Title: Lunar Knight, Solar Sentry

Pairings: DjangoLita, SabataCarmilla

Word Count: 2750

Type: Crossover Canon AU (Boktai: uhm…oo; /Lunar Knights: just after Margrave Rymer)

Rating: T (for violence, blood, language, and other stuff related to vampire slaying that might come up later if I continue this)

Disclaimer: I don't own Boktai or Lunar Knights. They belong to Konami.

Summary: "Name's Aaron. Pleased to meet you," he quipped cheerfully, and put on his trademark grin. The other boy paused, appearing hesitant at first... but in the end he took the offered hand in his own, smiling as well, and replied: "I'm… Django." [XoverCanonAU

[Rare A/N: Please bear with me, as I have no experience with Boktai, only Lunar Knights. Any helpful info will be accepted gratefully.

Also, a warning: there is lots of scene-jumping in this fanfic. XD;

Chapter 1

Identical Identities

A dark figure stood over the ruined figure of the Margrave, his features shadowed by his cloak in the light of the full moon.

"Im… Impossible!" Rymer hissed, his armor falling to pieces.

"Hmph." The swordsman sheathed his weapon. "So much for your Casket Armor, Margrave." He sneered, looking down his nose at the fallen vampire. "Pathetic... It was hardly a match for my blade."

Rymer growled. "The legendary sword Vanargand… What are you?" he demanded of the cloaked man. "What are you, you who are not a vampire… and yet cannot be human, for you wield the Dark Sword?!"

The man offered him no answer. Instead, he raised his right hand toward the sky— and Rymer roared in fury as he was imprisoned in the casket that fell from it. His enraged screams were quickly muffled by several layers of thick metal.

"Ready to fly, Mrow?"

A jet-black cat fluttered up to the swordsman's shoulder, head tilting to focus on the man's face.

Instead of acknowledging his feline acquaintance, the cloaked vampire hunter continued to look down disdainfully at the Margrave's coffin of a prison. Then, shifting his gaze to the night sky, his one visible eye narrowed against the moonlight. The cat waited for his answer.

Lucian 'humph'ed again, and finally turned to the Terennial at his side.

"Let's go."

A cheerful voice cut into the Laplace's audio system. "Yoo-hoo! Alice reporting! "

"Hey, good job purifying the Margrave! You did it faster than I expected." In a matter of seconds, video feed to match the voice occupied a portion of the screen.

Lucian narrowed his eyes. "Sunflower Girl. What do you want?"

"Hey, I have a name, you know," the rabbit-eared girl replied. "Sheesh…"

"Get to the point, Sunflower Girl."

Lucian narrowed his eye at the mansion looming before him, his brow furrowed. Glancing once more at the paper that he'd scrawled the address of the place on, he stuffed it into a deep pocket in his cloak.

Alice made a noise reminiscent of Lucian's 'humph'. "Well, fine, then. Be that way. Anyhow…

"It turns out that that alchemist you wanted to know about, (Sheridan, wasn't it?), lives in a mansion just northeast of the Margrave's place. Convenient, ne?" Alice appeared rather proud of herself. "I'll give you the address…"

His gaze swept over the building's upper floors and finally came to a rest on the spacious front porch and gate. After a moment of consideration, Lucian made towards his destination.

He made short work of the gate, clearing it in one fleet-footed jump. Landing on the cobblestone path with hardly a thud, he took a second to examine the great double doors that led inside. Fisting a gloved hand, he leant forward to rap his knuckles against the huge wooden entryway.

The door swung inward just as his fingers brushed against the wood.

Lucian hardly had the time to blink. In front of him, a pair of ebony eyes rose to meet his lightly startled expression. "Hello. How may I help you?"

"Crap!"

Aaron ducked behind the shadow of a large crate, heart racing. Please don't see me please d—

The Hound barked sharply, nose twitching, growled, and charged.

"WhoooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAHHHHHH!" A cry of surprise mounting into a full-out yell of terror, the apprentice gunslinger bolted for the nearby stairway. The ferocious creature snapped at his heels, and the brunette forced himself to run faster, else he become mincemeat in its powerful jaws. Charging up the steps, he threw himself at the doorknob.

