Feudal War
The Fanfiction
The war was over. And the victorious red army returned, in full glory, their flags held up by the red-faced flag bearers. The two warlords, side by side, were riding slowly through the plains. But perhaps, by fate, they were to be never allowed their well-deserved ceremonies, but rather plunged from the frying pan into the fire. The betrayal through the greed of a brother forced the army right into another tactical wargame.
The year was 408 AD in feudal Japan. At the time, the warlords of the Camui family ruled, god-like over the south and central. Cities of the like of Edo and Osaka were under their reign. And the people of Kyushu trembled with fear upon seeing their flag. Their colors were red, a deep crimson red, of the likes of Caocao, a well-known conqueror in China. But their leader, the almighty Gacktimus Prime (Gackt Camui), ruled benevolently as much as he could, over his people, preferring diplomacy from a force-like approach. His brother, Hyde of the L'arc, just watched him from behind, unbeknown to Gackt, with the green-eyes monster of envy.
The members of Gackt's army were extensive, but most famous of all would have to be his two royal advisors, Ellen and Kuya. Ellen was known for her great beauty, her long flowing blonde hair famous for being cut off as a sign of her sacrifice to the red army and the promise of loyalty to Gackt. Her tactical brilliance was well-known throughout the world, compared to the likes of Zhou Yu from the Wu army in China. And as Zhou Yu had a brilliant rival, so did she in the form of Kuya, the other royal advisor. Kuya was known for his calm mastery of manipulation. Under his smothering dark looks was a beehive of intelligence, manipulating others for the red army's needs. The Gackt, both these advisors were irreplaceable, the combined force of their intelligence and his sheer brilliance made the conquering of Japan as easy as a game of chess. Maximum casualties in the opposition and minimum in their own army.
But Gackt could not command the army on his own and so, handpicked a young man with a sharp mind, intelligent reflexes and looks to match his own, from the old capital of Kyoto, this being K, the phoenix of the west. He had the wit and expression that stole the hearts of millions and the eyes that could crumble even the stoniest of maidens. But K, despite his brilliance of war games and devotion to his armies, had a secret, a secret that ensured his chastity at all places.