Hello~

Thanks for coming back and reading again! Hopefully this chapter will expand upon the Black Faction and the story as much as I want it to. Also, some of you may have guessed who our mysterious Assassin was, but those of you who don't know, I won't spoil it till a little later in this chapter. That being said, rest easy, and let's begin!

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First Contact

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"Saber! Get him!"

Siegfried zoomed forward, his tattered cape billowing behind him in the wind. The target was building up energy and giving off an ominous, looming glow. He was only in the air for about a second, but Siegfried had already deduced that his target was most likely Lancer of Red. The girl in front of him must have also been Ruler.

As he raised his sword for an overhead strike, Lancer blocked Siegfried's strike, sending the swordsman sailing over him with his weapon rearing for another attack. He let the swing loose, sending a deadly, invisible slash of air towards his target. The surprise that Lancer experienced was only temporary as he blocked the incoming strike.

It was negated, but the area around Lancer was damaged, one casualty being an innocent highway sign that used to stand directly behind him.

Siegfried let his lungs exhale as he stared at his target once more. The attack seemed to have no effect except for the fact that the dark energy that was around Lancer seemed to have dissipated.

In the dark of night, the two warriors exchanged no words until Lancer finally spoke.

"You must be Saber of Black…" he deduced calmly.

Lancer of Red's pale skin glimmered brilliantly in the moonlight and his silver hair flowed majestically. The impression he gave off was so majestic and king like that Siegfried was sure that the man was one.

Siegfried removed himself from his thoughts and responded to Lancer with a small nod. Having your head in the clouds could get you killed on the battlefield.

"Then…" continued Lancer. "Your objective must also be Ruler." It wasn't a question, but a statement.

The silence permeated the air around them and started to become impatient, that is until Gordes waddled over to them. He was panting and wiping the sweat from his brow with his sleeve. He approached the Ruler from behind.

"Huff...huff...that was a close one Ruler! We...huff...of the Black Faction have come here to...huff...welcome you."

The Ruler, a beautiful blonde women with thick yet elegant armor, turned her attention away from the fight and towards Gordes.

"I assume you are Saber of Black's Master?" she questioned.

Gordes took the time while she spoke to straighten his tie and straighten himself to his full height.

"That is correct," he answered proudly. "I am Gordes Musik Yggdmillennia and it is a pleasure to meet you." He then turned his attention to Lancer. "Now then Lancer of Red, we have arrived here just in time to clearly witness you attempt to murder Ruler!

Lancer only looked at him calmly as Gordes continued.

"Plotting to kill the arbitrator of the Holy Grail War is a direct violation of the rules and I will not stand for it!"

Lancer kept up his poker face as he answered. "I will not deny it, but now that the Black Faction is here, I will continue with you two." He levelled his lance, ready to engage.

"Silence!" yelled Gordes. "Accept your defeat which will be swiftly delivered by Saber and Ruler!"

"Sorry."

Gordes looked at Ruler and uttered a "huh?", all the while a dumbfounded expression crept up his face.

The woman turned towards him and repeated herself. "I said 'sorry'. I've no reservations about you fighting here, however as the Ruler class, a battle between Servants is not something I should intervene in."

Siegfried, whose sword had been trained on Lancer this entire time, prepared his body for the battle which was fastly approaching its continuation.

"Lancer may have threatened my life, but the battle between he and Saber of Black is entirely none of my business. As Ruler, it is my duty to uphold the rules of this war."

"So you intended to fight me two against one, huh?" asked Lancer with one of his eyes closed. The attention of the conversation was back on him again and the air around him started running cold.

Gordes began to feel a mix of panic and anger, and as a vein bulged from his temple, he shouted his command.

"Saber! Kill him!"

The air became tense and the moon shrank behind the clouds as if it was hiding from the sight of the upcoming battle.

"Well then…" began Lancer. "Let us proceed."

Siegfried tightened his grip around his sword and got into his battle stance. This battle would most likely be long and hard, but the only choice he had was to continue and fight.

"That determined look in your eye…" mused Lancer. "I once knew a man with eyes like yours and he was without doubt an incredible hero. For someone such as you to have that same gaze… this battle must be fate."

The powerful and ominous aura from before had washed over Lancer again as he aimed his sword directly at his opponent.

