Chapter 1: Hell has no fury like a woman scorned.
About eighty years before...
Teenage Gwendal was walking down the hall way when a tiny figure zoomed by, "Hi Gwen, bye Gwen," was heard. Young Lord Von Voltaire looked sceptically where his brother's dust trail led only to...
"EEEEEYAAAAAA!!!!" hear Conrart yell.
He looked to find Anissina holding on tightly to a wriggling form of Conrart, saying something about strapping him to a machine and Gwendal could see why. Anissina's hair was grey, apparently Conrart had mixed her shampoo with grey hair die.
"B-b-b-but Anis-s-s-s-sina-o-o-o-onee-s-s-s-sama," Conrart was stammering, "I-I made sure it's n-n-n-not per-m-m-manent!" Anissina paid no attention as marched into the lab and shut the door with a slam. Gwendal took out his pocket watch to see how long Conrart would last.
Five minutes later...
"EEEEEYAAAAAA!!!!" he heard Conrart yell followed by an explosion.
"You're free to go now," said Anissina, "And this better come after five washes, or else you're my test subject for the next ten experiments, am I understood?"
Gwendal could have sworn Conrart shuddered at the thought of being Anissina's guinea pig for at least a whole month.
The door opened slightly and closed with a snap by an extremely dusty figure. Conrart coughed out smoke when he finally crawled out of the lab. There was stomping from the other end of the hall, a young green haired girl wearing a pink frilly dress and brown boots. Gwendal immediately identified her as Gisela but didn't she hate that pink... Oh, Shinou!
She stopped in front of Conrart who was still on the floor.
"Oh, Conrart-sama," Gisela said in a very sweet voice, a voice that spelled doom.
"H-hait?" said Conrart, when he saw her brown boots. His eyes trailed up to her green ones.
"WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES, WELLER-KYO?" young Gisela yelled.
"Um..." Conrart stuttered, having an idea that his prank on her was not the best of ideas, "In the tree house?" The little girl flexed her fists as Conrart stood straight up, backing away from her.
"G-G-G-Gisela-sama," Conrart protested as she cracked her knuckles, "It was just a tiny prank! And after all it's Pranks Day."
"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" Gisela yelled as she grabbed hold of his tunic. Prince or not she it did not stop her from punching him and tackling him to the floor. From his position, Gwendal had to close his eyes.
Three minutes later...
Gwendal sighed as he looked down at the shivering form of his little brother who held on to his leg for dear life. Perhaps the saying was right, "Hell has no fury like a woman scorned." Well... in the case, independent girls scorned. "Didn't I tell you that you would be killed if you attempted it?" he chuckled slightly.
"I-I'll li-listen to y-you next time," Conrart promised.