Disclaimer: I will say it once and once only. I do not own Weiss Kreuz.  And apparently, neither does Kyoko Tsuchiya D

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Velut Luna: Prologue and Author’s Notes

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The wind blew fiercely in Tokyo Bay that night.  Lights – red and blue with the occasional white – flashed brightly, lighting up the sky.  Helicopters hovered over the scene.  Special agents were investigating the massive wreckage in the water, looking for any evidence of what had happened here last night.  Survivors were unlikely.

Fujiwara Yamato was crouched in a helicopter, preparing to descend into the chaos below.  He tightened his safety harness and drew a deep breath, then jumped.  He freefell for a minute then grabbed onto the rope and began lowering himself the rest of the way.  His stomach no longer caught in his throat; he’d done this too often by now.

Chancing a look down, he saw that the ground was still about ten feet off.  Nine feet.  Eight feet.  Screw it.  He unfastened his harness and jumped, landing the seven remaining feet down.  The ruins shook under his sudden added weight.  Too bad, it’d have to hold a little longer.

The building had actually fallen yesterday, but no one had been allowed near it until the wreckage could settle to the ground.  Now it was swamped with underwater and land agents, busy combing the place thoroughly.  It was hard to see, though, and only spotlights from above helped illuminate it.

He signaled up to the squad leader, still in the helicopter.  Yes, it was safe to come down.  He averted his eyes as the rest of the team started to descend, and turned to begin his search.  Around him seemed to be nothing but boulders of cement, a few soggy wires, and other piece of fallen building.  Occasionally he’d find broken pieces of human that sent his stomach reeling.  He’d never been good with gore.

Hm.  Something had happened here, but nothing around him even hinted at what it was.  The scientists might pick something up later, but only if he actually found something down here.

A voice crackled over his radio, telling him to inspect the lower north area of their section.  He nodded an affirmative and started toward the area, stepping carefully around wreckage and avoiding currents of wind as they blew through his short black hair.  He stopped as an unusual-looking pile of rubble came into view.  He approached it warily, scanning it with his eyes.

Gingerly he picked up a piece of rock from the pile and set it next to his feet.  His eyes widened, and he yelled through the radio, summoning his comrades to the scene.  Five members of the team hurried over as best they could to look at the sight.  Fujiwara moved out of the way, allowing for a clear view.  Time seemed to stop for a second as the others gazed down.  Time suddenly sped up again.  Gloved hands immediately began lifting cement pieces carefully but quickly; eager to unearth what was beneath.

A hand.  A foot.  A pulpy arm.  Chunks of flesh, a few mutilated pieces of anatomy.  About half a body lay under the now-cleared rubble, clearly torn apart by the rocks.  What was left of the face was an unidentifiable mush of fleshy, bloody tissue beaten in by cement.  Fujiwara’s stomach churned again at the sight, but he held his ground.  Special agents did not get queasy.  Yeah, right.

A squad member knelt down by the ‘body’, inspecting it.  Fujiwara tore his eyes away from the gruesome remains and looked at the surroundings.  His eyes narrowed confusedly.  The underside of the rocks they’d pulled off him--her?--all seemed to be scorched by fire, though everything else remained untouched.  He pointed it out to the leader, who nodded and picked up a burned rock, zipping it into an evidence sealant bag.

A shout rang through the air, and Fujiwara looked over at the rest of his team.  They were all crowded around the gore again, talking quietly but excitedly.  The leader stooped down next to the body and seemed to pick up something.  It was out of Fujiwara’s line of sight.  He wondered idly for a second if they were dissecting a hand, but shook the thought quickly.

The squad leader rose slowly to his feet, holding an object in front of his face for them to see.  Fujiwara recognized it instantly as a zip disk.  It looked like it had taken a dip in the ocean, but was still intact and functional.

The sealant bag closed slowly around it.

The world stopped turning.

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-tbc-

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And so I open the Pandora’s Box.

This piece of Fanfiction is huge.  No, really, it’s gigantic, reaching epic proportions on a grand international scale.  And that’s not just my ego.  In all seriousness though, much like the actual chapter length, this thing’s big.

Okay, first thing’s first.  Velut Luna takes place directly after the series, disregarding the OAV, Dramatic Precious, and Gluhen because I feel like it.  Anyone else think Bishop or whatever looked like Cho Hakkai?

Now for the important part, as far as WK standards go.  I have discovered that in the land of Weiss Kreuz Fanfiction, the one with the most yaoi pairings is king.  Well hot damn, paint me red and name me Emperor!  Anyway, there is no straight yaoi (giggle) in this eventual monster of a story, just implications.

But holy damn, are there implications.

I mean, -honestly-. Like Aya/Yohji?  Got that.  Prefer Ken/Aya?  Got that too.  Perhaps Yohji/Omi?  Damn straight, or not.  Or maybe your just want your Brad/Schuldich, trussed up and covered in chocolate?  Sorry, that’s a side story I’m working on that’s half-complete.  But we have implications. XD

Hell, if you wanted, you could find Botan/Nagi in this fic.  It’s a fricking orgy.  I likes me the slash.

Oh, and it’s really pretty, because everything’s envisioned manga-style. ‘Cept Schuldich’s hair, which is still orange.

(If you are not tolerant of my spelling of the German’s name, I truly am sorry.  Red hair is common in southern Germany, and down there the “ch” sound is soft at the end of a word.  Ich becomes “ish”.  The katakana for his name is technically “shurudeihii”.  Plus, it’s more aesthetic XD)

So... in conclusion, you’ll like it without being turned off because you don’t support the pairing.  This really is a wonderful story, with interesting plot and a good feeling to it.  This story is exceptionally dark, and, especially for our Schwarz boys, a tad hopeless towards the end... but I promise, I’ll make you laugh.  Lighthearted, witty humor is always a plus in my eyes, as it masks the utter sadness behind it all.

However, if you’re an internal angst mongrel, you might be a tad disappointed.  I’m all for dysfunctional presents and gloomy pasts, but I prefer to keep my conflict external.  It’s more fun that way.

Also: as I browse Weiss fics anymore, I’m driven insane by the wild out-of-characterizations.  They make my brain hurt.  I personally have watched the anime, listened to the drama tracks, and read the manga over and over and over again, and I have discovered many things about the characters’ personalities I don’t think many others notice.

A good example would be that Schuldich, of Schwarz, does not kill.  Not once during the entire Weiss experience (sans Gluhen) does he kill.  He always got someone else to kill his victim for him whether it be his teammates, the victims themselves, or even their pervy-flowerboy-fancying-girlfriends.  I attribute this to the fact that he is a telepath and therefore it would be -quite- weird to have a voice ripped violently from his head.  So yeah, I’m a dork, but I get it straight to you the way I feel it was meant to be.  (Or not, since I doubt the lovely Koyasu put that much thought behind it.)  Only with some added... traits.  For instance, I’m pretty damn sure that Omi didn’t eat Mickey D’s breakfasts, nor that Crawford grew up in Colorado and played bass guitar.  Er, they do now.

My purpose in doing so is to make the characters more human and easier to relate to, which, I think, is the whole point of writing.

The prologue is pretty short, but worth the read.  The chapters themselves, as previously stated, are considerably longer.  Don’t be a meanie and hit your Back button yet, give my pride and joy a chance.- Kinneas
“Love is loose; it shifts each time you move.”