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Fate / AU CMO post

Ok so I am trash and want to do fate AUs. Here's what I've got to offer:

Servants:

Rin: Berserker, Saber, Rider, or Caster (last one is for laughs and fire)
Luca: Caster, Assassin
Shiro: Literally any class, fite me
Watanuki: Caster
Others: I can probably come up with something, just let me know if you want someone else. Just look at my muselist if you want someone else.

Literally all of mine work for Masters too, but Watanuki or Shiro would be particularly good choices for fighting/power, and Rin, Satoshi, or Luca would be good choices for heartbreak.

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[The winner of the Holy Grail War can make a wish that will be granted by the Grail.

Yukio, of course, has a wish. Just one, just one thing he wishes were different, one moment he wants undone, one mistake that he would kill the world to fix.

But he's weak, he's always been weak, and seeking power--- no, no that's not something he'll ever be able to change about himself, he's always going to be weak and of course the servant he summons is weak as well, because Casters always are. At least she's ambitious, as intelligent as he is and better at forming alliances, which they both sorely need.

Right now, they're out on an investigative mission, tracking down the Berserker and his master, because he's already killed off Saber and gotten into a fight with Rider (who hasn't shared any information with Yukio or Caster).]

Okumura. [Caster says, pulling him out of his thoughts. She'd made it very clear very early that she wasn't going to call him Master, and while he doesn't know her true name (yet) she'd told him a bit about her life, and he's not going to force the issue.] They've tripped the proximity alarms.

[He stands, and looks out the window of the hotel room, hiding himself behind the curtains in a way that lets him see out but won't let their opponents see him from the ground without looking for him.

This won't be a fight, just recon.]

Come on, it's just ice cream. It's not gonna kill you.

[There's Rin, better known nowadays as Berserker, standing outside of the small ice cream parlor with his master. She's absolutely adorable when she's not being an insufferable know-it-all, and watching her drool over sweets is cute up until she abruptly says she can't have any. Something about 'keeping her figure' or whatever. Weird girl stuff. Rin never bothered to pay attention to it before, and he sure as hell isn't now.

Not when he's too busy trying to forget the horrible things he did two days ago.

Saber and her master were dead, and several buildings had been damaged. If it weren't for the fact that the fight had happened late at night, then there might have been more casualties. And then the fight with Rider...It was too much. It still IS too much.

As long as his sword stays in its sheathe, Rin is fine. He's the same goofy teenager he's always been. But the moment he has to fight, the moment he has to draw that sword and fight...that's when he loses it. And he hates it. He hates it so, so much.

But Izumo's wish is an important one, which is why he will fight. She's not some stuck-up mage like most of the losers in this game, she actually cares and has a goal besides power for herself. So even though he hates fighting, he will help her win. He will help her free her family.

That is for future fights, though. Right now it is daytime, and there is ice cream to be had. So he tugs on one of Izumo's pigtails as he keeps goading her.]

Come on, you know you want some. I bet strawberry is your flavor.

"Stop pulling on my hair, you stupid servant!"

Aaah, so grumpy~

[And then he laughs good-naturedly as Izumo scowls at him.

He is entirely unaware of the fact that they are being spied on.]

It isn't...

[That's what Yukio tells himself as he stares out the window and knows exactly who he sees. He knows that face, those gestures, that bright smile. Knows them better than his own features. He knows exactly what Rin's laugh would sound like as he teases the girl he's with.

Yukio can't breathe, the wind knocked out of him by the impossibility of what he's seeing.

Rin looks exactly like Yukio remembers him, and Rin looks so young, and Yukio hadn't realized that four years would make such a difference. But he's older than his big brother now, older than Rin would ever have been, Yukio is twenty and in medical school (because you're so smart, you're going to be a great doctor) and Rin is right there locked at just-turned-sixteen as if he's been pulled straight out of the past. Straight out of a snowy day and the gun in Yukio's hands and the shock on Rin's face and the smell of gunpowder and blood and--]

-mura! Hey, four eyes! [He's away from the window now, with Caster's hands on his shoulders as she shakes him to get his attention. He wishes it worked.]

What the hell just happened?

