. But Nerofest is truly beating me into the ground, given that my highest Servant is only about level ffity and I'm still in France...

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Sorry, you're not here to listen to me babble about the game now, are you? You came here to read another update. With this, I've just got to update Moon Cancer, Saver, and Berserker and then each story will have multiple chapters.

That's right, I'm saving the best for last!

A handful of readers actually guessed where "Wraith" was, and would you look at that? They were right.

I've been waiting a long time to unleash this bad boy into the world.

We'll see some of the most powerful Servants here.

Bit of verbatim here from the last chapter.

So here we go. True Assassin's here.

And he's fresh outta mercy.

As for his given Master...

...surprise~!

"I dislike that attitude of yours. Stop acting like that.

"And...and if I don't?! You can't possibly think I'll just listen to you!"

...as I said, there's no purpose in killing you yet. I'd rather not get blood on the carpet."

~Wraith And His Master.

A Most Unlikely Counter (Interlude)

Celenike was positively giddy as she watched light fade away.

Gazing down at the Command Spells etched into her hand, the Master of Black waited impatiently for the ritual to end.

Sure enough, she felt a faint tug against her circuits before the Homonculus System intervened and assumed the weight of the mana costs. It took all she had not to cackle maniacally. At last! She'd finally have a Servant of her own! A familiar who would obey her every wish and whim; someone who would do whatever she said, whenever she said it! This was all she'd ever wanted since she was a little girl, since she'd first learned what a Holy Grail War truly was and all that it would entail. Now that moment was nigh and she waited anxiously with her fellow Masters for haze to fade. Who would it be?

A dashing prince?

Some glorious magician?

An odd, wandering scholar of some sort?

What class would she pull? Rider? Saber? Assassin? Secretly, a small part of her pined for the latter. The class of killers, those murderers of man, yes one of them would align with her morality quite nicely. Better to have a Servant who wouldn't have any qualms about less-than-pleasant methods. If she were to pull someone like King Arthur...well. They wouldn't mesh at all. No, best not to get her hopes up. This was war after all. War had no honor. War was ugly and cruel; in this world it was kill or be killed.

In the end, she received her wish; because something blasted the smoke away.

Now, Celenike-she much rather preferred being called Celene-was no fool. She knew she wasn't the most likable magus in the world; just as she knew there were others far worse than her; madmen who would make her eccentric and abrasive personality look like a kitten by comparison. But even so! It didn't change the fact that the Holy Grail had chosen her as a Master. Yes, the Grail had acknowledged her potential. The mere notion of meeting an otherworldly, legendary spirit was enough to make her soul sing and her skin tingle.

She noticed him immediately.

Truly, it was such a shame that one of those worthless homonculi bungled her catalyst-and those of several others-but that mishape no longer mattered. Here in this moment the proud young woman stood fast, ready and willing-eager even!-to greet this bonafide heroic spirit from days of yore. It wasn't simply the contract connecting them, it was the way he stood apart from the others. He'd fluidly rose to his feet a heartbeat after arriving; the manner in which he held himself suggested a man with confidence, but more than that.

As the light whirled and the shadows writhed, she found herself gazing at a creature of death.

This was a killer; for his body was something of a walking arsenal; knives scrolls and swords, all manner of vast and unorthodox weaponry fastened to a dark shirt darkers trousers with dark red arm-guards and bracers for the legs, alongside, a strange half-mask worn over the lower half of his face taken. Sharp blue eyes like razor daggers gazed back at her from a handsome faced framed by whiskered cheeks and a shaggy mane of spiky blond hair. Yet his eyes and hair were the only two true spots of color to be seen on his personage.

"I Am Wraith." his voice called out into the dimly lit room, words ratting the stones underfoot. "My class is Assassin. I Am Your Sword. Your Dagger."

When she didn't dared speak into the spellbound silence, he removed his mask, revealing a small frown etched into his face.

"Command Me, Master." his voice rose anew. "Point Me Toward Your Enemies. Tell Me Who Needs To Die."

With that, Celenike dared to step forward and at last, the wayward shinobi beheld his summoner.

"That's better," this time, his smile was entirely genuine. "I Ask of You, Are You My Master?"

In the end, only one eloquent word came to Celene's buzzing mind.

"Yes." she said proudly. "I am."

His gaze was sharp and cutting and it-he!-saw her at once as he stepped forward to meet her. Celene nearly flinched away. All around her the other Masters were crying out and reacting to their own Servants; she even heard them identifying themselves with their true names. Gordes was all but beside his very self with glee the legendary hero known as Sigurd knelt before him. Fiore looked positively pale as a towering man introducing himself as Ashwatthama gave her a hearty slap on the back.

There were others of course, but she only had eyes for Assassin.

"W-Well!" she managed beneath that searing gaze. "I suppose you'll be wanting my name, then."

The faintest smile creased his lips. "That would be nice, yes."

Right. Formalities. She had to keep up appearances. Even if he realized that the pleasant smile she wore was little more than a lie; she needed to maintain it for now at the very least. Judging by the keen look lurking in those baleful blue eyes, she suspected he knew the truth already. That was fine. If this man had been successfully summoned as Assassin then that meant he likely had secrets of his own to hide as well.

"I would prefer it if you were to address me as Celene." she said as much, offering the young man her palm. "And you are?"

...Naruto Uzumaki." he forced the words out as if they pained him. "I'd prefer you called me by anything else."

A bell went off in her head as they shook hands.

