Hi, Everyone! I figured BRS needed some more crossovers, so I started this randomly one day. It's going to be about ten chapters long, but the length of the chapters could vary greatly. Another thing. I loved the first three books, but everything after that had me struggling to keep reading it. I actually put off reading MAX for a day (and if you know me, that's a big deal) because The Final Warning disappointed me. So I'm gonna pretend The Final Warning, MAX, FANG, and ANGEL never happened. Though I'll keep their powers. To the disclaimer!
Disclaimer: Is it working? * taps mic.* Okay. I don't own Black Rock Shooter or Maximum Ride (Or Miku Hatsune, but she's only mentioned once, so you don't really need to know who she is, but feel free to Google her).
Shooter sighed. It was never easy being a Guardian. She was a young one, only about a hundred years old, and she had only been assigned to about 8 or 9 people. The longest assignment had been a girl named Mato, whom Shooter had watched for years, and had ended up fighting Dead Master for the first time, and the shortest had been Miku Hatsune, and that had only lasted as long as it took Shooter to realize she wasn't human. It was a rare mistake on old Blocker's part.
But this was her first time watching a group of people. Seven, to be precise. Their ages ranged from 7 to 15. Shooter didn't understand why she had to watch them; Blade Clouder would probably been a better choice, but she knew it had something to do with the fact that their files were almost non-existent. All she knew was that they had been separated from their families at a young age, and that they had been experimented on.
But Shooter assumed that Blocker knew what she was doing. She even told her to go to Racer to get large, fourteen-foot wings merged into her back. They were black, almost blue in color, and provided her with amazing lift. Those wings told her that Blocker was serious. There was a reason Black Inferno Blocker was the head of the BHWP.
Shooter exhaled and stepped into the light. Or whatever illumination they could get in this monochrome world of theirs. She had traded her favored attire for something that would blend more in the world she was headed to. Black tennis shoes, black jeans, white tee, and a black jacket with a white star in it, the symbol for the BHWP. She stepped out onto the cliff, the one she used to go rescue Mato and Yomi. If only I had been there in time! Then they wouldn't have-
Stop it, Shooter, she told herself. That's the past. Focus on right now.
She looked down at her hand one more time, just to make sure it was still there. Yes. There, written in black ink, was a small note.
Shane, Age 15, don't ask questions and try to stay silent.
It wasn't very common, but Guardians had been known to temporarily loose their memories while passing through the swirling mass of plasma below the cliff she was standing on. It had even happened to her once, but she was able to survive that day because of a note just like this one on her hand. Shane was her "human" cover name.
The memory loss was unlikely, but possible, so after she tightened Black Blade in her belt and jumped off the cliff, Black Rock Shooter clenched her eyes shut.
Haruka: Oh, wasn't that exiting? Sorry about the length, but it's the prologue, so it's allowed to be short.
Black Sky Racer: The next one better be longer. Will I be in it?
Haruka: No.
Racer: Aw, why not?
Haruka: Because it's in the human world.
Racer: * cries and runs over to Black Sea Splitter* Aw, Splitter-kun, the Author's being mean!
Splitter: She has the right to do that. She's the Author.
Haruka: * smirks triumphantly*
Splitter: And I didn't think it was that mean. You're over reacting.
Haruka: Well, these two will be helping me down here from now on. And whoever guesses what BHWP stands for will have their character appear in an upcoming chapter.
Racer: And I don't?
Haruka: No.
Splitter. Please review. It'll shut these two up. I hope.