Because I have this dark thought of having Vayne as a cameo somewhere in MK2.

Summary: A human and a mana cannot unite. Roze knows that clearly. But why does that grey-haired man he met before keeps pulling him like a magnet? Crack!RozeXVayne. MK1 MK2 Crossover.

Disclaimer: Mana Khemia © Gust.

It was a very tiring day for Rozeluxe Meitzen today.

He felt all his limbs numb for he had already passed countless miles from the capital (where his master's –Lily, of course- mansion was located) with his own two feet, unto here, in the middle of the grass field God-knows-where.

And, why, how it was also a very unfortunate day for the Meitzen boy: it got worse than it was later on. One of his feet was badly injured by some bear which caught him off-guard when Roze was lolling on a forest. Although, for he was a pretty skilled alchemist combatant, the poor bear was quickly disposed of its life by his magnificent Sword of Light. Yet the poor dead bear succeed to make some deep gash on his left foot by its claw. Hence why he was lying on his back with his foot left uncared, some trickle of blood still seeping out from the open wound, feeling exhausted by the pain the gash kept making.

He took a peek of his wound from his lying position, and then quickly rose on his butt, keeping the pain minimal by gritting his teeth when he did so. Aah, how he wished that Whim was here, or maybe Puni Yo, heck, even Ulrika! to heal this wound. Those three girls could easily dispatch this wound by their magic.

But no—no, thought Roze as he shook his head. They could not be here. Everyone could not go anywhere near him. It was too dangerous for their own safety.

Yes, Rozeluxe couldn't assure their safety –the persons he loved and cared (although he had a doubt with Ulrika, but hey, they were friends at the least)- when there was a homicidal maniac (not really homicidal, but Roze counted him as one. He just couldn't forget what the guy had done to his grandpa, could he?) hovering around who would do anything, wrong or not, to have a fight with him.

Reicher.

Yes, that maniac had been following him since he left the academy just for his frightful desire to fight him.

And, of course, Roze wouldn't want anything like his grandpa's sudden missing to happen again, would he? Because he'd feel very guilty if it ever happened again. Even if it befalls upon, say, Ulrika. Although, Roze admitted, the girl needed to shut her mouth sometimes.

Roze sighed deeply. Contemplating about it wouldn't help. Right now, the only thing he could do was to travel from one place to another, becoming a fugitive (he didn't want to imagine how Lily's angered face was for leaving her so suddenly without any notification at all), until Reicher finally got bored toying with him (and hopefully, never bothering him and his grandpa forever) and put his fruitless searching for him into a stop. Although, knowing what kind of people Reicher was, he really had this doubt that it'd happen anytime soon.

Maybe Reicher was nowhere to be seen now, for Roze was sitting on a flat grass field whereas if one was approaching, the boy would know right away. But he knew, in the middle of this temporary peace, that the grey-haired homicidal maniac was still following him; he just had this dreaded feeling of someone's watching him from far-away. And, why, it wouldn't be strange if the guy suddenly popped out of nowhere where he was completely vulnerable like this.

The boy glanced on his gash once again. He needed to have his wound completely healed. Now.

The blue-haired teen then looked at the inside of his grey-leather bag which he put beside his body, trying to find some left potion which hopefully could heal his worsening gash. When Roze checked the bag, what he found there were: a bottle for storing his drinking water (which was empty), a small pack of money that already thinned than how it was before, his private diary, and two transparent bottles which were two bottles of Heal Jar (he just needed to use it when he fell in an unseen pit at some deep forest, breaking his ankle as the result of his fall. Roze, too, somehow felt he must have lost some of his money in the pit).

And the other possession he had in his jacket's pocket was some pennies from his change before in the previous village. And the rest was his dagger, attached on the side of his belt and the Ring of Light which still firmly placed on his ring finger, glistening faintly under the shade of the warm sunlight.

To sum it up: not even a single medicine to heal his wound.

This was bad.

Now how could he heal his wound, left alone walking?!

It got worse when his cobalt eyes caught a faint figure of someone—someone he couldn't make out who, walking leisurely on the grass field across the spot where he lay on. Roze tried to squint his eyes to have a better sight of who this stranger was. Who know, maybe this stranger was some alchemist or the village doctor that coincidentally bought some potions and what-not. Or even if the stranger was some ordinary man, Roze could get some aid from him.

But he was too high in expectation, when it turned out that the man had a grey hair. Just like Reicher's. And the boy quickly jolted from his sitting, not even bothering with his open wound anymore.

'Impossible, it's impossible. Reicher?!'

Okay, maybe Roze knew that the Ax Crazy maniac was going to catch up to his place soon enough, looking at his vulnerable state where he couldn't put a single foot away, but he didn't expect it to be this soon. Heck, he had just been injured about a few hours ago! (And he was pretty sure that the guy was still about some miles behind) Or did the maniac know on an instinct that Roze was vulnerable, and quickly took a ride or whatever hell he was using to catch up?

But Roze's breath lighten up when he found out that the stranger's grey hair was much more unruly than Reicher's, having a darker tone than Reicher's which were leaning more in a white tone, not to add that it was shorter, in the same length of his neck in a rough guess.

And when the stranger was standing before him, his hunch was proven wrong, whereas Reicher's smile was wicked and sly, this stranger's was…what? Warm…and comforted Roze in a way?

And whereas Reicher's teal eyes were menacing, this stranger's blue eyes were kind.

"Are you alright?" came the soft voice of the stranger from his small lips.

Somehow, Roze felt the ring on his finger clicked lightly

~To be continued

Pretty short (in fact this was the shortest chapter i've ever written), I know, but I'll try to make the next chapter longer, that's if you review, guys! :)