Title: Lunar Knight, Solar Sentry

Pairings: DjangoLita, SabataCarmilla, LucianEllen

Word Count: 2157

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)

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

[A/N This chapter is dedicated to our favorite two Lunar boys. Hooray:D


Chapter 3

Large, round glasses shone briefly as they were adjusted.

"Had a rough day?"

Lucian snorted, but didn't dignify the question with a reply. He took a sip of his drink instead, the glass held easily between the tips of his fingers and his gaze lowered well below eye level of the bustling inside the bar. Thoughtful brooding came easily to the Dark Swordsman. As did ignoring his surroundings.

Laughter and high spirits punctuated the usual pub din. Smiles alighted on the tenants' faces as they shared gossip and news of their lives; smiles that lit up the once dim and melancholy atmosphere of the tavern, just as the newly restored sun and its light shone new hope on the lives of the people of Acuna. Another hearty guffaw escaped the throat of a frequent patron, the vulpid beside him and several other people enjoying their spare time together— as the prospect of a vampire-free future now actually seemed like a possible outcome for their planet.

Amidst all of this, Lucian kept a downcast face, absorbed in his own thoughts and musings, oblivious to and uncaring of the hope he'd inadvertently given to those around him. It was all wonderfully ironic: in fact, at the moment he looked downright angry.

The Information Broker smiled to herself. Typical Lucian.

"So…" the rabbit-eared girl began slowly, grinning brazenly at the teen across the table. Leaning back on her seat, she asked, "What is it you want to ask of moi today?"

Nero inclined his head, expression an interesting repertoire of annoyance and smugness. A crimson wing stretched, then returned to its place. "Just looking for updates. Any new information?" he queried. Lucian declined to say anything.

"Nothing much, I don't think…" she trailed, her fake— or so she claimed— rabbit ears bouncing as she dipped her head in thought. After a moment, though, she started and snapped her fingers. A sly grin spread over her face as she leaned forward. "Actually… there is something."

"Did you check out the Gate of Binding yet? Apparently one of the emblems started glowing a few hours ago. The red one." The Broker paused, a single finger on her chin indicating wondering thought. "Strange, don't you think? I wonder why…?" she asked, a coy, inquisitive pout just barely visible on her lower lip.

Nero smiled, baring pointed teeth that denied her unspoken vie for information. "Ah… I thought so. Yes, strange indeed,"he added, and said no more; the Broker huffed and sat back in her seat, her attempt successfully halted.

Finally for the first time that night, Lucian's uncovered eye flickered up at the girl, frowning questioningly under furrowed eyebrows. Right hand still grasping his now empty glass, he turned to Nero and asked, "…what do you mean?"

Nero turned a now completely smug eye at his human companion. "I needed… confirmation," he intoned lazily. Lucian's frown deepened as he recognized the repeat of his own words. The black cat grinned.

"Let's go."

Lip still curved in a faux-pout, the Info Broker sniffed and crossed her arms as Lucian stood up to leave. "Oh, fine. Keep your info to yourself," she grouched. When the duo showed no acknowledgement, she added, "I'll find out sooner or later, you know!"

To her surprise and amazement, Lucian actually paused to cock his head in her direction, a smirk just barely visible on his face. "Then why spoil the fun of the surprise?" he asked snidely, and turned right around again; leaving the girl gape-jawed in indignation.

"Lucian! You…! That's not— that's not fair!" she stuttered. As the door of the tavern slammed shut she huffed in her seat, annoyed and flustered.

"You and your stupid one-line comebacks."


Sabata heaved himself forward, attempting again to ignore the pain that shot through his right arm. Finally after a time he grit his teeth, and blinked his crimson eyes wearily, preparing to take another step forward. Another sharp, throbbing pain attacked the same arm.

At least I'm feeling something in the arm, he thought sarcastically. Pain meant his right arm was injured, but not dead. Which was a good thing. Usually.

