Principles of Lust
By: Megami*Silence
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em
AN: ELLO!!!! Haven't written any stories lately!! Well, somehow I came up with this idea, without listening to a song, but my sis found a great song title!! Anyways this is an AU, it's set back in the 18th century.... so don't get confuzzled. Alrighty.... lets begin....
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Duo inspected his food, only stalling time before his meeting with the King's counsel members. He wasn't that big on eating, and definitely wasn't big on meeting with the King's counsel members. He had less then twenty minutes before it was time. He wasn't looking forward to the meeting, considering it was the issue of his estate, and if he was capable of owning it at his young age. Duo was outraged when he found out that his capability was being questioned of all things. What about his servants? They required more than a puny meal, and rags for clothes. But no one cared about that, or the fact that Duo had newly wed servants, and some ready to give birth, which meant less workers. All that mattered to the King was how much more land he was able to steal from the civilians of the colonies.
Duo wasn't stupid though. He knew how to take care of himself, and he knew how to be with people. He had a strong, but harsh, background. A stubborn, hard headed father, and a reluctant, sweet, smart mother, gave Duo the personality of a God. He would train all day, and study all night, it was the annual routine for him, until he was ten. His parents abruptly stopped teaching him in a routine, and started teaching him other ways. First they spent a year teaching him farm work, and how to live like a servant, they even made him stay with the lesser family, where he became best friends with a servant boy named Trowa (But Trowa was drafted to the King's army, and never returned), and then his mother made him learn house work. Though his father didn't agree with it, he allowed it anyways. Duo learned to cook, clean, and sew. Woman's work, and he was disgusted when he first learned he had to do it, but ended up not minding afterwards. He then learned to play musical instruments, and developed a passion for the piano, violin, and flute. Three of the most beautiful instruments man thought of.
The following year Duo was put to work, hard work. He farmed, all year round. The harvest especially was important for him to know, so he wouldn't screw it up, which was the point to teach him of it the previous year. But he also was under strenuous training. His father insisted that he knew hand to hand combat as well as artillery. It was difficult to learn all at once, but Duo managed it, and earned himself a lot of trips to the infirmary. The results of training so hard, were perfect for his father, and beyond that for his mother. He developed well toned muscles, his strength was incredible for his age, and the knowledge that he had was phenomenal. All the girls coveted him, paying more attention to his body than anything. Duo only shrugged it off. He was flattered that so many girls took an interest to him, but he didn't let it show, he'd much rather fall in love with a girl first than have a girl go after him. His mother used to tell him that "If you want to have a good wife, look into your heart for the one, never look at a young lass with your eyes, or your love will be blind," so he listened to her, and to this day, he never saw the perfect one.
Duo recalled what both his parents used to say, something like, "Don't worry, we'll always be there for you..." But it wasn't true. They died. Only a few years later, when Duo was 14. It was his birthday and he was going to have practically everyone over (his mother insisted). Duo didn't care about the people coming over, or the presents, he just wanted his parents to be there. He loved his parents so much it hurt to think they died then. They were rushing home to be at Duo's party on time, but it was raining out. The carriage's wheels trudged through mud that was too deep, and was ripped right off of the carriage. His parents were brutally thrown off of the carriage, as it flipped, and it landed on top of them. Duo winced at the memory, when his only Uncle ran into the ballroom to tell him the news. It was the most devastating thing in his life.
Thunder struck, breaking Duo out of his reverie. He looked up at the grandfather clock, and it read four ticks after eight. He was going to be late if he didn't leave now. He stood up, and pushed his plate away from himself. He moved around the table, to the end and picked up his document case, and then headed for the door. He proceeded to the stables, where he spotted one of his servants. He was a dusty old fellow, who loved to take care of animals since he was a boy. Duo had allowed him to stay with the animals whenever he felt. Right now, Duo had his very own Mustang. It was a wild one, no one could believe he had tamed it. That's why Duo did it himself, he couldn't risk having one of his servants hurt. It worked too, the horse had become his best friend. Duo named him Saracean. It was a very beautiful, black horse. Duo mounted his horse, and took off for his destination.
He galloped all the way there, not taking any chances to be late. If there was one thing to know about meetings with the King's counselors, it was promptness. They used it as a sign of respect. If you were late, you had no respect for the King. Duo moved as quickly as he could. Feeling the rush of wind through his hair. Oddly enough, there was no rain. It was the beginning of a thunder storm, but it wasn't raining. Though it was better off not raining or Duo would be soaking wet, arriving at the King's courts.