[He pulls loose, doesn't answer her because what could he possibly say? Nothing, nothing that makes any sense. Except...]

We need to talk to them. [He says, leaving the room and walking straight for the street and the ice cream parlor and a decision that has no thought behind it, just confusion.

Caster is left dumbfounded in the room for a moment, before rushing out after him.]

[Rin's teasing would have gone on, except Izumo stops him suddenly. While Rin might be oblivious to their surroundings, Izumo isn't, and she definitely picks up on Yukio and Caster being in the general vicinity. Which means danger, even in broad daylight.

So while Yukio walks towards them, Izumo is grabbing Rin's arm and dragging him away, trying to disappear into the crowd. Rin's big mouth might be enough to follow, though.]

Eh? Izumo, what's wrong.

"Quiet! They're coming."

Who?

"Just stay quiet and stay close!"

[For now, it's possible to pursue and meet up. But it might be a good idea to meet in a secluded place, Rin isn't going to react so well when he sees Yukio.]

[Being a part of the grail war was something that Ichigo never wanted to be part of - he was aware of it, of course, what with Magi going on about it like it was the best thing since sliced bread or cooked rice. 'The winner of the war gets a wish that will be granted by the Grail' - how many times had he heard that from the magus that had kidnapped him when he was just 13, in his cell, watching as they poured over documents in between experiments on him?

Far too many times to count. Enough that he had gotten bored of it, only feeling a faint sense of relief when he realized it meant that he had a small rest from being poked and prodded at.

But now, in this city (far away from the one he wanted to be in, his hometown - where none of his family lived anymore), he can't stop himself from being wrapped up in more magic bullshit, having come across a fight between servants and run from the resulting fallout - just like he had been, ever since he escaped his captor a year ago.]

Shit, Shit -

[He'd been pushed into a corner, about to die, and out of sheer desperation - he reached towards the something infusing this entire situation, the thing that practically pulses with energy in the city around them, using his inexhaustible source of mana ('It's like you were born with a Magic Core instead of Magic Circuits,' the magus had told him once) to reach out a hand towards someone, anyone -

Please, help me. I can't...I can't do this alone.

The Grail made the connection, allowed the summoning. But the catalyst may have been that one desperate plea, quiet and desperate, from someone who'd been forced to be alone for far too long - seeking a kindred spirit.]

Hey, hey! [He voice is sharp and she grabs at him and he twists away and keeps walking (not running, don't run, don't draw attention).]

What the hell's wrong with you, kid?

[Yukio doesn't have an answer. There's so much wrong with him.]

This isn't the plan. [Caster hisses, as if she expects logic to work right now.]

To hell with the plan. [He shoots back, following Rin (but Rin is--- but how?) through the crowd. He has to get them out of the crowd, has to get Rin alone to talk to him, to try and explain, to... apologize, beg for forgiveness, just let Rin take whatever kind of revenge he wants because Yukio can't take another moment of this, can't fight another war against his brother, can't watch him die again.]

[That 'something' Ichigo had managed to grab for, that took on Ichigo's wish and transformed it into the connection needed to summon a Heroic Spirit? A single dandelion growing out of the cracks in the sidewalk. A testament to Earth's ability to survive despite all odds.

It's fitting that the young man summoned has hair the color of that same dandelion, a yellow-gold that has just started to fade into brown. And, just like that weed, this man didn't look that impressive at a glance. In fact, he probably wouldn't be out of place at a high school. Tall, scrawny, and a bit on the messy side, this guy didn't really look much like the heroic spirits that usually got summoned.

He quickly shows that he belongs, though, by raising a hand and calling up a wall of vines, with himself and Ichigo on one side while the pursuers are on the other. He does this with ease too, without uttering a single word. A testament to the raw power contained within his unimpressive body.

It's only once that particular problem is taken care of that he finally turns his attention to Ichigo.]

I guess you're my master then?

[This doofy, carefree smile is probably out of place, given the danger of this particular moment. But it's there anyway.]

"Just keep moving. And don't complain about the ice cream! We can get some later. ...hey, are you listening?!"

