War.
The cold, silent and deadly whisper of the red-eyed clan leader was heard in the entire valley, as the red and black Mon of his family raised in all the villages that respected his name. After months of tension and intrigue, the Orihara Clan managed to lure the Heiwajima Clan into the macabre dance of slaughter and blood. However, this task was not accomplished by force but by words; an endless stream of gossip and mind games, all of them prepared by the brilliant and sinister mind of the Clan Leader and his brothers.
The Orihara clan was composed entirely by shinobi, shadow warriors expert in the arts of combat, infiltration, manipulation and deceit. This war was created as a special opportunity to test themselves against a powerful and proud enemy, and to confirm the idea of his leader:
"Honor only leads to destruction, only manipulation can bring stability to this country"
With this idea into their minds, the Clan went to battle. The Leader and his brothers were sure of their victory; after all, each one of them was a master at one of their arts: The blade of Saike was as sharp as the wind of winter, the words of Hibiya as commanding as the sweet music of mind itself, Hachimenroppi could feign the innocence of a lost boy when he infiltrated into a place, and Izaya was incredibly agile in each sense a man could be.
They all marched to war, along with their people. Their Mon, two red eyes at the front of a red circle, flowed in the wind proudly. None of them knew that destiny was preparing strange circumstances for each one of them to find the enemy and rebel against the war they have arranged.
War.
The sad and strong words of the blonde clan leader traveled fast across the plains as each village and castle raised the blue and white Mon of the Heiwajima clan. After years of insults and honorless threats, only confrontation and struggle could cleanse all the wounds inflicted over the clan´s morale. The choice for war was a sad one, and the hearts of the clan leader and his brothers were sunken into the silent sorrow of mourning. All of them knew that, no matter the result, their beloved people would suffer the death of many.
The Heiwajima Clan was composed entirely by samurai; honorable warriors who mastered the arts of swordsmanship, archery, meditation and philosophy. This war was a necessary catastrophe, for they knew that the Orihara clan would love to stir war among the nation just to prove that manipulation could unite the realm.
"Honor must prevail, for only peace and harmony can bring together this land"
With their swords ready and their eyes focused, the entire clan marched to war. The Leader and his brothers sure of their quick victory, after all, each one of them had a special talent: Tsugaru moved both his sword and his words with a dream-like softness, Derikku was loved as a Prince among his people, Tsukishima could develop cold and efficient strategies without shedding blood and Shizuo could chase and subjugate anyone with the strength of a feral cat.
The crest of the Heiwajima clan, a white mountain standing in the middle of a blue circle, flowed in the cool wind of the plains while the clan marched and joined to battle. None of them knew that peace would come after the rebellion of their own hearts and the mending of their spirits.
Thanks for reading the introduction for this fic. As you can see, it is settled in a feudal Japan AU.
I changed the names of Psyche [Here "Saike"] and Delic [Here "Derikku"] to make them sound less western and more Japanese. In addition, I put many references in the description of each character talent, so I hope you had fun reading them ^^
I would love to know your opinions; this is my first time writing a Durarara! fanfic, and I am a little bit nervous.