The Royal Line
*Summary: After the Winter War Uryu and Naoko get a hold of shocking news. They're royalty a prince and princess. The Quincy siblings and a few others travel to their race's home country of Germany to find out more. But while there they discover disturbing secrets, unexpected twists, and romantic feelings for each other. Plus an ancient traitorous organization that exterminated most of their ancestors is out for their heads. Can the siblings and others pull together to defeat them, solve ancient family secrets and get their feelings in order?
Prologue:
March 10th, 1946-Berlin, Germany. Two black cloaked figures stood upon the top of the Brandenburg Gate, in the heart of Berlin. There jet black hoods covered their faces and kept them from the light drizzling night rain, both unmoving. Their mission had been accomplished, now they just had to wait for their counterparts to finish theirs and this mess will finally be put to rest.
One of the figures a slender and sleek woman, tilted her head up just a bit to look into the sky and said, "I wonder if it's raining, because heaven is mourning their death?"
The other figure a tall slightly muscular man gave her an annoyed snort. His partner always started talking like something out of the Bible, she usually did this when she was board or just to piss him off or sometimes both.
"Like it matters. They were doomed from the start; they saw this coming and did nothing. They didn't even try to fight back, or hide or at least make a run for it." He grunted. It was true, they didn't even bother to do anything, and they just sat there. It made their job easy, but it was too easy as if they were insulting them.
"So all that's left is the family in America and Japan. It shouldn't be too hard for the others. I mean if we were able to take out the head of the family, the others should fall much easier. Isn't that right Edmund?" Commented the woman, ignoring her partner's tone of voice.
Giving her an aggravated sigh, "Don't you ever shut up Abigail?"
Abigail was about to snap back with a retort but was stopped by blinking light on her communicator. Quickly Abigail whipped it out and answered, "What is it, Emanuel?"
"We succeed in our mission, well not so much. The American family is dead, but so is Beraht. I'll be back by tomorrow morning. I trust everything went well with your mission Abigail?" Asked the crackling voice through the receiving end.
"Yes, Emanuel everything went fine. It's too bad about Beraht though, but it can't be helped. Have you heard from Franz or Harman yet?" asked a slightly aggravated Abigail. Beraht wasn't the best so it wasn't that bad of a loss but still it was an annoyance.
"Yes, I have. Apparently the last living child of Nora and her husband is dead. They received word she was murdered, perhaps by a Hollow, but they didn't find a body. Should we have them keep looking?"
Abigail paused to think, and answered, "No, don't bother. If it was a Hollow it probably ate her whole so there is no point, but don't forget about Nora, she's still on our hit list."
"Yes, ma'am. I'll convey a message to them right away. Emanuel out." And the line went dead.
Abigail clicked off her specially designed walkie-talkie and slid it back into its holder on her hip. She sighed as she rubbed her temples.
"Even in death the Royal Quincy Family is still a pain in the ass." She moaned.
Edmund quietly chuckled to himself as the two darted off into the night.
(Japan, afternoon)
A young couple, a man and woman, in their early twenties walked quickly down the street. They kept their heads low, and tried to look inconspicuous. Their suitcases in one hand and the other locked together in each other's grip. Both of their hearts were pounding in their chests, shaking their bodies, shortening their breath.
Neither would relax until they were on the train and heading far away from here. They passed another pair, two young men of European origin dressed in black, trying to look equally inconspicuous with heads low, eyes down, and fast walking pace.
The woman slowly turned her head slightly to catch a glimpse, her heart went cold for some unknown reason, and she hurried her pace. The young man didn't question her; he merely sped up to keep up with her.
Two pairs crossed paths and indirectly they will cross paths again...in about sixty years.
So what do you think? This was an idea that came to me and I thought I'd go along with it. I chose Germany because the Quincy terms derive from the German language, so I pictured them descending from Germany. The names are German as you can tell; more will be reviled if you review…: D