Odyssey of the stellar wind, [Honkai Star Rail x Hoyoverse fanfiction]

new chap 1

Don't forget him!

Kiana Kaslana watched with wide eyes as she looked at a younger version of herself.

"Come on, ***," The younger version of herself said with a smile and dragged a boy with dark hair 

Kiana opened her eyes, revealing what she saw was just a dream. She looked around and found herself in her room. 

"Kiana-Chan?" Mei asked, rubbing the sleep off her eyes as she looked at her girlfriend. 

"Sorry, Mei... I just had the dream again," Kiana said as she wrapped the jacket several sizes too big for her around her bare form. Taking solace in the size of the coat, the young woman smiled as she hugged her girlfriend. 

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Elysia Crozzo nee Apocalypse frowned as she looked at the family table of the Crozzo Family. She was not angry but there was just something missing. Like the family was not complete. 

"Mommy, are you angry?" Reese asked as she looked at the Elven lady who smiled at her. 

"I didn't do anything!" Reinhardt said as he felt the glares from Rin and Reve. 

Elysia just giggled at this, it has been eight years since the Honkai were sealed away. Sure there were still outliers and the Crozzo family of knights and soldiers were still needed but not as much anymore. Gently letting her body work on autopilot, Elysia paused as she once again lowered her hand on the empty chair between Reve and Rin as if she were patting someone's head. 

"Big sis?" Rin asked as she looked at Elysia. 

"It's nothing Rin," Elysia said with a smile as Kallen and Sakura entered the dining room. 

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Bronya smiled as she waited with Seele in her office. The young woman was the CEO of a company that she made. Smiling, the young woman looked at the photo on her desk. It was a photo of her and Seele on their graduation from St. Freya Academy. It was one of the best moments of her life. 

Taking a good look at it, the Herrscher of Reason felt confused. Seele and her have always been close, especially with all of their photos. But this one had them separated by a space as if another person was supposed to be there. 

"Bronya! I'm here!" Seele said with a smile while Veliona followed her. "Oh, that photo... from our graduation?" 

"Hm? Why are you two apart?" Veliona asked as she looked at the photo. "It's like someone edited someone out," Hearing this, Bronya filed it for later. 

"Come on! We still have to go to the Crozzo manor for the anniversary!" 

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Reinhardt Crozzo looked at the sword on the Family Armory and held it gently. Normally, A Crozzo sword would be forged specifically and each design was unique in a way that it was used to draw out the potential of the Crozzo using them. After all, he commissioned a (pair of) blade(s) for his brother(s). Maybe this was for Reese.

"It's rare to see you act so indecisive," Kallen Kaslana, his childhood friend, said with a smile. 

"I was wondering if Reese should have this," Reinhardt said as he held the sword. 

"You sure? I know it's unclaimed but you know why each Crozzo blade is forged specially for their wielders," Kallen said as she approached him and looked at the blade. 

"I am..." Reinhardt said as he looked at the third blade of House Crozzo. 

"Well, Kiana was the one that found it when she returned," Kallen said with a smile as he looked at her. "Maybe it's from one of your ancestors?" 

"Possibly," Reinhardt said as he remembered one of the few things Kiana brought when she returned, a jade-colored Longbow. Kiana did not know how she got them but she never let go of the bow and it broke her heart to separate with the sword alone. 

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Deep inside  Herta's space station, a young man with dark hair and a golden mask with tusks curling outward worked by himself, patrolling the route. 

"Rex!" Hearing the familiar voice, the golden-masked male looked at the owner of the voice. "There you are! I need your help!"

"If Arlan stopped you from shopping too much again then I agree with him," Rex said only to blink when the mask he wore was taken off his face as Asta stood on the tip of her toes and held it in her hand, revealing his face. Dark eyes looked with a mild form of annoyance at the shorter pink-haired young woman. A scarred face with sharp dark eyes met the smiling face of the de facto owner of the space station.

"The reason I wear a mask is to hide my face, Asta," Rex said as he gently took the golden mask from her. 

"I know that! But we've known each other for years now!" Asta said with a smile. "And Arlan told me you skipped today's breakfast and lunch. 

"Not hungry," the young man said as he tried to walk away. 

"Nope! You are going to eat with me," Asta said, gently dragging the taller male away with a proud smile. "Hey, Rex," 

"What?" The young man asked, looking at the pink-haired woman as they entered the cafeteria with him taking his portion. 

"The Astral Express will be visiting again. Maybe you can finally meet them," Asta said with a smile on her face. 

"I don't really care," Rex admitted as he took an extra serving of a shortcake. 

"Don't be like that!" Asta scolded her friend as she led him to their usual seat. "Maybe you can spar with Dan Heng," 

"Pass, I rather try my best to stop your shopping spree," Rex said, smirking at the pout the lead researcher gave him. The former knight chuckled as he ate his meal, letting her take some portion of his fries like all the time he let...

"Rex, are you okay? Are your memories?" 

"I'm fine... Just remembering some things," he said with a smile as he ate his shortcake. Perking up at the buzz from his phone, Rex took it out and raised his brow at the name of his caller. It was titled Mom. 

There was only one person narcissistic enough to do so. 

"Herta, what's wrong? Stella-what?" Rex asked as he listened. "Fine... but this is a recipe for disaster you foul witch." 

Asta giggled as she listened to the conversation. 

"Okay, fine... I'm going now. Mom..." Rex said, gritting out the last part while Ast giggled at his reaction.