A/N: Hey Guys! Well, this is what Grave Days was supposed to be like before it became a Rin/Archer fic XD I really hope you guys enjoy this new story! I might create new and exclusive characters that will only be in this story, I might add Axer in this story (or any others of my OCs), an unknown character that will later be featured in Routes of the Unknown, or maybe all of them ;) Haha, I guess you'll never know until later :) Haha, I think that should be enough stalling, onto the new story. Please enjoy ;)

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Crime of Fate

Chapter 1 – Blossoming Career

The two blondes could see the tall building in which their interviews would be held. They had been studying and training for this for years and here they finally were. The building itself intimidated them. Had there ever been a time in their life where a building looked so daunting? Had there ever been a time where a building seemed unapproachable due to its status?

The building, the one that would potentially hold their futures within its palm, belonged to the most renowned detective agency in the world. To be there in Fuyuki City to see it and to have a chance at a career within it was a dream that many young children had, a dream that only the crazy would think to come true some time in their lives.

But this however, this was not a dream. The two could feel the concrete of the sidewalk underneath their feet, feel the wind that blew in their faces and caused their hair to mess up and knot, smell the bitter scent of the coffee being made from the nearby café. This was certainly not a dream. This was also certainly not a dream that they had even imagined coming true.

The time was the first of the afternoon on the first of a week, a cool autumn day of late-beginning to early-late October. The clouds covered up the rays of the sun, creating a light yet gloomy approach to a day. The beauty of the leaves made the hues of the environment pop, like Mother Nature was boasting about her production of the gorgeousness of the reds, oranges, and yellows that decorated the dull colors the trees usually possessed.

The quietness of the city on that day was incredible, as if people stayed home to avoid the other residents of Fuyuki and enjoy the comfort of their own home rather than enjoying the comfort of the wind and the rare silence of a city. The kind of silence the day was having at what was usually the noisiest time of the wake hour was unfathomable. No automobiles sounded, no busy workers heading out to lunch or hurrying towards their occupations, no young men or ladies hanging out with their friends before their school-week began, there was nothing. Fuyuki sounded as if it had been abandoned by ninety-percent the population. Most who would enter the city this instant would reckon it became a ghost town within a day. If newcomers to Fuyuki would take a look at the lack of people moving around, they would wonder if the setting was way overrated.

And in their field of view two girls would be, staring at the renowned building. The two were both short, one shorter by two inches, but none would deny the lack of height they shared, their eyes, the purple shade of twilight and the reflective glare of the stone of the fifth twelfth in the year, and hair the color of a small ray of yellow-gold light bouncing off a pure white surface. The less-developed of the females wore a black suit with her hair tied back into a ponytail, bangs falling over her forehead. Her more feminine-looking friend, however, wore a long, black skirt with a long-sleeved, purple shirt, accenting the outfit with a light gray scarf as well as black heels.

The two finally shook off their daze, realizing that they might end up becoming tardy for the most important interview of their lives. They sped up their pace down the empty streets, wanting to be too early rather than too late. They would not miss this interview for anything. A career in one of the most known businesses in history was one that no one would skip. How dumb would one be to miss at an opportunity that only comes once in a lifetime?

The blondes walked in silence, posture more perfect than a king's or a faithful knight's. Anyone could tell that they were nervous, but it would definitely not be based on their physical state. The people who walked near that building would get nervous just being beside it. Only walking beside it would get one to walk straight due to how frightening the radiation from the office building would be. But actually walking inside of it, it seemed like an impossible task to slump your shoulders even once on your way there.

There were only two people that the two had saw walk inside, a man and a woman - the man with white hair and tan skin, the female with black hair and pale skin. Everyone else who entered, entered before they could see them walk in.

The 22 year-olds stopped, at last reaching their destination. Once again, they looked up at it but this time for only a second and continued on to walk inside. When they were passed the doors however, the two stopped once more, unprepared for the beauty that was the inside of the office building. The room in which the front desk was placed was nothing short of beautiful, nothing short of perfect.

