Author's Note: I am wretchedly evil. This is the unbelievably short prologue to a YnM/Love Mode crossover...and I have no idea when I'll get the first full chapter up.
Warnings: CHARACTER DEATH! Well, hinted in this, but actual death in the fic. Um, not much else just yet, since this is so short...just the evils of it's shortness. ~_^
Disclaimer: Yami no Matsuei is the property of Matsushita Yoko. Love Mode is the property of Yuki Shimizu. I'm just borrowing characters and mashing them together in a plot that will have certain Love Mode fans screaming for my blood. Gomen.
I. Prologue
It was perhaps a great irony that the night was preternaturally clear, the moon a pale orb high in the sky, casting it's watery light on the city below. Shadows fluttered briefly as a car drove past, it's driver doubtlessly unaware of the horror that lurked only a half dozen paces from the road.
Even if time had frozen at that instant, he still would have been too late. The sound of his own footsteps pounding against the sidewalk echoed dully as he ran along the otherwise empty street, desperate to outrace Fate and yet knowing deep in his heart that he was already powerless to do anything.
Blood everywhere, thrown against the wall, dripping down the wrought iron bars of the gate, and pooling around the two crumpled bodies. Students, the both of them, their lives cut far too short. Probably caught coming home from a night out on the town. And no sign of their murderer anywhere.
"Damn you! Damn you to the darkest pits of hell!" he cried out as he skidded to a halt. Too late. Always too late.
"H-help . . . Arashi. . . ."
A hastily cast fuda spell froze the bleeding as Watari pulled out his cellphone and called an ambulance. Maybe he wasn't too late after all. Maybe he could still save them. . . .
"A-ara . . . shi. . . ."
"Save your strength," he murmured. EnmaDaioh, what grace is mine, give to these poor boys. . . .