Hey all! Just got extremely bored, then my friends and I started discussing about Fate/Stay Night. Then a friend of mine, an avid fanfic reader, found some rather interesting ones. We really liked the concepts, so now we're doin' our own version... With different characters.

… There has been a war in the shadows of the Magic World. Every ten years, it starts once again. However, fate has set a different story for this battle. Servants shall be conjured from the realms of possibility. All servants have unquestionable skill, but are rather unknown by their masters.

Will you be able to identify them?

Servants Summoned

The Grail Wars. An event where seven masters and seven servants(usually) fight to the last one standing, all for the Holy Grail. The Grail is said to grant wishes. From the throne of heroes, the servants are selected. Angra Mainyu, the former Avenger of the Third Grail War, was looking at the current servants. All too typical. Alexander the Great, Gilgamesh, Diarmuid. Not bad, but predictable. Caster, a creep. Berserker, the usual mindless annoyance. Angra thought, and thought.

Then he had a brilliant idea. He wanted revenge against Saber class. He thought for a moment, then instantly went to change the servants.

Perfect timing, as Kirei was attempting to summon his servant. Angra didn't bother to think. Nor did the Grail itself even care. The fun was about to start.

A Typical Abandoned Warehouse (Fuyuki City)...

Before an astonishing sight, stood a corrupted man. Kotomine Kirei, a man who lived his life entirely for the church, never questioning his orders. Whatever he was told, he did. But now, that wasn't enough for him. Kirei was a twisted man, but he wanted to regain a normal sense of self. He believed that serving God and the Church vehemently would bring him salvation. It never came.

Kirei's final hope was marriage, to have a happy family and die of old age with a good life lived. When he did find a woman, she was one with no future. Terminally ill, she had only a few years to live. Still, he tried to love her, and she truly loved him, even bore his children. Two years was the only time they had together. The time wasn't enough to change him. He derived pleasure from the suffering of his wife and the angst of his daughter.

To put it short, the man was primed to become an antagonist sometime in his life.

This antagonist prototype didn't have a want for the Holy Grail. He didn't care about it in the least. But he had been ordered by Tohsaka and the Church to participate in the Grail War, so naturally he would participate. In three years, he had trained himself as a Magus preparing for the war. He had even decided on his servant, Hassan-i Sabbah, the leader of the Hashshashin. For a catalyst, he used fragments of Hassan-i's mask.

Unfortunately, Fate, in combination with... outside factors, had other ideas.

As the smoke cleared, Kirei got one helluva surprise.
It was quite evident he had failed to summon the assassin he had been expected. Instead of the old Arab he wanted, a small girl with long silvery white hair and gold eyes appeared. She wore a school uniform containing a long black skirt down to her knees, and a rather preppy white button-up shirt with black cuffs and collar. Underneath was another white shirt. A bead with a string was tied in place of a tie. She also sported white knee-high socks, brown loafers and a pale blue barrette on the back of her hair.

She glanced around, and then directly at Kirei and knelt. After a silence, she spoke softly, "Tell me. Are you my master?"

Kirei eyed the girl oddly before responding, "I suppose I am."

The girl rose up and said in a stoic voice, "If that's the case, it's nice to meet you. I have been designated as Assassin for this war."

1 Week Later, Tohsaka Manor

Tohsaka Tokiomi just had to raise his eyebrow. After hearing what type of servant Kirei had summoned, he couldn't help but wonder if the priest had made in error in his summoning. However, he didn't worry too much. The Assassin summoned, while she wasn't what they wanted, still had a skill set that would allow their plans to go as... planned. Tohsaka figured it would be fine as long as he could summon the servant he wanted, Gilgamesh, the great "King of Heroes."

Unfortunately, the Grail didn't feel like cooperating. Once again, a surprising Servant would be conjured.

Instead of the the great Gilgamesh, he summoned a strange-looking teenager.
Said teenager had white hair and a slender build. He wore a black trench coat with a white mantle, a pair of combat boots, and a fur-lined hood that made him look almost like a priest or a monk. White gloves completed his odd uniform.

He took a look around before looking at Tokiomi with his purple eyes and smirking, "I see you're loaded." The teen said before bowing slightly, "So are you my master?"

