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Quote:“Attack non-lethal,” the ring on her finger said coolly, a--------------------------------------
triangle shooting forth seven rays barely visible on it’s opalescent surface. “Prepare against retaliation.”
That was all the warning Kuro needed as an almost physical mass of kinetic blasts erupted from dust
kicked up by the blast. She dodged, grabbing Illya, and raising her right hand,
the ring on her finger covering her with a bright white aura, the hole in her
chest plug up by white light as her insides knit and repaired themselves. A
barrier of light wove from the ring, a vaguely circular shape with waves of
energy pulsing upward from a central point. The blast hit it, and was
neutralized, though Kuro grunted at the sudden effort.
You are getting to be as annoying as
your parents, brat!
“It’s in the blood,” Kuro said, teeth bared.
“KURO?-!” people cried as they realized she wasn’t lying on
a pool of blood with her heart torn out.
Kuro pointed at the Kirei-thing dramatically. “Kotomine
Kirei, A.E.G.I.S. code name designation Fallen, for crimes against humanity,
including arson, murder, jaywalking, and the continued proliferation of vampire
teen novels, by the authority of the United Magical Girl Association, Fuyuki
Fate Knights Division, and the Justice League, I am hereby authorized to
exterminate you!”
A large blast erupted behind her, scaring the hell out of
Illya as her sister posed dramatically, framed by white sparks and streamers.
Crickets chirped.
What?
It sounded really confused.
Kuro blinked, frowning, then suddenly knocked on her head.
“Oh, silly me. That all hasn’t happened yet. Man, this White Knight thing is
confusing.”
“Subject is
insufficiently suited to optimally wield the White Light,” the ring on her
finger said.
“Shut up, you,” Kuro said, easily twirling the sword in her
hand. She leveled it at Kirei-thing again. “You stole my heart. You should know
better than to mess with a maiden’s heart.”
KIrei-thing gave her a blank look. The mass he was attached
to convulsed, and the moment was shattered as dozens of pustules grew from the
mass, shooting kinetic blasts. Iris shielded herself and her husband with her
alchemy, while Miyu did what she could for the others as Kuro manifested a
white circular shield to protect her and Illya.
Kuro breathed hard, shielding Illya protectively. She could
feel a burning hollowness in her chest. And knew she was still on borrowed
time. Her heart wasn’t back yet, just replaced, her chest plugged up by white
light, her blood pumped by the same.
“Kuro,” Illya growled. “Get your hand off my ass.”
She grinned down at her sister. “What, no punching me into
orbit?”
“I’m being nice because you got your heart ripped out,” Illya
snapped. “Hand, off!”
Kuro laughed, and pecked her on the cheek. Even that minor
contact drew a sliver of prana from the other girl. “I love you, you know
that?” she said. Illya somehow managed to blush more.
Kuro suddenly grunted as another concentrated blast struck
her shield. She thought of Miyu and her mother, and suddenly knew they were weakening, that she
needed to act to help relieve their strain. “Illya,” Kuro said. “What Class Cards
do you have?”
Illya checked. “I’ve got Lancer, Assassin and… Berserker.”
Kuro smiled grimly. “Here’s the plan…”
The ground beneath them rumbled.
Kuro looked over her shoulder. “Quick-notes version, then,”
Kuro said, and before Illya could react, she was kissing her, their lips coming
together. Illya made a protesting, indistinct sound, but Kuro ignored her,
using the opportunity to draw some prana. Then the kiss was over, and Kuro was
pushing her back, Illya’s mind whirling with bright little lights, and a plan
fully formed in her mind, and plan that wasn’t hers.
Kuro let out a cry as she charged. She made her capelet inflate
behind her, tried to make herself a bigger target, tried to get the thing’s
attention. Her aura grew brighter as she charged, dodging the kinetic blasts
that were being aimed at her now. She had to dodge: every iota of power she
took from the ring was power that wasn’t being used to regenerate her heart. Her
options with the ring were limited. That said, she was still her.
”I call the bone in your sword…” she chanted her aria, feeling the
world change slightly. She gestured, and swords shot forth like rain. They were shot out of the air with blasts,
shattering the plain nameless weapons, but Kuro kept sending more, drawing
closer with every step.
The mass convulsed, and long, tentacle-like limbs shot
forth, forcing Kuro to dodge. She severed one with a blade, then another, back-flipped
over a third, and suddenly Kuro was only ten feet away. More tentacles grew
out, wrapping around the Kirei-thing even as it started trying to sink back in.
The tentacles were thick, too thick for a sword not shot from her bow, thick
enough not to be cut easily. Tentacles tried to wrap around her, tried to
surround her fom all suggestions, and she traced, Swords worming edged walls
around her, buying her time. She wasn’t really limited to just swords, it was
just what came easiest.
