The Pendant

A Larva/Miyu story

All characters do not belong to me, with the exceptional of a few original, minor characters, but I do claim the rights to the story. Beta-ed by Abelle/skyescrisis. Revised, as of May 13, 2003.

Miyu Yamano stared curiously at the beautiful yet mysterious-looking pendant she was holding as she sat on her bed, given to her by her older sister Chisato. She had practically broken nearly every traffic law trying to reach to her sister's apartment two days ago, thinking something had dreadfully happened to the girl ever since Chisato had declared the meeting significant. She was still fuming as she realized Chisato had only wanted to give her an item, but a very exquisite item at that: a golden pendant that, Miyu swore, was positively glowing every time she had her back to it. So she questioned Chisato.

And what did her sister say?

"You're imagining things," Chisato had replied, shaking her head in puzzlement. She ignored the look Miyu shot her. "That's just a pendant, for crying out loud. There's absolutely nothing wrong with it. Your imagination must be running wild, Miyu," she added dryly. "So I found it. So I have this crazy urge to give it to you. If you totally hate the thing, just hand it over to me!"

"Well, laugh all you want. I'm really sure it glows every time I look elsewhere," Miyu replied sharply as she crossed her arms, eyes flashing. What will it take to get it through her sister's head? "It's scary." Scary was a word of understatement, since the last time Miyu checked, jewelry did not glow an eerie green.

Chisato had just glared at her in exasperation, stupid girl. "Will you stop blurting out such nonsense? Honestly," she muttered. "If you would just listen to yourself and think of how idiotic that sounds." She deliberately turned her back to Miyu, signifying an end to their discussion. Miyu had stormed out of the apartment, nearly frustrated enough to curse her sister to agonizing hell.

In fact she was so absorbed in thoughts that she had totally forgotten to question where exactly did Chisato acquire such a lovely pendant and why had she given it to her. Chisato was known for hunting down dazzling jewelry and anything that even remotely gleamed. It still hadn't sunk in that Chisato had just... willingly given it to her. A quick dug in her memories revealed several bitter feuds between them, from earrings to priceless necklaces.

Well, she owned the pendant now and Chisato can't have it back, no matter how much she pleaded or begged. Miyu grinned crookedly at the image of her sister on her knees, and couldn't help laughing just then. Such actions, Miyu would never see the prideful Chisato doing that. She stood up from her bed and held the pendant an arm's length away, staring at it quizzically, not knowing exactly what to do with it. Such breathtaking loveliness; Miyu wondered if Chisato's mind was really working in order. She fastened it around her slender neck and headed to her bathroom mirror, glancing at her reflection and the way the pendant gleamed.

It did look nice on her; she had to admit.

Absently, her fingers touched the center of the pendant, as she continued gazing at herself in the mirror. For a moment, she thought she heard a tingling sound: a weird, soft, tingling sound, and whirled around, squinting into her bedroom. Her mom was out shopping, so she should be the only one currently at home. Frowning, she turned back to her reflection. She glanced at herself once more, and then headed to her bedroom. So deeply in thought Miyu was...

"I do not appreciate being ignored, little girl."

Miyu whipped around so fast, her head hurt. Her brown eyes widened at the sight of a complete stranger standing in the middle of her bedroom, staring at her as if she sprouted two heads. All in all, there was a guy -- a guy -- in her room, and the confusion nearly knocked her off her feet as she stopped dead in her tracks, mouth gaping open. She was in her own house, right? She didn't happen to waltz into the home of a total stranger, right? A quick look around her bedroom showed that she was indeed where she belonged, and she had yet to tell herself that there was a guy standing in there.

A guy.

"Who are you?" she cried, terrified at the thought of her parents finding out. Wait, it wasn't her fault he crawled in here! "And what are you doing standing in the middle of my bedroom? It's three stories high!"

The guy looked positively annoyed. "How..-You summoned me, you fool."

What was remarkable was the way he looked, a face shockingly handsome in a devilish kind of way, blessed with baby blue eyes and with light aqua hair. He was well-developed; at least that's what she thought as she took note of the strange black cloak that seemed draped over his body, out of the corner of her eye. Good God, had the guy no fashion sense? But that didn't matter when she realized her mom could be arriving home any minute, and given the unpredictability to burst in at any times, Miyu could hardly explain the stranger away. Miyu could just imagine her mom's reaction.