Tokiomi gave the teen a bit of an annoyed look before responding, "That would be me. And yes, I have a bit of wealth."

"There's the contract. I'm the Archer class. Well then, as your servant, it's partly mine too, right?" The teen asked with a smug smirk, causing Tokiomi to facepalm.

Before Tokiomi could speak, Archer was going on again, "You're place if kinda lame. You decorate it yourself?"

Tokiomi could only sigh, this war was going to be a VERY long one.

A Fancy Hotel Room...

Kayneth Archibald did not hide his displeasure. In fact, he let it out on full display in the form of a frown, complete with teeth grinding. His forced fiance, Sola-Ui, held her hand over her mouth in surprise. The couple had attempted to call forth Diarmuid Ua Dauibhne, Diarmuid of the Love spot. After having his original catalyst stolen, Kayneth attempted to use remnants of the mystical swords Beagalltach and Moralltach to summon Diarmuid. He had followed every single step to the tee, and yet, the summoning was a failure. A complete one in his eyes.

Instead of the storied spearman, an attractive and slender teen boy appeared. He seemed to be around seventeen or so. He sported a choker with a silver cross. He wore a full, tight black uniform, complete with tight black pants that had two blue stripes on each leg, black shirt with a grey mantle, and black shoes.

He looked to the pair without emotion. Then he spoke, "Hmph, seems I'm not who you expected." He said it in an uncaring tone. That irritated Kayneth all the more. The teen just stared at the scowling man without flinching. After around ten seconds of an off-kilter stare-down, the boy let out an even less caring yawn.

"You arrogant brat!" Kayneth shouted, "Where is Diarmuid?! Answer me, you worthless shit!"

The teen continued to stare at Kayneth with boredom. So irritating. So irritating.

Kayneth started to make a motion at the teen, but was stopped by Sola, "Kayneth, stop!"

He still raged, "I did not join the Grail War to be stuck with a weakling brat!"

"Kayneth! He's still a heroic spirit! He must have done something in life that required great skill!" She argued.

After some arguing, Kayneth settled down. After some time, he spoke, "You may introduce yourself to me now, brat."

The Servant raised an eyebrow before answering, "Well then. My designation for this war is Lancer. But I will tell you right now, I do not use a lance or spear."

Kayneth gritted his teeth. This boy, this servant, had the gall to speak to him so casually! He obviously didn't know his place.

Nonetheless, Kayneth spoke again, "Fine." He hissed, "My name is Kayneth Archibald, I am your master. And this is my fiance', Sola-Ui. She will be providing you with any additional mana you will require."

Sola seemed captivated by this Servant. He was quite attractive, no doubt. But he had an air of mystery around him. She was curious.

Kayneth sneered and walked away, seething with anger and irritation.

Sola looked to the teen, "I'm sorry about this. But please, give us your best effort in this war?" She asked with an apologizing look in her eyes.

The boy stood there briefly, before nodding, "Understood. Of course, I never planned on going ease on anyone in this."

Sola smiled, this boy had confidence, and she was interested to see where he got so much of it.

Matou Manor

Kariya Matou let out a terrible cough, laced with confusion. The insects within his body moved around awkwardly. After receiving a piece of rusted armor as his catalyst from his father, a disgusting and aged vampire who went by the name of Zouken Matou, he was instructed to add additional lines to his mantra. This war was the only shot he would have to save Sakura from this dysfunctional and corrupt Magus family. He saw Sakura, her purity and innocence stolen away, her body molested by the insect-like familiars of the Matou family, he was determined to stop any more torment heading to her. It was simple enough, he only had to win the stupid Grail.

Kariya knew his life would end shortly after the war's conclusion, but he didn't care. All he cared about was saving an innocent girl from a horrid existence.

As his servant appeared, Kariya was taken aback by the 'thing' that stood before him. Instead of a knight, a strange man stood before him. The man had very pale skin. His eyes were light blue, but had a creepy grey tinting around them. He wore three layers of clothes; a button-up white shirt kept partially buttoned, a plain gray hoodie, and a black leather jacket with a red tribal design on the back. The man seemed to have brown hair. On his lower body were bluejeans and black shoes. A terrible energy resonated through his body.

