Fat/Saber Part 1(Fate/Zero)
Kiritsugu stopped himself short, freezing in place as his sole came into contact with the carpeted floor. He turned his head so as to cast a quick sideways glance over his shoulder. He allowed his eyes to trail after the retreating back of his Servant. One of the 'Saber' class, during her mortal life she had been a legendary King of Britain. What bothered him right now wasn't how she had barely acknowledged his presence. She didn't seem to appreciate the way he conducted eliminating his adversaries, claiming that it had 'no pride to it at all'. They were only working together for the sake of obtaining the Grail. Kiritsugu knew that full well too, so he had nothing to complain about. He would talk to Saber when he felt like he needed to talk to her, that was all.
Yet right now, and it happened so suddenly without any prior warning, something about Saber seemed terribly off.
Somehow he had failed to notice it in the first second and a half. It was a plate of strawberry