Disclaimer : I do not own Durarara!
Warnings : Sets in an AU, medieval-ish with some magic here and there. This work also contains some gender bended characters and some Ocs (Don't worry, they are not really important). Lastly, I am deeply sorry if there's a lot of grammar errors, English is not my first language and this is my second fanfiction, so, expects no awesomeness.
[Edited on 27/2/2016]
Chapter 1 : Silent Rebellion
Today is a fine day.
The sun is shining brightly and the wind is blowing gently. One would think today is a great day to fly kite or maybe to have a picnic with the rest of the family.
Except, it was raining arrows.
The fine day is disturbed by the thundering noises of canons and clashing swords as the two kingdoms fought to death for their own purpose.
Lives for today, seems like the cheapest thing on earth. It helds no price as people beheaded and stabbed each other. There's even some who accidently mistaken their own comrades as their enemies. Such is the scene in the Valley of Chivera.
Above the valley, a young woman, complete in a regal clothing sat on her shiny black horse as she eyed the battle below her. Her equally shiny long black hair flutters lightly.
"Iza-nee," A soft voice called her from behind. Izaya turns around to look at her younger sister for a while before resuming back her observation on the battle.
"Our troops is losing. Are you sure we shouldn't just surrender to them?"
'Them'. Oh! How Izaya hates 'them'.
'Them', who called themselves as the greatest empire of all time. 'Them' who took everything away from her. 'Them' who inflicts scars all over her body and heart. 'Them' who proudly screams how they hates violence left and right yet they invaded people's country, took their peace, rape the country's maidens, killed in the name of their so-called justice..
'Them' whom Izaya cursed from the depth of her black heart.
Hah! Izaya is perfectly aware she is not an angel descended from heaven. The evident could be seen by how many people cursed her when she is not looking. She do realises she has done her own fair share of bad things. But, that does not mean she is a devil from hell.
To put it simply.. she's just a human.
Despite sometimes she deny being one. Which causes her lady-in-waiting always feel the need to slapped the shit out of her. Which happens often during her.. less stable moment.
She do has heart. Despite it being much smaller than an atom, it still exist.
"Surrender?" Izaya scoffes quitely. Lips forming a sardonic smile. "Over my dead body."
Mairu and Kururi shared a knowing glance with each other.
"What do they took us for?! A fool?!"
Izaya sighs heavily as she rubs her temple. Isn't this is the part where she is the one who is supposed to be angry? Oh wait, being angry is not her style. Yeah. Izaya rolls her eyes at her own thought.
"Namie-san.. please calm down," Kururi's voice out loud her thought as she watches Namie paces back and forth for the last 15 minutes since the news reached their ears. To be honest, her eyes kinds of hurt looking at Namie's behaviour. She understands the news is shocking and the offer is ridiculous but Namie's behaviour is too.. exaggerating.
Izaya eyed the two messengers from Etruwitus Empire, a blond and a brunet. Both of the men looks like they wanted to shit themselves as they keep lowering their head lower and lower each minute.
"Both of you gentlemen.. raise you head." Izaya smirked as she catches a small glimpse of fear in both of their eyes, yet, both of them kept a proud attitude. As expected of people from that wretched Empire, Izaya thought distatefully.
Izaya handed the guard besides her a letter in which the guard passed it over to the two messengers. One of them bowed as they received the letter in an overly polite manner.
After making sure the letter is in their hands, Izaya opened his mouth,"I want you to send this letter to that brute you called an emperor-"
"Our emperor is not a brute, you slut!" One of messengers, the brown haired one cutted her short and shouted angrily, eyebrows furrowed.
Izaya, annoyed as she was interrupted mid-sentence sends a bone-chilling glare as she tilted her head to the side, half of her hair covering her right eye as her left eye gleaming red.
"You don't say.."
The messenger who realises his mistake quickly bowed as the tempreature inside the room dropped a few degrees, literally. Namie who is watching from the sideline rolled her eyes, muttering how much of an idiot they are under her breath.
The young queen stood up as she walked towards the messengers.