Siegfried thought that this was starting to become bothersome, the talking that is.

"You may call me Karna, the son of the Sun God. To whom do I have the honor of fighting?"

"The wandering hero of the Netherlands," answered the swordsman. "You may call me Siegfried. Pardon my brashness!"

Siegfried levelled his sword and the two Servants rocketed towards each other in an explosion of pure energy and determination.

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Earlier that day…

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Each step sent a hot wave of pain through his legs and every time he took one his legs would sink into the blackish red abyss beneath him. He heard their screams.

"HELP!"

"Help me…"

"Oh God!"

"HELP US!"

"PLEASE."

"Kill me…"

"HELP!"

"IT HURTS!"

"AGHHHH!"

"LET ME OUT!"

"NO MORE!"

"Why…"

He lumbered forward with his arms outstretched. He was reaching for their voices, but swiping nothing but air. The green glow of the tanks burned his eyes in this empty, dark place. He was surrounded by them.

The floating Homunculi.

It was their voices which rang so loudly in his head and haunted him. Every step he took, they would keep moving farther and farther away until he could see them dissipating into nothing. He moved forward for no reason at this point, but the fear of being left behind made him panic.

I don't want to be alone.

The tears were spilling from his eyes now and darkness overtook him. He felt as if he was underwater, but he did not move slowly and only fell faster and faster.

help...

help...

please someone…

"HELP!"

His eyes shot open and immense light blinded him. Tears had wet his face and his weak arm dragged itself over his face reflexively. Time passed and he drew the hand away from his face. His vision began to clear and he spotted a sleeping figure on a chair next to him. HIs lips parted and raspy sounds escaped from his dry throat.

"Ah...uhh...hel...lo…"

The sleeping person's eyes parted slightly before fully shooting open with a happy smile accompanying them.

"Hey! You're finally awake!"

The Homunculus finally analyzed the person next to them. It was a bubbly girl with pink hair tied into a braid. In her hair were two ribbons and a patch of white hair. She had a cloak wrapped around her and slightly larger canines than normal.

"Are...you the one...who saved...me?"

"Yep! My name's Astolfo and I'm the one who saved you! You remember? You do remember right?!"

The Homunculus smiled before answering. "Yeah...thank you…"

To think he was saved by such a pretty girl…

"Don't worry about it," laughed Astolfo before studying the Homunculus' face. "Hey, did you have a bad dream or something?"

He grimaced at the remembrance of what he experienced earlier.

"More like a nightmare…" he answered.

He can't remember much. The only thing that he remembers is breaking out, walking for a little while and then collapsing. But… there was something else. Something important.

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The man!

"Excuse me!" he exclaimed. "Do you know a man with white hair and dark skin?"

Astolfo's smile widened before she answered. "I sure do! Who do you think this room is for?"

Questioningly, he looked around the room and there he was. The man was leaning up against the wall in all his mysterious glory.

The dark skinned man looked up and walked over to bedridden Homunculus.

"Hey, it looks like you did it," he smiled.

The Homunculus was too shocked to speak and could only stare at the man with his mouth wide open.

"Haha," he chuckled. "Looks like a I gave you a shock. You must be pretty overwhelmed huh? Well, allow me to fill you in…"

The man sat down on the end of the bed.

"My name is Shirou Emiya and this is Astolfo. Now, before I continue, I would like to inform you of something crucial," he began formally.

"Ah, sure. What is it?" asked the Homunculus.

"Astolfo is a boy…"

The pause in the room was deafening.

After what seemed like a full minute, the Homunculus spoke.

"...Huh?"

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The next twenty or so minutes was spent telling the Homunculus the situation he was in. I told him about the War and about how everyone here in Yggdmillennia was looking for him. And of course, I explained his health situation.

"So," I continued. "As it stands now, I'd say that you have at least two to four more years to live."

The Homunculus' eyes closed slightly, as if he were remembering something awful again. "I'm well aware," he sighed.

"Ah, don't be sad. That's still a lot of time to do many things! Once we can get you out of here, while you may be weak, you can travel and see all kinds of stuff!" chirped Astolfo.