Locked. They boy felt the blood drain from his face.

"Open! Come on…!" As he wrestled with the unyielding door, The Hound skid to a halt at the base of the steps, barking madly, and Aaron yelped in fear. "Dangit, no! OPEN!"

Finally, with an unholy screech of rusted metal, the door gave way and the brunette fell to the other side. Landing face first with a thud, Aaron scrambled to close the door. Knowing he had no time to pick himself up, he twisted his lower body around and managed to slam the door shut with a well-aimed kick.

The monster began to throw himself at the now closed entry. Pulling himself up into a half-sitting position, Aaron watched the door heave under the weight of the Hound's charge, and his eyes widened with alarm when the metal puckered in a sizable dent.

He nearly collapsed in relief when the growling faded away.

"Aw, man…" Aaron muttered, wiping the cold sweat from his brow with a shaking hand. "That was way too close." Slouching in exhaustion, he exhaled slowly in an attempt to calm himself - his heart was still racing furiously, but the blind panic that had clouded his vision was faster to alleviate. He took the moment of quiet to examine his surroundings.

The area he was in was rather narrow, a hallway-type of place. No monsters in sight, he noticed, to his relief. He really didn't know what he'd do if he got caught by another one of those Hounds. They were powerful, and one of them had more than enough muscle to tear him apart easily-

"Stop it," He chastised himself out loud, smacking himself. Earnest and Kay are counting on me to get all the guild members out of here. I can't let them down.

"I can't let them down," Aaron repeated softly. His usually bright blue-gray eyes dimmed as his thoughts turned to what kind of trouble his fellow guildsmen were getting themselves into… and what kind of trouble he might get himself into…

A piercing scream cut through his moody thoughts.

Aaron bolted to his feet. Another scream issued down the hallway to his right, and he took off without a second thought, mind only focused on that shrill sound. At the end of the passageway he didn't so much throw open the door as he crashed through it. He cleared the threshold without hesitation, ready to face danger— and found himself blinded.

He halted, unable to see. Sunlight! he realized, and threw up an arm to shield his eyes from it. His mind reeled at the foreign warmth on his bare face and arms. So the rumors were true...! The vampire slayer really did liberate part of the ParaSOL.

But first things first. Aaron blinked the stars out of his eyes as best he could, continuing his search through narrowed eyes. His hopes were significantly higher, he admitted to himself; surely if the sun were on their side, the resistance might have an edge on the monsters-

Or so he thought, until he saw the source of the scream.

"Please! Someone help!" The girl was obviously trapped, stuck between the precarious edge of the rooftop and the Skeleton that blocked the only escape.

Aaron dared to run forward as far as he could, stopping only inches from the edge of the next edifice. He inhaled sharply as the girl faltered and tripped, shaking with fear; her feet skid under her but her body fell on solid roof, sparing her a painful fall off the building.

As the undead creature closed in on its prey, Aaron's mind raced - He was too far away to carry out most of the haphazard ideas that came to him. Frustrated, he swallowed back a curse. There was nothing he could do but watch as the skeleton advanced.

His fingers curled into fists, shaking with his anger as he watched the scene unfold. If only…!

"If only I was able to use my gun…" His hand hovered over the device, which hung idly at his waist. Aaron ground his teeth, feeling more useless by the second. "Training's useless if I can't do anything with it!" he yelled, beside himself with the situation at hand- "It's useless! I'M USELESS!"

Oh, shush.

Aaron froze, bewildered. "W… wha…?"

You're making such a racket.

Do you want to help her, or not?

"Of… of course I want to!" the boy yelled into the air, the question effectively curing his slack-jawed-ness at being talked to by a disembodied voice.

Well, then.

Aaron flinched as a bright light suddenly cut into the right side of his field of vision. Abruptly, he realized it was the gun.

His father's gun.

His gun.