Her previously cold gaze shining in glee as she throws a sweet smile to the brown haired man. Her lithe hand quickly shot up choking the one who shouted to her.
She places her mouth besides the brunet's ear, voice barely loud enough to be heard and she hissed, "You will take this message to that so-called emperor of yours and tell him, I would rather be fucked by a dog rather than surrender willingly, understand?"
The brown-haired messenger shivered as he tried to pry away the offending hand. He nodded in desperation. Izaya let out a satisfied sound before releasing him. Her smile nearly split her face into two as the messenger lowered his body to took a deep breath.
Thinking they will be further threathen if they stay there, both of the men bowed quickly and scrambled out of the door.
The smirk slowly dimmed as she eyed the running cowards. A small part of her expected both of them to be punished if their emperor heard about their cowardice. Etruwitas is no place for scaredy cats after all.
"You sure he won't go batshit insane reading that 'love message' of yours?" Namie asked while making an air quaotation.
Izaya doesn't answer and instead gives an empty laugh.
She walked slowly towards the big balcony and let her eyes wander around the lush green gardens of hers. The garden used to be the place where she played with her sisters when she's still little. The garden is filled with different colours and species of flowers.
Though.. everything changed after her mother died mysteriously one night. Doctors said she was poisoned, but her father refused to believe. Izaya still remembered how her father will work day and night, not spending even a single time with his daughters as he keep looking and looking for the culprit of his wife's death.
Overworking is the reason for his death.
Izaya hits the side of her head slowly at the window's rim. Eyes closing as she held back frustrated tears. Crying is a sign of weakness, her father's words echoed.
"Suicidal act.." Izaya spoke grimly. Her voice barely reaching her companions.
As she closes her eyes, Izaya thought. Many things hit her head. But the main question that she herself never have the answer for is..
Why are they so desperate wanting to overtook their kingdom? Is there something in it that is so precious they couldn't let it be fallen to others hand? If there is.. then what is it?
Izaya always spends her nights and days looking for the answer which she still not sure of. She hates it when she didn't know anything and she especially hates not knowing.
Furthermore, if it is about her own life and people around her.
The entire throne room sat in silent. Nobody dared to utter a single word as the old emperor's face looks so serene. Never before their emperor is as calm as that. Most of the time he will throws something or curses peoples. Added to the fact that such a rude letter just arrives at their doorstep.
"My sons, I have a mission for each of you." After a while, he spoke. His voice gruff and clear, showing dominance. His eyes shone brightly as two of his sons, Shizuo and Kasuka immediately crouched on one knee, a fist hitting the ground.
"Shizuo.. as the crown prince, I would like you to lead our army to the bottom of the Old Marsh Forest. There, you'll meet the Commander of Yellow Scarves Rebellion. Defeats him or persuades him or you could just force him to be our ally, you may took the Fourth and the Sixth Combat Troops with you as well." Shizuo nodded firmly, head lowered all the time.
"As for you Kasuka, I would like you to go to the Isirene Kingdom. Bring this golden tree. Tell her this to symbolise our friendship." Emperor Kichirou hands Kasuka a small tree in pot made from gold. The leaves and 'apples' were respectively made from emerald and ruby.
Shizuo eyed the small tree in his brother's hand. Obviously it is heavy just by looking at the way Kasuka holds the tree close to his chest.
"You could also persuades her or use any means possible to make her agree in being our ally. But do not use force and violence, she would be more resileant." Emperor Kichirou stands up and paces around the small part of the steps, hands clutched behind his back. The letter from Isirene was crumpled in anger, a complete opposite of his composed words.
"Is Queen Izaya still doesn't want to be our ally?" Another voice asked. Sat beside the Emperor's throne is Empress Namiko, their mother. Her face gentle as she eyed her pacing husband.
"She is as stubborn as a mule." Nothing was said afterwards as the king dismissed both of the princes with a swipe of his hand.
Before Kasuka could fully stands up, Kichirou gives him a small note, "Meet me alone in my chamber tonight."