Finally, the first sign of life appeared, it was another carriage heading toward Duo, coming from the city. As the carriage went by, the driver tipped his hat in acknowledgment, to show his kindness. Duo nodded his way, and continued on. He made it to the courts with time to spare, so he spent extra time tying the reigns to the post. He cared for his horse more than anyone would ever know. A counsel member pulled up next to Duo, and repeated what Duo had just done. Duo took a short glance at the fellow. He was about Duo's height, short blond hair, and soft teal eyes. He looked about Duo's age as well, but how could he have been a counsel member so young at age? The only reason Duo could tell he was a counsel member, was from the initials on his saddle 'K. M. II ' it meant King Mamoru the second. Duo detested the King, he was a greedy, snobbish, prick, that got on Duo's nerves. The worse part was that it was like history was repeating itself. Duo's father felt the same way about the first King. King Endymion. They were exactly the same, and that really ticked Duo off.
The young blond boy turned around, and held his hand out to Duo, Duo looked at it for a second, and then took his hand for a friendly hand shake. "Good evening, I'm Quatre Rebarba Winner. I'm a consoler here, I represent the Winner estate." he said, with a wide grin. Duo nodded his head.
"Duo Maxwell. I'm the one you're consoling" he said sarcastically. Quatre chuckled lightly and then grabbed his document case. They walked into the courts together, and talked about the meeting. As they walked around the corner, they spotted the King. Duo halted, and quickly ran around the corner again. Quatre looked at him confused, but followed his action. Duo peeked around the corner towards the King. There stood Mamoru, doing his best to hit on a young woman. Duo shot a look at Quatre, with disgust evident on his face. Quatre had to stifle a laugh, it was clear to him that Duo wasn't all that bad of a guy. He couldn't figure out why the King didn't find him suitable for a Lord of a home. He _seemed_ capable of it. Duo took another peek around the corner, and noticed the King walking away, with the woman in his arms... unconscious? Duo signaled for Quatre to take a look, and so he complied. Quatre, uncertain of what he was seeing, sought after the King that he was so loyal to.
"Is that girl unconscious?" he asked Duo worriedly. Duo nodded, though not totally sure himself, he knew something like this was to happen, eventually anyways. Quatre shook his head. The King that he's known since he was a little boy, was now kidnaping helpless women. What if he took them to his room and.... No he couldn't think like that, it just wasn't possible.... or was it? Duo looked back at Quatre,
"I think we should go, or we _will_ be late." Quatre solemnly nodded, and followed Duo to the consolers room.
*****
"This is an outrage! How dare you presume I don't know how to take care of my land. I've been taking care of it since I was a child!" Duo screamed in furiousness.
"You are a child, Lord Maxwell." A consoler reminded him.
"I am of no such sort. I am 17 winters, and it will be 18 winters this autumn.... besides, no one else is more capable of taking care of my parents land, than I? Or did you already come up with a scheme of your own, behind my back, hmm?" Duo asked, a bit more calmly than before. They were treating him as if he was three, and he wasn't going to tolerate it any longer. He found it quite incredulous how they wouldn't give it up. They knew he _was_ the only one to own and work the land, and they didn't care.
The consol member sighed, "I'm sure no one would be able to know as much about the land as you do, but on the other hand, you could always teach one to know as much as you do. It wouldn't be of any harm to allow someone else to rule the land, and for you to stay there." he raised his sagging eyes (from old age) to meet with Duo's violet ones, "Maybe if you had someone to work with you, I wouldn't see any problems, but we all know that you can't very well manage a household, farms, and servants on your own. It just isn't possible. So I hereby, allow you to have until the next full moon to have an associate, or you _will_ lose your home," and then he struck the table with his palm, to make it official.
Duo swore under his breath, not believing what he was just ordered to do. Find an associate? This was truly unbelievable! And he wasn't about to give up to a bunch of old (well with the exception of Quatre), stubborn idiots, that think they're special because they were picked to do all the dirty work for the King, no sir, as far as he was concerned, for Duo, this was just the beginning!
*****
After Duo Maxwell had left, all of the consol members sighed. they hated this part, especially for the younger ones like Duo. The one with the sagging eyes sighed in distress. "But he's such a good kid, I can't believe we had to put a bid on him. It isn't fair! Not after the death of his parents, he should be allowed to do as he pleases with his own home." the majority of the other consol members, either said 'Here, here,' or nodded in agreement.
