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4.68% Fate/Disturbance / Chapter 3: Bazett Fraga McRemitz

Chương 3: Bazett Fraga McRemitz

(A/N: The writing is in character perspectives even if third person and so the exposition part is limited to their own knowledge, even if said knowledge is incorrect or half-baked.)

Short magenta hair, an erect and confident posture and a steady, ample figure concealed by a maroon two piece business suit with a red neck tie.. That was the usual form of Bazett Fraga McRemitz, a now 23 year old woman who hailed from an old line of magi from the coastal region of Ireland.

It was also the same this particular night, Bazett's stern gaze was focused on the red circle on the ground before, dotted with ancient writing and strange symbols no normal man could ever parse. That wasn't the case for her though, she was an enforcer of the Mage's Association, the governing body of the supernatural world's workings, even if in name only, and the one who drew the circle in the first place.

She was to participate in the Holy Grail War on the cusp of breaking out in the Japanese city of Fuyuki... This 'spell' if it could be called that, would summon for her a hero of the past, a figure of legend to aid her in a fight against 6 other similar figures, each answering to a magus much like herself.

By giving these figures from the past a vessel after summoning their 'souls' so to speak, the magi who acted as Masters, binded them to act as a sort of familiar. The way the contract was drawn up made it so that these servants would be forced to obey commands if a command seal was used.. 'Servant' was an apt way of addressing them.

A command seal being a red tattoo-like pattern on the back of her left hand, concealed by tight black gloves.

Delicately reaching for her ears, Bazett slowly took off the two earrings she'd been wearing and placed them down inside the summoning circle..

She didn't know what the other masters had in mind but Bazett had come here with a clear objective, wishing to summon the Irish hero Cu Chulainn so that she may grant his wish, so that unlike her, at least his lonely life could have a good ending.

That was what the earrings were for, by bringing something that belonged to the man, Bazett hoped to maximise her chances of summoning him. Not to say that it was a guarantee however, the summoning was in the end, completely random, just with a significantly greater chance of summoning a specific hero if a related catalyst was used.

Using the symbol of an Irish Hero COULD very well give her a different hero so long as he was of Irish descent.

Shaking her head to remove such idle thoughts, Bazett Fraga McRemitz held out her left hand, grabbing it's wrist with her right one,

"Heed my words, my w-"

The circle lit up in an instant, revealing her surroundings to be nothing but nature, tall trees on all sides, a cleared out patch of dirt surrounded by tall grass and a single bird observing her strange actions from a tree branch, occasionally chirping in a flustered manner.

"What?!"

Bazett took a step back astounded, this wasn't how it was supposed to go! The ritual would only finish once she completed her chant and yet... Why was someone answering her call the moment she made it?

True she'd been informed the chant could even be thought of as unnecessary but, this was still a little shocking..

She didn't get much time to linger on her thoughts as the circle exploded into light, forcing her to cover her eyes with both hands lest she be blinded..

"As is the norm, I ask this of you.... Are you to be my Master?"

Bazett found herself alarmed by the muffled voice; she'd never heard of Cu Chulainn using a helmet or mask.. The why was answered when her eyes actually registered the sight before her.

Smoke rose from the figure of her servant as he raised his head up straight into her eyes.. Even if his face was protected by a dark strangely pointed helmet that faintly glowed where there should have been visors.. no, those were the visors.

He was on one knee, kneeling before her as if he were some knight, something she noticed might have been uncomfortable with the dark somewhat purplish armour protecting his strangely tall figure.. He was.. how tall was he actually? He seemed to be more than half her height when kneeling! A cloak hung from his one side, perfectly covering one side of his body and a long jagged spear lay on the other, crushing blades of grass under it's presumably heavy weight.

But..

"You're not Cu Chulainn.."

Bazett Fraga McRemitz... wanted a do-over.

"I... what?"

The servant she'd appeared as confused as she was disappointed.

"I said you're not Cu Chulainn.."

"I do not understand." The Lancer could only apologise in a muffled voice though she could swear she felt him smile under the helmet.

* * *

"Ah, is that so?" The knight slightly lowered his head, "Then I apologise."

