Disclaimer: I don't own Rosario+Vampire, or any elements from the Ace Combat timeline, don't sue. Not like you're going to get much from me anyway, lol.
A/N: I went back and re-read what I had so far and I thought that this story needed this prologue, so enjoy.
- The Demon Lord of the Round Table
"This is just regular speech between characters."
"This is someone's thoughts or speech on TV, book, or mind."
This is Inner Moka speaking through the Rosario.
Prologue: The Legend of the Demon Lord
November 29, 2012, Somewhere near the outskirts of Tauberg, Belka, Belkan Partisan Resistance War For Democracy…
I hurriedly rushed through the patch of warzone that was littered all over with craters, fires and constant gunfire being led by a Belkan Partisan as we ran up the stairs up a dilapidated boarding house covered with bullet holes. I heard that the great fighter named Larry Foulkes, who was better known to those back in the battles he had fought in the Youkai World as Solo Wing Pixy. His name had an eerie resemblance to the man who bore almost the same name as he, Larry Foulke, just off by one letter. Their nicknames however, were the exact same, one being a throwback to the latter. The biggest coincidence however, was the stories that they had to tell the world. It was off an anonymous tip from a woman who would only identify herself as "BlueSuccubi" via an email correspondence. You see, my name is Naota Nandaba, I'm half-human, half-werewolf, so I saw the war from both a monster perspective and a human one. I had asked around various people who lived through the gruesome, terrible battles and witnessed with their own eyes the one person who I was looking for, the great demon hero Tsukune Aono, the savior of Youkai Academy. I knew so very little of him, the one whom many referred to as the Demon Lord, who's story also had an eerie resemblance to the Demon Lord that flew with the real Larry Foulke during the Belkan War. So I figured if anyone knew where he was, this man, Solo Wing Pixy, his buddy would know.
"Hey Larry, got a visitor for you, says he's a reporter from Japan doing some weird-ass documentary. He's all yours man. Hey don't forget lunch is in a few hours." The soldier called out to him as he walked out of the building and to his own post across the war-torn street. I slowly peered into the room with my camera equipment and looked over to the man he just spoke to. He had a bit of facial hair growing and was busy polishing a high-caliber sniper rifle with an old rag. He also was wearing a brown leather jacket as he chewed on the toothpick that was in his mouth. I began quickly setting up my camera equipment, and pressing the record button as the camera display flickered on back to life as he spoke.
"I figured it wouldn't be long before someone would try to find me and ask me questions about what happened two years ago…What's your name kid?" the man asked.
"Naota Nandaba, I'm from Japan and I'm doing a documentary for the newspaper club, but I'm currently a student at Youkai Academy in the Youkai world, I suspect you've heard of it, Mr. Foulkes, or is it still Solo Wing Pixy?" I responded to him. A small grin appeared on his face as he continued to polish his gun but then slowly put it down as he looked over to me.
"Now there's a name I haven't heard in quite some time, but yea, I went to school there too." Said Pixy as he grinned.
"Then I suspect you also knew Tsukune Aono, the one whom they called the Demon Lord?" I asked.
"Knew him? I fought with him, in every sense of the word; alongside him and against him. Tsukune was my buddy…and enemy, kid." Pixy responded back. "Say kid, how did you know where to find me? We're in the middle of bum fuck nowhere in Belka."
"One of my sources, who'd only identify herself as BlueSuccubi gave me an anonymous tip that you would most likely be in this area, since she also wanted some information of where Tsukune's whereabouts may be. I came here in hopes that you could tell me something about the Demon Lord…" I responded, now starting to fear that perhaps I shouldn't have come. I quickly eyed my camera equipment and planned my escape, with any luck, my werewolf side would kick in and give me the speed I needed to escape back to the Osean border.
"Kurumu-chan…" Pixy thought to himself.
"Heh, it figures she couldn't keep a secret to save her life…Relax kid, I'm not angry at all." Pixy said reassuringly, which made me feel better about the situation.
"Could you tell me a bit about him? What was he like? In battle? In his private life? What were he his relationships like with others?" I asked him as I pulled out my notepad and pencil, still standing. Pixy grinned at me again as he pushed a milk crate over to me with his right foot.
"Take a seat kid, this is going to take a while." Pixy said as I nodded and sat down on the milk crate, ready to take down notes of whatever this man had to say. "Did you know? There are three types of people that fight in the world: those who fight for strength; those who fight for pride, and those who fight to change the tide of battle. Those are the three. And Tsukune, my fighting lead, he was all three. In one moment, he could be gentle and caring, in another he could be fighting insurmountable odds to save the ones who cared for and somehow pull out a victory. But sometimes, he would display his awesome, but terrifying power, overwhelming his opponents on the field of battle."
"Hey Larry! Lunch time!" yelled the same soldier from earlier.
"Hey Hans, just bring up my lunch to me, can you do that for me man?" Pixy yelled back. "Bring this reporter something to eat and drink too will ya?"
"Sure thing Larry, I'll be back in a few minutes!" the soldier below responded.
"Sorry about that kid." Pixy apologized to me as he laughed.
"Don't worry about it. So you were saying?" I said, attempting to continue my documentary and interview of this man.
"Well, it was a cold and snowy day…"
I sat, listening to the story of Solo Wing Pixy and his buddy the Demon Lord. I looked at him, giving him my full attention, hanging upon every word he spoke. If anyone knew where Tsukune could be, this man knew. Suddenly this didn't feel like much of a documentary, it felt more like a search for a lost person and everyone that knew him was depending on me to find him…
The Story Continues…
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