Side note: Hey, since I love making disgaea stories, im gonna be making more. Note, I'm not quitting the other one, I'm just taking a day to gather some thoughts, since I plan on making sure I have at least 3000 words for each one. Also, the stories I'll be making will be completely different for one another, for exa, this one is totally different from Baal, and has different story line. With that in mind, it will take some use to getting use too, but don't worry, the stories will be just as good :D
Disclaimer: yada yada yada, blah blah blah, don't own game/ anime, just story, blah blah blah, and all that stuff. Once again, don't worry. Still expect some from the Baal series coming up, most likely tomorrow, but being Christmas Eve, it's a half and half chance.
Chapter 1: Strange Changes
As the sun started to rise, Flonne felt the beam of sunlight touch her face as it went through her window. She started to squint her face a bit as the sunlight touched her eyes. She yawned loudly as she started stretching for the new day. Her room mostly consisted of an array of light colors and some flowers up near the window. Her table at the end of a wall had mostly different things that any girl would use in the morning from hair combs, a jewelry box for her earrings, even though because of her extremely long hair you could never really see it that clearly, and a mirror.
She started rubbing her eyes as she walked over to the table, sitting down in the round green chair she had near it. She rummaged through her drawers until she finally found her comb. Her usual tradition was to smile as she kept brushing her bed hair, but this time was a bit different. As she brushed, she started to feel something poking the inside of her bottom lip, something on her left and on her right. The more she tried to ignore it the more it started to irritate her. After trying to ignore it for the last time, she set her brush down harshly from being annoyed, and took a look in her mouth. Her eyes went wide as she let out a loud shriek at what she saw.
Meanwhile, Laharl was pounding on the table for the third time, annoyed at the fact he hadn't received his breakfast yet. Normally, he would get up, go to the dinning table, and about ten minutes later the prinnies would be delivering his buffet of assorted breakfast from pancakes, French toast, waffles, and the whole nine yards. It had been nearly half an hour, and no one had shown up. Come to think of it, he hasn't seen anyone in the castle since he got up. On most cases, no matter what was happening, he would always see at least one other person, whether it be prinny or another one of his vassals. He started grunting to himself, leaning on one of his arms, as he impatiently waited for his meal.
"Where the hell is everybody?!" He shouted as he suddenly stood up, banging on the table with both his hands. His chair fell back as he got up, making a light thud that could be heard echoing throughout the entire dinning room. He started to stomp through the dinning hall and back into the hall way, looking left and right at the empty, silent halls.
"Either someone answers, or I'm blowing this whole castle into dust!" He shouted, gathering energy into the form of a glowing, bright red sphere. It didn't really bother him whether or not he blew it up, considering it had before on some occasions. The prinnies would just have it rebuilt within an hour if that should happen. After waiting for what seemed like an eternity, even though it had been merely five seconds, his orb started to grow until it felt like it was giving off a blazing heat.
"You have until the count of three!" He stammered as he started counting. "One...Two..." Before he could finish his sentence, he heard a loud shriek coming from Flonne's room, making him jump a bit. As he stared into the direction of the screaming, his orb started to minimize until it had completely puffed into smoke.
"Well at least someone said something." He yelled as he started walking to Flonne's room.
Flonne just stared into the mirror, still in shock at what she saw. On the top part of her mouth, about four teeth away from each other in the middle, she saw two large looking fangs that were growing. She panicked to herself, wondering where they had come from, or why they had suddenly grown to begin with. Before she could start thinking more about this, she started hearing footsteps coming closer and closer to her room, causing her to worry.
Laharl grunted as he kept walking to Flonne's room. It took a minute before he finally came to it. The castle was pretty large, making getting from place to place take forever. Reaching for the handle, he started to turn the knob just slightly, before the door came ramming into his face, knocking him to the ground.
Flonne gasped as she realized she accidently slammed the door into him. She felt a strange mix of emotions from guilt and curiosity. Guilt, from the fact she knocked down Laharl by accident, and curiosity, from the fact he came to her not long after she screamed. When Laharl finally leaned up from the ground, rubbing his head, Flonne snapped out of her trance like state.