"..." Bazett stared at him for a few moments before letting out a sigh, "It's alright, not your fault.." It was the Grail's fault for giving her a servant she didn't even recognise, she'd intended to save her childhood hero from his loneliness but she got... th-... Wait a second, he'd been kneeling all this time!

"Doesn't that..." She pointed at his knee, "Get tiring?"

"What do you mean?" He looked down to where she was pointing before slightly shaking his head, "Barely an inconvenience.."

"So it is an inconvenience." Bazett went silent again, pondering for a few moments, "Yes, I'm your master.. Bazett Fraga McRemitz. Let us get along for the duration of our partnership..... Mr..?" With a stern air about her, the enforcer put one hand behind her back and held the other out to her servant..

"Aston, you need simply point me in a direction and tell me to attack. However I must request you refrain from telling me to go against my honour... And, I do doubt I could ever match the efficiency of a dog but I shall try my best."

"Did you just say something incredibly disrespectful with a gentle voice?" Bazett felt she could respect him and get along until he started the second half of his sentence....Still, that name, she didn't recognise it at all, "Hmm..." Perhaps it was so because he hailed from some obscure legend she had no knowledge of?

"What are you famous for?"

"Ahaha... How am I expected to know what has become of the world, my master?" Inhaling deeply, Aston rose to his full height, "Are you not the one who failed to do the required amount of research?"

"You said something rude aga-" Bazett cut herself off with wide eyes as she saw the Lancer Class servant rise to his full height, briefly revealing a sword hanging from the side covered by a cape.. He was too, too freaking tall! "How are you so tall?!" The 'calm' and 'collected' couldn't help but share her actual thoughts..

"Could it be that you are too short, my master?"

"Are you picking a fight?" Bazett crossed her arms under her chest, tapping her foot against the ground... He was one of those calm but hateful types wasn't he?

"I wouldn't dream of it." Aston waved his free hand in surrender, having dematerialised his lance.. Being a servant had it's perks, something he wouldn't know seeing as servants don't retain their memories of events from their summonings unless they were deeply scarred by them.

Bazett narrowed her eyes at the tall knight, she couldn't recognise who he was but what she could most certainly do was see his parameters and true name to see if he was lying.. Except that too left her reeling, astounded, "What kind of monster are you?"

"As a knight, that is deeply hurtful.. However I understand if that's all you were taught."

You know what, Bazett wasn't even going to bother with the poorly disguised jab thrown her way, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction... Or rather, she couldn't even hate him for it with his absurd prowess.. His name was Aston as he'd said and now that was confirmed thanks to the Master's perspective which let her confirm it but... What was he? How could such an absurdly powerful hero be unknown to her?

His agility was ranked- it was actually unranked.. B+ Ranked Strength, A++ Ranked monstrous Endurance, C Ranked Mana and D Ranked Luck.. With this absurd prowess, how was she even supposed to sustain him at max output?

Not to mention his skills and noble phantasm.., "Beyond the World, There is Darkness?"

Bazett was startled by the ground cracking under them both..

"I do not like that name, I will never like that name. Damn Agravain and his accursed naming sense!" Aston stomped his foot in annoyance, he'd only ever said that once and yet, and yet.. Why did it keep following him everywhere?! What had he ever done to deserve this?!

Bazett Fraga McRemitz felt she was going to have a no small amount of trouble here.

"Why not take off your armour?"

"Oh my Master.. How shameful.."

"....."

Bazett kicked Aston in the knee before groaning in pain and being forced to hold it while glaring at the armoured Lancer who only sighed and knelt down, "Show it here.. I know a little bit of magecraft.." More like, he'd forced and blackmailed Merlin into teaching him a few things.

"No need."

"Non-negotiable, I will not move from my spot."

Slightly flustered at being forced into it, Bazett offered him her foot.

"Who... are you?" She asked him in a low voice making the servant instantly go silent..

"I... apologise." Aston could only apologise, knowing that sharing his origins would only serve to make things more difficult than they were going to be already.

* * *

This is technically my first time writing a story so please, lay any criticism you have on me.

You'll get his backstory, don't worry.

Let's take it slow.

And no, I don't mean him just talking about it.


Chương 4: What Are You?