Not a pretty picture, to say the least.

Her face turned purple as his eyes traveled down her body as slowly as they traveled back up. She ought to slap him, like she had seen her friends do when their boyfriends pissed them off. The urge left her a moment later, when she swallowed again at the thought of her mom just... bursting into the room. Miyu winced. But before she could speak, Pretty Blue-eyes raised an eyebrow and half-grinned.

"Aren't you a little too young for that kind of endeavor, little girl?"

"What? It's Miyu, you insufferable ass." she murmured, not grasping the true meaning of his words as she took in the sight of that smile in awe. Truly no one could be that handsome; but she remembered her History teacher with the brilliant green eyes, and she recovered instantly. May hell freeze over before she subjected herself to those giggling schoolgirls who hunted the pants of every male in school.

The stranger smiled wider. She remained undaunted, well, tried to. "What are you talking about?" Miyu said defensively. "And I'll say this once again: how did you end up in my bedroom? And who are you? And-," Miyu stopped, confused. The guy straightened to his full height, towering a good five inches over her, but of course, she refused to be intimidated. She refused to be intimidated by anyone, least of all, a total stranger who had the gall to stare her down like that, in her bedroom. She glared daggers at him, which made him once again grin.

"Look..uh..."

The detestable guy wouldn't stop grinning. "I am called Larva. No middle name, no nothing."

Miyu stiffened. "All right," she snapped. Will he ever stop grinning? "I want you to get the hell out of my room this minute, this second before I call my parents in!" As if she would, but he didn't have to know that, did he?

She was beginning to despise that arrogant smile. Seriously. "You can't. Once you summoned me, I am yours to command," he replied calmly and arrogantly sat down on her bed. He eyed her in amusement. "I'm not that bad," he shrugged, blinking innocently. She glared furiously at him and stormed out, momentarily forgetting she was running out of her own bedroom. 'This is not happening, she thought, still chagrined. She needed to have a talk with Chisato. Immediately. One thing for sure.

She was not happy.


Back in Miyu's bedroom, Larva stood up and glanced around the room, partially impressed and amazed with what he saw. "Impressive," he murmured to himself, picking up a remote control and studied it closely. 'Garline would flip over this stuff,'' he grinned as he pictured his brother oohing and aahing over this strange item. He pressed a button, and blinked in surprise when the television flickered on.


"So what happens if that one person betrays me?" the strange people in the strange television shrieked.


Bewildered, Larva pressed the button again, and the screen turned blank.

He glanced at the door, wondering where in the world his superior was now. He fought back urges to laugh; the dear girl was simply too amusing. What threw him off was why she didn't throw herself at him as most females did. He half-expected her to swoon over his good looks and plead for him to take her, like what his current mistress, Lady Carlua, did and he would flash her his famous smoldering smile -- there was no one who could really resist that smile, could it? -- and give in. Instead, she proved to be very surprising indeed, for, although he had seen the familiar look that leapt into her eyes once he presented himself to her, he didn't count the resistance that would be there, and needless to say, he was mildly intrigued. Not very, but mild enough. It was going to be a challenge for him, for the first time in ages, and he welcomed the challenge, taking into account the number of dull days that passed by. He smiled to himself in anticipation of charming (perhaps seducing) the adolescent; supposedly his controller, though he knew without a doubt that she would throw a fit if she ever hear him call her that, having witnessed to her temper.


He had the charms, the looks, the body, and the brains. Women, both young and old, fawned over him, an extremely sore point for Garline, who was equally as good-looking. Why, all he had to do was to snap his fingers and women dashed madly to him. He frowned then. She couldn't be too young for him, could she? She seemed to be a tender age of fourteen or fifteen... if she was, then he'd be twice as old as her! Larva had morals too.


Still, he remembered the body he openly examined. She could definitely rival Carlua in looks and body, who was considered one of the most desirable whor.. er.. ladies in the country. That body didn't belong to a fourteen-year-old girl, and upon realizing that, immediately Larva's body became alive and he groaned. Where would he find someone willing in this time? He wasn't sure if he could do it in twenty-four hours. He shook his head. He would turn on his charms, seduce Miyu in the right time, and satisfy himself. He was mindlessly filled with pleasure. Carlua once commented that members of the opposite sex could never resist if he charmed them to death.... he couldn't possibly fail.


