Systems of Fate Chapter One
Genesis in Kushrenada
"After the game, the king and the pawn go into the same box."
Italian proverb.
Nimue walked silently down the streets of Oaschaal, the capital city
of Kushrenada. She was hoping for at least some business tonight, but
it was as quiet as usual. There just wasn't much need for her job when
all the men were at war.
This battle had been going on for way too long. Kushrenada and Djuuji
used to be the same kingdom, but once they split they had been fighting
over national borders ever since. His Excellency Janus Kushrenada had
pulled several of the other members of the Earth Sphere Alliance into
this fight, and Queen Delphiniel of Djuuji had done the same.
It seemed as if his Excellency was the only man left in the nation. If
things got to be any worse, Nimue would have to start turning to women
to put food on the table.
Of course, his Excellency was in his palace, not the streets. Kushrenada
was going through some hard times, and the royal family was a little less
than popular at the moment. Janus would have to be a moron to walk through
Oaschaal without bodyguards.
Or so Nimue thought.
"You are open for business, no?" she heard a voice from the shadows say
with a heavy accent that immediately marked it as a politician. The
Kushrenadi royal family was from Germany, and had still retained their
accents.
"Yes, I am. It is surprising to see a man out on the streets in these
troubled times," Nimue answered. She decided not to let on that she
had an idea of what position this man held.
"Well, I get out when I can," the man replied. "My wife and children are
away in America for the week, so it gets pretty lonely at home."
Shit, Nimue thought. Married men always made her feel guilty. She then
noticed, that under all of his rich garments and royal insignias, that he
was drunk off his ass. He hid it well, and didn't slur his speech or stumble.
If Nimue hadn't just been particularly gifted at telling this kinds of
things, she would have never noticed.
"You've been drinking, your Excellency," Nimue said matter-of-factly. "I
don't like to do drunks."
"How can you blame me?" he asked, visibly hurt. No matter how much control
he had over his balance and speech, he had little or none over his feelings. "We
lost another battle to those Djuuji bastards. If it keeps up like this,
we'll end up losing more land than we gain. The fact that the colonies still
refuse to support us only throws more kindling into the fire."
"Oh," Nimue said. "So you drowned your sorrows in wine."
"Yeah. So what does it take to get a screw around here?"
"Money. Isn't that what everything in the world takes? Now come and drown
your sorrows in me for a while.
~ ~ ~
Nimue was lost... lost in sea of pleasure... and happiness? ...It felt
like it would never end...
And yet it did.
"Oh my God..." Nimue said.
"You enjoyed it, eh?" Janus said.
"Y-yes...."
Then Janus bore an expression that looked like God had just fired a
lightning bolt upon him. "You... are on the pill, right?"
"No. Do you know how expensive those things are? I usually depend on the
guy to have something?"
"What... what if you get pregnant?" he stammered.
"I can't think of any other man I'd rather have father my child. Rich,
powerful..."
Janus was angry. "Is that all you care about? Having a bastard child so I
have to pay for him? Were you just waiting for some rich drunkard to come
walking down the street in hopes of screwing and getting rich?"
"No, of course not! It's just that I... Well, it was a spur of the moment
kind of thing," Nimue pleaded.
"Hmph. How much do I owe you? Besides child support?" he sneered.
"Two hundred and fifty kushrea," she said.
"I only have a hundred..." he said. He then reached up to his neck and
unhooked something. It was a necklace on a gold chain, with a small
sapphire-colored jewel in the shape of a tear hanging from it. "Here.
It's been passed down through the Kushrenada family for generations. Wear
it. Pawn it. I don't care. Just get out of my life."
Nimue took the necklace and money into her open palm. He had given her a
family heirloom. "Will I ever see you again."
"If so, I'll have you arrested," he said plainly. And then he left.
~
Nine months later, Nimue was stalking the streets again, looking for men... specifically Janus. She
could think of nothing but him, and she didn't know why. He had good looks
and outward charisma, but those were apparently his only redeeming values.
And she carried a young child with her. He had the same blue eyes as her,
but his hair was more of a mossy brown as opposed to her shiny black. She
supposed he got it from of on Janus' relatives. Nimue wondered if anyone
would notice and speculate.
She also carried one more thing with her. The previous day, she had reached
into the pocket of her oversized men's overcoat to pull out a slip of paper.
*************************************************************************
****FROM THE DESK OF PROFESSOR I, LEADER OF THE FATE KUSHRENADA BRANCH***
*************************************************************************
Dearest Nimue Yui,
Yes, I know your name. I know many things about you, in fact. but don't be
alarmed. The only reason I know them is because you make facts about
yourself accessible. I don't pry.
Do please come to the Fate building on the corner of Peacecraft and Victoria
Street tomorrow morning. I have a proposition that you would find most
interesting.
Adieu,
Professor I
*************************************************************************
****FROM THE DESK OF PROFESSOR I, LEADER OF THE FATE KUSHRENADA BRANCH***
*************************************************************************
This was the corner of Peacecraft and Victoria. It was a simple building, a
few stories high and made of brick, with no signs or anything offering
identification on the outside. There were only a few windows, and only one
door.
Whatever could an organization like Fate want her for?
Nimue held her breath in anticipation and pushed the door open.
~~~
And... that's it for Chapter One. Finally. Esmerelda know show hard it's
been for me to write this chapter. Thanks for cheering me on!
And... um.... I know this chapter was kind of short and a little sleazy and
well, rushed.... but try to read the rest of this fic too, okay? Please?
And you can either review each chapter separately, or wait until I finish
the whole story (which will probably take me forever, since it's about
eight or ten chapters long and I unfortunately have a life. Ugh).
So... uh..... that's it, I guess. Bye.
