I dont own Durarara,
Red: I had a dream, like a really odd dream that my name was Nervera and I was a princess of a country called. Hinland. So I transformed that dream into this~
Hopefully everything is answered, there is a lot to try and understand, and I tried to add that into the story.
Hope you enjoy~
Ok, so bearers are a third gender, and are treated more like property. The royal is stuck marrying who is chosen to them, and most bearer's fall in love strait away with the one that is chosen fore them.
But not in this case~
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"Keisairuo. A beautiful small country north of hills, and white marble rocks that jutted up from the ground in great columns. Here in the lands there is a royal family, the Oriharas. They go back hundreds of generations. Each different from the something should be pointed out about these lands.
There is male, female but the a third type of people. A male race that could have children called the Bearers. They are smaller and weaker then most, but contain stamina, and silver tongues."
"I'm not that much smaller!" A young raven complains to his mother.
Carmel caring eyes met ruby red.
"Of course not my dearest." The blond nearby states, "remember, you're royalty. Nothing but god will be bigger than you."
Hibiya sighs, "I don't want you growing some sort of god complex."
Delic had to hold back a short snort from his desk. He was currently looking over shipping deals with other countries as his wife was reading once again about their country to their son, who just so happened to also be a bearer like his mother.
"Meany, I should make you pay for that laugh."
Izaya giggles, and pulls the large book to his face looking into the ruby eyes of the past family. The greats kings and queens of old.
"Why are my eyes red?" He asks suddenly, his four year old mind curious.
"Well... In Delic's family, the main Orihara branch, red eyes mean you're destined to be a bearer." Hibiya informs as best as he could.
Delic sighs, pushing back in his large velvet chair. "As for gold eyes in your mothers family means that you will become one of the best horse riders in history."
Izaya looks between the two. Pink, not red, and gold, not Caramel.
"Mama, how did you both fall in love?" He asks making Delic and Hibiya go red.
They were just a small happy family. Who just so happened to be royals.
"Uh, we didn't actually." Hibiya says much to Delic's annoyance.
They both made their ways through the grand hall with the paintings of ravens and blonds of their family history, moving to Izaya's room.
"We were chosen for each other. Falling inlove came much afterwards." Delic frowns as Hibiya says this.
"Yeah..."
Izaya blinks becoming tired as his parents laid him down for the night.
"Wait! Chosen?" The baby ravens eyes got bigger.
"Yes my son." Delic kisses Izaya's forehead. "As a royal you can't marry who you want. But, for now you are just a baby."
"I'm four!"
Both parents laugh, and hug their son tightly.
"Yes, only four though. Mmm. One day in the future you will know..."
~|_x_|~
Ten years later.
Izaya had grown up covering his true life. He was the prince, he was a bearer, he was a clever god among humans.
His parents watched him grown, and sent him to the public schools to make him appear normal.
If anyone found out the royal was a bearer parents would try to rig everything. They would set their sons up to force Izaya into their arms, and show they were the match for him.
The raven couldn't care less about relationships. Figuring that in ten years everything would be chosen for himself. He had no interest in women, as to be expected in a bearer who can only mate with a man, and never took to dating anyone.
His only friends were a doctors son, Shinra, and a knight in training Kadota.
But then high school came.
Shinra wanted him to meet a special knight who was training for the royal guard. He said that this was the one who destroyed the monument Aom. An old place where women collected grain. The unknown knight had lifted one huge column of marble and threw it almost a mile away in a fit of rage, injuring many humans nearby and creating a whole fan base of haters for him.
Izaya found an interest in this male, and agreed to meet him after school.
The meeting hadn't gone well...
"You piss me off..." The first spoken words of the knight, and beast of the world, Shizuo Heiwajima. A blond protozoan with the strength of a thousand men.
Daily chases through the sections of the city known as Ikebukuro, and the many destruction of cabbage stands that were thrown at the slim raven who with a flick and a ruby eyed wink would doge with the greatest of ease.
The Brute Of Ikebukuro was Izaya's favorite play toy for the years to come. He love his angry face, his stormy amber eyes, his strength, everything about the monster he loved.
In class Shizuo and Izaya along with Shinra and Kadota were taught the normal things. How fight, how to cure, how to take care if your lover is a bearer, how to do math, read kanji, how to deal with the selections. Shizuo and Izaya fought throughout all of these classes.
Izaya hated the class 'health'. Specifically when it came to bearers. All the males were told that they had to take extra care of a bearer. If they did something to upset him it would hurt him more than most. Every little feeling was overblown, so precaution was needed.
They were taught about how the bearers were a lot more fertile than a regular girl, and that having children with a bearer created very strong and healthy offspring.
Shizuo took all the words to heart, he never wants to hurt a girl, and he really didn't want to hurt a bearer.
After those classes Izaya would say something to piss the blond off and get massive impossible things thrown at him as their daily chases occurred.
And then that day came.
The day Shizuo found out that he was going against everything he was ever taught.