The first floor had glass walls, opaque when looking in and transparent viewing out. There was a large, decorative rock waterfall on one of the very large walls, nearly covering it the entire surface area. Behind the desk in the main area of floor one, an area sat for entertainment and chit-chat decorated with beautiful black, leather, angled couches, footstools, and more.

The girls were so mesmerized that they had not even noticed the woman sitting at the front desk, until she decided to speak up. "You must be Arturia Pendragon and Jeanne d'Arc, am I correct on this statement?" the woman, who wore no makeup yet could easily swoon men, asked. Arturia and Jeanne pointed their attention to the dark-haired female.

"That is correct. We are here for our interview with Sir Kiritsugu", Jeanne clarified. The desk-tender nodded and took the phone in front of her, raising it up to her ear and dialing a number. After she said a few words, she hung up the phone and looked up at the interviewees.

"Please, follow me", she told them, rather emotionlessly. The two looked at each other as if sensing the other's unease. The dark-eyed female gave off a frosty aura, a dark one. They slowly followed the woman, keeping a safe distance between her. She brought them inside the elevator and clicked the button of the top floor, sixteen. The back of the elevator viewed the entire building through glass.

Arriving at the desired floor, the black-clad woman took them down a long hallway, finally stopping at the last translucent door. She took the gold handle of it and opened it for Jeanne and Arturia, who nodded in thanks. "Your interview will be held in here", she simply stated before closing the door behind them and leaving to go back to the desk on the first floor.

The room was empty at the moment, the owner of the office most likely doing something else at the moment. This did not calm the woman of Britain and the one of France, however. This only added to the tension.

Although the view of the city through the windows that took up entire wall space was absolutely gorgeous, it was not enough to ease their nerves. The entire situation of it all was just odd and made them feel awkward. The two of them were there, in the highest rank detective agency in the world, just getting out of college and being interviewed by the famed Kiritsugu Emiya, a detective more famed than even Sherlock Holmes.

The door abruptly opened behind them and in came a man, black hair accented perfectly by handsome gray eyes. Like the woman from the desk, he gave off a cold kind of aura, a cruel and merciless one. He sat down in the chair behind the large desk, pictures that the interviewees wouldn't even glance at due to fear of messing this meeting up.

Finally making himself comfortable, he started, "Arturia Pendragon, Jeanne d'Arc". "I have heard many great things about you from your school. Please, relax yourselves. I am only going to ask some simple questions to clarify your skills and see if there was anything left out. I received a video of the training of you both. And I must admit, I was quite impressed", the man complimented. The two softly thanked him in unison. "My name is Kiritsugu Emiya by the way. You may call me Kiritsugu."

"It is a pleasure to meet you", Arturia said.

"It is lovely to make your acquaintance."

Kiritsugu continued the interview. Just as the man had said, the questions he asked were simple, easy to answer. They were things such as, "is it true you can really do this" or "how long did it take you to learn that", things of such. And yet, the two still felt some awkwardness during the interview, as if something had their hand rested upon their shoulders the entire time.

Finally, the last question of the interview had arrived. Jeanne and Arturia shook Kiritsugu's hand and said their goodbyes and thanked him for giving them his time, then proceeded on leaving the office. Once outside, Jeanne sighed in relief. "I'm glad that's over. I felt so uncomfortable talking to a man with such a high ranking in society", said the French beauty.

Her friend nodded in agreement. "That interview felt as though it had been three hours long when it has only been about thirty minutes. I was very much uncomfortable in front of him as well. I didn't think it was possible, but I really do think that he was more intimidating than the outside of this building". The two spoke quietly, for they did not want anybody else to hear their conversation.

"Haha yeah, I thought that as well", Jeanne agreed. Arturia smiled.

"So, do you want to go get some lunch and then walk around the-" started the five-foot tall blonde, before she ran into someone exiting one of the many rooms. "Hey, watch it!" exclaimed the young lady, as she fell back.