"Yes," I piped up. "You should consider what it is that you want to do and we would be more than happy to help." I tried to smile and alleviate some of the dread he was visibly feeling.

However, the Homunculus only closed his eyes and rested his head back onto his pillow. "I don't even know what it is that I want to do…"

I stood up to my full height and stared at the boy.

"That life of yours was saved and it would be kind of disrespectful to the person who saved you if you threw it all away, wouldn't it?"

The boy's eyes shot opened and he stammered to speak. "Ah! I'm not trying to be ungrateful or anything! I'm sorr-"

"That's enough!" I stated. The Homunculus stopped talking and I continued.

"I'm not saying that you should feel bad or anything. I'm saying that you shouldn't waste the life that you've only just been given the chance to live. As long as you do something meaningful, I'm pretty sure whoever saved that life of yours would be glad."

The young Homunculus only stared back into my gray eyes.

"Archer. Assassin and his Master just arrived. We should go introduce ourselves."

I sighed before replying. "On my way."

I turned towards the door and Astolfo retreated into his spirit form. As I reached for the doorknob, I looked back at the bedridden boy one more time before speaking.

"Just outside this door are people who would take you and kill you. While this is my room, I don't use it, but be on guard just in case. I'm not on best of terms with the guy who runs the place."

With that, I left the Homunculus alone in thought.

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"Hello everyone, my name's Hyouma Sagara and this' my Servant, Assassin."

The blonde man was dressed in a white suit with a cigar dangling from his mouth. To be honest he looked like a Yakuza, but he seemed like a decent enough guy from where I was standing.

Finally, all of the Black Faction were in one room, save for Gordes and Saber.

Celenike with Astolfo, Rider.

Caules with Frankenstein, Berserker.

Darnic with Vlad, Lancer.

Roche with Avice Braun, Caster.

Sagara with Assassin.

And finally, Fiore with me, the Archer.

While we had no idea what we were up against in regards to the Red Faction, we were all pretty confident that victory would be ours, especially with Vlad's extreme boost of power in his homeland.

Darnic introduced himself to Sagara first, naturally.

"We are glad that the summoning has seemed to go well and that you are now here with us to fight off the Mage's Association."

"Don't worry about it," said Sagara cooly as he ran his hand through his hair. "With my Servant here, we are all but guaranteed to win."

That pompous attitude of his reminded me of a certain someone. Let's hope he's just as stupid as that person in mind.

"As you know, we couldn't attain as many relics as we had wanted to for a more certain summoning. We had to borrow quite a bit from those foolish Tohsakas and even give them a place to stay for the night. That daughter of his was quite noisy…" explained Darnic.

"Oh, how the mighty have fallen am I right? In any case, it wasn't a problem. As you can see my Servant just exhumes power," replied Sagara.

As I studied the new addition to our faction, I couldn't help but agree. His body was not by any means intimidating, but the way the hooded man carried himself and the stench of death that lingered around him made me me shudder.

Still not as scary as Heracles though.

"Anyway, I think we should take the chance to get to know each other. This is my Servant Vlad III, but he is the 'master' of this land in every sense of the word. Oh, I almost forgot to mention. Saber and his Master are currently pursuing Ruler right now so they are not here, but I'm certain you can meet them when they return."

Sagara nodded and greetings continued.

Astolfo stepped forward with his usual bubbly attitude and began introducing himself. "Hi! I'm Astolfo and this is my Master." Celenike looked a little annoyed by her Servant, but pushed it to the side.

And so each Master and Servant introduced themselves and everything went smoothly. That is until it was Fiore and I's turn.

"Hello, my name is Fiore Forvedge Yggdmillennia and this is my Servant, Archer. It is a pleasure to meet you."

Sagara smiled widely and took her hand in his. "Ah, to think they have so many beautiful ladies here! I do look forward to working with you."

Fiore bowed her head and I spoke up. "Hello. I'm the Archer class Servant, but you can call me Shirou Emiya."

Sagara's eyes widened with surprise and the cigar that was in his mouth fell to the floor. As quick as the surprise had come however, it was gone. He picked up his cigar, wiped it off, and put it back into his mouth, letting a cloud of smoke blow through his nose. Assassin had not moved an inch.

"Is there something wrong?" I asked.