“Trace, on!” she
cried, feeling the burning of magic in her circuits as she took a stance. “Gae Bolg!”
The blood-red spear leapt into her hands, considerably more
prana being used up in its making. The accumulated combat experiences the weapon
had been through washed over her, the foreign knowledge a strange echo of the
ring on her finger. Power coursed through the activated Noble Phantasm as she
lunged with it, its reversal of causality already in effect. If a path to the target’s heart existed, it
would be found.
The Lance of Death attacked… and found no path to the heart,
found no heart to seek. It slammed into the protective tentacles around the
Kirei-thing, biting deep, infecting with its curse. Its power allowed it to
keep on penetrating, punching through tentacle after tentacle, the tip finally
erupting and stopping short of it’s target.
And what was that supposed to accomplish?
Kuro back-flipped away from an errant tentacle, rebounding
off one of the swords she’d made, her foot coming to rest on the end of the
spear. The contact was enough. She pushed power into it.
“Gae Bolg: Lance of
Striking Death Flight!” she cried, giving the spear a hard shove with her
foot a she leapt once more, and simultaneously Broke it. She had to. Without
the kinetic energy of being hurled, it needed every kick it could get.
A shield of white light wove around her as the spear
exploded, it’s cursed power, though diminished by it’s improper utilization,
more than destructive enough to send her flying, and likely would have killed
her without the shield. She felt something in her chest stop, saw the patch of
light on her chest flicker for a moment as power was diverted, before both
resumed again as she slammed into the ground, rolling with the force.
“That was an insane plan!” Illya cried as she rushed up and
helped Kuro to her feet.
“It’s not done yet,” Kuro chirped. “Be ready.”
They regrouped quickly as the smoke cleared. The explosion
was hardly minor, tearing apart a significant chunk of the dark mass the
Kirei-thing had become. Saber stepped up beside Kuro, her sword ready, staring
in mixed determination and horror at the sight. Kuro wondered what she saw with
her spiritual eyes. Her vision started to blur in response to this idle
thought, but Kuro quashed it. she could afford that now.
Shiro was right behind his Servant, and Illya and Miyu moved
to stand at her other side. Iris, Rin and Luvia were doing their best to
minister to Assassin and Caster, and the latter Servant was already starting to
rouse, but Kuro wasn’t depending on her support. The former, however…
“Can you fight?” she asked, watching the dark mass.
“I’d rather not,” he said tiredly. “I’m almost out, and the
lady over here can’t give me any to replace it.”
Kuro nodded. “Things are about to get messy.”
“Messier than this?” Rin growled sarcastically.
Was that the best you had, child? A
pity. I expected something more from the Einzbern’s secret weapon…
The mist began to clear as Illya and Miyu raised their
wands. A sword appeared in Shiro’s hands, a copy of Caliburn. Kuro could see it
was still highly flawed. The shape was right, but…
But then, this war has been one
disappointment after another. You are all just children, and your Servant’s
show this. Weak. Ineffectual. Pathetic. Ultimately pointless…
“Ring power at 35 percent,” Kuro’s ring said. “Cellular regeneration and organ replacement
at 47 percent.”
It’s not like it was in our day,
visit, Emiya? It was a true war then. You destroyed an entire hotel building
just to get at Tohsaka-sempai, I recall…
“Be ready…” Kuro warned as the dark mass shifted, a dark,
viscous liquid like hellish oil beginning to pour from the thing.
Listen to me… I sound like my father.
But those were the days, Emiya. War was war.
The oily substance began to bulge upward.
Shall we show them how it was once
done?
A wave of the wrongness
erupted again, and to Kuro’s ears, Gaia and Aliya screamed in unison as the
unnatural was brought into the world. The darkness, the evil pouring from the
tainted Grail rose, solidifying itself into humanoid figures. A man in dark
armor, blurring and indistinct, with crimson lines all over his body. An
enormous bear of a man, with a full beard and madness-filled eyes in dark
Grecian armor, the once-gold trim shining with a crimson light. A dark-clad
figure with a skull-like mask, eyes burning like hell itself. A
beautiful-looking man, skin and hair pale as if washed out and bleached,
holding a spear in either hand.
I hold the power of the Grail still.
Who needs souls when empty vessels are so easy to make?
Another dark-figure rose, its dark skirts wide, its black
armor covered with eldritch scarlet lines, eyes shining gold. The woman in
Kuro’s vision. Saber, as seen through a mirror darkly. Next to Kuro, Saber
stiffened, eyes wide.