~Mercutio
Genesis in Kushrenada
"After the game, the king and the pawn go into the same box."
Italian proverb.
Nimue walked silently down the streets of Oaschaal, the capital city
of Kushrenada. She was hoping for at least some business tonight, but
it was as quiet as usual. There just wasn't much need for her job when
all the men were at war.
This battle had been going on for way too long. Kushrenada and Djuuji
used to be the same kingdom, but once they split they had been fighting
over national borders ever since. His Excellency Janus Kushrenada had
pulled several of the other members of the Earth Sphere Alliance into
this fight, and Queen Delphiniel of Djuuji had done the same.
It seemed as if his Excellency was the only man left in the nation. If
things got to be any worse, Nimue would have to start turning to women
to put food on the table.
Of course, his Excellency was in his palace, not the streets. Kushrenada
was going through some hard times, and the royal family was a little less
than popular at the moment. Janus would have to be a moron to walk through
Oaschaal without bodyguards.
Or so Nimue thought.
"You are open for business, no?" she heard a voice from the shadows say
with a heavy accent that immediately marked it as a politician. The
Kushrenadi royal family was from Germany, and had still retained their
accents.
"Yes, I am. It is surprising to see a man out on the streets in these
troubled times," Nimue answered. She decided not to let on that she
had an idea of what position this man held.
"Well, I get out when I can," the man replied. "My wife and children are
away in America for the week, so it gets pretty lonely at home."
Shit, Nimue thought. Married men always made her feel guilty. She then
noticed, that under all of his rich garments and royal insignias, that he
was drunk off his ass. He hid it well, and didn't slur his speech or stumble.
If Nimue hadn't just been particularly gifted at telling this kinds of
things, she would have never noticed.
"You've been drinking, your Excellency," Nimue said matter-of-factly. "I
don't like to do drunks."
"How can you blame me?" he asked, visibly hurt. No matter how much control
he had over his balance and speech, he had little or none over his feelings. "We
lost another battle to those Djuuji bastards. If it keeps up like this,
we'll end up losing more land than we gain. The fact that the colonies still
refuse to support us only throws more kindling into the fire."
"Oh," Nimue said. "So you drowned your sorrows in wine."
"Yeah. So what does it take to get a screw around here?"
"Money. Isn't that what everything in the world takes? Now come and drown
your sorrows in me for a while.
~ ~ ~
Nimue was lost... lost in sea of pleasure... and happiness? ...It felt
like it would never end...
And yet it did.
"Oh my God..." Nimue said.
"You enjoyed it, eh?" Janus said.
"Y-yes...."
Then Janus bore an expression that looked like God had just fired a
lightning bolt upon him. "You... are on the pill, right?"
"No. Do you know how expensive those things are? I usually depend on the
guy to have something?"
"What... what if you get pregnant?" he stammered.
"I can't think of any other man I'd rather have father my child. Rich,
powerful..."
Janus was angry. "Is that all you care about? Having a bastard child so I
have to pay for him? Were you just waiting for some rich drunkard to come
walking down the street in hopes of screwing and getting rich?"
"No, of course not! It's just that I... Well, it was a spur of the moment
kind of thing," Nimue pleaded.
"Hmph. How much do I owe you? Besides child support?" he sneered.
"Two hundred and fifty kushrea," she said.
"I only have a hundred..." he said. He then reached up to his neck and
unhooked something. It was a necklace on a gold chain, with a small
sapphire-colored jewel in the shape of a tear hanging from it. "Here.
It's been passed down through the Kushrenada family for generations. Wear
it. Pawn it. I don't care. Just get out of my life."
Nimue took the necklace and money into her open palm. He had given her a
family heirloom. "Will I ever see you again."
"If so, I'll have you arrested," he said plainly. And then he left.
~
Nine months later, Nimue was stalking the streets again, looking for men... specifically Janus. She
could think of nothing but him, and she didn't know why. He had good looks
and outward charisma, but those were apparently his only redeeming values.
And she carried a young child with her. He had the same blue eyes as her,
but his hair was more of a mossy brown as opposed to her shiny black. She
supposed he got it from of on Janus' relatives. Nimue wondered if anyone
would notice and speculate.
She also carried one more thing with her. The previous day, she had reached
into the pocket of her oversized men's overcoat to pull out a slip of paper.
*************************************************************************
****FROM THE DESK OF PROFESSOR I, LEADER OF THE FATE KUSHRENADA BRANCH***
*************************************************************************
Dearest Nimue Yui,
Yes, I know your name. I know many things about you, in fact. but don't be
alarmed. The only reason I know them is because you make facts about
yourself accessible. I don't pry.
Do please come to the Fate building on the corner of Peacecraft and Victoria
Street tomorrow morning. I have a proposition that you would find most
interesting.
Adieu,
Professor I
*************************************************************************
****FROM THE DESK OF PROFESSOR I, LEADER OF THE FATE KUSHRENADA BRANCH***
*************************************************************************
This was the corner of Peacecraft and Victoria. It was a simple building, a
few stories high and made of brick, with no signs or anything offering
identification on the outside. There were only a few windows, and only one
door.
Whatever could an organization like Fate want her for?
Nimue held her breath in anticipation and pushed the door open.
~~~
And... that's it for Chapter One. Finally. Esmerelda know show hard it's
been for me to write this chapter. Thanks for cheering me on!
And... um.... I know this chapter was kind of short and a little sleazy and
well, rushed.... but try to read the rest of this fic too, okay? Please?
And you can either review each chapter separately, or wait until I finish
the whole story (which will probably take me forever, since it's about
eight or ten chapters long and I unfortunately have a life. Ugh).
So... uh..... that's it, I guess. Bye.
~Mercutio