Sagara started chuckling. "Ah no, I just remembered that I forgot get a new lighter this morning. This one's almost outta fluid, you know?"

It was an obvious lie, but there was no telling what he was hiding, so I played along.

"Ha, that sucks. I'm sure you could go into town and find one if you tried."

"Yeah," he coughed. "I might just do that."

All attention was on our odd conversation, but I had no idea what made it so awkward in the first place. Nonetheless, Sagara steered the conversation away from me and back at Darnic.

"So, where would our rooms be? The trip here took a lot outta me and my Servant here, so we would like to rest our heads."

"The Homunculi here would be more than happy to show you to your room, and I guess it would be safe to assume that you won't be revealing your Servant's identity?" replied Darnic.

"Yep," said the blonde man flatly. "You guys will be my enemies after all once the Red Faction is destroyed after all."

Darnic only nodded in response and Sagara followed the Homunculi out of the room. Soon after that, all the Masters and Servants dispersed without out much conversation, save for Astolfo who waved everyone goodbye.

Fiore and I left as well to head back to our rooms. The only thing that we could do was talk and wait for Gordes and Saber to come back with Ruler, if they could accomplish that at all. So far the Red Faction had made no obvious moves, but even without being with the pair, I'm quite sure they will encounter the Red Faction along with Ruler as well.

As I pushed Fiore along in her wheelchair, she asked me a question in my mind.

"Do you trust him?" she asked, referring to Sagara.

"No," I responded immediately. "He's hiding something, but I'm not sure what. The way he reacted when he heard my name was unnatural. I'm not a hero from history, nor one from this timeline, so there is no way he should know me. The only possibility is that he knows the me in this timeline, but the chances of that are slim to none."

Fiore brought a hand up to her chin and appeared to be deep in thought.

"It's best we keep an eye on him. Especially that Assassin. I felt as if the air would freeze around him if he were to speak."

I nodded in agreement and we finally returned to Fiore's room, but as I opened the door she stopped me.

"Wait. It's still pretty early and I'd hate to be cooped up in my room again. Besides that I have something I've been working on. Bring me to my workshop."

"Uh, sure. You mind me asking what it is?" I asked.

"Not at all. I'll show you once we get there. A little bit of a warning though, it's been a while since I've had the chance to clean so the room is most likely hell on earth in there." Fiore said all this with a guilty expression on her face.

"So even my Master gets a little lazy sometimes," I laughed.

"Oh hush," she pouted. "Ah, here it is."

We stopped at a door which looked no different from the rest, but as I wheeled her through the door frame, I marvelled at the sheer amount of paper and odd parts which covered every part of the room.

"My desk is over there. Do you mind?" asked Fiore.

"Of course not," I answered. I maneuvered her through the clutter and stopped as we approached the desk. She thanked me and began to organize herself amongst the mess while I took a second to look at everything once more. There were machinery parts, jewels, and stacks of books on magecraft, engineering, and such things as romance novels.

I guess everyone has their own way to spend their freetime.

"Ok, here we go."

I looked back as Fiore cradled a glove in her hand as if it were something precious.

"This is the Bronze Link Manipulator."

"A mystic code?" I asked, obviously intrigued.

Fiore's face lit up and she answered. "Precisely! It's taken a lot of time to work on this, but I think I've finally ironed out the kinks. With this, I'll be able to move about freely and also be quite combative and defensive at the same time."

This was very good. Fiore wouldn't need to stay back and could even take on the enemy Masters if need be.

"Well," I began. "Let's see it in action."

Fiore nodded her head triumphantly and I couldn't help but stare in awe at the activation of the newfound weapon before me.

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"Whoo boy did you see that hot bod?!"

Assassin watched as his Master, Hyouma Sagara, wiggled his hands through the air, most likely envisioning them sliding over the body of that young girl from earlier.

The Servant couldn't help but sigh.

While his Master had a natural knack for strategy and combat, his libido would probably be the death of them both.

"I'm gonna save her for the end of the war and make her mine. Then I'll have two Servants! Get it? I guess her being in a wheelchair only makes it easier!"

"Focus," boomed Assassin.

Sagara was torn from his lewd thoughts and back into reality. He cleared his throat and straightened his tie, which was followed by an "of course."