Having found shelter in a narrow alleyway, the Dark Boy had managed to spend the majority of the day hidden from the rays of the sun, tucked away in a corner of the brick and concrete of the foreign city. Once darkness had fallen and the sunlight faded enough for him to wander, the first thing he done had been to escape the city boundaries, away from the shadows. There were too many corners to be jumped at and too many hiding places for monsters.

Currently he trudged through a lightly forested area, enough moonlight coming down on the worn path to keep him sufficiently energized, and enough cover from trees that, in the case he was trapped in daytime, he could survive with minimal damage.

He didn't expect much outside the city limits. A place infested with so many monsters would only have more monsters outside of it… so of course he was surprised, and slightly annoyed, when he ran into a solid brick wall.

Grimacing, Sabata paused before the obstacle. The strike to his head, though light at best, had sent painful waves through his skull. Spots danced in his eyes; he closed them, leaving himself in darkness.

Before he could fully reorient himself, he lurched on his feet— forward, unfortunately. Having enough mind to immediately throw himself backwards, so not to fall face first into the brick again, Sabata quickly found himself on his back in the grass with an even more painful blow resonating through his head.

He lay there, half his mind aware and cursing his pitiful condition, the other still reeling from the pain. Soon enough, the latter half won out, collapsing his will to go on and enticing him to a dangerous sleep.

Maybe the last thing that the quickly fading, awake portion of this mind thought was that— out in the middle of nowhere, lying next to a wall that, for all he knew, could stretch for miles— there was a very likely chance that he wouldn't wake up from the sleep that was creeping up on him now, until much, much later… maybe until it was too late.

Maybe. Or maybe not. He couldn't remember the rest. He couldn't remember anything anymore.

Sabata's mind soon closed to the pain and slowly folded in on itself, into the dark black of his consciousness. Oblivion shrouded him. There was no telling when he would wake up again.

For the first time in his life, the Dark Boy found himself afraid at the concept of a truly eternal night.


The Gate of Binding loomed close to the sky, its shadow casting an even darker shade of ebony over its already dark surroundings. Four seals' emblems reflected what little moonlight made it to their worn, glassy surfaces. Only one glowed a soft, vivid red.

Like the red of fire.

Ursula inspected the lighted seal, her own energy humming with the same ethereal light. Nero peered just over her shoulder. Lucian waited on the ground below them, occasionally glancing at the two Terrenials hovering at the seals. He fidgeted, as waiting wasn't something he was really good at— not really, anyway.

After a time, the Terrenial of Flame leant away from the glowing emblem. "Yep," she confirmed, "It's 'cause of me, alright. This thing's glowing because you freed me from the Margrave. Looks to me, Nero," she went on, turning to her companion, "like you'll be needing the other three Terrenials to get this Gate open."

"It appears that way to me also," Nero purred. Ursula nodded, and they began their descent to report their findings to Lucian.

"What did you find?" Lucian asked straightaway. Nero dropped onto the teen's shoulder, flexing tired wings. Ursula hovered close by.

"There's no way to get around it. The walls are too high, and most likely well-guarded on the inside; that fact aside, the Gate is nigh impenetrable by force." Nero spoke directly. Lucian swore under his breath.

"Anything else?"

Here Nero sniffed, looking up to regard the Gate's massive figure again. "The four seals are locked with the power of the Terennials. We'll need the other three in order to open the Gate." He swiveled around to focus his pointed gaze at the boy again. "There is no other way, Lucian."

"They're most likely trapped in other vampires' casket armor, like I was," Ursula added. "It won't be easy getting them."

"..Damn." Lavender locks slid back to reveal his agitation as Lucian looked up at the Gate. A scowl bent his brow into a furrow, and his one eye scrutinized its surface as if, just by glaring, he could somehow burn a way through the layers of metal.

But alas, no such thing happened; Lucian dropped his gaze, returning his attention to his immediate surroundings and situation.