He felt as if his heart had skipped a beat. It couldn't be. That power, the light... Without thinking, he drew, raised, leveled, and aimed the Solar Gun— just as he'd done so many times in training… Only it was real this time.

The Solar Gun began to charge. Humming with an energy that hadn't been there before, its solar panels slid into place, and the target lock activated, hovering above the barrel of the gun.

Aaron pulled the trigger.

In a flash of brilliance, the Knight released its first shot in years.

The pale-faced maid looked up at him blankly. "Excuse me, sir?"

"…Ah. I…" The Dark Swordsman recovered rather quickly, but still eyed the maid with a palpable unease. "I apologize. You look… similar to someone I know."

Too similar…

"I see," she monotoned, and Lucian frowned at the faltering tone of her voice. An android?

"I need to see the alchemist Sheridan," he said quickly, changing the subject. The maid, to his great annoyance, shook her head. "Why not?" he demanded.

"Professor Sheridan is currently in the middle of an important experiment. He hopes you will underst—"

"I couldn't care less about what he's doing!" Lucian cut in irritably, "I need to see him!"

The maid, appearing unfazed, stood her ground. Lucian growled. His free hand twitched to the hilt of his sword, a consequence of habit that didn't escape the girl's attention.

"I'll force my way in, if I have to!"

"Sir, I— oh!" She gasped as Lucian forcibly shoved his arm just past her shoulder to reach the door that was still half shut, palm flat against the polished wood. "Sir, I implore you to- Sir!"

He grit his teeth, and pushed. The great wooden door heaved on its hinges, slowly at first but with increasing velocity. Lucian increased the force, being as impatient as he was. When it was two-thirds of the way open, he rushed past the android maid, shoving her to the thick carpet— more roughly than intended.

Muttering an apology to the stunned girl before heading into the interior of the mansion, Lucian threw open the second pair of double doors at the other end of the ward.

There was a mighty crash and a clatter of laboratory equipment. Lucian's gaze spanned most of the room before coming to rest on a middle-aged, graying man, who was at the moment cowering against a pile of freshly fallen books and what looked like archaic electronic equipment. "Who's there?!"

Lucian ignored the shaken inquiry. "Sheridan, I presume?" he barked.

The man perked at the sound of his name, wiry frame tensing. "You… You're the Dark Swordsman Lucian," he gasped, finally recognizing the intruder's figure. At this Lucian paused, letting the man go on. It never hurt to know where his reputation stood in terms of vagueness. The vaguer, the better.

Sheridan did go on. "And your sword…" The lavender-haired boy watched with some amount of amusement as the scientist glanced with wide eyes at the infamous weapon sheathed on his back. "The Dark Sword Vanargand!"

So they'd shed some light on his sword's identity after all, Lucian mused. People these days… it seemed as if they lived in and of shadows; whispers and secrets replacing spoken dialect and speech as the preferred way of communication. The vampires' ceaseless night probably added to their retreat to the surreptitious and more shrewd of things.

Pulling himself out of his thoughts, Lucian pulled his sword from its place on his back (to the poor fellow's alarm) and stabbed it into the wood of the lab floor, effectively fixing it vertically immobile in the ground. He crossed his arms.

There was no mincing words. The Legendary Swordsman spoke bluntly, his visible eye narrowing down at the man: "I need to become stronger, alchemist Sheridan."

"You're going to help me."

Yes! Aaron thought triumphantly, watching the single point of radiance tear through the air; it was aimed perfectly at the offending Ghoul. The shot was perfect; it just simply couldn't miss, and would easily fell the undead monster with that one hit. The girl would be safe…

The suddenly, to his surprise and horror, aforementioned girl picked herself up from where she had fallen and began to flee again— running unknowingly into the path of the bullet.

Eyes widening in panic, Aaron did the only thing he could do:

"LOOK OUT!"

At that moment, everything seemed to slow.

Bewildered, the girl halted…

…her head turned, ever so slowly…

…the bulled neared its destination, and she found herself in the line of fire…

…Aaron watched in shock and dread as her eyes widened in terrified realization…

…and his mouth opened in a single cry of dismay, synonymous with her scream of fear.