Assassin once again sighed. His Master's attempt at professionalism didn't work as well as he would've thought.

"So, what do we know?"

Assassin walked his way over to the window in the room and began the debrief.

"In terms of strategy and power, we are only matched by Darnic himself and maybe some of the others. I am extremely capable of taking them all out earlier on if you so wish. The only extreme issue we face as of right now are the other Servants, of both factions, and Lancer. His power is unmatched in his homeland and he has absolute loyalty from Darnic, but I wouldn't be surprised if he has something up his sleeve. We also have yet to meet Saber and their Master, which will most likely not be a problem if they return soon. The other faction are dangerous too at the moment."

"Because they are an unknown factor?" inquired Sagara.

"Precisely. The castle is well defended by armed guards and the walled city surrounding it. I'll take some time later on to set up defenses against enemy Servants in the city, but I suggest we not take too long. The other faction would have to come through the city or by air. The citizens of the city shouldn't be a problem either as they live in complete fear of those who reside in the castle."

Assassin began checking all of his weapons and explosives. The explosives have never led him wrong in life and should prove valuable in the defense of the city.

"What if enemy Servants are able to enter the city?" asked Sagara.

"They'll set off these explosives here and warn everyone in the castle. I advise that we stay back as much as we can and watch the others battle. Hopefully we can take out the enemy and dwindle the number of our 'teammates' slightly. Afterall, that'll be one less enemy later on."

Sagara nodded his head in agreement. "If our faction loses numbers and the others live, that'll lower our chance of defeating the other side. I think we should jump in at that point and maintain our numbers so that we atleast have a trade off and not a straight up loss."

"Of course," agreed Assassin. "I've taken counter-measures for at least four days in advance. We're safe for now, but we should only think of every possibility and situation we will face."

"I bet that Archer wasn't in your calculations though," smirked Sagara.

"No," grumbled Assassin. "He wasn't."

"Do you know him? He your long lost son or something like that?" asked Sagara.

Assassin lowered his head in thought, but only drew up blanks. "No."

"Well he's somehow related to you! Unless...maybe, he knows your identity already and is only fuckin' with you…"

"Not possible," retorted the Servant. "Everyone in my family is dead as far as I know and I never had a child. Shirou Emiya… Just who are you?"

The question hung in the air, but there was no answer.

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Back to the present…

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Daylight had begun to peak over the horizon and the sky had started turning blue. The sun chased away any darkness that threatened to linger. That being said, the two heroes' fight raged on as if it had just started.

Siegfried let loose an attack of pure, honed power. The earth gave way to his power and the air around him recoiled in fear. The slash was sharper than any that had come before and blue light trailed behind. His target, the Lancer of Red, stabbed his weapon into the ground and the attack sent his way from Saber had turned volatile. The once pure, blue light had crackled and begun moving faster. That being said, as it reached its target, the light expanded and enveloped Lancer in a hot, fiery defeat.

Siegfried was smart enough to know better though.

From within the ball of flame, Lancer erupted and charged at Siegfried with the speed of near light. The earth beneath them was devastated as their weapons met. The momentum of the charge lifted Siegfried off the ground and into the air behind him.

For a split second, he saw a beautiful landscape covered in golden light, but the view was shattered by the figure of Lancer barrelling towards him once more.

Forced to defend once more, Siegfried was flung through the air and catapulted into the earth.

"We were heroes…" he thought.

With his back to a rocky hill, Siegfried's eyes scanned his surroundings, waiting for the inevitable attack. It was a second of silence, but he couldn't hear anymore because his body was currently being bulldozed through the hill.

"We were truth seekers and warriors…"

Siegfried's body was being pelted by sharp stone and hot energy, but his enemy had yet to land a hit on him. As they exited through the broken earth, a large wave of molten flame accompanied them. Lancer was fast and his movements were a blur, but the swordsman could keep up.

He had to.

They were back on open ground and Lancer gave no time for Siegfried breath as he continued his onslaught of attacks.

"Even after being granted a second life, we cannot escape this fate."

Siegfried thrusted his sword forward and spun his body for a wide attack. His speed was incredible, even by Servant standards and even though his attack was blocked, he launched his body forward for a shoulder bash.