"Oh my dearest apologies, I am very sorry, milady!" the deep voice of a man said apologetically, a hint of an Irish accent within the sound. Arturia looked up at the one who caused her fall and froze when looking at his handsome face. "Here, let me help you…up", he stated oddly slowly, after he set down the large stack of papers he was holding and continued to gradually offer her his hand in which she accepted politely.

She didn't say anything, just stood there staring at the man in astonishment. She then shook herself out of the small daze. "…Ah yes, that was…it is quite alright. I shouldn't have reacted the way I did", Arturia finally managed to get out. The raven-haired male smiled at her, the first ray of sun she had spotted all day.

"Ah please, it was entirely my fault. You were justified in scolding me as you did. I should have been watching out", he replied. Arturia looked up into his eyes, an amber that she had never seen before, with a mole that only attracted her to him even more as if the mole itself was a curse given to him to help seduce women. "I am Diarmuid Ua Duibhne by the way. I am one of the detectives who work here", Diarmuid introduced. So, he was in fact Irish. Arturia smiled at the sound of his name; it definitely suited him well.

"Arturia Pendragon, it is a pleasure meeting you", she replied, stretching her hand out to shake it. As if she had forgotten her best friend beside her, she turned around towards Jeanne. "And this is my best friend, Jeanne d'Arc."

"It is lovely to meet you, Diarmuid", spoke the French woman happily also shaking his hand.

"It is lovely to meet you as well, Jeanne." Diarmuid shook her hand in return. "So if I may ask, what are you doing in this building? Hopefully, I do not sound rude asking", he added.

"No, you are not being rude", the emerald-eyed woman stated. "And, we were just in an interview with Mr. Kiritsugu Emiya. Our school had told him about us, and he was kind enough to offer us a chance to be interviewed", she finished. Jeanne nodded in agreement.

"Ah well, if you have the skills then you have nothing to be worried about. He barely takes an interview into account. Most of the time, he'll just decide whether or not you are good on past performances at your school. If you possess such amazing abilities, you will most definitely get the job. And I didn't hear of any other interviews, so you two must be the only ones he actually thought might be of use here. Basically, this is kind of like the second interview where the boss determines if he likes you. And speaking that you just made it past phase two of getting a job here, you have a pretty high probability of receiving a position here", the Irishman informed the two, who sighed in relief.

"Oh thank goodness, we were pretty uncomfortable being interviewed by him", Jeanne sighed. Diarmuid chuckled.

"Haha yeah, he is very intimidating sometimes…or most of the time…well make that all the time actually", he stated. "I felt pretty uneasy during my interview with him as well, so you can go home knowing that you are definitely not alone with that." Once the man said this, the women relaxed a bit.

"Haha, that's good. I'm glad that we were not the only ones", the pony-tailed blonde said with relief. "Getting an interview here is a once in a lifetime chance that we definitely wouldn't want to screw up."

"Yeah, I guess this place is pretty well-known. So, are you two new to Fuyuki?"

"We are. Right now, we are renting an apartment", Jeanne answered cheerfully.

"Haha, well then welcome to Fuyuki", he welcomed. Jeanne and Arturia thanked him.

"Well, I should really continue with my work. I do not want to get yelled at by my coworkers. I hope to see you two here in a couple days", Diarmuid said.

"We hope to see you here as well", Arturia responded with a small smile, Jeanne nodding excitedly in agreement.

"Have a good day then and enjoy the city."

"You too", the two replied in unison. And with that, the man was gone. They saw him turn a nearby corner. Suddenly, he stopped and gave a glance at Arturia. He gave her small, quick wink and kept on going with his duties.

Jeanne tried not to giggle with little success. Her friend turned her head towards the French girl, a blush present on her cheeks. "Wh-what exactly are you giggling at?"