Another consol member, lightly elbowed Quatre in the arm, "What were ye fellers talkin' 'bout b'fore ye came'n, eh?" Quatre smiled at him.
"We were talking about the meeting, and how Duo didn't agree with the fact that he should be consoled over his own home. Other wise, we spotted our King doing something unusual." he stopped with a moment of hesitation. But the looks from the others, encouraged him to continue, "We saw him carrying a young lady down the hall and-" he was interrupted by the older gentlemen.
"There's no need to go on, son. We know all about it. Our so called great King catches the young woman's beauty and will stop at nothing to have her to himself. It is rather disturbing, but it's reality and there's nothing we can do about it, unless ..." he trailed off, "Well I don't want to spoil it for you.... maybe we'll get to see something happen, I hear the women are sick of it, and are planning to rebel against him... but that's just another silly rumor."
"Well I hope they do, it'll do good for them to stick up for themselves!" Quatre voiced, and smiled, "But if you'll excuse me gentlemen, I should get going." he nodded to the others, and walked out the door, with his document case in his hand.
"What d'ya think t'will 'appen to de Maxwell youngin?" asked the elder man who sat beside Quatre.
The same man with the sagging eyes replied, "In time... lets hope he'll think of something to do to keep his land, I sincerely hope something miraculous happens. I don't like playing the villain." Again another round of 'Here, here's' and nods went around the table. 'Let us pray, Duo will be the one to stop King Mamoru...'
*****
Duo struggled to keep his horse safe from the incoming carriages that paraded through the narrow dirt road. The storm had acted up during Duo's meeting, and continued to develop as time went by. The harsh rain whipped against his face. The only thing he could think about was how he was going to manage this new obstacle that had so annoyingly blocked Duo's thoughts of anything else. How could this have happened to him? He was a good son, and he knew everything there was to know about his land... but what went wrong? Why was he always being ruined? His parents died, and then his Uncle, who had custody of him, ended up dying from smallpox. It just wasn't right, his life shouldn't be run like a horror movie, because that's all that it was. Horror. Miracles, love, friendship, happiness, caring... none of it was in his life. Not now, not ever. He snorted, thinking to himself how much more unlucky he could get.
Without realizing it, Duo had arrived at his estate, while thinking of the crazy ideas that wouldn't stop playing in his mind. It confused him totally, but interestingly enough, he felt there was a good reason for all of this deep down inside.
He made it to the stables, soaking in his fashionable tailored clothing. The stable master happily took Saracean from Duo, and then Duo ran back to his house. Drenched with wetness, Duo made his way up the stairs, and quickly down the hall. He may have been the Lord of the house, but he certainly didn't want to get his servants mad at him for messing the carpets up.
With record timing, he slipped into his room, and stripped the wet clothing, until he was nude. (AN: No bad thoughts here!! –.–) Replacing the clothes with a dry, warm nightgown. He released his hair from its usual braid, and sat down on his bed. He placed his elbows on his legs, and rubbed his face with his hands in fatigue. Nothing could disturb him of his own home.... except for not legally being at the right age. All the documents for owning land had stated that 'Any age below 18 was not legally allowed to own land, unless he was wed.' But Duo had absolutely no plans of getting married, so that just screwed up this whole issue. He had no choice, but to find a trustworthy associate. Trustworthy being the key word. That wasn't an easy task!
Again, Duo's thoughts returned to his life with his parents. He was so happy, so happy that he thought he could do anything. But on his birthday, that one day that tore his heart from his body, he lost all happiness whatsoever, and nothing could replace it. Nothing.
Duo yelled in distress, hating every moment of his life since he wasn't getting good results living it. And he couldn't live it, not to satisfaction, something he would have to get use to.... unless. Duo thought of something twisted. Very, very twisted. But would it be wrong to want to be with your only loved ones? That's all he wanted since his loved ones had passed away... something Duo was thinking about. Maybe, just maybe he could do it cleanly, without any noise. Death had become his life for a long time now, and he figured, maybe God wouldn't be that mad if God knew his reasons.
Duo made up his mind, and raised from his position on the bed, and proceeded to walk to the balcony that was connected to his room. There he opened the doors, and heard the thunder boom, and the deadly lightening clap. It was so close. Just close enough to... All of a sudden, more lightening struck, and charged at Duo. Striking the balcony, on which Duo stood, electrocuting him, but not to his death.