A bullet train moved through the night, it's lighting illuminating the immediate surroundings more than they already were thanks to the lights around the train tracks. It was heading for the city of Fuyuki, carrying unknowing passengers to what only magi knew would soon end up becoming a battlefield for heroes of legend.

It also carried a master-servant duo currently engaged in a strange staring contest of sorts.

"What is all that?" Bazett deadpanned at Aston, speaking with a voice devoid of any emotion. Servants were supposed to be given a general overview of worldly manners and the likes by the Holy Grail upon summoning..

What then, was wrong with her lancer?!

"I.. Food?" Aston tilted his head in slight confusion, staring down at the trolley he was pushing before once again looking up at his Master, "Is this not the norm?"

"What norm? Truly, what norm is this? Do servants even need to eat?" They did not, she was certain of that much and yet, her servant had pushed a veritable ton of food up to her.. True it wasn't as embarrassing as it would usually be considering there were no other passengers... WHICH was something she had to arrange because HE had no other clothes and REFUSED to take on a spiritual form!

"I don't think so?" The Lancer seemed barely bothered by his master's internal conflict, only setting up her food which AGAIN was strange as all hell! How was he doing that with armour on? Bazett deadpanned more than she thought was humanly possible in that very moment..

At least she could make out his figure in the light coloured decorations and bright train compartment, "What's all that for then?" She pointed at the foo-.., "Did you just bring over everything you could find?"

"Is this not what women eat normally?"

"No!" Bazett shouted at the servant before realising her outburst and settling down slightly flustered, "What woman eats that much?"

"How dare you?" Aston stared down at his master, visibly offended by her words.. This was far less than what his King ate, around Gareth levels of sustenance. She was questioning his abilities as a knight!

"Excuse me?" His Master seemed to be just done with his shit, "Nevermind that, how did you even get all this?" Bazett had given him no money-, wait, didn't that mean she wasn't a good Master? The Enforcer immediately chalked that up to her servant's weirdness.

"Ah..." Aston held up a finger, "Funny story..."

"Go on." Bazett folded her arms and narrowed her eyes, slightly curious but mostly exhausted.

"Soo, I took off my helmet to get some air in the previous deck and there was this nice lady pushing this.." The servant gestured to the food, "I surmised you would be hungry so I investigated and she just said yes when I asked if I could take it... Such a nice person, no?"

Bazett could feel the smile on Aston's face, "So you honey trapped someone?"

"As a knight, that is deeply hurtful but..." He stared at all he'd gathered, "Should I return it?"

"Hah.." Bazett facepalmed, sighing deeply, "Why? Why are you doing this?"

"Well of course because my mas-" Aston was slightly surprised when she cut him off,

"The real reason."

And managed to figure out that he actually had an agenda... He averted his gaze, retracting his hand and spoke in a low voice, "I was hoping to get some time to myself by distracting you.." He confessed truthfully, sighing at the end.

"You should've just asked.." Bazett couldn't help but slightly smile at the strangely wholesome confession, "Go on.. I've something to deal with." She could swear she saw the servant glow before he disappeared but shook her head out of such thoughts and fixed her gloves..

The Enforcer closed her eyes for a moment and inhaled deeply, "There's a rat here.." She looked to the door behind her, sharply turning about and rushing forward at barely cognisable speeds, her foe was an idiot if he thought she hadn't noticed his presence.

* * *

"A strange time to come back to."

Aston sat atop the train, his cape fluttered wildly in the strong winds that he barely registered... Sighing once, the Lancer reached for his helmet, unclasping it before taking it off to reveal a face that could probably be described as handsome if not for the scar running from the right side of his forehead to his neck and possibly beyond..

The Lancer had dull blue eyes and hair that had lost almost all of it's colour save for a few tufts of a dull red here and there standing out among grey hair.

He took a deep breath before slightly smiling, "I guess it's alright.." The fact he was here meant his dying wish hadn't been granted and instead of being lost to history and granted peace, he would fight in insane wars for insane people for an indefinite period of time but well, that was alright.. It would be a good experience if nothing else.

Aston originally hailed from the 21st Century and Grail Wars were a concept he was intimately familiar with but, he could only apologise in silence to those that might think he remembered much after nearly 3 decades of nothing but war, bloodshed and hardwork.