Izaya stood with the many females, and one other male who was also a bearer, watching the teens leave to the training islands.
Shizuo had taken nothing with him. Before he left, he took one last look at Izaya.
His eyes going wide, surprised to see him with the girls who were to stay.
"Fucking flea. You're a bearer!?"
Izaya nods, "goes against everything you were taught, ne?" He giggles, "oh, and it's ok if you never return~ The islands are the place for the ones who can control themselves~" he couldn't help but to tease the older.
Shizuo glares a while longer before disappearing into the long boats.
~|_x_|~
It has been ten years, three months, and twelve days since.
It was midday when, the callers began to come out, and the villagers arise and flooded the streets, awaiting the period. Awaiting to see what young men and woman shall be matched. it has been years since the royal match has been decided. So everything this year mist be perfect, in this nation of Keisairuo.
A young adult male sighs. sitting on the edge of an old farm. Looking over the line of males, so brilliantly called men. After the men return from the period camps, they leave when they are 17 and after seven years they come back, they are immediately put into a long line that runs through the whole mountainous village. They are put there wearing their best for two days to show off the other listed girls, and a few bearing guys, that they are ready to be married off to one of them...or to the prince/princess.
The girls gossip about the boys, having not seen them for years, and they come back looking...fabulous and handsome.
"Remember Henry! He was such a small shrimp of a guy...and now... just look at what camp has given him! A sack of handsome!" A cherry blond squeaks to her friends.
All the girls, dressed in their finest start to line up as well. There were two lines.
The men who just came back to be married off, and those girls and bearers who will become the wife of those men.
Just at random, the royal is placed somewhere. He grins still nobody knows what he looks like.
The human loving male doesn't wait in line just yet, his grin getting smaller.
He just hopes today can be over.
He just wants to go to his friends, and relax.
But even then he can't.
All of the newly engaged couples are sent away to one of Keisairuo's many islands for a romantic retreat, so called, so right after being matched it is strait onto a boat and sent away for two weeks.
Well not less you're royalty...
Then you get matched and have to go put on your actual best outfit, and make a long boring speech, then you're allowed to go onto the boat.
The female line gets longer and nearly reaches the farm, so the dark haired brunet stands and goes into the line.
He's wearing all black, and fur linings. The others are dressed up with the fashion of the queen. Bright yellows and greens, a few even wearing a bright red.
The guy rolls his eyes, and looks around the guarded line.
He notes a few knights looking straight at him.
He mentally rolls his eyes again.
'How inconspicuous...'
The callings start.
The future wives tell their name to the royal Dukes, they find it in the pile and yell out the wedding contract and then the male's name. Then the male has to get out of line to meet his new wife.
It's not a forced selection; some don't marry those that are picked for them. Though in order for that everyone in their family has to agree. But this whole sorting process is done because the citizens wanted to be able to give their children a chance at becoming royal.
So once the prince or princess's mate is chosen, there is no turning back.
The only issues with the ceremonies are...invaders.
All of the soldiers are sent back to their homes or into this line. Leaving everything unguarded.
And in forty years past to the last matching, there was an attack, and same with many matching prior, so another attack is most definitely going to occur.
The line moves a bit, and he sees his best friends crush.
A female, with a veil covering her face and incredibly pale skin. Her selection would be interesting seeming how she has no head, and she isn't wearing a dress. She's too shy too, and prefers trousers instead, and a pretty black shirt made of her classic shadows.
But she looks to her longtime friend, and waves. She didn't like Izaya very much, but she delt with him because he was strange to the other popular girls as well.
Most ladies didn't like Izaya. He was a pretty little raven with too big of a god complex, and she was a strange faceless women who had lived with a deranged young doctor, Shinra was sent to the island as well.
[Hiya!] she write out quickly on her note pad.
"Hey!" The first one yells back, earning some glares that he ignores.
The dullahan lets others go in front and stops when they reach each other.
"Celty Sturlson, a lovely day to be out an about some lovely humans...ne?" The taller says as they hook arms.
[Of course, nothing better in the world...] Celty says both acting like snobby aristocrats.
Their friendship was odd, only knowing each other through a good friend of theirs, Shinra.
Izaya giggles as a few men look at them. 'Heh, any one of these guys could end up being with me...'
Two weird people. The guys probably hoping not to be placed with them.
"Let's go to the back and wait." Izaya suggests, and they move back to the end.
Watching the parade performers getting ready.
Once to royal couple is announced they will flood the streets to celebrate.
But until then they practice.
"So who do you think you'll be put with?" Izaya asks leaning ungraciously on the fence that separates the females from the streets.
[I donno...]
"There's nobody you like?" Izaya leans closer, putting on her sneaky smile.
Izaya could sense the blush from under the veil, [nope! Nobody here!] She lifts the pad up to cover part of her veil, feeling the eyes of the men.
Izaya laughs a pats his somewhat friend's 'head'. "We still have a ways to go before you meet your man."
Celty nods, still covering her face.
Izaya frowns for a moment, thinking he saw a flash of blond hair in the front of the them in the guys line.