Duo's mind was filled with a lot of things at the moment. He didn't know what he was feeling, but pain was all he knew right now. It was silencing, and Duo, strangely, seemed to be taken with the beautiful sound. With great forces, wind howled furiously, and whirled about Duo. Blurs of black blinded him, to the point where he couldn't take it. He cried out for death to take him once and for all, but death ignored him. Everything was happening way too fast, and death raged at him to stay still and endure the pain in which was happening. He couldn't move, numb from shock. All emotions surfaced, and frustrated him to insaneness. What did he want again? Death? But was it possible? No. Little voices spoke to him, swirling about his body, entering it and exiting it, telling him that Shinigami ruled, and that death is what he lived for. Eventually Duo complied, believing the little voices, hoping it would all go away if he agreed. But it only got stronger, until he yelled in pain, and rage, mixed, "LET DEATH TAKE ME!!!!!!!" Closing his eyes, he raised his arms towards the sky, "I LIVE FOR DEATH!!!!" and all at once, all emotions evaporated, while the tiny voices disappeared, and the black blurs consumed his body. All evil was present, and too much for earth to handle, as some also entered Duo. Another zap of lightening bolted down from the sky, while the evil was arising from the ground. From the unearthly clash, a radical force shot from the ground, and smashed the house like an atomic bomb. Everything was blown apart, the blow created an atmosphere of evil, which settled over the entire land. All of it.... evil now ruled, and Duo was in the middle of it. Though he should've been dead from the immense explosion, Duo was standing in the ruins of the house, while fire blazed around him, and on him, and his eyes burned with fire. Evil had definitely overruled everything, and Shingami overruled Duo.
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How'd I do??? EH? What's that you say? I made Duo suicidal? Of course I did, how else am I going to make him lustful towards..... oops, I almost gave it away... Well you can't know who the chick is until the second chapter... so REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!!!!! And I won't take no for an answer!!! ^-^ (My dear friend, Dark Cosmos edited this for moi, so be kind....hehe... read her kewlest fic, Uninvited: The Fifth Element)
Ja ne,
Megami*Silence
By: Megami*Silence
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em
AN: ELLO!!!! Haven't written any stories lately!! Well, somehow I came up with this idea, without listening to a song, but my sis found a great song title!! Anyways this is an AU, it's set back in the 18th century.... so don't get confuzzled. Alrighty.... lets begin....
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Duo inspected his food, only stalling time before his meeting with the King's counsel members. He wasn't that big on eating, and definitely wasn't big on meeting with the King's counsel members. He had less then twenty minutes before it was time. He wasn't looking forward to the meeting, considering it was the issue of his estate, and if he was capable of owning it at his young age. Duo was outraged when he found out that his capability was being questioned of all things. What about his servants? They required more than a puny meal, and rags for clothes. But no one cared about that, or the fact that Duo had newly wed servants, and some ready to give birth, which meant less workers. All that mattered to the King was how much more land he was able to steal from the civilians of the colonies.
Duo wasn't stupid though. He knew how to take care of himself, and he knew how to be with people. He had a strong, but harsh, background. A stubborn, hard headed father, and a reluctant, sweet, smart mother, gave Duo the personality of a God. He would train all day, and study all night, it was the annual routine for him, until he was ten. His parents abruptly stopped teaching him in a routine, and started teaching him other ways. First they spent a year teaching him farm work, and how to live like a servant, they even made him stay with the lesser family, where he became best friends with a servant boy named Trowa (But Trowa was drafted to the King's army, and never returned), and then his mother made him learn house work. Though his father didn't agree with it, he allowed it anyways. Duo learned to cook, clean, and sew. Woman's work, and he was disgusted when he first learned he had to do it, but ended up not minding afterwards. He then learned to play musical instruments, and developed a passion for the piano, violin, and flute. Three of the most beautiful instruments man thought of.