Two more appeared. One was obviously Gilgamesh, armor dark
as knight, traced in red the same as all the others, the face strangely blank
and lifeless. The other was a woman. She was small, shorter than Caster. Her
golden eyes were wide and soulless, her black beret making her head look like a
mushroom. Three pairs of black wings
seemed to grow from her back, and she held a black-stained, crimson-trimmed
staff in one hand, and a book in the other. Her legs were clearly visible
beneath her short skirt, and the jacket she wore didn’t look very protective.
“Berserker,” Kuro identified each as they appeared. “Rider.
Assassin. Lancer. Saber. Archer. Caster. All from the 4th Holy Grail
War.”
“How do you know?” Illya said.
“I know…” Kuro murmured. “Mom, I need you to give Rin your
phone. Rin, call Sakura. We’ll need her.”
Luvia’s hands tightened. One moved towards her Command
Seals.
“Not yet,” Kuro said. “Not–”
They attacked without warning.
Dark Assassin charged forward, blurring and multiplying into
an army in an instant.
“ILLYA, NOW!” Kuro cried, she and Saber charging in as well,
with Shiro coming up behind. He and Dark Rider clashed, the sword in Dark
Rider’s hands meeting the twin blades in Shiro’s own. Sparks flew. Kiritsugu did what he could to
provide covering fire.
Illya drew out a Class Card, holding it out. “Let thy body rest under my dominion!”
she intoned. “If thou submittest to the
call of the Holy Grail and if thou wilt obey this mind, this reason, then thou
shalt respond. I make my oath here. I am that person who is to
become the virtue of all Heavens. I am that person who is covered with
the evil of all Hades. Thou seven heavens, clad in a trinity of words, come
past thy restraining rings, and be thou the hands that protect the balance! INSTALL!-!-!-!
ASSASSIN CLASS!-!-!”
An intricate array of light carved itself beneath Illya as
her clothing changed, Ruby changing form in her hands into a wooden staff. Dark
slacks that hugged her legs tightly, revealing thier shape. A dark shirt held
closed by a single button, revealing her stomach and most of her collarbone. Dark
boots. A long, black leather duster engraved with runes.
“The hell?” Assassin managed.
Illya opened her eyes, facing the hordes off Dark Assassins
before her. None were any match for a Servant. And now, she had the power of
one, even if that Servant was also Assassin. And with the infinite power
pouring out from Ruby…
She raised a hand. “FRIGIDO!”
she cried, ripping the body heat out of everyone one of the approaching mass of
Dark Assassins she could get her metaphysical hands on. They all froze solid
instantly, frost building on them in an eye- blink as the very air around them
froze. She wove the heat, and flame lanced out at them, burning them to a
crisp. “Yeah! Woo hoo! What have you got for a fiery beam of death! You got nothing for the fiery beam of death!”
Dark Caster thrust her palm upwards as the others charged. “Diabolic Emission,” she intoned.
“Trace, on!” Kuro
cried, countering, dodging between dying Dark Assassins. “Ensis Exorcizans!”
Dark Caster lashed out with her cross-tipped staff’s blade,
but Saber was there first, catching the weapon on her own invisible sword. Kuro
was right next to her, slashing upwards, barely missing Dark Caster’s arm as
the Artifact Noble Phantasm disrupted her spell. Kuro’s return slash attempted
to cleave her in two, but suddenly Dark Saber was there, and it was all Kuro
could do to disengage without losing her arm. Saber shifted targets, attacking
her doppelganger.
Dark Caster lunged forward, moving with more skill than her
class usually did, her staff a deadly spear. Kuro parried with her own blade,
but Dark Caster was quick, their weapon’s clashing and striking sparks even as
Dark Caster obviously readied another spell.
“Actus Noctis Erebea,”
Dark Caster intoned, her body actually becoming darker, her movements more
forceful and faster. Kuro tried to finish her off, but was painfully reminded
there were more players on the field as an enormous armored hand slammed down
on her weapon. Lines instantly began to grow at the point of contact as Dark Berserker
wrenched the weapon away from her.
She went with the movement, dodging the now-compromised
Noble Phantasm, barely dodging Dark Lancer’s own attack. Illya yelled as she
finished off the last of the Dark Assassins and attacked Dark Berserker, lances
of flame erupting from her hands.
“The sword destroys magic!” Kuro managed to yell out. Illya
cried out something ruder than usual as she dodged. Then Kuro had her own
problems as Dark Lancer moved in, both cursed spears stabbing at her. Roaring,
she Traced weapons to her hands and met his attack.
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Check out said crack:
Takamachi Nanoha of 2814- Green Lantern Nanoha. To START! Now with a TvTropes page!
FATE/Holy Grail War of 2814- The Fifth Holy Grail War with Magical Girl Prisma Illya, in the DCAU, from the above story.
Magical Girl Magistra Erebea Molly- the world's first Dresden Files/TvTropes Crossover.
VENGEANCE! The Musical! The Story of Uchiha Sasuke