Kasuka nodded impassively and followed after his elder brother's steps.
Shizuo keep eyeing the golden tree as Kasuka carried it, expecting for the tree to fall anytime soon given how difficult it looks like to Kasuka.
"Do you need help carrying that? It looks heavy." Kasuka blinked at his brother and looks briefly at the tree in his hand. He wordlessly hands it over to Shizuo a minute later.
For Shizuo, the tree doesn't even worth any effort to carry considering his monstrous strength. But, Shizuo guess.. for a normal human, such a weight is considered heavy enough.
They walked along the balcony in silent. The air around them felt heavy at each steps causing Shizuo to stop walking abruptly. His brother blinked in confusion.
"Is there something bothering you?"
Kasuka's face as usual is still emotionless as ever. But Shizuo able to read the maelstorm of emotions inside those amber eyes that looks identical to him and he knows for a second that there's something is bothering his younger brother.
"Do you think what we are doing is right?" Kasuka asked.
Shizuo's eyes widened. At first, he seems to not understand the question. After a few seconds, Shizuo lowered his head and resumed his pace. Kasuka shooks his head, thinking how stupid he is for asking such a question.
"Ours is not to reason why, ours is but to do and die.."
The evening air of autumn in Isirene kingdom is pleasant to the skin, Kasuka thought as he stepped out of his carriage. His personal valet, Max, opened the door at his side while bowing repectfully. By the happy look in his face, Kasuka knew that even Max realises how pleasant Isirene is.
Kasuka couldn't contain his gleeful expression as he sees how beautiful the Valvaris Castle. Never in his life he sees such a beautiful and elegant castle. He dares to say that even the castle back in his own place is not as magnificent as this.
The castle is really big. Painted in white with gothic Victorian style. Surrounding the castle are gardens filled with different flowers. As the wind blew, the pleasent smell of the roses spread into the air.
Kasuka notices there's many sculptures carved into what looks like the Isirene ancient heroes. Most of it looks like it was made from silver. Or maybe just painted using silver colour.
As Kasuka busy presenting his eyes with Valvaris beautiful castle's ground, a small woman voice called out to him.
"We welcome you, your highness."
They were not kidding when they said Isirene's women are absolutely lovely and ravishing.
Infront of Kasuka is a short woman, barely reaching his shoulder in red and black dress. Her black hair is short, reaching her shoulder with two red ribbons on the sides of her head. Approximately, there is ten servants lining up behind her.
"Thank you." Kasuka bowed his head respectfully. His eyes searching around the place, looking for the one and only Isirene queen. He remembered that his father once told him that the queen has long black hair. Unless she cuts her hair during the time being then..
"Are you the queen?"
Ruri blinked a few times before she let out a small chuckle. "My name is Duchess Ruri but you may call me Ruri. Queen Izaya is my cousin."
Ruri turned her body and walked away slowly. Kasuka followed her with some of his escorts trailed from behind him.
"Umm.. where is sh-"
"Iza-nee is out. She's visiting a place." All of a sudden, a young girl with braided brown hair and a pair of spectacles quickly cuts Kasuka's words. She smiles widely as Kasuka stares at her dumbfoundedly, wondering where the hell she comes from.
She yelped in pain as Ruri pinched her elbow. Ruri sends the girl a small glare, making a mental note to report the girl's rude behaviour to Izaya.
"Don't worry. She'll be back the day after tomorrow." Ruri gives Kasuka a small reassuring smile.
"Or the day after the day after tomorrow." Another girl with a smaller and meeker voice chipped in. Not wanting to lose in.
Realising Ruri's angry glare directed to both of them, the bespectacle girl quickly snatched her twin sister's arm and run away, both sticking their tongues out.
Kasuka followed after Mairu and Kururi's retreating figures with his eyes quitely. Face as expresionless as ever though people still could figure out what is playing in his mind.
"Who are they?" Ruri whipped her head to Kasuka's direction. She almost forget about him.
"Umm.. they are the queen's younger sisters." Kasuka nodded.
"Ah! Umm.. Can we continue now?"
