"Princess Crossover"

Prologue: Looming Moon

It was one of those nights; those rare, normal nights. A night in which the citizens of Sasanaki City could sleep soundly without hearing strange noises coming from the unmistakably menacing mansion on the hill. Clouds covered the moon, and great fog banks rolled down the mountain pass.

But as the midnight hour came and went, the clouds parted and slipped away, letting the moon shine through unhindered. It should have been nearly full, but instead it was crescent, and much bigger and closer-looking than it had ever been before. The moon looked alive, like a face in profile. One maniacal, cartoony eye stared down at the city, and it had a leering smile filled with huge square teeth. If you look hard enough, you could see a thin trickle of blood move over it's teeth, slide down the curve, and drip silently off the tip.

A dot appeared in the distance, growing steadily as it flew in front of the moon. It was a black-haired boy on a rocket-powered skateboard, a gun shining in each hand. He had a look of grim determination blazing within his yellow eyes. He flew ahead of the group, scanning the horizon for danger. Far below, the rest of the team struggled to keep up with Death the Kid. You could just make out a flash of blue as Black*Star rushed haphazardly through the woods, ignoring Tsubaki's cries for him to slow down. The impressive dark arm managed to keep up with her hyperactive Meister even in her restrictive clothing. They had left the motorcycle far behind and headed straight through the trees. Soul and Maka were the only ones actually on the road as they approached the city. Crona sat in the sidecar, arms wrapped tightly around himself with his face hidden from the wind.

"This town has a creepy vibe... Very cool," Soul said, grinning over at Maka.

Crona peeked out. "I...I don't think I know how to deal with creepy."

Maka sighed hopelessly. Crona never showed any real signs of progress. Still, she managed to compose herself and put on a reassuring smile. "Crona, you're fine. You come from Shibusen; you deal with creepy all the time, right Meister?"

Crona nodded, unconvinced, and ducked down again as Ragnarok oozed lazily out of his back. He had grown some in the last few years, and was almost back to his original size. Thankfully, the black-blooded weapon was recovering much better than his host/Meister and had lost the worst of his aggressiveness, though he could never quite kick the habit of picking on Crona. He crossed his arms and turned in a slow circle, surveying the scenery as it flashed by with an excited look on his face-if he had a mouth, he would be grinning, too.

"I'm smelling monsters all over the place!" he shouted, noisily sniffing at the wind. He blinked then frowned. "...But most of the scents are stale." He was obviously disappointed, and began pulling half-heartedly at Crona's messy pink hair.

Soul nodded. "The reports Death was getting from Sasanaki are pretty serious. There are some hardcore uglies lurking around here...But for some reason they don't stick around very long."

"So we're not here to eat souls?" Ragnarok whined, absently punching Crona's head. Crona didn't flinch, but instead focused intently on keeping his eyes shut and ignoring the immature little devil.

"Sure we will. But we're mostly here to see what happens to them all, and why they come in the first place."

Suddenly Maka, who had been quiet for the majority of the ride, spoke up. "Stop the bike, Soul... I'm picking up a really weird wavelength. I need to focus on it."

Soul said nothing, but pulled off the pass and into the forest before he cut the engine, watching Maka as the rumbling faded away. Maka closed her eyes as she concentrated, silently honing in on the suspicious wavelength.

Not even a minute had passed before Black*Star appeared from the bushes ahead of them, stepping out of the creepers with Tsubaki in tow. He crossed his oddly well-muscled arms and eyed the silent group, foot tapping impatiently.

Suddenly, Maka opened her eyes and turned her head sharply. "Found it!"

"Well what's up? Somebody tell the the big man what Maka was looking for!" Black*Star shouted obnoxiously, jabbing a finger at Maka with flaring nostrils.

Every head turned to Black*Star and they all shouted together. "Shut up, you idiot!"


~Scene Change: Inside the Mansion~

Riza paced restlessly on the balcony, ears twitching, hands shoved into her pockets. She kept glancing at the moon, which sent chills down her spine. She had been up for hours now, pacing for the majority of the time. She couldn't shake the dark foreboding crawling into her mind, and every time she thought she could ignore it, the moon would flash her a devilish wink.

"Pull yourself together. It's just another night at the Royal's mansion," she said to herself, anxiously running a hand through her short red hair as she crossed the floor yet again.

She slowed then stopped, looking out into the blackness. She could smell it; that damn vampire showing up where she wasn't wanted again. Riza groaned and leaned back against the railing, watching Reiri take shape in the early morning darkness.

"Morning, mutt," Reiri called cheerfully, floating down to sit daintily on the railing. "Are you being a good guard dog or did Hime throw you outside for climbing on the bed?"

"Shut up. I couldn't sleep is all."

"You poor thing...Is it 'cause the moon is out? You dogs are so weird about the moon." Reiri stuck out her tongue, ducking slightly to avoid the tea cup Riza hurled at her head. She smiled and hopped down, strolling casually up to Riza, who in turn growled and glared at her. "Hime is going to be mad about that tea cup. Be a good puppy and go fetch it for me."

"Back off already. I'm sick of you picking fights all the time," Riza spat. The werewolf halfbreed leaned forward, her golden eyes shining at the prospect of a fight.

The vampire feigned innocence, holding up a delicate hand to her mouth. "I don't pick fights! It's just your violent nature. I mean, nobody else wants to fight with me. In fact they all love me, and I treat them the same way as I do you." She paused, turning away for a moment to contemplate the nightscape. She giggled daintily —Which, in Riza's opinion, was a disgustingly sweet sound— before continuing. "...It must be those animal instincts of yours. Violent beasts should be put down before they harm somebody, you know."

Riza said nothing, but turned and walked back into the mansion, leaving the door open behind her. Reiri hesitated a while, frowning, but soon followed her in, down the stairs, and out the front door.


"Something's coming. You can tell, huh Hime?" Riza mused, turning to the sound of footsteps coming down the grand staircase. The beautiful teenage princess walked out to join them, her red eyes looking dull from lack of sleep. She crossed her arms and looked out at the moon, tapping her chin thoughtfully.

"Good evening, Hime-sama. What are you doing out of bed?" Reiri said, bowing graciously.

"I've got the same feeling that's bothering Riza. I don't like the looks of that moon."

Riza shrugged. "So what should we do?"

"May as well stay awake now; I'm certain we'll have visitors soon," Hime responded, flipping back her yellow hair as though the situation made no difference to her. "Flandre should be finished charging before the hour's up."

"Are Hiro or Sawawa awake, too?"

"I'm not sure. They're humans, after all. Their instincts for danger aren't as sharp as yours," Hime said, smiling slightly as she turned back to the house. "But if Sawawa-san is awake, have her bring me tea. I'll be out on the porch enjoying the stars."

She left the two girls standing outside, awkwardly avoiding looking at one another. After a few minutes of the uncomfortable silence, Reiri finally spoke.

"I'm going back to bed, then. Be a good dog and watch the house."

Riza turned, surprised. "But Hime just said we should stay awake! What the hell do you think you're doing not listening to her?"

Reiri smiled snidely, already floating back inside. "Whatever happens, you can always wake me up. Good-night!"

"That lazy vampire bitch..." Reiri growled, and leaned back against the door.


A/N: Okay, it took forever, but I finally let my precious prologue go...I know I have finals in two weeks, but instead of studying I'm going to work on the story over the weekend ^^T

Um, I guess review, even though nothing really happened. 'Cause that'd be nice. Er...I love these two series, and I just had to stick 'em together. What do you want to see? Shall they team up against some other threat or have a bloody war to destroy one another? Oh, the fun I shall have with the massacres I have in store for you! !