She knew that legend. The Soundless Killer. The Wraith. She'd read in an old book once as a girl; found his story in a musty old tome that had been all but falling apart. It hadn't contained much-little more than scribbles and notes on the human body and all its many, many flaws. Weak points. Vitals that could be pierced to ensure death, be it slow or quick. She'd used it as a catalyst on a whim once the piece she'd intended to use for her Astolfo had been absconded by one of the forgetful staff.

And now the legendary killer stood before her in all his silent glory.

A mad giggle escaped her lips. "Oh! This is...!"

And then Darnic spoke.

"Where is Rider?"

Celene froze.

Heart pounding in her chest, she turned to face the patriarch of the Yggdmillennia clan. She knew at once that she'd fallen out of favor with him by his expression alone; he looked all of an instant from taking his cane and beating her over the head with it.

"I...beg your pardon?"

"You idiot girl, this means we have an empty place in our faction at the very least." Pausing just long enough to let the words sink in, his glower intensified. "At worse, we now have a rogue servant running amok. The loss of that class will hurt us in this war. Had you simply done as you were told and summoned them properly, we wouldn't be having this conversation. Do you not understand this?"

Though her pride bridled at the slight, Celene never had the chance to answer.

Instead her Servant surprised her by raising his voice.

"I can assure you," he began slowly, "I'm more than a match for any enemy Servant, be they Rider or otherwise."

Celene preened at his words, but unfortunately, his statement attracted attention.

Rather than take his words at face value, Lancer rose from his throne.

And the world stopped.

There was a decidedly predatory gleam in the Lord Impaler's gaze just now, one that quieted even Darnic's towering fury. He descended slowly, languidly, taking the steps one at a time. To the untrained eye one might be fooled; might believe that he was in no hurry to reach them; that he wasn't at all perturbed by Assassin's presence. Celenike had the misfortune of being trained to spot such things. As such, the young woman had already stepped well back by the time Lancer found his voice.

"Is that so?" his rich, resonant words compelled all to silence as he approached. "Then, comrade of mine, perhaps you'd be willing to grace me with a demonstration of your skills."

"Perhaps." Assassin met his stare stoically. "Though I fail to see what good killing you would do."

The words were more a slap in the face than any blow, yet Lancer took them better than anyone could possibly expect. A sharp and delighted peal of laughter burst out of him all at once and much to Celene's surprise, he manifested his weapon yet held it in check. Assassin barely batted an eyelash at this outright display of hostility. There was something...between these two, though she knew not what. Servants though they were, the two of them looked all of a moment from flying at one another and coming to blows.

"Oho?" He smiled. "You think you can kill me? A bold claim."

Naruto granted Vlad a small smirk of his own. "Not a claim if its true."

"Ha! You really are a different beast than "that one". You're full in control of yourself, aren't you?"

"Wait, who do you mean-

And then the grand summoning circle, forgotten nearly by everyone and everything in the room...suddenly pulsed again.

"What in the world...?!"

Celenike experienced a brief moment of weightlessness before she realized what was happening; what shouldn't be happening. Something was coming through. It shouldn't be-gah?! A fresh surge of pain surged through her mana circuits before the Homonculus System had a chance to intervene and something drained all that she had and more. Another Servant? That shouldn't be possible! It shouldn't be! And yet it was. Whomever this newcomer was, they drained her to the last drop. All the color faded from the world, her body reeling like a drunkard at last call. Not just her. Every other Master was crying out, doubling over in pain...

She had half an instant to yelp in surprise, to realize she was going to be sick.

Wait. Why was the ground rushing up to greet her like that...?

Then she tumbled down into darkness.

A/N: Yes, Vlad recalls Naruto from Berserker, impossible as that may seem.

Now, now, Naruto, that pride might come back to bite you soon...

BEHOLD THE BLACK FACTION IN ALL THEIR BLOODY GLORY!

Assassin=Naruto, of course. His Master is Celenike.

Lancer=Vlad Tepes. His Master shall be Darnic.

Archer=Ashwatthama. His Master is Fiore.

Berserker=Raikou. Her master is Caules.

Caster=Solomon. His Master is Roche.

Saber=Sigurd. His Master is Gordes.

Rider=?

And who knows. Given the ending there?

We might well have multiple Servants per Master in a minute.

Clearly, time is all sort of screwed up if freaking Solomon is here. He shouldn't be here. Can't be here. We all know what happened to him. And yet he is? I wonder what caused that? And before any one person decides to ask, no, he's not Goetia. In the same vein, he's not a Grand Caster. Ludicrously powerful to be sure, but not grand. Not at all. That's what happens when the timelines begin to get warped and worlds start to collide. After all, Fate Grand Order never happened in this universe.

You think this nuts?

WAIT TILL YOU SEE THE REDS.

Only time will tell if Celenike will be redeemed...

...or viciously betrayed by True!Assassin. The outcome there depends on you, dear readers!

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And there you have it! So...in the immortal words of Atlas...

Review, Would You Kindly?

And enjoy the previews.

References are candy.

BE PREPARED~!

GUESS WHO?!

(Previews)

Marie sighed softly.

"Such a sad Assassin, you are."

"Leave me alone, Rider." came the growl.

The giggle that answered his reply almost made him smile.

"Non, non, non! I can't! Its because you're so sad that I HAVE to help you!"

"You...you took everything from me."

Naruro swore. "Lady, we've never met. I don't even know you."

Saber absolutely hissed, her blade rising in a devastating arc. "YOU WILL!"

"Harder!"

"Just tell me who you want to kill. Give me a name."

Assassin turned his head and spat out a tooth.

...is that all you've got?" he growled.

Then he beheaded the Servant.

R&R! =D