"Tell Sunflower Girl to look up info on Casket Armor," he instructed Nero, who nodded sharply. His mind working quickly on their next course of action, he added, "We'll have to do some more info gathering. Sheridan might have something useful…" Turning to Ursula, he gave her a nod and thanked her for her assistance, to which she replied heartily with a puff of flame.

"It's my pleasure," she stated firmly, small flares emitting from the gems in her claws. "I owe you, besides. If there's anything else I can do to help, just give me a call."

"We will," Lucian accepted, and Ursula disappeared in a fiery blaze.

Glancing one last time at the Gate of Binding, Lucian turned his back on the massive entrance to New Culiacan. He'd be back soon enough.

"Let's go."


Sabata woke up.

While that was a revelation upon itself, the location was even more so.

The Dark Boy first opened his eyes to find himself staring at the delicately intricate wallpaper of the ceiling of— wherever he was. 'Intricate' told him his vision had somehow been restored. 'Celing' meant he was indoors.

Indoors. Someone had found him and brought him in.

Sabata's eyes snapped open completely.

He struggled against heavy sheets to sit up; only heavy sheets and not heavy clothes as well, as his torso was bare, shirt and armor removed— but his foggy mind only partly registered this fact. Fumbling with the thick cloth, his haste to right himself was rewarded with the rush of blood draining from his head. Muttering a curse, Sabata put a hand over his forehead to steady himself as the room swayed uncomfortably under his gaze, which blurred temporarily.

Once his vision and nausea had cleared away, Sabata glanced around.

Whoever lived here certainly spent a significant worth of fortune on furnishings. The wallpaper he had seen earlier was applied around the entire room. The whole space was furnished sparingly, the only other furniture besides the bed being a small dresser and desk on the opposite wall. An ornate wooden door stood stately on his right, The large window that took up most of the wall space to his left was covered in part by a great, cascading violet curtain; a second look, and he saw that what was visible of the sky behind was an ebony blue, dotted with stars. Still nighttime, he realized with relief. Moonlight flooded through the opening, lighting up a long stretch of thick carpeting with its lunar glow.

Sabata pulled himself from the confines of the bed and its covers to stand in the rectangle, relishing the shafts of light on his tired body. Immediately he felt the lunar energy absorbing into his pale skin.

Or what was uncovered of it. Sabata, for the first time, noticed bandages wrapped his upper body. They wound up most of his chest and wrapped around one of his shoulders and upper arm. Other patches of gauze and medical tape blocked the direct moonlight from his body.

He scowled down at them in annoyance, almost tearing them off right then and there. But the door behind him opened before he could do anything else.

"I see you are awake."

Sabata stiffened immediately. "…I am," he replied shortly. "Were you the one that…?"

"Yes. You were quite heavily injured. I found you on the outer wall of the mansion." The voice replied. Sabata paused, then relaxed, turning slowly to greet the stranger. So she— for the voice was acutely female— was the one who had bandaged him. If that was the case, he was due his thanks to her. "Thank—"

His voice caught in his throat.

Unconsciously, Sabata took a step back. His crimson eyes widened in spite of himself, and his mouth opened, trying to speak— then closed, then opened again. Shock was apparent on his features.

The maid inclined her head, expression blank.

"You're very welcome, sir."


Aaaugh. Sorry this is really late. School is stupid. D: Sadly, I can't guarantee the next chapter to be coming out anytime soon. Sorry DX Thanks for reading.

REVIEW REPLIES:

Scepter: Thank you! That means a lot to me. :)

LanHikari200x: Thanks, me too. :) I can't wait to have Lucian and Sabata meet.

Aria: Really? .. I wouldn't say 'cute', exactly. More like, friendly. But cute. Wait... that's the same thing. XD

thattagen: Adjectives are GOOD. :D Actually, sometimes I cheat and use the wordprocessor dictionary/thesarus. :3