[Rin is definitely not listening, because he's just heard a very familiar voice, and he's looking behind himself in surprise. He would know that voice anywhere, but it can't possibly be. Out of all the people to randomly come across in this city, so far away from where Rin had lived and died, is too much of a coincidence. It can't be, it has to be Rin hearing something.

But it's not. It takes Rin a second to realize it, because four years has changed Yukio enough to make him recognizable but different at the same time. That train of thought is plainly visible on Rin's face, too. The initial confusion, followed by shock, and then ultimately realization.

It's him. It's Yukio.

It's his brother.]

Yukio...?

[The word is almost whispered, an oddity for Rin, who is normally a loudmouth. He looks like he's seen a ghost, which is ironic considering that the opposite is probably true at this point.

Izumo is there and trying to drag him along, not having seen Yukio in that particular moment. But Rin sees him, and he's frozen in place, unable to do anything. There's so much he wants to say, so much he wants to do, but he can't even move at this point.

'He's bigger than me,' Rin realizes suddenly, and he's abruptly aware of just how much time has passed since his death.]

[Honestly, he hadn't expected anyone to come and save him - he'd been sure that this would be his end, but he'd still tried out of sheer panic, and was amazed when the summoning circle flared to life under him, even though he hadn't drawn one - his innate magical energy was enough to draw one on it's own, with that dandelion as the catalyst.

So when his new servant appears - and flings up vines without even a word, something he knew that should be impossible - he stares without a word, eyes wide until his new - servant? - speaks.

His mouth feels so very dry, and as he goes to speak, he coughs first before managing to get the words out.]

I-I guess...so.

[This has to be too good to be true, but he can faintly feel his pursuer - Lancer - back off and leave, apparently having been summoned to their master's side.]

I, uh - Who...What-

[A sharp sting on his chest suddenly draws his attention, and he pulls the neck of his shirt down to see his new command seals - a bright red, with lines traveling up on his shoulders, a fancy ring around a solid circle.

Ah. He'd heard that magus talk about this too - he really was in this war now, wasn't he?

Swallowing, he looks up at his servant, shakily getting to his feet. It's clear he hasn't had a decent sleep or meal in months, eyes rimmed with black circles.]

Your - your class is...probably, shit, what was it - Caster, right? Or something like that?

[It can't be.

That's the thought that sinks in, slices through the shock and starts him breathing again. The raw confused desperation and shock that had been visible on his face vanishes, shoved down under the surge of anger that Yukio feels at falling for such an obvious trick.

It can't be his brother.]

Who are you really? [He asks, not taking his eyes off the person who can't possibly be Rin, even as "Yamada" comes up beside him, fully disguised.]

I know you're not... [not his brother.]

What do you have to gain from looking like this?

[At those harsh accusations, Rin's hand immediately jumps up to cover the lower part of his throat. It looks like a habit more than a conscious movement, and both of the girls will not be able to pick up on the significance of it. Yukio should be able to, though. Though there is no scar there now, that's right where one of Yukio's bullets ended up.

For one moment, Rin looks absolutely hurt. His own brother, not believing it's him. He can feel his chest start to ache, the loneliness settling in once more. First he fights with him, then he kills him, and now he's going to deny him?

Rin smiles suddenly, but it's a sad smile. One that's meant to cover up the pain he's feeling, but it just makes that pain all the more visible. When he starts to speak, his voice nearly cracks from the effort of trying to keep the conversation light.]

You're taller than me now.

[Yukio was always taller, but the different is more noticeable now. Rin still looks like a teenage boy, whereas Yukio has clearly grown into a young man. a height difference of a couple centimeters has grown into ten, maybe even more.]

Did you- did you become a doctor?

[One. Head. Two. Throat. Three. Center of the chest. A straight line. Just like target practice.

No.]

I asked you a question! [Yukio snaps, and he can't stay angry enough when he's so hurt. But he's still angry, voice too loud and all traces of "just a recon" gone and forgotten.

It's not Rin. Can't be.]

Stop pretending you're--

You can't be! I'm not falling for this! [Caster has him by the arm, a tight grip on his right wrist like she'll pull him away from this confrontation by force if she has to.]

Just drop the act!

[The teen chuckles lightly at that.]

I guess it looks like I should be a Caster, huh? But no, I'm a Ruler. And trust me, I know I don't look like much of one.

