Disclaimer: Rosario + Vampire and Bokuen! Iczer-3 are not my creations. I don't own them, make no claims to them, and make no profit from this fan fiction. No infringement of copyright is intended. In other words, please don't sue.

Kano Nagisa took a long drag off her cigarette.

She enjoyed the burning sensation in her lungs. Not that it did any sort of real damage, but the temperature difference between the warmer smoke and the cold air outside felt nice.

Slowly, she let the smoke spill out of her mouth. If she had a mirror in front of her Nagisa was sure she would've looked like some sort of mythical beast belching flames from the scalding fires within her being.

Then again she wasn't a dragon, although in some ways it would've been fun to think so.

Another pull off the cancer stick, as she watched the bartenders, waiters and waitresses bustle in the small storage, prep and cleaning area of the club. There were glasses to clean, drinks to pour, and assorted crap to throw out.

Nagisa could've smoked inside but she wanted a bit of fresh air away from the club while they were in-between sets.

She always found it amusing when she heard someone use the expression "Those things'll kill ya."

Such a quaint expression. To think little pieces of plants rolled up in refined plants could kill. Well at least kill her. Humans had such funny little ways of looking at things.

Then again would the old Nagisa have thought the same about her smoking?

Would Yoriko?

Nagisa's expression darkened, her perpetual frown further deepening.

Had it really been so long? How many years? Dimensions? Realities? Universes?

It had been a while since she felt either of their presences.

Of anyone's really.

Ever since everyone had all died on that Earth. The both of them.

Nagisa... Yoriko...

She felt a slight burning sensation on her hand where the cigarette's ember had hit her skin. It didn't really hurt at all. She stared at the skin where the ember touched noticing there wasn't a single burn. If she'd really been human it would have hurt quite a bit, but for Nagisa it was a minor irritant.

Considering she'd survived stars going nova and escaped from the event horizon of black holes a cigarette burn was almost as painful as pushing her finger against a paperclip that some people would open to use in resetting their phones or other equipment.

Even with this gentle pain, which was supposed to be some sort of reminder she was alive, Nagisa still felt dead inside.

Countless places she'd gone searching and she hadn't found Nagisa or Yoriko. She couldn't feel their essences across the lightyears or pocket dimensions.

Where they really lost to her?

"Ini-chan..."

Nagisa could still hear the both of them calling her nickname, back when she still called herself an Iczer, before she decided on taking one of their names in some desperate way to remember.

To remember everything they were. To never forget anything. Sometimes she swore she could see still see them.

See their smiles, smell their scents.

Feel their love.

Nagisa felt her eyes moisten and a choked sound escaped her lips. She covered her mouth in an attempt to stop another sob from sliding out.

"Nagisa... Yoriko... Dammit, why did Neos Gold even bring me back? This hurts too damned much..."

"Nagisa?"

Tossing the burned out cigarette, Nagisa brought her hand up and quickly wiped her eyes before turning around to see her bass player walking out of the club's backdoor. Her long, black hair swishing back and forth as she got close to Nagisa.

Quickly hiding the evidence of her depression she sniffed. "What's up, Sae-chan?"

The other woman smiled softly. She had such a nice smile and a beautiful face. And those green eyes. They came from the European side of her family Sae had mentioned once when they were out drinking.

"You're crying again, aren't you?"

No, no, no. Please don't ask me...

Nagisa coughed and straightened herself up. "Nah, I'm fine."

"Really? Sure didn't look like it."

"Yeah, I'm fine. So what did you want?"

Nagisa hoped the topic deflection worked and for a moment it looked like Sae was going to continue her line of questioning, but she relented.

"Well, it was time for our next set, rest of the Fury's getting ready. Thought I'd come and get ya since I you said you were gonna smoke."

"Ok, gimme a sec. I'll be there."

The other woman nodded and disappeared back into the club.

Nagisa sighed. Time to get back to earning a living.

#

Nagisa walked inside and made her way back on stage.

The rest of her bandmates waited, running through whatever pre-set ritual they had. Nagisa saw Sae had her bass in her hands and gave Nagisa a smile.

Still feeling the emotional turmoil from before, she couldn't help but smile at the other woman's antics as she picked up her own Gibson SG Standard. "Cute, very cute, Sae-chan."

"I aim to please," replied Sae, giving Nagisa a raspberry.

Nagisa chuckled, a smile once more on her lips as she strode up to the mic.

"Alright you, bastards, are you ready for more!?"

The club was a small place, with only room for about a hundred people and it was standing room only for their performance. Nagisa head the crowd roar and holler at them, waving their arms around looking like a bunch of leather and jean clad sardines. With her enhanced senses she could pick a strong stench of life coming from them, liberally infused with cigarettes, beer and liquor.

"Alright, let's go!"

Their drummer Akito started the beat and quickly Nagisa tore into her first riff, the sound distorting off the walls of the club, shortly joined in by Sae on bass and Keiko on the rhythm guitar. Toshiro backed them up on his synth rig.

