Being dragged to a room filled with lights and cameras, Ragna The Bloodedge was forced to sit down on the chair and answer whatever questions he was bombarded. Sweet. Instead of hunting the Library or locating Terumi, he was strangely subdued to be a play thing with whoever was the founder of this... interview thing.

"So, Ragna the Bloodedge, I am here to clear up the misconception of your relationship with a woman named Rachel Alucard." The voice spoke, but he was nowhere in sight.

Rachel? The hell did she had to do with this? And what the hell did they mean about relationship? "Hey, shitface." Ironic that he couldn't see his face, "Mind telling me the reason why I'm binded in here without trying to break free from this place?" As much as he wanted to wreck havoc, he couldn't move his body to destroy.

"This is the power of Fanfiction, and in Fanfiction, you all are forced to do things under my will. For example, you will answer this with a lie."

Ragna scoffed, "Try me."

"You hate Rachel Alucard."

"Of course I do! Even if she's always there to keep me in check, we hate each other's guts because that's what we really feel!" Ragna growled, "What the hell was that for?! That's definitely a lie!"

"That's what people believe."

"Are they seriously that stupid?! Sure, she gets on my nerves most of the time, but Rachel do mean well and just that cryptic so I can stop being an idiot and do something!" Ragna took a deep breath, "Whoever thought of me and Rachel not getting along, we need to talk. With my sword."

"Thank you for your time, Mr. Ragna the Bloodedge. May this clear up the misconception of your relationship with Rachel. Mistakes were made."

The male voice was so monotonous as ever.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. We done here?"

The room turned white. Ragna covered his eyes, the light was too harsh for his eyesight.

"You will not remember any of this and will now be free to act on your own accord."


"My, my, what an interesting turn of events," The man cupped his chin, piqued at his newfound discovery, "It was a lover's quarrel after all." He let out a grim chuckle as he replayed the recorded interview.

An evil grin emerged on his thin lips, "I can definintely use this for my advantage..."


A/N: A short crack I made to blow dust on my field. I'll return here shortly soon.