[He really doesn't look like a Ruler at all. They're always saintly and super-important-looking. This guy looks like a normal teenager. Well, as normal as someone making a wall out of vines can look.]

Ah, but if you know about the classes, then you probably know enough about the Grail War that I don't need to explain it to you, right? That's always the most tedious part. Besides-

[He points back to the vines, which are in the process of being hacked at by the Lancer on the other side.]

We should probably be running anyway. That guy is pretty strong, and you look like you're about to pass out from exhaustion.

C'mon, don't give me that. Berserkers can't hide their identity.

[If Rin were a Caster, or an Assassin, then maybe he could. But Rin would never be summoned as an Assassin, and Caster was a terrible idea. Rin really is made to be a Saber. Or a Berserker, technically, since he is one right now. Despite how tasteless and terrible as that is.

Yukio should know why Rin hates his class, too. Since it was always a huge point of contention between them when Rin was alive.

Izumo is there now, and she's tugging on Rin's arm and insisting that they leave. She'll even address Yukio directly in that moment:}

"This is not a good place for a fight. Too many innocents. So we will withdrawal for now."

[Rin looks back to Izumo, panic beginning to set in. He tries to stay put, unwilling to just leave things as they are now.]

Wait, I can't, I need to-

[And Izumo is tugging even harder now, forcing Rin to move. In response, Rin looks up to Yukio, a pained look present on his face. Even if Yukio is yelling at him, he doesn't want them to part like this.]

Wait, Yukio! I- I know you had your reasons! Don't beat yourself up over it, alright?

[Berserkers can't-- But Rin shouldn't even be here. Why is Rin here?

This is not a good place for a fight. Of course it isn't. But this isn't a fight this is just all happening too quickly for Yukio to handle.

The logic of the situation is filtering through, but it's just background to the rush of pain, regrets and failures and the worst mistake he could ever have possibly made and Yukio doesn't know what to do. He opens his mouth to say something, takes a step forward to try and reach out for his brother when suddenly Rin is saying don't beat yourself up about it as if Yukio hasn't been struggling with what he did every day for years now. Of course Rin would say something like that, look into the eyes of the brother who murdered him and say I know you had your reasons.

He has to kill Berserker to win this war, to bring his brother back. He has to kill Rin, again.]

Wait! [He calls, taking a step towards the retreating master and servant. He's going to lose Rin, again.]

[They've only just met again, but already they are being dragged apart. Rin knows he needs to leave with Izumo, this situation is a dangerous one. If he's forced into another fight here, then there will be many more deaths than his previous fight had. No, they need to escape and hide out for a while.

But he can't leave, he just can't. Not with Yukio calling out to him like that. One word is enough to bring him back to days when they were children, and Yukio was running after him trying to keep up.

Would Yukio run after him again?]

Yukio!

[One of his arms is still being held by Izumo, but he reaches out with the other, trying to desperately grab onto Yukio's extended arm. He doesn't want to say goodbye again, not when they haven't even really talked yet. Forget the Grail War for the time being, he just wants to see his brother again.]

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[He reaches out, grabs and-- and wraps his hand around Rin's wrist.]

Nii-san? [It's not possible. It isn't. But... but it has to be. It has to be his brother, somehow this girl summoned his brother for this war, this war that Yukio has to be in.

At some point, Caster let go of him and is watching everything with a confused sort of shock (she knows his wish, he's told her enough that she put the pieces together).]

I don't understand. [And he should ask the girl (Rin's master), but he can't take his eyes off his brother. He's smart, he's always been smart, but he can't put anything together right now, he's shocked into uncomprehending confusion.] Why you?

['Why you?'

Rin doesn't know the answer to that question. He's not some big historical figure like King Arthur or Gilgamesh or whatever. He's just a kid with a shitty blood-family that died way too young. He never felt particularly heroic, and yet here he is.

{It's Kyoto. It's how he saved everyone there with his cleansing fire. Hundreds, if not thousands, saw what he did. That's why he's a heroic spirit, even if he doesn't realize it.)