"NO!"

As if on cue, a red-and-tan blur came hurling in from the left, tackling the young girl down even as she was still screaming. They both landed heavily near the right edge of the building and continued to roll. Aaron pulled his eyes away from watching them come to a halt barely inches from the building roof and turned just in time to see the gunshot strike the Ghoul full-on, literally ripping it off its feet and reducing it to ashes where it stood.

Aaron gawked only for a second; quickly pulling himself to his senses, he dashed to the flight of stairs that led to the rooftop where the girl had landed.

"Hey," he called, "Hey, miss! Are you okay?!" Unwilling to waste any time, Aaron jumped the railing on the side of the staircase and, landing neatly on the fifth step, bounded up two steps at a time.

He froze with one foot on the roof.

The stranger that had rescued the girl knelt there, on the opposite side of the building. Gently, he set her down on her feet. The girl looked up at him gratefully, but with a flicker of confusion at the unfamiliar face. Then the boy stood and dusted himself off, and turned to leave— only to find someone staring at him.

Aaron didn't know what to make of this guy.

His hair was the most blonde he had ever seen, rival to Bea's own fair gold locks. The outfit he donned was reminiscent of a Guild Gunslinger's, complete with netting sleeves; however the general design appeared several decades old. A bandanna of sorts sat on his hairline, effectively sweeping back most of the boy's hair from his light grey eyes. As he continued staring at the stranger, he noticed several emotions flitting over his face at nearly the same time— first, a trace of surprise, then wariness at a potential foe…confusion as he scrutinized his appearance, relief at finding an ally, and finally—

Acceptance.

Sabata wasn't having the best of nights.

First, he'd awoken in a completely unfamiliar place— to find himself surrounded by a mob of Bok. The resulting tussle had cost him mobility in his right arm and most of his energy and time to fend off. Next, he'd been assaulted by a large ball of slime, and by the time he had escaped from the thing it had managed to poison him. Badly.

Damn…Where's Django? Sabata couldn't help but worry about his younger brother. He'd seen neither hair nor scarf of the Solar Boy all night… and from what recollections he'd been able to piece together from before his apparent blackout, that wasn't a good thing. Besides, he needed some sunscreen, fast.

The Dark Boy blinked his bleary crimson eyes repeatedly; no matter how much he squinted or rubbed or tried to focus his eyes, they refused to see properly. As an added bonus, his energy was dangerously low. And with his gun arm down…

Sabata growled in frustration.

Lifting his bandanna'ed head to look up at the fading night sky, he grimaced at the faint light rising from the east.

"This poison better wear off soon or I'll fry," Sabata muttered to himself grumpily, with a touch of agitation. He couldn't help but admit to himself, as sad as it seemed to him, that he indeed wished Django was there with him.

Little brothers were such nuisances.

Might as well introduce himself, Aaron decided. He didn't look much like a potential enemy, and besides— he could be a Guild member. That last fact alone was enough to make him feel obliged to help out the other boy.

His mind resolved, Aaron wasted no time walking to where the boy and the little girl were; at this movement the blonde boy turned to face his quickly nearing figure, gaze fixated on the approaching brunette. Once there, Aaron thrust a gloved hand at the stranger, and put on his trademark grin. The other blinked wary eyes at the offered hand. Aaron said cheerily, "Name's Aaron. What's your's?"

The other gunslinger paused, appearing hesitant at first; but in the end he took the hand in his own, smiling as well, and replied:

"I'm… Django."

A/N:

Ghouls are the Lunar Knight counterpart of Boks in Boktai. Of course, Sabata doesn't know this, so of course he refers to them as Boks; Aaron or Lucian on the other hand, would them Ghouls. But all you smart people already knew that. :D
…I just realized how much of a chatter I made Toasty into. Plus, I horribly butchered his opening/intro lines. Hm… I just hope I didn't make him too OOC. oo;

This is a pretty good beginning chapter for a fanfiction. It's too bad I have no idea where this is going. XD;

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