Author's notes: I do not own Valvrave the Liberator (aka Kakumeiki Valvrave) or any parts of it. You can say I'm writing this because I need closure;]
Prologue
Third Galactic Empire Era, Year 0, 3 days after World Uncovering
The man stood in the corner of the small, dimly lit room. He had waited there, motionless and expressionless, for the past five minutes. The window on the opposite side had the curtains shut, despite it being evening. It was a bit unusual, but then again, everything was for the past few days, to a certain extent also weeks or months. If anything bothered the man, he was showing no signs of it.
Between him and the window there was a space, 3 meters wide and 4 meters long. It was difficult to discern the colour of the walls, but it seemed like some sort of blue. A single shelf full of books and files, a few framed pictures hanging here and there, details impossible to make out in this lighting, and a desk. A huge, oak desk like the ones you've seen in old movies or politic addresses. This piece of furniture almost screamed "important person".
And yet, the person sitting behind it in a dark brown leather armchair, didn't seem to be comfortable with this setting and the message it sent. Perhaps due to this, the desk had a rather messy appearance. Piles of documents stacking on the remaining free space, unoccupied by writing utensils, the keyboard, mouse or the monitor. The person sitting at that desk gave the impression of a clerk, whom was bestowed with fancy furniture against her will.
But she wasn't a clerk. Despite the fact that she subconsciously try to temper it down, she was an important person. The woman was resting her head on her palms, her elbows supported by the chair's arms. She took a deep breath and finally spoke.
"I'm sorry to have asked for you at such short notice and so late. Unfortunately, this is the only chance for me to see you in the foreseeable future with enough time to spare." She paused, collecting her thoughts and the words that have been running around her head for the past few days. Words she just needed to say aloud. "Please, tell me everything you know. Everything that happened. I want to know the truth". The brown-haired woman looked at the grey-haired man with her green, swollen eyes. He in turn made a step forward, moving into the light that showed his faint violet irises. He opened his mouth and started to talk. He continued all night, with her not interrupting him in a single instance. After he finished, she asked questions. Many of them. From time to time, she would tear up and let out a quiet sob. But only that. She knew despairing wouldn't help. She was an adult, despite having the body of a girl. He was a man, despite having the body of a boy. It wasn't their fault. Life simply made them that way.