The following year Duo was put to work, hard work. He farmed, all year round. The harvest especially was important for him to know, so he wouldn't screw it up, which was the point to teach him of it the previous year. But he also was under strenuous training. His father insisted that he knew hand to hand combat as well as artillery. It was difficult to learn all at once, but Duo managed it, and earned himself a lot of trips to the infirmary. The results of training so hard, were perfect for his father, and beyond that for his mother. He developed well toned muscles, his strength was incredible for his age, and the knowledge that he had was phenomenal. All the girls coveted him, paying more attention to his body than anything. Duo only shrugged it off. He was flattered that so many girls took an interest to him, but he didn't let it show, he'd much rather fall in love with a girl first than have a girl go after him. His mother used to tell him that "If you want to have a good wife, look into your heart for the one, never look at a young lass with your eyes, or your love will be blind," so he listened to her, and to this day, he never saw the perfect one.
Duo recalled what both his parents used to say, something like, "Don't worry, we'll always be there for you..." But it wasn't true. They died. Only a few years later, when Duo was 14. It was his birthday and he was going to have practically everyone over (his mother insisted). Duo didn't care about the people coming over, or the presents, he just wanted his parents to be there. He loved his parents so much it hurt to think they died then. They were rushing home to be at Duo's party on time, but it was raining out. The carriage's wheels trudged through mud that was too deep, and was ripped right off of the carriage. His parents were brutally thrown off of the carriage, as it flipped, and it landed on top of them. Duo winced at the memory, when his only Uncle ran into the ballroom to tell him the news. It was the most devastating thing in his life.
Thunder struck, breaking Duo out of his reverie. He looked up at the grandfather clock, and it read four ticks after eight. He was going to be late if he didn't leave now. He stood up, and pushed his plate away from himself. He moved around the table, to the end and picked up his document case, and then headed for the door. He proceeded to the stables, where he spotted one of his servants. He was a dusty old fellow, who loved to take care of animals since he was a boy. Duo had allowed him to stay with the animals whenever he felt. Right now, Duo had his very own Mustang. It was a wild one, no one could believe he had tamed it. That's why Duo did it himself, he couldn't risk having one of his servants hurt. It worked too, the horse had become his best friend. Duo named him Saracean. It was a very beautiful, black horse. Duo mounted his horse, and took off for his destination.
He galloped all the way there, not taking any chances to be late. If there was one thing to know about meetings with the King's counselors, it was promptness. They used it as a sign of respect. If you were late, you had no respect for the King. Duo moved as quickly as he could. Feeling the rush of wind through his hair. Oddly enough, there was no rain. It was the beginning of a thunder storm, but it wasn't raining. Though it was better off not raining or Duo would be soaking wet, arriving at the King's courts.
Finally, the first sign of life appeared, it was another carriage heading toward Duo, coming from the city. As the carriage went by, the driver tipped his hat in acknowledgment, to show his kindness. Duo nodded his way, and continued on. He made it to the courts with time to spare, so he spent extra time tying the reigns to the post. He cared for his horse more than anyone would ever know. A counsel member pulled up next to Duo, and repeated what Duo had just done. Duo took a short glance at the fellow. He was about Duo's height, short blond hair, and soft teal eyes. He looked about Duo's age as well, but how could he have been a counsel member so young at age? The only reason Duo could tell he was a counsel member, was from the initials on his saddle 'K. M. II ' it meant King Mamoru the second. Duo detested the King, he was a greedy, snobbish, prick, that got on Duo's nerves. The worse part was that it was like history was repeating itself. Duo's father felt the same way about the first King. King Endymion. They were exactly the same, and that really ticked Duo off.
The young blond boy turned around, and held his hand out to Duo, Duo looked at it for a second, and then took his hand for a friendly hand shake. "Good evening, I'm Quatre Rebarba Winner. I'm a consoler here, I represent the Winner estate." he said, with a wide grin. Duo nodded his head.
"Duo Maxwell. I'm the one you're consoling" he said sarcastically. Quatre chuckled lightly and then grabbed his document case. They walked into the courts together, and talked about the meeting. As they walked around the corner, they spotted the King. Duo halted, and quickly ran around the corner again. Quatre looked at him confused, but followed his action. Duo peeked around the corner towards the King. There stood Mamoru, doing his best to hit on a young woman. Duo shot a look at Quatre, with disgust evident on his face. Quatre had to stifle a laugh, it was clear to him that Duo wasn't all that bad of a guy. He couldn't figure out why the King didn't find him suitable for a Lord of a home. He _seemed_ capable of it. Duo took another peek around the corner, and noticed the King walking away, with the woman in his arms... unconscious? Duo signaled for Quatre to take a look, and so he complied. Quatre, uncertain of what he was seeing, sought after the King that he was so loyal to.