As Lancer was thrown backwards, his body twisted and bent unnaturally, but allowed for him to avoid the deadly downward slash which Saber let loose. Lancer's weapon spun between his fingers as if it weighed nothing and he continued his attacks. One thrust of his lance sliced through the flesh on Siegfried's face. The swordsman's upward attack kicked up dirt and power in its wake.

The warrior of the lance was launched through the air, but he could take this chance to breathe.

Likewise, Siegfried filled his lungs with air and propelled himself through the air to catch up to his enemy.

Lancer saw it coming and unleashed a wave of heat and fire. To the swordsman, he couldn't dodge it and he fell victim to the scorching assault. As his body and the fire fell to the earth, an explosion rang out which could pop the eardrums of any human within one hundred yards.

Gordes and Ruler could only watch the beautiful spectacle unfold.

Siegfried pushed himself off the ground as Lancer adversely touched back down to the ground. The swordsmen was bathed in blue light and he wiped away the blood which escaped from his wound from earlier.

"That lance of yours pierced through my armor…" said Siegfried.

As his finger wiped away any trace of blood, the evidence of his injury earlier was also gone without a trace.

"That technique… that legend… that hardship…" he smiled.

"I pay you my respects."

Lancer only let a "hmph" escape his straight lips. His face remained indifferent.

The sun had finally shown fully over the horizon and the battlefield rested for now.

Gordes turned to Ruler. "So you won't help at all?! Lancer is your enemy too!"

The woman only closed her eyes with the same type of indifference as the son of the Sun God. "It is as I stated earlier," she sighed. "I simply cannot interfere in a battle between Servants."

Gordes only growled in frustration before raising his eyes to the sky in a vain attempt to spot any sign of the enemy Master. "Show yourself to me you Mage's Association DOG! You're watching all of this aren't you?!"

He repeated the question, but only received his answer in the form of his distant echo.

He continued to growl and throw a tantrum as the battle continued.

Siegfried launched himself at Lancer, but Lancer only defended and looked off into the distance. After letting out a sigh, he turned back to his enemy and spoke.

"At this rate, we'll be battling till noon. While I'm alright with that, it seems that your Master is quite fed up with all of this."

Siegfried looked at his Master, then back at his enemy before lowering his weapon and breaking his stance. "My only wish is that we may fight to our hearts content in our next encounter."

Lancer nodded his head in agreement and expressed his thanks for having such a worthy opponent as his first. Then, just like that, he was gone, retreating into his spirit form. Ruler tried to stop him, but Lancer was already gone.

The woman sighed, but walked forward with a smile. "Amazing. That was a wonderful clash of warriors Saber of Black. It was my honor to watch such a battle."

Siegfried nodded and his Master stepped forward.

"Finally, now that that damned Lancer is gone, we can talk. Please, Ruler, come with us to Millennia Citadel."

"Negative," said Ruler, who was starting to grow agitated. "I am to remain impartial in the war."

"But," argued Gordes. "Our Lord's castle would be a prime place to survey and maintain the integrity of the war!"

"Thank you," she started. "However, my skills allow me to observe all of Trifas, so you need not worry."

Anger crept its way up Gordes face, but he was able to somehow choke it down and reply.

"If you insist. Saber! Let's go."

The Master stormed off towards the car which had just arrived at the scene and the Servant retreated into his spirit form.

Ruler watched the pair leave and started biting her lip, deep in thought.

"This Great Holy Grail War is different somehow. I just can't figure out why… In any event, it must wait until I arrive in Trifas."

She walked forwards, back towards the main road. Ruler was yanked from thought as she observed the remains of her suitcase, scattered amongst the road. She had forgotten about it until just now.

It was morning, she hadn't slept in a while, her clothes were absolutely in tatters and dirty, and she had no mode of transportation.

"Darn…" she sighed.

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First Contact

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Updates will be once a month, unless I feel like otherwise from now on. I hate to make you guys wait. Also, you might notice that some events are out of order, but it should all come together fine. Other than that, I started an In st ag ra m (wrote it like this so it won't get censored.) My username is unlimited(period)seiba(period)works. I'll post Fate memes and stuff like that, but it will also be an easier way to reach me if you need to. I accept fanart if you guys really want to make some too.

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