"Sorry Laharl." She said as she reached her arm out and grabbed Laharl's hand, helping him to his feet. Laharl grunted before finally replying.
"Watch where you're going, got it?" He yelled. He started to stare at her face as he noticed something was wrong with her top lip. "Uh...Flonne?" He started, still staring at her lip that seemed to bulge out on both ends slightly.
Flonne began to grow nervous as he looked at her. Even though it was noticeable, she was hoping she could find some way to hide it before anyone could find out. She covered her mouth with her hand, thinking he wouldn't say anything about it.
"Y-Yes?" She mumbled with her hand covering her mouth. Laharl just started glaring at her more as she tried to hide it.
"Move you hand." He commanded grabbing her arm.
"No!" She yelled back, using her other arm to try and pull Laharl's arm off so he wouldn't see Flonne's mouth. The longer she tried to resist, the harder Laharl started to pull, grunting more as he got angrier.
"Flonne! Let go!" He started to shout. Just as he was ready to stop holding back, and use his strength to forcibly move her arm, he heard someone calling his name.
"Laharl? Laharl?" The voice yelled as it got closer and closer to Laharl and Flonne.
As the blue haired demon heard this, he knew that Etna was calling him for something. He was wondering where anyone was, and was relieved to finally find someone who could cook for him. Laharl glared back at Flonne, who was still looking at him nervously as she kept covering her mouth with her hand. He grunted as he let go of her arm.
"We'll settle this later." Laharl said as he started walking towards Etna. Flonne sighed deeply as she saw Laharl walking away. She walked back into her room, still covering her mouth with her hand.
Laharl glared at Etna as he finally came up to her. It was one thing to make him wait for half an hour without breakfast, but it was another thing to keep him yelling throughout the castle, wondering where everyone was without an answer. He knew her to be lazy, but never the one to piss him off without a good reason.
"Where the hell have you been?" He shouted, demanding an answer.
"Haven't you looked outside this morning? There's something really weird with the sky."
She replied, waving her hand to motion him to follow her. As Laharl walked, he started squeezing his fist in anger. What could possibly be so interesting about the sky? He kept thinking to himself. It's blue, it's always bright in the morning, and it turns dark when the sun goes down.
When they finally stepped through the front gate of the castle, his eye's went wide as he saw, not only all the prinnies looking outside, but the entire town outside was looking up at the sky. As he shifted his gaze to the sky, he didn't recognize anything out of the ordinary at first. It was morning, the sky was the same dull color it always was, blue, the sun was shinning, the moon was out...He stopped thinking as he realized what he just thought of. He looked back at the sky to make sure he wasn't hallucinating, and to his surprise, he wasn't. Indeed, he saw what appeared to be a moon. But there was something off about it. It looked like it was phased, as he could see somewhat through it, and it was green.
"Ok, someone better explain what all this is about." He stammered, wanting a reason for the strange looking sky. Etna just shrugged as a reply.
"No one knows. We've had different mages and striders try to think of something, but all the data they've been researching shows it's impossible for something like this to happen. And the strange thing is that people from all around the Netherworld have been saying that it's appeared in different areas ever since..." She stopped as she looked back inside the castle, looking as if she was hoping someone in particular wouldn't hear her. Laharl started to glare harder at Etna, as she wouldn't finish her sentence.
"Since what?" He yelled. Etna looked back at him with a strange face.
"Since Flonne became a demon." Etna replied. Laharl's expression instantly went to surprise. Before he could respond, he heard Flonne's voice from inside the castle, coming closer.
"What about me?" She asked. As Laharl and Etna looked at her, they shot a weird expression, as they saw Flonne wearing a scarf, completely covering her head from her nose down. It had a stripe pattern of red and white, going from one end to the other. No one said anything for a few seconds until Etna decided to say something.
"Uh...Flonne?"