"Hehe, was that a bit of chemistry I saw going on between you two, Saber?" she asked humorously, continuing to giggle at the action of the handsome man. This only made Arturia, who Jeanne as well as many of her friends called her Saber, blush even more. Ears turning red, Saber faced in front of her and started to walk towards the elevator.

"It was just an act of teasing, Jeanne. He showed no signs of having interest in me. And anyway, why in the world would he fancy somebody like me? Also, did I give any impression of starting to develop interest in him, because I think not", she retorted. Jeanne started to giggle more.

"Did you truly not notice?" she questioned, as she looked over at Saber, a mischievous stare. Arturia looked over at her friend in confusion and proceeded on asking her friend on what the hell she meant by that. But before she could ask, the answer was already coming out. "You truly did not notice your small stutter and messing up of words? You truly did not notice his slight pause when he offered his hand to you?" The two finally walked inside the elevator. Jeanne pressed the button of the main floor.

"I-I stuttered?" The sound of the elevator descending the floors could be heard.

"You did. And you just did it again, just there." For some odd reason, Arturia couldn't even notice the elevator music playing.

"N-No, I didn't!" What the hell was she feeling? What the hell was she saying?

"Quiet, Saber. We would not want to get into any trouble right now", Jeanne told her. The elevator opened, and Jeanne walked out. Saber soon went after her. They passed the woman at the front desk, who was on the phone at the moment. Once stepping outside, Saber got a chance to speak.

"I don't care what you say. I did not stutter, and I definitely did not have chemistry with him. I mean, I just met him", she stated frustratingly.

"Have you ever heard of 'love at first sight'?"

"Yes…I mean…ugh…that's not what that-"

"Hehe, I'm just messing with you, Artie. But seriously if we get the job, you should try to get to know him some more. He's pretty cute. I wonder if he has a brother for me to date", dreamed Jeanne. Arturia rolled her eyes at her best friend's odd imagination.

"Anyway, I'm pretty hungry", Saber said.

"You're always hungry", her friend added.

"Shut up. Anyway, can we go get something to eat? I'm sure you're hungry too."

"Of course I am, I didn't eat breakfast", Jeanne reminded the British woman beside her.

"We had an interview, and you didn't eat breakfast?"

"Because you ate all of the cinnamon rolls!" yelled the blonde with the braid.

"I was hungry!"

"You're always hungry!" And the argument went on, until they finally decided on some place to eat. Some would say that the two acted like sisters who were never separated. They were so used to each other that they could get into a fight and five minutes later be fighting about something totally different. How they put up with each other for so long was one of the world's greatest mysteries.

The two left for their apartment after eating their lunch, both excited to see if they would be accepted at the Einzbern Detective Agency. On the walk home, Arturia thought about the man called Diarmuid. She had only known him for a couple hours now, and she was already thinking about him. She suddenly sensed an odd feeling in her stomach, a light one lighter than the lightest feather one could find. What was that feeling?

She decided to see if the feeling would pass and just kept on walking. But for a reason unknown, both the feeling and Diarmuid couldn't escape her stomach and her mind. Suddenly, her phone rang, making her jump. She took it out of her phone. "Is this Arturia?" a familiar voice asked. Saber recognized it.

"Diarmuid?" she questioned. She saw Jeanne's head shoot towards her.

"Haha yep, I have something to tell you and Jeanne", he said over the phone.

"And, what is that?" Arturia asked.

"Congratulations!" Jeanne looked at her friend in confusion.

"Wait, we got the job? Already?" she asked as if to clarify.

"Yep, be here tomorrow around eight o'clock or so."

"Alright, thank you, Diarmuid", she said.

"No problem. See you tomorrow!"

"Mm, bye."

"Well what is it? Come on, I'm dying over here!" Jeanne exclaimed.

"We got the job!" The two hugged in excitement, eager to start their work the next day.

A/N: So that is chapter 1 :) I really hoped all of you enjoyed it ;) Tell me what characters I should add for future chapters! :) Well, have a WONDERFUL Day!