I do not own any characters, universes, or so forth of Type-Moon or Rosario+Vampire. I do, however, wish I had the Second Magic right now.

Chapter 1: The nightmare

You are but a big fish in a small pond. And that will be your doom.

Flames.

Blue and green flames that consumed the world, stretching over to the endless horizon.

A cerulean inferno raged all around him. And he could do nothing, as he was trapped in one himself.

His arms refused to obey. Covered with the glittering madness, he could not move. He could only watch, as a great, spidery silver-and-blue thing moved within the frozen conflagration.

He could see his friends.

Moka, her expression of shock frozen on her face, pink hair splayed out, refusing to fall.

Kurumu, hunched over, eyes shut tightly, hands fingering the red gap where a bolt of fire had lodged, streams of red in stasis.

Mizore, lollipop a mere inch from her face, which also had a look of shock, eyes wide open, her hands locked in the ice-claw stage. Greenish streams caressed them.

Others. Unmoving within the embrace of the blue.

Silently, he screamed, nothing coming out of his empty throat. His lungs burned, as his mouth refused to budge, to open. He tried tearing his head, his eyes, from the scene.

He saw a great, spidery silver-and-blue thing move.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"

Tsukune jerked up from the warmth and fluffiness of his fluffy, white pillow, waving his arms crazily about, taking in deep, gasping breaths. Oh, and his bedsheets were wet with sweat, yellow with lemonade from a prank that hit him a few days ago (he forgot to change them), and he was about to totter over the edge of his bad.

Realizing the natural laws of gravity about to take hold upon him, he clawed weakly at his bedsheets to try to keep him up and unhurt, but of course they slipped, and he sent a betrayed look at them.

Bam. His head struck the carpeted ground hard, and he groaned, at frustration at the evil laws of gravity, and in pain from his ringing noggin, not to mention the deep pits of blackness fired into his sense of self from the nightmare.

"Man, that sucked," he muttered to himself. Getting up, the human threw his bedsheets back oto his bed, and closed his eyes. He attempted to reflect upon his dream.

"Oh right! Those green flames touching Mizore's ice claws looked great! Moka also looks-" Tsukune realized that his sanity might be slipping a bit, so he proceeded to headdesk at the nearest desk he had.

*Thud. Thud.*

"Aah, much better." The pain helped to clear his mind up from the grogginess of sleep, and that nightmare. He shivered, realizing that, since his bedsheets were wet, so were his clothes. And oh boy were they wet. Slaking a hand through his hair, the teen looked at the clock.

"Five o'clock. Huh, that's strange, waking up at such an hour. I thought it would be like 5:27." He decided to go shower, study a bit, perhaps find something to eat, and then go meet his friends. Perhaps talk about with them..." Tsukune shuddered at the thought of the thing in his dream. He hoped that he would not have a nightmare like that again. His friends would cheer him up; he knew that they will, especially since they would see taht he was down.

He knew not to underestimate them. After all, his friends and he went through a lot together.

A/N: I wanted to write something about someone and something. Don't attack me, please, if the characters seem a bit off. Short, yes. Blargh. Review please. Flames will be used to light my furnace, Root knows how cold it is here at night.