Right?



"Whoa," Chisato blinked as Miyu threw open the bedroom door of her apartment, looking as though she's about to breathe fire. And in one split second Chisato thought she was actually capable of doing that, noting Miyu's look of fury. She took a step back, holding her hands in front of her.


"Now what's gotten into you?" Chisato asked curiously. Miyu looked like she wanted to kill.


Miyu gritted her teeth. "What's gotten into me? Why don't you ask yourself what's gotten into me," she snapped. "Or better yet, why don't you tell me what's going on with this blasted pendant you gave me!!!"


Chisato blinked. "What pendant? I didn't give you anything," she said, confused. What pendant? What in the world was Miyu talking about?


"Chisato!!"

She grew angry. "I have no idea what you are talking about, Miyu," she said stiffly. "And I would appreciate it if you would not disturb my neighbors by lowering your volume down."


"Sorry," Miyu said automatically. Either her sister was suffering from amnesia or she was amazingly a brilliant actress, and Chisato was one bad actress. "Just two days ago, you gave me this pendant, see?" Miyu held up the sparkling jewelry. Chisato's eyes grew wide. She had never seen anything like it.. such beauty.. and she supposedly gave that to her sister? "I want that," Chisato breathed, transfixed.

Miyu couldn't help but smile, and she stifled it. "Forget it."

Chisato recovered, and glared.


"The pendant is beautiful, but I've never seen it before in my life," Chisato said sincerely. "Or I would have kept it to myself."

Miyu just stared, dumbfounded, at her sister. "You gave me this pendant two days ago, in this apartment. If it wasn't you, then who gave it to me? Your long-lost identical twin sister?" she said sarcastically. Chisato ignored her.


"Two days ago, I was with Yukari shopping the whole afternoon," she replied, crossing her arms. "You could ask her if you don't believe me."


Miyu threw up her hands in frustration and walked out of the door, shouting," I don't believe this!" before she slammed the door shut behind her. Chisato stared at her, wondering what that was all about. Nevertheless, she still had loads of schoolwork to do, and she can't afford to waste time over such trifling matters such as this.


"Hmm." Garline tapped his chin and glanced at Lady Carlua, who was heading towards him. The afternoon was sunny, and it was a perfect time to relax out in the gardens, having tea. Freshly brewed by Leslie, his personal maid, the day just couldn't get any better. Of course, there was work that awaited him back in his chambers, but he preferred to take a stroll around the Flaire Manor and enjoying nature. Garline was a nature freak. "Have you seen where my brother had gone to? He's supposed to meet me here an hour ago." Carlua shook her head and gave him a smile. "I have truthfully no idea, Garline. He's been missing since this afternoon. To tell you the truth, I'm quite worried about him."


Garline sighed. "Then he was probably summoned by someone who has hold on that cursed pendant. I feel sorry for my brother, indeed I do, to acquire such a ghastly curse from Lady Lilith." He held out a cup. "Tea?"


She shook her head. Her blue eyes turned dark as she frowned. "He'd better not bed anyone. I'll die; surely, I'll die if he does."


Garline turned to her with a light smile. "He, uh, he can do anything he wants to, Lady Carlua," he put it delicately. "My brother could never settle down, did you forget? He's a lost cause, probably with all those women chasing after him," he added, his mouth turning slightly wary. Carlua simply smiled. "Oh, but he will," she promised, ignoring Garline's look of amazement. "I know him inside and out." He shook his head, hiding a smile. "It's a shame, to see a beautiful lady like you with my brother. Aren't I as good-looking?" he commented lightly, laughter evident in his blue eyes. One could see that Garline spoke the truth. Garline was as devastatingly handsome as Larva. Women were excited with Larva because of his charm, his flirtatious attitude. Women were intrigued with Garline, probably because they wanted to draw him out of his withdrawal. Both of them were as different as day and night.


"But how do you attempt to calm Larva?" he questioned, as though his brother was some sort of a wild animal.


"By agreeing to marry me, of course." Lilith waved a finger at him, smiling gently. "Never underestimate the power of a woman, dear Garline. Never."