"Really, what drove me to be a knight?"

It was a question that Aston oft asked himself and only a him from the past could ever hope to truly answer.. What he did know however, was that his morals were something he refused to abandon. It was the only thing he had left to treasure.

Serving a King of Legend, battling a dragon, fighting wars, teaching others, protecting, helping, being betrayed, and dying in an attempt to protect his king... His life sure was hectic huh?

Deep down, Aston knew that any life other than a knight's would probably not sit well with him anymore... He wasn't one of those people who could think solely for themselves, nor was he one of those who could use others with no conscience.

He was a knight because tyranny was unacceptable.

He was a knight because he was loyal to his king.

He was a knight for the people.

He was a knight for his king.

Many actual answers were there for who he was now and Aston was satisfied with that..

He'd lived one life working for his family and one working for what he treasured, why would he ever really question himself?

However, being a knight to a king meant he'd also slaughtered with closed eyes, done atrocious things upon being ordered to because loyalty overpowered his personal desires.

In the end, it was just the idle musings of a man who accepted he'd done much wrong.

Aston shrugged, putting on a bright smile before once more donning his helmet, he had a new Master to serve and another one to seek out if faint memories were correct.. Admittedly, his loyalty to the latter was motivated by something more than simple beliefs.

Ah, the King only the masses could see as perfect and not as one to be treasured.

"Mhm.." Aston cleared his throat, "Monologue time over." Aston disappeared from his spot, appearing inside the train and putting his hand on the shoulder of a startled man in a business suit, "Greetings, such a beautiful night don't you think?"

"He's here to observe and possibly remove us." Bazett walked out of the shadows, fixing her tie, "Where were you?"

"Monologuing, my Master. Am I to remove this one?" Aston tightened his grip and slightly tilted his head, "You must feel terrible, stranger. In fact, I feel terrible in your stead. I would want to bury myself alive if I couldn't even complete a recon mission properly."

"You're very rude aren't you?" Bazett folded her arms, letting down her guard now that her servant was here.. An unfortunate truth was that the prowess of servants could never truly be matched by humans.

"Do you require me to heal your ears as well, my Master? I am an angel." Aston truly disagreed with his Master, where could you find a person politer than him? Shaking his head slightly, he pushed the magus in his hand forward making the man stumble, and failing to regain his balance, "Let us fight."

The magus instantly activated his magic circuits and Bazett observed the engagement from the side, ready in case he tried to run away which he most definitely would if he had even half a brain.

What happened next was something she failed to register.

In the span of a single blink, her servant had moved, grabbed onto his spear with his left hand and impaled the magus through the chest with it, lifting him into the air and was now staring at the man with not a concern for the blood that had splattered onto his form.

"What?"

Was this why his Agility parameter couldn't be ranked?

"How sad. My Master, I believe this was just a decoy of sorts? I have trouble accepting this was supposed to be enough..." The Lancer seemed unperturbed, his voice gentle as always even as he pulled his spear back, throwing the fresh corpse aside and walking up to her.

"That was... something.." It wasn't that Bazett couldn't have won against the man but still, she understood more than before why the legends of the past were called as such, "Who are you?"

"I believe I've already shared my identity my Master but I am willing to repeat it if you have some mental illness disturbing your memories." Aston put a hand over his chest and bowed his head,

"Aston, you need only point in a direction and give an order, but, do refrain from pitting me against those undeserving."

"How did your tale end?" Bazett figured that could be a hint to discovering his legend.

"My Master, I suggest using the internet on your quest for knowledge." Aston once again rose to his full height, looking down at the magenta haired woman with a gentle smile on his face.

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If you have any criticism, be sure to share.

A bit of clarification, no, Aston isn't the type to really monologue much but I think you can forgive him doing it after arriving in an age he's mostly forgotten after death.

And to those concerned, I'm sorry he doesn't have the absurd memory that lets you remember a whole life for decades spent in an entirely different time period.

He had no contact with technology or modern society for decades. His technology was a bucket and wheel, his entertainment was duels, jousting, and horse riding. His job was war, protection and slaughter.


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