"What?" Flonne murmured, with her scarf muffling everything she said. Her eyes started to look a little worried.
"Why are you covering your face?" Etna asked.
"Oh...uh...well I uh...um...hey, look at that!" Flonne yelled surprised, reluctant to find something to change the subject. Laharl and Etna felt a sweat drop from the back of their head. But as they just looked at her with an annoyed expression, they noticed Flonne's eyes were reflecting an image of the moon very strangely, in both of her eyes.
"Flonne?" Etna said, trying to get her attention. She waited for a few seconds for Flonne to respond, then snapped her fingers right in front of Flonne's face. Flonne blinked surprised as she looked back at Etna.
"Oh...yes?" She asked nervously.
"Flonne, what's up with you?" Laharl asked, annoyed at Flonne's strange behavior. He took a step closer to Flonne to speak up and make sure she wouldn't lose her focus.
"Uh...what do you mean?" Flonne asked as if nothing was wrong.
"You know what I mean!" He stammered. "You've been acting weird all morning." Flonne's expression started to grow more nervous as she started taking a few steps back.
"N-No I haven't..." She said nervously. She started to pick up the pace as she saw Etna and Laharl starting to walk closer to Flonne.
"Etna, grab her!" Laharl commanded. Instantly, Etna grabbed on to the end of Flonne's scarf and started pulling it. Flonne pulled back as hard as she could, but was unable to overpower Laharl's and Etna's combined strength. She suddenly fell back as she lost her grip on the scarf, causing it to fall off. Etna, who still had the scarf in her hand, looked at it strangely, then at Flonne, who continued to cover her mouth with her hands. Before they could react, Flonne darted off back inside the castle.
"After her!" Etna shouted as they started chasing her. They started running, picking up speed as they got closer and closer to Flonne. Right before they could grab her by the shoulder, she opened the door quickly, slamming it and locking it in place behind her. Laharl jiggled the handle, trying to get the door open, but to no use.
"Flonne!" he shouted, banging on the door. "Open up right now or I'm going to break it open!" He yelled.
Flonne just started to slouch down on the door until she was sitting with her knees in the air. As Laharl started to count, she felt a sudden pain in her shoulders. She would've yelled a bit from how much it hurt, but knew if she did, Laharl wouldn't bother counting and would just bash inside instantly. Tears started to form in her eyes as she felt the pain increase. When she turned around to see, she saw her wings had grown practically a foot longer, and the tips of her wings grew more pointed. She started to become extremely nervous when she heard Laharl say two.
Outside Flonne's door, Enta just kept looking back at the door and Laharl, who kept taking another step back as he counted down. She was nervous herself as whether or not Laharl breaking down the door would be a good idea, where as Laharl just wanted a straight answer from Flonne as to what was wrong with her.
"Last chance Flonne!" Laharl shouted, as he stood his ground, ready to charge the door.
"Go away!" Flonne yelled, causing Laharl to lose what was left of his patients.
"That's it!" He stammered, as he started to charge right to the door.
Etna closed her eyes, not wanting to watch what possible violence could occur next. Right when he was mere inches from breaking down the door, he stopped instantly as he started to hear Flonne crying. She sat there, with her head down and her arms covering her face, still sitting with her knees up. Laharl pressed his ears just to make sure it was really her crying that he was hearing, closing his eyes to really concentrate. The more he listened, the more he gritted his teeth. He finally decided to give up as he just started walking away. Etna looked at him surprised at the choice he just made.
"Prince?" Etna questioned, not wanting to anger him any more than he might already have been.
"Get the prinnies in here." He said as he walked, not even looking back at her. "It's time for breakfast. We'll just get more info on that moon later."
Etna, still surprised by his choice, looked back at Flonne's door. She sighed deeply as she followed the Prince out to the hallway.
Flonne sniffed as she pressed her ear against the door, wondering why it was all silent. She started to yip a bit as she felt her wings grow ever so slightly. She sniffed as she went over to lie on her bed, with her face buried in her pillow.
"What's happening to me?" She mumbled into the pillow.