Crimson Fury started at full volume and kept blasting their guitar-heavy rock. Some had said they sounded something like a mixture of heavy metal and some of the older rock from the 70's and 80's when music actually had notes and wasn't full of grunge crap.

Nagisa hadn't been around for those times, not at least on this Earth, but she had heard enough of the music from that time to know she liked it.

It touched a chord in her soul. One she felt being plucked as she screamed her lyrics onstage, thrashing her lead guitar to Akito's drums.

The crowd fed back as much energy as she put out, yelling, gyrating, and dancing against each other to their music.

It was the closest to feeling something for Nagisa. These small stretches of music and vibrancy filling the gaping holes in her soul. Or at least she'd like to think she had soul. Yoriko kept telling her she had a soul, but Nagisa wasn't sure. Especially with all the blood on her hands from her time with both Big and Neos Gold.

Nagisa put even more into her voice as her screams reached a fevered pitch. As if doing so would push her dark thoughts back, giving her some respite.

But always never lasted for long.

As soon as the song was over, Nagisa flipped her head back, raising her right arm to the sky, her long, bright, red hair wet from her exertion flipping about spraying those nearby with a fine mist of sweat.

Normal people would've been grossed out, but the crazy people in the front were there to see Crimson Fury's tsundere red head screaming at the heavens and baring her soul in a raw explosion of emotions.

It was one of the only things she was good at. Expressing her rage. That's what she was created for. An angry reflection of a sister who fought for everyone.

She was just a cheap copy. Not quite good enough to succeed her sister, but sure good enough for people to forget as soon as they walked out of the club.

Over and over again.

It didn't matter what she did, how she tried, eventually everyone left.

I hate this... I don't want to do this any more...I just want to find them again... I just want to hold them...

Right then, something broke within her. What happened next, she couldn't stop. It just came out. All of it. The years, decades of repressed feelings needing to get out. Nagisa's psyche let go of what had been boiling for a long time.

Nagisa yelled at the crowd, her visceral scream reaching the very back of the club. Everyone roared in response to her thinking it was part of the show, but out of the corner of her eye she saw Sae's eyes widen.

Along with her voice, a strong mental scream surged outward, washing over everything and everyone. It was a mental beacon to anyone and everyone who felt it, as she shared the pain within her.

She used to send out a milder version of this whenever she appeared in a new reality, trying to find anyone which could respond, but it had been a decades since she had done it. Nagisa had stopped doing it when she hadn't felt anything coming back. Ever since she lost the ones she loved she hadn't felt a reply at all. She stopped when it seemed there was no one there who could respond.

Nagisa was alone in this universe, no in all the universes, across all the dimensions and realities. There was no one left for her except maybe her sisters but she had long since lost track of them in her travels.

She didn't care anymore. All of the darkness inside started to overwhelm people as her cry blew outward over the entire world, bleeding into space as a single, strong scream.

People grabbed their heads and yelled in pain, some even fainting at the cosmic power of the scream as it flowed through them.

All over Earth and beyond, people who were mentally sensitive were bombarded by the massive mental burst. It was like getting hit by truck, the intensity, the pain behind it. None of them had ever felt such a depth of sorrow and loneliness as whomever had cried out.

Those who could erect their defenses did so, those who couldn't quickly lost consciousness.

Nagisa finally stopped when she saw everyone in the club was on the floor. She swayed where she stood, numb and stunned from expelling her anguish.

It should have helped. It should have been like lifting a great weight off of her.

All it did was make her feel numb and empty.

"What've I done?"

Then she felt something.

It was an answer to her scream of anger, despair, loneliness and pain. A warmth she had almost forgotten from so long ago. Nagisa felt the concern and worry coming across. It was no where near as strong as her's but it didn't need to be. The feelings that came across brought tears to her eyes.

Nagisa could never forget what it was. Someone who was compatible with her mind.

Someone she could synchronize with.

A partner.

And they were here. On this particular Earth in all the realities out there.

Not caring who could've seen her, Nagisa floated off the floor and teleported outside to the roof of a building as she scanned the Tokyo skyline. Searching for where the mental reply came from. For where her new partner would be.

As she looked, she felt something tugging at her consciousness. Almost like a compulsion drawing her toward somewhere.

Nagisa had no intention of ignoring the strengthening sensation.

Shifting her Gibson SG Standard to her back, Nagisa sheathed herself in energy and blasted forward.

#

"Ugh, what the hell was that?"

Kurono Kurumu opened her eyes and blinked trying to get her surroundings in focus. She had almost slid out of her seat in the gymnasium during the opening ceremony. All around her, students had either fainted or they were in shock.

The mental attack hit while Headmaster Mikogami had been giving his induction speech to the new incoming class.

#

Kurumu was tuning out the boring speech and instead looked over the male population of the new class. From what she could see there weren't any standouts. Sure there were a couple sorta cute ones, but nothing to write home to mother about.

Ah well, I just need to go through them all then. One of them's gotta be my Destined One after all, right?

As she had started thinking about who would be first on her harem hit list, it was then she felt the piercing mental scream slam into her mind.