"Is that girl unconscious?" he asked Duo worriedly. Duo nodded, though not totally sure himself, he knew something like this was to happen, eventually anyways. Quatre shook his head. The King that he's known since he was a little boy, was now kidnaping helpless women. What if he took them to his room and.... No he couldn't think like that, it just wasn't possible.... or was it? Duo looked back at Quatre,
"I think we should go, or we _will_ be late." Quatre solemnly nodded, and followed Duo to the consolers room.
*****
"This is an outrage! How dare you presume I don't know how to take care of my land. I've been taking care of it since I was a child!" Duo screamed in furiousness.
"You are a child, Lord Maxwell." A consoler reminded him.
"I am of no such sort. I am 17 winters, and it will be 18 winters this autumn.... besides, no one else is more capable of taking care of my parents land, than I? Or did you already come up with a scheme of your own, behind my back, hmm?" Duo asked, a bit more calmly than before. They were treating him as if he was three, and he wasn't going to tolerate it any longer. He found it quite incredulous how they wouldn't give it up. They knew he _was_ the only one to own and work the land, and they didn't care.
The consol member sighed, "I'm sure no one would be able to know as much about the land as you do, but on the other hand, you could always teach one to know as much as you do. It wouldn't be of any harm to allow someone else to rule the land, and for you to stay there." he raised his sagging eyes (from old age) to meet with Duo's violet ones, "Maybe if you had someone to work with you, I wouldn't see any problems, but we all know that you can't very well manage a household, farms, and servants on your own. It just isn't possible. So I hereby, allow you to have until the next full moon to have an associate, or you _will_ lose your home," and then he struck the table with his palm, to make it official.
Duo swore under his breath, not believing what he was just ordered to do. Find an associate? This was truly unbelievable! And he wasn't about to give up to a bunch of old (well with the exception of Quatre), stubborn idiots, that think they're special because they were picked to do all the dirty work for the King, no sir, as far as he was concerned, for Duo, this was just the beginning!
*****
After Duo Maxwell had left, all of the consol members sighed. they hated this part, especially for the younger ones like Duo. The one with the sagging eyes sighed in distress. "But he's such a good kid, I can't believe we had to put a bid on him. It isn't fair! Not after the death of his parents, he should be allowed to do as he pleases with his own home." the majority of the other consol members, either said 'Here, here,' or nodded in agreement.
Another consol member, lightly elbowed Quatre in the arm, "What were ye fellers talkin' 'bout b'fore ye came'n, eh?" Quatre smiled at him.
"We were talking about the meeting, and how Duo didn't agree with the fact that he should be consoled over his own home. Other wise, we spotted our King doing something unusual." he stopped with a moment of hesitation. But the looks from the others, encouraged him to continue, "We saw him carrying a young lady down the hall and-" he was interrupted by the older gentlemen.
"There's no need to go on, son. We know all about it. Our so called great King catches the young woman's beauty and will stop at nothing to have her to himself. It is rather disturbing, but it's reality and there's nothing we can do about it, unless ..." he trailed off, "Well I don't want to spoil it for you.... maybe we'll get to see something happen, I hear the women are sick of it, and are planning to rebel against him... but that's just another silly rumor."
"Well I hope they do, it'll do good for them to stick up for themselves!" Quatre voiced, and smiled, "But if you'll excuse me gentlemen, I should get going." he nodded to the others, and walked out the door, with his document case in his hand.
"What d'ya think t'will 'appen to de Maxwell youngin?" asked the elder man who sat beside Quatre.
The same man with the sagging eyes replied, "In time... lets hope he'll think of something to do to keep his land, I sincerely hope something miraculous happens. I don't like playing the villain." Again another round of 'Here, here's' and nods went around the table. 'Let us pray, Duo will be the one to stop King Mamoru...'
*****
Duo struggled to keep his horse safe from the incoming carriages that paraded through the narrow dirt road. The storm had acted up during Duo's meeting, and continued to develop as time went by. The harsh rain whipped against his face. The only thing he could think about was how he was going to manage this new obstacle that had so annoyingly blocked Duo's thoughts of anything else. How could this have happened to him? He was a good son, and he knew everything there was to know about his land... but what went wrong? Why was he always being ruined? His parents died, and then his Uncle, who had custody of him, ended up dying from smallpox. It just wasn't right, his life shouldn't be run like a horror movie, because that's all that it was. Horror. Miracles, love, friendship, happiness, caring... none of it was in his life. Not now, not ever. He snorted, thinking to himself how much more unlucky he could get.