As soon as Yukio grabs onto him, Rin twists his arm so he can grab onto Yukio's wrist as well. His brother is involved in this. Even if he doesn't have to kill his brother to win, they're still going to fight each other. They're still going to have a reprise of that night four years ago, where Yukio finally shot Rin with real bullets and found out that fast healing can only do so much.

His face is wet and he knows he's close to ugly-crying, but he doesn't care. Because this is unfair. He doesn't want to fight Yukio. He doesn't want his chance at making things better with his brother to be a war where they're not on the same side.

He wants to go home.]

Because life isn't fair, I guess. It's never been fair to us.

[It's been an odd week. Byakuran didn't exactly spend his life training for this war, to the resentment of his colleagues. Sure, he's the heir to a magical family, and sure, he's got a lot of talent, but he wasn't the intended master, wasn't supposed to have to fight. His father was. Byakuran was just the diviner, his guide to the past and hopefully their future wish.

Of course that all went out the window when his family was wiped out. Not that he lets it bother him, really. He's no longer held down by their wish, by their desires. He can make his own way. He spent a few years getting ready, and one week ago, shortly after his 16th birthday, entered the holy grail war by summoning his servant.

Said servant is... not what he expected. At all. Shiro is stubborn beyond belief. He's not going to waste command seals on pushing him around, but there's still something wrong with this relationship. He asked for a servant, not... a surrogate father.]

[What, Byakuran didn't expect to get aggressively dad-ed by his servant? Clearly he didn't know Shiro's past that well. Or he didn't know the years that mattered, at least.

Most people who study history for the sake of summoning powerful Heroic Spirits know about Shiro's early years. From age 14 to 34, the story goes largely as one might expect. Parents killed suddenly in an unexpected war, he enlisted young and started training as soon as he could. By 18 he was already a soldier. By 21, he was in a leadership position. One that he held through many battles, ultimately helping his country win the war and protect its people from annihilation.

And then at 34, just two years after the war ended, he disappeared from history. As far as the world cared, Shiro 'lived a quiet life and died in obscurity.' But for Shiro, the years from 34 to 50 are what made him who he is.

'Father' is just one of the words that describes him, but given that Byakuran is in desperate need of an adult who respects and cares about him, it's the one he's using the most right now.]

Oi, be sure to include some vegetables in that.

[Technically he doesn't need to eat, but Byakuran does, so this is for his sake. Eat your veggies, Byakuran.]

Yeah, I will, dad.

[It's not his preference, but he knows his dietary needs. At least in theory. He's a growing boy, so he needs veggies. Doesn't mean he likes them, or that, on his own initiative, he wouldn't live off desserts.

But he needs to stay healthy for the war, so the leeks and cabbage and mushrooms go into the food. Great.]

Honestly, you worry too much.

...Master?

[Lancer has entered Shiro's office, after completing his earlier order and trying to help him out with whatever he needed. He wanted to be a good, helpful servant, and that's what he was doing here today.

So he looks at his master, moving down to one knee.]

I have completed surveillance for you. There is currently nothing for you to worry about, Master.

[It's never been fair. Nothing's fair. None of this is fair, none of this makes sense, none of this should ever have happened but this is where they are, this is how everything worked out, and nothing can change this except a wish. Nothing can change this except killing Rin and bringing him back like nothing ever happened.]

You shouldn't be here. [He says, with a gasping sort of laugh and too much pressure on Rin's wrist. Yukio isn't crying, he hasn't cried in years, but his hands are shaking and he can barely force the words out past the choking tightness in his throat.]

I shouldn't be here? What about you? You had a choice, why would you choose to get involved in something like this?

[Because that's the only way he can picture Yukio being right here, right now, with a strange girl tailing after him. He's a Master, and that makes them enemies.]

You should've stayed home, Yukio. You're still alive, you shouldn't be involved in a death-war.

You should be alive. [Yukio says, spitting the words out and clinging (clinging, like he's a little kid, like they're children again and he desperately needs his brother to stay here with him).

That's the wish. That's his wish. That's what he needs and why he's here. He needs his brother back. That's the only thing he cares about, the only thing in his life that he needs. It's been an obsession, the only thing he can really think about, the only thing that's mattered. High school wasn't important, even his medical school isn't as important as this single wish and this goal.]

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