Celty grabs his arm and forces him to walk the correct way. Izaya shakes his head and goes with the line as if nothing has happened.
Still hanging onto Izaya's arm they go up a flight of steps, still only half way through the old village. Now overlooking the old wooden and old white stone houses carved out of the hills, that lead up to a mighty mountain that overlooks the bays, and the city of Ikebukuro, on that mountain is the castle where the royals live, but the matching happens in the town square, which is at the first set of gates that lead to the castle.
The line moves some more.
The citizens becoming more anxious. The royal has yet to be matched.
Izaya grins as he looks to some of the older knights, the ones making cat calls at the girls.
Celty stops her hugging to wave at a male with glasses, he waves back.
Suddenly there's a volley of pound bangs,
Gun shots.
Some are alarmed, most aren't.
The guards rush to the action, and Izaya is tempted.
His last fight had been years before with a certain protozoan by the name of Shizuo Heiwajima.
Then a knight falls nearby.
"Damnit!" Izaya jumps the fence.
Celty would of rolled her eyes if she had any.
Izaya is one of the few bearer men that are knights in the kingdom. There was only two more, and one was his own mother. He was allowed to fight, but on a day of tradition, he should of just stayed in line.
Izaya grabs a few knives from the knights, and moves again into action.
"Shouldn't you be inline?" A knight by the name of Sir Kadota asks the teen as he takes down two masked attackers.
"Shouldn't you?" He shot back, and reloads. " I think they can wait a bit, I mean we only get this excitement once in a while."
Sir Kadota grins, "only you would call this excitement." He was the only outsider of the royals that knew who Izaya truly was.
Izaya takes out a knife a expertly throws it into an invaders throat.
"Get the princess!" A masked man shouts pointing at the line.
"Wait!...they are here to kidnap the princess?" Izaya was not at all stunned.
"Apparently..." Sir Kadota grins, and throws three knifes, each one landing in the intended target. " I think this is the same as last time... Stop the male name from being called and kill the males leaving the princess unmarried. Thus ending it's rule until he accepts a proposal, and until then the country is defenseless..."
The raven nods, "seems like it..."
They look at each other.
"You have to get to the front of the line. They call your husbands and then the rest of the gaurds will be able to do some real work."
Izaya nods, he runs across the road, then along the fence. The line had moved a lot since she left.
He runs, and then the queen is running in the other direction towards him.
He's wearing all gold, and the purest jewelry in the country drapes his crown ears and neck, and his hands.
But his black hair had his usual golden crown in it, and he nearly in tears.
"Izaya!"
"Mom!"
They hug the fence still separating them.
"We were afraid that you would fight with the attackers!"
Izaya nods, "I did until someone reminded me as to why they would attack. So I'm going to the front of the line."
The queen nods, "your father is waiting, and the guards have been summoned, hurry! Hurry!"
Izaya runs his short blackish brown hair blown back by his pace.
He could see the end of the line. Nine females and ten males were left. Kadota had jumped into line right then, and Shinra was glancing around settling his eyes on Celty and Izaya.
Celty sees the ruby eyed raven. [Izaya!]
"I'm fine I need to get to the front of the line...like now!"
Celty holds a hand out showing she was confused at her friend. [Why?]
"No time!" Izaya gets out of line and goes to the front, earning glares from the other girls.
"I need to be announced now."
The dukes look up, "you must be inline."
Izaya glares. "By orders of my mother the queen of Keisairuo. You must announce my, Izaya Orihara's, contract."
The Dukes look to the teen.
Suddenly with reconization. "Yes, yes indeed..."
He stands, and the royal trumpets start, the world goes silent. The citizen were waiting for the royal princess so…here she is.
"And now announcing! His royal, the bearer son of his beauty and fairness Queen Hibiya Orihara, and the son of his majesty the brave and mighty King Delic Orihara. The lovely and mighty Prince Izaya Orihara." There was an astounding applause, and many rose to their sore feet. They have all been waiting and standing all day for this.
... Correction, here HE is...
Celty stood in shock as did the other men and women in the line.
Izaya looks to the caller, who opens the contract that is laced in gold.
" by the power of the gods Heinil and Isarvei vested into me, I announce, his highness future!"
Izaya looks into the line of ten, they all looked about to pass out or jump out of line or they were staring at him like some prize. But it was only a glancing look.
"The future mighty king of these lands! The one who will take the beloved Izaya's hand in matrimony is... Sir..."
Izaya's thoughts went to the face he was staring at in line. He didn't love him, but he could at least deal with him for the rest of his life. 'Kadota, Kadota! Oh pleeaasseee!'
"Shizuo Heiwajima!"
The gods be damned...
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Red: hope this wasn't too bad~ I just really liked this dream, and thought it would be an interesting fic, sooooo here it is^^ please comment, fav, any ideas, I'm still planning this one, soooo idk what's gonna happen （＾∇＾） I'll update soon~~~ maybe like...,wensday~~