Fate/Alternative

12 - Handled

"He created us first, you know." Five stood calmly, "He doesn't treat his projects very nicely. I'm suprised tou haven't run like we did."

The assassin didn't answer him. Five sighed and swept his blond hair out of his face.

"I guess that's it for you then." His eyes continued to glow, his pupils turned into vertical slits like a snake.

The assassin threw a dagger to test the waters. Five caught it bare handed, without as much as a scratch.

"Is that all?" Five walked forward before moving quickly thanks to magic, "That's kind of disappointing!"

His foot made contact with the assassins white mask. The grey skinned man tumbled across the ground, a crack was visible on his mask.

"You clearly lack the 'effort' he put into us." Five said

Five continued his assault on his adversary. He perfectly dodged every attack the assassin tried.

"How... is any of this possible?" Harry stared at the body in front of him

"It's simply something you aren't meant to understand."

Six was standing near them. His snow white hair blew in the wind and in this lighting, he could be mistaken for a prince.

"This must all be so confusing to you." Six crouched next to Fours body, "I'm called Six, this was Four, and that blond man there is Five. That's really all you need to understand."

Six sighed as he stood back up.

"But I should thank you for taking care of our Seven. He's rather moody and helpless sometimes."

"Your Seven?" Harry was confused, "You mean Karma?"

"Yes." Six answered, "He was Seven before he was Karma. Everything happening now, has to do with before he was Karma."

"What do you mean?" Harry took a step towards him.

"It means what it means." Six stayed still, "None of us even remember our real names. Karma is just the name he gave himself to blend in. A fitting name really."

"Where did he go? Who was he chasing?" Harry continued his bombardment of questions.

"That man is one of the sources of Seven's anger, his drive for revenge. His reason for living." Six answered his questions calmly.

"I... don't understand." Artoria held Excalibur in one hand.

"I guess I could explain the whole story... Five, how much time do we have?" He turned to the blond haired man.

Five was standing over the assassin, his right foot resting on his chest. He applied pressure, causing the assassin to squirm.

"I'm basically done now." He stomped on the grey skinned mans head, ensuring he wouldn't get back up.

"Perfect. Chase after Seven will you. Can't leave him alone for long. He just woke up, after all."

"I'll text him. He can look after himself."

"Just woke up..." Artoria muttered.

"Come with me if you want to know." Six turned and walked off.

Harry and Artoria followed after a brief silence.

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Seven's sword broke when it struck against Two's.

"I missed this! Those eyes! Their so much more lively than before! I can see the killer instinct!" Two ranted through his excitement.

"It's rather sad." Seven created two new swords, "I once thought that you were stronger than One. That you managed to kill him because he was a weak fool who wanted to play the part of a hero. But now, I understand. Just like my blades, your a complete fake. You can't do anything but match your opponent. Your entire existence relies entirely on high luck. No wonder you followed Lev rather than us. Your the lowest scum imaginable."