The remaining numbers had decided to split up. Five would take out any Atlas personnel he came across, Three and Six would infiltrate the church in order to learn more about the Holy Grail, and Seven currently sat on top of a tall building keeping an eye on the city. He needed to meet with Six soon to talk about progress.
His left leg hung off the side of the building and right was tucked into his chest. He looked at the bridge that split one part of the city form the other. Nothing note worthy had happened in over a week, since he had killed the Hassan and learned of the Holy Grail.
"A wish granted huh?" He questioned it's true purpose.
"It sounds far fetched to me." One say dangling both his legs of the edge, his feet swinging back and forth.
"Why are you haunting me?" Seven asked.
"Haunting you? Your haunting yourself." One smiled at him.
"Don't give me that face." Seven ordered.
Seven stood up as One disappeared. He turned around to face a grey skinned girl wearing a white mask.
"Another one? The last one wasn't very impressive you know." Seven said.
More of them appeared on the roof. There was an army of them facing him down.
He projected several swords behind him, imitating Gilgamesh's style.
"This won't end well for you."
They stepped forward anyway. Seven sighed and fired the swords. Several of the assassins died immediately. The rest ran forward and attempted to kill Seven. He created two swords and began defending himself. He deflected knives and swords and spears. He traced them all, adding them to his arsenal.
He parried and counter attacked, dodged and killed. They were trying to overwhelm him on the cramped rooftop.
Seven dived off, turning his body to face the assassins who jumped after him. He summoned the black bow took several of his enemies out in mid air.
Seven touched his feet to the side of building and pushed off, changing his trajectory to be more horizontal. He rolled across the ground and quickly stood up. More assassins had him surrounded in the middle of the street.
"How cruel can that man be." Seven said, "Oh well, It's best to just get you all out of the way."
He began fighting them all once more.
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Harry hadn't stopped his search for his remaining family. Artoria and Shirou accompanied him to ensure that he would be safe. They check the grave at least once a day, but there was no evidence that he had returned there.
He currently sat in Karma's room. He looked through old boxes and drawers to find any hints of where he might be. He didn't find anything.
"It's clear he doesn't want to be found." Artoria said sadly.
"I can't accept that. He wouldn't look me in the eyes." Harry said.
He opened the last drawer on Karma's desk. There was some schoolwork, a few pencils and a yellow folder. A folder that Harry had never seen Karma use before.
He pulled it out of the drawer and sat at the desk. Artoria looked over his shoulder to see what it was.
Harry opened it. Inside was a few papers stapled together. The front was labeled 'Subject #7'.
"They called Karma 'Seven', right?" Harry asked out loud.
Artoria nodded in confirmation. Both of their curiosities were peaked. Harry opened the folder. The first thing they noticed was a picture of a small boy with shaggy black hair that nearly covered his amber eyes. It was definitely Karma, Harry remembered him looking like this when they first met.
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Fate/Alternative
FanficA world in which masters and servants all exist at the same time, and even go to school together. This story follows a boy named Karma as he and his friends go through his 'everyday' life.