He looked to Kariya, and asked in a dark, foreboding voice, "Tell me, human. Are you my master?"

Kariya observed the man before responding, "Yes, I am your master. Who... or what are you?"

The man released a creepy chuckle, "I've been called many things. A killer. A monster. A terrorist. I am all of these. But for now, I am Berserker of the Holy Grail War."

Zouken then snickered, "A very interesting servant, my failure of a son. Whatever, as long as you win the Grail."

Kariya glared at the old vampire, he already knew what he had to do.

The vampire looked between the master and servant before returning to Kariya, "I'm not sure what would happen to the girl if you don't win."

Zouken let out one final sneer before walking out.

After Zouken left, Berserker spoke, "What a disgusting existence that old man is."

Kariya raised an eyebrow, perhaps this servant wouldn't be too bad after all.

Woods

Waver Velvet was knocked away as smoke and fog slowly dissipated from the summoning site. When he found out about the Holy Grail War right after he had taken the catalyst for summoning Alexander the Great from his asshole of a teacher, Kayneth Archibald. Waver really wanted to get revenge against the man who had embarrassed and accosted him in front of his entire class. His entire life, he was mocked and looked down upon for being a third generation Magus.

Waver worked hard, and created and consistently re-looked a thesis on why bloodlines don't matter as long as one understands the spell. The thesis would have helped many families of lower bloodlines become higher generation. It was accurate, beyond a shadow of a doubt. But his self-important teacher mocked and discredited the thesis. Enough of taking everyone's crap!

Waver entered the war so he could become accepted, not looked down upon by the masses hypnotized into believing in only bloodline hierarchy.

So he studied and moved to Fuyuki City. He honestly preferred the Western world and culture. Though, the Japanese did have some interesting cultural ticks.

He shook off the headache and glanced at his hand to see a command seal.

Waver had a massive grin, but it turned more into an expression of surprise when his servant stepped out of the smoke. It was a very small, slender girl. She appeared around nine or ten. She wore a mint-green hoodie and red draw strings. The rest of her outfit was a brown skirt, blue,white, and red socks with black boots. Her raven-black hair left two bangs down, one on each side of her head, and something that looked like candy was holding the rest of her hair in a ponytail at the top of her head.

She stepped toward Waver with a confident, sneer-like smile. When she got closer, Waver realized her head was barely up to his chin.

The girl then spoke, "Hey, pretty boy. Are you my master or what?" She asked with a smile.

"Y-yes!" Waver shouted, then regretting how he sounded afraid of his small child servant.

The girl looked amused, "You scared of me or somethin'?"

"Wh-what?" Waver just stared at this girl. She was supposed to be a Servant? She looked way too young! What could she of possibly done to reach the throne of heroes? Waver let his mind wander, this girl HAD to of done something admirable in her life to become a servant. ... Right?

She then began laughing, "Hehehe, I was only kidding! Geez, master. Relax a little!"

The girl laughed for about five minutes, before wiping her eyes and locking eyes with Waver, "Oh right. I need to introduce myself to you, master. For this Grail War, or whatever you call it, I'm Rider class." She pointed directly at Waver, "Listen up! We're going to win this! Why? Cuz I'm a winner! You want the Grail, I want the Grail. You're lucky, you got an amazing Servant like me!" The girl then pointed to herself.

Waver could only stare at this girl who was radiating confidence.

She then grabbed Waver's wrist and began dragging him along, "Master, I'm kinda bored, take me to the arcade!" She commanded.

The girl was surprisingly strong, pulling Waver with little effort.

After a few seconds of being pulled, Waver shouted, "Wait! I'm the master! Hey! Are you ever listening?! RIDER!?"

Well then! Here we go! Just a little warning, the story will only be semi-cannon. But don't worry! The important parts of the storyline will remain cannon! Oh, and please don't say I'm a copycat, I am fairly certain these servants are unique! It's just kind of difficult to change the summons too much!

Anyway, I promise I'll be updating this one alot! My friends and I are collaborating on this one, each of us working together to select the servants you had the honor of observing!

So anyway, impress me! How many of the first five servants can you identify?!