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Fate Fracti Bello chapter 3Chapter 3Fate Fracti Bello chapter 3 by =ss3dj
"And hey," Dasiuke yelled back to Motoko with a smile, "I'll make sure to make it to the next practice!"
"You better Daisuke! Don't think you can take advantage of the club captain like this!"
Daisuke laughed, "Oh I'd never do that. First I'd buy you dinner then take advantage of you."
Rikku burst out laughing, while Motoko turned redder than an apple, "I swear to god I'll break one of the kendo sticks over your head if you ever say that again!"
Daisuke bowed, "I'm so sorry, dinner and a movie then the hot passionate-!"
A shoe smacked into his face causing him to fall over. Looking up, a rather annoyed Motoko had a kendo stic
Fate Fracti Bello chapter 2Chapter TwoFate Fracti Bello chapter 2 by =ss3dj
Kidnapped.
'Daisuke's been kidnapped. Wait no…wait.' Rikku felt her body go numb. This couldn't be happening.
"We have to…we have to do," Rikku could feel panic gripping her. "Why, why, why did they…who took."
Motoko snapped her phone shut, "I heard one of them in the background say summoning ritual."
"Oh god, you don't think…"
Motoko closed her eyes trying her hardest to think straight. Panicking right now wouldn't save Daisuke. "I've read of past masters who have tried using human sacrifices to summon servants."
A look of disgust crossed Riders face, "such a summons would only bring dark and shameful
Fate Fracti Bello chapter 1Fate/Fracti BelloFate Fracti Bello chapter 1 by =ss3dj
The time has come again for the seven magi to assemble and to resume the quest. Each of these masters will employ a servant from one of the seven classes. Together they will take part in a great and ancient war to obtain the one and only Holy Grail.
Chapter One
It took her weeks to find enough silver to create the summoning circle. Going to yard sales, garage sales, and pawn shops looking for any piece of silver she could find. Be it rings, necklaces, ear rings, nose rings, silver dining ware, plates and cups. It took half a month to carve out the circle in her stone floor. Each mark, each symbol made with the uttermost
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