It wasn't like anything else she had ever experienced. Her mom always used telepathy to talk to her around the house and she had been in people's dreams as well as reading surface memories and planting suggestions, but they were nothing like this.

The scream was one of deep anguish. Of a long held pain as it came in waves, crashing into the mental barriers Kurumu usually had up. She tried to do her best to shore them up but it threatened to blast through if she didn't do something.

Around her students who didn't have any powers of the mind were falling over or screaming themselves. Even the facility weren't immune, some of the teachers were also on the floor. The only one still standing was the Headmaster and his own glowing eyes were squinting in concentration.

Kurumu wasn't gonna last much longer. There had to be something she could do.

It was then she realized something. The scream, it was as much a question as it was psychic yell. Almost like it was searching for something, Kurumu just needed to know what.

Taking a risk, Kurumu cracked open her mental walls and let the emotions behind the scream flow in.

She took in a deep breath as strong despair and loneliness hit her psyche. Of love long lost and the pain associated with never finding anyone who would truly know you. So alone, such a dead feeling inside. Not feeling worth anyone's love or affection. There was also an undercurrent of restrained rage permeating the mental outburst.

Kurumu choked back a sob as she cried. She knew these weren't her tears but someone else's. A person so hurt and damaged that it seemed they just finally snapped and were giving up.

Oh God, so horrible.

While others sometimes accused her of being a shallow person, or even a bit vapid, there's one thing Kurumu would never do and that was leave someone in so much pain. Even if she couldn't do much she just had to try something.

The scream had finally died out, as if the person had just run out of air from their lungs. With the onslaught stopped, Kurumu focused on the origin of the scream. It wasn't nearby but it didn't seem too far off either. Hopefully she could reach them.

Kurumu dropped her mental walls, leaving herself completely open as she put as much power she could into it and pushed out warmth and affection to whomever had screamed.

She answered with as many strong, positive emotions as she could. If she could only meet this person, maybe she could help them get past whatever it was that hurt them so much.

Maybe she could be their friend.

#

Kurumu stood from her seat as she noticed students were also getting up.

"Is everyone alright?"

The Headmaster was trying to rally the faculty and calm some of the students down. Kurumu could hear some of the girls and boys sobbing as well as some other students still looking overwhelmed. The emotional onslaught being too much for them to take.

Kurumu sighed. She hoped whomever had unleashed that scream hadn't done so knowingly.

Before anyone could answer the Headmaster, a sudden flash of light happened in the air in front and above of Kurumu. It wasn't so bright as to blind her but it was rather unexpected. There was a shimmering in the air and then a yellowish light flickered into existence for a blink of an eye before resolving itself into a woman.

She wasn't sure what surprised her more, the fact there was woman who had appeared from nowhere and was floating ten feet off the floor of the gym or what she looked like.

The woman was beautiful, with harsh but elegant features. She was tall, at about 170cm (5ft 10in) in height with thin, long legs and an athletic build. The woman had long red hair which seemed to fan out behind her as she floated above Kurumu and reached all the way down to past her butt to reach the back of her knees with two thin strips of hair in front of her ears. Her eyes were the same brilliant red as her hair.

But the most outstanding thing had to be her outfit.

The redhead wore what was best described as a rocker outfit with a black leather jacket, dark blue miniskirt and a black t-shirt with the words "Crimson Fury" on it. Complementing the outfit were a pair of fingerless gloves and thigh-high black leather boots. Completing the picture was a cherry wood electric guitar slung on her back.

What the hell?

The effect would have really been impressive if it wasn't for the teary expression in her eyes as she stared at Kurumu.

"Yo...Yoriko-chan?"

"W.. Who?"

Kurumu felt a barely restrained joy from the woman when she dropped to the floor in front of her and in a single motion the redhead tightly embraced her.

Caught off guard, Kurumu stiffened in the taller woman's arms as she heard her whisper over and over again.

"I found you, I finally found you again. Yoriko, my Yoriko. Please don't leave me again."

Kurumu did the only thing she could and embraced the redheaded rocker back.

"Both of you, my office... NOW."

Author's Notes: With the lack of Iczer fan fics here (I mean, hell, it doesn't even have a category) I figured that I would try and place Iczer-2 into an universe that I enjoyed quite a bit: Rosario + Vampire.

Now, this first chapter is an experiment, but I do plan on moving forward with this and see where the story takes me. Any feedback or reviews would be appreciated so that I know what I am doing wrong or right. Flames, of course, will be ignored.

As you can probably guess, there will be some Yuri relationships in this fic because, duh, Iczers. But it won't be the over reaching parts of it. Also, something to mention, Iczer-2 was the only Iczer in Hirano's canon that had a *MALE* partner, so keep that in mind as you read.

And yes, Iczer-2 will pretty much be the most powerful monster on campus (yeah destroying planets and solar systems will do that for ya), but this is not a uber-power destroy sort of fic and as you can see Iczer-2 is more interested in leading a somewhat normal life.

Lastly, this fic is the spiritual successor to my other Iczer fanfic, Normality Squared. Either way, I hope you all enjoy it!