黒色のフォンセ!
Kokushoku no Foncé!
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The Ever Night Forest was created by Rahkshi500.
Level 1: 魔界から来た暗黒少女
Level 1: The Dark Girl From the World of Devils
How long has it been since I last felt sunlight? thought Foncé of Clan Ying as she wandered through the streets of Mochinoki, her heavy dark purple hardbound book in one hand, a black parasol in the other. Too soon. Definitely too soon. Even with the parasol shielding her from the sun's accursed rays, she felt weak and dehydrated. One of the darkest of all Creatures of the Night, being out and about during a sunny day made her miserable. Not that it really hurt her—she was just unused to so much light and warmth. She longed for her manor home back in the Ever Night Forest, shrouded in peaceful perpetual midnight.
Home. As far as she was concerned, her corner of the Ever Night Forest was the loveliest place in all of the World of Devils. Yes, her ancestors had been forcefully exiled there, but she would have lived there willingly enough if she had the choice. Nowhere else could one find the beautiful twilight roses or the elegant black liboo fish. Some of the other Creatures of the Night resented having to live in the Ever Night Forest, but to Foncé it was paradise. So much in fact that she almost wished that the wretched sun would extinguish itself and plunge Earth into eternal darkness. An event like that would seriously hamper her mission though, and her dream of becoming an elite ruler would never come to fruition.
The little Devil valued intellect and ability to the point where she proudly labeled herself an elitist. If she were to win the Devil Battle, the World of Devils would become a strict meritocracy, where the elite would be rewarded. The winners would be pushed to go further rather than being forced to console the losers.
Of course, before any of this could happen, she needed to find a partner to read her book.
Foncé hoped that her partner would be a proud aristocrat, or a powerful C.E.O., or a crime lord, a religious figure, a scientific genius, a skilled artist or composer. Anyone with great talent or a large fortune. I'll likely just get an average person though, she thought. Perhaps I can make an average partner into an elite one though. No matter what partner I receive, I'll have to locate Imité and then rediscover the research. Then the fun truly begins.
Just then, her book began to glow. Foncé gasped. She looked to see if anyone was around, and noticed a dour young man in an ally nearby.
Could this be…
As far as Ken Bak was concerned, he hated life and everyone in it. Nearly everyone was just a stupid, brutish ape who deserved to die violently, preferably by his hand. Especially those immature punks who called themselves his classmates.
Ken leaned against the wall in the ally, seething with impotent rage. Those idiots had picked on him again when all he wanted was to be left alone. They made fun of him for his silence, his Korean ancestry, and his lack of friends. The last one really infuriated him—of course he had no friends! Why would anyone think a brilliant genius like him would want to be friends with any of the evolutionary throwbacks that polluted Mochinoki Junior High? If it weren't for his homeroom teacher, Miss Hachiya, he'd burn the building down without any regrets.
Miss Midori Hachiya. She was the sole good thing about school, and perhaps life itself. Ken calmed down a little just thinking about her. Beautiful, smart, and kind, she was the only one who understood him. Everyone loved her, but no one more than Ken. But she had problems of her own—lecherous men were always bothering her, and it filled Ken with even more rage to see his favorite teacher being treated like an object by idiots. How wonderful it would be to kill all the annoying fools and just leave!
"Miss Hachiya…" he murmured wistfully, "let's run away together and never look back! Away from these simpletons and go where we can be alone!"
The hairs on the back of his neck rose, and Ken suddenly had the feeling that he was no longer alone. He turned to see a little girl, perhaps seven or eight-years-old, holding a large purple book and a black umbrella that cast a shadow over her, watching him from the entrance of the ally. He glared at her and hoped she's leave—he hated little kids too.
Instead she approached him, and Ken got a better look at the unwelcome visitor. She had long, wavy black hair, large violet eyes, and an elegant black dress that looked almost Victorian. Up close, he also realized that something seriously wrong with her skin—it looked like ivory, and the joints of her hands were marked with thin black lines.
It's not a girl, he thought with a mixture of alarm and curiosity. It's a doll. A living doll.
"My book," the girl said in a ghostly whisper, "please, try to read it." She offered it to Ken, and he saw that it gave off an eerie purple light. Reluctantly, he took it and opened it randomly. Inside he found incomprehensible characters that were totally unfamiliar to him. He flipped though it, but there wasn't anything he could—wait, at the begging there was a glowing line of text, and even as he stared at the strange symbols, he knew what they said, even how they were pronounced.
"I—I can read this first line," said Ken, his voiced filled with awe. "It says 'Anheiru'."
The girl pointed her left hand to the ground and a small bolt of cold black energy burst forth from her palm. It streaked downward and exploded on impact, leaving a small crater in the concrete. Ken stared at the crater, then at the girl. He shivered with fear and confusion.
The girl looked at him. "It seems that we are destined to be partners."
"W—who are you?" Ken stammered. "What are you?"
The girl smiled slyly, sinisterly. "I am Foncé of Clan Ying, and I'm going to make all your dreams come true."
To be continued...