Story of Evil
A/N: Hello minna~! ^.^ I'm back for a little bit, be happy! I don't know when I can update again, but I assure you, it will be soon. Rewriting all my stuff and more stuffs...:3 Chappy!
Chappy: Yeah? I'm in the car.
Meh: Ok, RIN-CHAN! LEN-KUN! LUKA-SEMPAI! GAKUPO-ONII-SAN! TETO-CHAN! IN THE CAR NOW!
*all get in the car, grumbling*
CHAPPY! GOOOO!
Chapter 1- The way it Started
"Will you get your bloody arse over here and help me out?" The teenage girl's face was scrunched up from trying to hold the blond twin babies that were sleeping in her arms. Although they were small, compact and lightweight, the other things dangling off of the pinkette's arms weren't so easy to carry.
"Ah, sorry about that. Here," a tall, long purple haired teen who had been over at the windowsill darted to the girl's side, taking the girl twin and at least half of the load. He had been smiling, however, when he took some of the things- maybe bags- he winced and dipped over. "My Lady, did you pack boulders? It sure feels like it," he panted. The girl heaved her twin and bags higher, then smiled.
"Minister, your muscles must be going soft if I can carry more than you. This is a breeze," she replied, gliding to the luxurious pink couch that had more embroidery on it than Queen Elizabeth's best dresses. This story isn't in her time, but it still is a very 'royal' story. The pinkette dropped her bags, but not the twin, on the couch. She put the boy twin she held into a yellow cradle specifically designed for the two- their names on it in golden thread. Gently, very softly, she lowered him into this magnificent crib- then she walked over to the struggling teenage minister who was almost on the floor, took the baby girl from his arms, then swiftly, yet with just as much care as the boy, lowered her into the cradle as well. The purple headed boy finally made it over to the other couch, then dropped all his load onto it, heaving.
"Miss Luka...how can you...do that and not...have a heart attack?" The boy's face lifted to lock eyes with her bright, blue ones. They were full of amusement over the teen's excertion, and she considered it rather funny that a girl was stronger than a boy.
"Gakupo, I think you need to go to my sister's courts again, you seem to be weakening." His face scrunched up with a look that clearly read, 'oh heck no'.
"Miss Luka, really? We already watch over her children, carry out her duties- why is is that we must also train?" Luka just snorted, rolled her eyes, then looked at Gakupo with a face that said, 'isn't it obvious'? Gakupo sighed, then moved over the bags a bit so there was room for him to sit on. He sat down, sinking into the soft couch. "Fine, fine, tommorow. But you'd better help me with the dinner tonight, I'm beaten out as it is. The taxes, King Mikuo requesting that I come over and announce the twins' birth, and then a man the people call 'Meito the Knight' coming to upsurp Ann? That's enough for me to handle for the rest of the month, my lady." The pinkette sighed, rubbing her temples before putting some bags onto the floor to sit next to him.
"I know about Meito. He was actually my best friend-" She was cut off by Gakupo, who looked livid.
"What do you mean by that?!" Luka grabbed Gakupo's arm, then drew him back into the couch before replying.
"As in I knew him once upon a time, but I didn't love him or anything like that,"she spat. Gakupo seemed to sink deeper into the couch, face popping out against his purple hair, having turned beet red.
"S-sorry, m-my Lady." It was almost inaudible. Luka sighed, then shut her eyes, leaned back, and replied.
"I forgive you, Minister. But you know very well that if I din't love you, I-"
"Wouldn't have accepted my proposal," Gakupo finished in a whisper. "I know. But I am worried that he may want to use you against Ann. He will take over the kingdom, most likely kill the heirs-" his arm went to the cradle,"and then go for their mother. It's just too much to handle."
"Meito wouldn't do that. He'd take over the kingdom, but not kill the heirs, most likely raise them to be like him and become his heirs. But you're right," she said, face almost gloomy,"they would kill my sister. They can't leave the queen lying about, now can they?"
"I suppose you're right, my Lady. But I hope that they won't. I truly will miss her cakes," he sighed. Luka frowned, then punched him lightly on the arm.
"You rude-" But he was laughing now, laughing. Luka slapped the back of his head, causing him to let out a small "ow!" and to stop laughing. Both of them, in moments, sunk back into the couch.
"I truly hope you're wrong, my Lady."
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"Len! Len! Come quickly!" The short haired blonde girl waved to her brother, who resembled the girl in almost every way.
"Yeah?" He looked up. Both of them were in a large, grassy meadow. Flowers of all sorts surrounded the children, who played there most of the day and almost all morning. Besides breakfast, of course.
"Hurry!" The girl's yelling made Len leap up to the girl, who was holding something that resembled a circle. He pumped his legs to go fast, then he slid neatly onto the empty grass beside her, grinning wickedly
"Here, sis. Now what're you hollering about? I'm sure the whole town can hear," he joked. She rolled her eyes, then smiled and held the circle out to him.
"Here, I made it for you," she said, putting it gently into his hands so as to not bend it. It was a circlet of flowers, small, bright yellow ones, that contrasted nicely with the dark green grass. He held it there for a moment, then smiled and held it tighter.
"Thanks Rin!" He smilde wider, then she laughed brightly. Innocent. Such a pure, untainted laugh that Len wanted more than anything to take it, put it in a bottle, and let it out again when he was sad. His face considerably brightened at hearing his twin's laugh, as though it was a much better gift than the wreath.
Then the bad things began. A pink haired woman and a tall, pruple haired man suddelny came out from the bushes, then both of them grabbed Rin by the arms. She screamed, kicking violently. "Let me go, let me go! Len!" The boy leapt up, still clenching the wreath tightly.
"Rin! Rin!" Another pair of arms wrapped around the boy, and drill-styled magenta hair fell beside his face as Teto, the children's guard, restrained him."Let me go! Rin's in dange-"
"She's fine. Don't worry about her." The boy's frantic eyes met Teto's calm, reassuring ones. But it didn't help his fear. Tears began to dribble down the boy's soft cheeks.
"Why are they taking her?" He turned back to his twin, who still fought, but had fallen silent and was now looking at him. Both of their eyes were filled with tears now.
"Don't worry. She'll be fine," Teto repeated."Now let's go back home."
"Home," the boy echoed softly. Home wasn't home without Rin. Never would it be.
"Come on," Teto called, as the carridge that now held Rin began to go away. The boy stumbled onto his feet, running until he was in the middle of the dusty road. His tears never faltered as he watched his sister being taken away to God knows where.
"Rin," he whispered. The carridge soon went downhill a little, then bounced out of sight. The boy stood, eyes transfixed on the place where the top of the carridge had vanished. Then he fell to his knees, face in his hands, and wept.
And to think that the day had started out perfectly pleasant, with an innocent wreath. Len really wished that he had bottled up that laugh, because he wanted his sister back. But seeing as that wasn't happening, he wanted something to remind him of her. That made him remember the wreath, which he brushed out of his mind, causing him to remember why he was crying.
Again the tears fell strongly, staining the ground from tan to a dark brown. Even Teto's arms, which were filled with comfort, weren't helping. Not at all.