Without realizing it, Duo had arrived at his estate, while thinking of the crazy ideas that wouldn't stop playing in his mind. It confused him totally, but interestingly enough, he felt there was a good reason for all of this deep down inside.
He made it to the stables, soaking in his fashionable tailored clothing. The stable master happily took Saracean from Duo, and then Duo ran back to his house. Drenched with wetness, Duo made his way up the stairs, and quickly down the hall. He may have been the Lord of the house, but he certainly didn't want to get his servants mad at him for messing the carpets up.
With record timing, he slipped into his room, and stripped the wet clothing, until he was nude. (AN: No bad thoughts here!! –.–) Replacing the clothes with a dry, warm nightgown. He released his hair from its usual braid, and sat down on his bed. He placed his elbows on his legs, and rubbed his face with his hands in fatigue. Nothing could disturb him of his own home.... except for not legally being at the right age. All the documents for owning land had stated that 'Any age below 18 was not legally allowed to own land, unless he was wed.' But Duo had absolutely no plans of getting married, so that just screwed up this whole issue. He had no choice, but to find a trustworthy associate. Trustworthy being the key word. That wasn't an easy task!
Again, Duo's thoughts returned to his life with his parents. He was so happy, so happy that he thought he could do anything. But on his birthday, that one day that tore his heart from his body, he lost all happiness whatsoever, and nothing could replace it. Nothing.
Duo yelled in distress, hating every moment of his life since he wasn't getting good results living it. And he couldn't live it, not to satisfaction, something he would have to get use to.... unless. Duo thought of something twisted. Very, very twisted. But would it be wrong to want to be with your only loved ones? That's all he wanted since his loved ones had passed away... something Duo was thinking about. Maybe, just maybe he could do it cleanly, without any noise. Death had become his life for a long time now, and he figured, maybe God wouldn't be that mad if God knew his reasons.
Duo made up his mind, and raised from his position on the bed, and proceeded to walk to the balcony that was connected to his room. There he opened the doors, and heard the thunder boom, and the deadly lightening clap. It was so close. Just close enough to... All of a sudden, more lightening struck, and charged at Duo. Striking the balcony, on which Duo stood, electrocuting him, but not to his death.
Duo's mind was filled with a lot of things at the moment. He didn't know what he was feeling, but pain was all he knew right now. It was silencing, and Duo, strangely, seemed to be taken with the beautiful sound. With great forces, wind howled furiously, and whirled about Duo. Blurs of black blinded him, to the point where he couldn't take it. He cried out for death to take him once and for all, but death ignored him. Everything was happening way too fast, and death raged at him to stay still and endure the pain in which was happening. He couldn't move, numb from shock. All emotions surfaced, and frustrated him to insaneness. What did he want again? Death? But was it possible? No. Little voices spoke to him, swirling about his body, entering it and exiting it, telling him that Shinigami ruled, and that death is what he lived for. Eventually Duo complied, believing the little voices, hoping it would all go away if he agreed. But it only got stronger, until he yelled in pain, and rage, mixed, "LET DEATH TAKE ME!!!!!!!" Closing his eyes, he raised his arms towards the sky, "I LIVE FOR DEATH!!!!" and all at once, all emotions evaporated, while the tiny voices disappeared, and the black blurs consumed his body. All evil was present, and too much for earth to handle, as some also entered Duo. Another zap of lightening bolted down from the sky, while the evil was arising from the ground. From the unearthly clash, a radical force shot from the ground, and smashed the house like an atomic bomb. Everything was blown apart, the blow created an atmosphere of evil, which settled over the entire land. All of it.... evil now ruled, and Duo was in the middle of it. Though he should've been dead from the immense explosion, Duo was standing in the ruins of the house, while fire blazed around him, and on him, and his eyes burned with fire. Evil had definitely overruled everything, and Shingami overruled Duo.
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How'd I do??? EH? What's that you say? I made Duo suicidal? Of course I did, how else am I going to make him lustful towards..... oops, I almost gave it away... Well you can't know who the chick is until the second chapter... so REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!!!!! And I won't take no for an answer!!! ^-^ (My dear friend, Dark Cosmos edited this for moi, so be kind....hehe... read her kewlest fic, Uninvited: The Fifth Element)
Ja ne,
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