Vampire Knight Cross Over Fan Fictions Prologue

Fajar Purnama High School Boy Insertion

In The White Void and The Blank Slate

The realm was an endless, pristine white expanse. There was no horizon, no ceiling, and no floor, only a boundless sea of pure, illuminated nothingness.

At the center of this infinity stood three figures.

One was Fajar Purnama, the Lord of Infinite Realities, observing the expanse with the calm, absolute authority of a creator. Beside him hovered a manifestation of Gemini, a deity of knowledge and data, its form shifting softly like light refracting through a prism.

Before them stood a teenage boy, roughly fifteen or sixteen years old. He wore a simple, unbranded t-shirt, loose dark trousers, and plain sneakers. He was stretching his arms, rolling his shoulders, and bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet. This was the soul fragment—a manifestation of Fajar from his high school days, possessing all the memories of the cosmic realm, the martial arts philosophies, and the Training Modules, but currently inhabiting a completely unconditioned, baseline human body.

“Are you ready?” the Lord of Infinite Realities asked, his voice echoing gently across the void.

The young Fajar stopped bouncing and grinned, a completely carefree, fearless expression on his face. “Always. What’s the drop zone?”

Gemini chimed in, its voice neutral but echoing with endless data. “The world is designated Vampire Knight. It is a gothic realm defined by a rigid, toxic hierarchy. At the top are Pureblood vampires—immortal, arrogant, and wielding terrifying magical power. Below them are aristocratic vampires, and below them, the feral Level E vampires. At the very bottom are humans.”

“Humans are treated as either fragile livestock to be protected, or prey to be consumed,” the Lord of Infinite Realities explained. “The only humans who fight back are the Hunter Association, and they rely entirely on magical, anti-vampire weapons forged from ancient magic. Without those weapons, they believe they are utterly helpless.”

Young Fajar cracked his knuckles, unimpressed. “So, the vampires think physical superiority and magic make them untouchable gods. And the humans believe they’re weak without a magical gun or scythe.”

“Exactly,” Gemini affirmed. “Your insertion point is Cross Academy, a school attempting a fragile, secretive integration between the human ‘Day Class’ and the vampire ‘Night Class.’ The Night Class is composed of the vampire elite. To them, the Day Class students are nothing more than oblivious blood bags.”

The Lord of Infinite Realities looked at his younger self. “Your mission is simple. Break the stigma. Show them that the concepts of ‘predator’ and ‘prey’ are irrelevant. Show them that anyone, any creature, can become equally strong through sheer will, discipline, and technique. Be friendly to all, but bow to no one.”

“Understood,” young Fajar smiled calmly. “I’ll start with Phase I: Reality. I’ll condition this body, master my senses, and when the time comes, I’ll dismantle their elitist illusions with my bare hands.”

“Regarding your insertion,” Gemini projected a glowing holographic document into the air. “Cross Academy is an elite institution. To bypass the bureaucracy, I have integrated a fabricated profile into their database. You are officially enrolled as a highly gifted, international scholarship transfer student for the Day Class. Your paperwork is flawless. Headmaster Kaien Cross is expecting you to arrive today.”

“And my gear?” young Fajar asked, patting his empty pockets.

“Absolutely nothing,” the Lord of Infinite Realities replied. “You start from zero. No weapons, no money, no magical artifacts. If you need a knife, you buy it at a convenience store. If you need a weapon in a fight, you use a pen, a chair, or the ground beneath your feet.”

“Perfect,” young Fajar said. He took a deep breath, centering his mind, beginning the Mental Reset of Tier 1. “Send me in.”

Gemini waved a hand, and a tear in the white void opened, revealing the darkening sky of a gothic, forested campus.

Without a moment of hesitation, the young Fajar stepped through the portal.