Mao stands beside his experiment table, laughing as maniacally at the top of his lung. His fingers typing commands into the computer, programming the soon will be completed abomination. A glimpse of madness flickered, reflected on his glasses as he punched the Enter key in excitement. He turned to the experiment table with a body of a petite demon, chained, bounded, and gagged. He walked closer to his latest creation with a sinister smile. A loud chuckle fills the air like a chilling cold weather.
"Soon my dearest, soon," He rubbed the back of his hand on the cold cheek of the demon. His wicked smile turned melancholic. A sincere tear fell from his left eye which he immediately rubbed with the sleeve of his lab coat. In a tired voice he spoke gently, "only a couple of minutes more."
He flipped the red lever beside his computer silently. The roof slowly opened, revealing clouds, lining with thunders a thousand Giga-volt if measured striking blatantly. It ferociously blasted a giant silver-colored tree that toppled down.
Mao smirked and with a push of a button below the experiment table, it rose up along with a giant metallic pole that is shaped like a giant sewing needle. The metallic instrument have two wires—colored in red and blue respectively—attached to the head of Mao's latest creation.
With a flash of white, the thunder struck the metallic pole.
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/Calculating world progression = A Thousand Years Later.
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(A/N): Yup, a remake chapter. Just ignore those four loose chapters. Many OC's.
Disclaimer: Don't own any of the Disgaea characters.
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Colette Privateer had always been living in the rusty old shack with her sisters. One is older than her, and the other is younger. From a glance, the shack looks dirty,—justified since the materials for the building is old, unused rusty pipes scattered by the science club members—but, the inside is actually neat, clean, and well-organized. Books are placed neatly in their respective parts of the shelves, kitchen utensils are properly placed and a room was build to store the many conventional arms of its wielder, firearms are the most prominent one to be shown in the ground floor, the rest is stored nicely in the basement.
"Colette, it's time for dinner!" A loud clang from a pan and a ladle attracted her attention more than the book she is currently reading. She got up from her bed and waltzed straight into the door, out of her room and downstairs into the dining room.
"What are we eating Sister Liz?" The magenta-haired demon said with a loving voice, thought to be forgotten by the average demons. "Is it butter-scotched cake? Oh I know, it must be Pink Strawberry Banana Surprise! The last one was awesome Sis."
"Then this will be better." Elizabeth Lieu smiled at her younger sister before presenting her sister a table, fully occupied by empty plates at each side of the four-sided wooden table, with a hotpot in the middle, steaming its way into the chimney placed above the table. Her white-colored eyes broaden and a proud smile formed on her face. "Tonight we're eating hotpots!"
Three frames of complete silence. Only the rumbling of the pan containing the hotpot was heard. Then the younger sister, Colette raised a question.
"Did you use your own money again?"
Sister Liz could only smile gently.
Colette looked down. She was about to open her mouth and yell at her older sister's stupidity, but a sudden voice came from behind, and in-front of her, interrupting.
"Happy birthday Colette," Said in a loud, yet excited voice by Colette's younger sister, Mirabelle Major, and her older sister, Elizabeth Lieu, "Happy one thousand and five-hundred twelve my dear sister!"
Colette stands there, unmoving.
Her mouth still open, her head looking down.
When she raised her head, Sister Liz and Mirabelle began to smile widely.
"Thank you," Said Colette. A big smile on her face adorned with pure tears of happiness streaming from her eyes. She herself forgot that this day is her birthday. She was too engrossed into studying at the Evil Academy that she had forgotten about her own birthday, and more importantly, the age where you're considered a "Teenage Demon" at that. "Thank you Sister Liz, Mirabelle."
"Thank you."
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Grace stormed from her family's dining room with tears flowing down her cheek. She frowned while dragging the red carpet with her own two feet. She ran up the stairs, went over the castle's guard straight into her room at the top of the highest tower. She slammed the door shut before locking the door, and without hesitations, jumped to her king-sized bed for two, face first into the nearest pillow she can find. She cried in silence, muffled by the red pillow in her arms.
Soon there was a knock on the door.
"Grace von Adamantine Ruby, open the door this instant!" yelled the head maid from behind the door. She grabbed the doorknob and tried to pull it, but her sheer power tore the knob off the door, leaving the other maids in an awkward silence. "I—I can fix this!"
Grace knew that the voice belongs to the head maid. For the last twelve hundred years the head maid has always been close to her. They're not that far of an age, about five hundred or so years old, but both of them felt that they are the same age, or slightly older/younger than each other. Grace sucked the snot coming down her nose and answered the door rudely.
"The door is locked with the holy seals of the Snow Clan so all of you can't enter easily from there, only from the window." She said, but that only confuse the maids, which were practically untrained in tower climbing. Each and every one of the maids except one that is, and that one seems to know that Grace herself is inviting her for an eye to eye conversation.
"Let me handle this. The rest of you can go and bake another cake for Miss Grace." The head maid ordered. They saluted the head maid like an army of soldiers before disappearing in a flash of step like a ninja. The head maid gave a large sigh before preparing her climbing equipment. "Here we go again."
Head maid tossed an anchor roped with chains straight into the hole where Grace's room is located: At the top of Rapunzel Tower, forty thousand one hundred and fifty two meters tall. Grace could easily climb the stairs—twenty five of them—to her room in less than ten minutes since the stairs have been magically shortened, but from the outside it was taller, and at the same time, absurd. How anyone managed to build a tower that large is quite an achievement on his own merit.
After she can be sure that the anchor would hold her far enough into the tower's window she began to climb. The stone walls made short of a hassle for her as it was neatly placed and she remembered where she should and shouldn't put her foot into as this is the third time she have climbed this tower.
The wind chilled down the Head Maid's spine as she silently went upward, little by little she gained a hundred mile, and then a thousand, and then ten thousand in less than twenty minutes. She felt that she could break her own records by pushing her tireless body into the limit once more when she reached the height of thirty thousand eight hundred and seventy two.
Alright, I can do this. Remember at the height of thirty thousand and nine hundred ten there is a crack in the right of where I am trying to climb, so if I just step on it gently I can bypass it without causing the whole tower to crumble.
She gently tapped the cracked stone brick with her right feet. She held her footing against it and it didn't crack. Relieved, she pulled her left leg upwards passing the cracked brick, but she pressed her right feet too hard that a piece of the crack came off and made her slip.
The anchor couldn't handle her weight as it toppled off the other side of the window.
The Head maid could place the anchor again and use the rope to slide down to ground level and restart, but that can only happen in her fantasy as the anchor is too heavy to gain a momentum in mid-air, and even if that could be done, she would fell first into the ground with only five thousand or so meters to spare for slowing her own speed.
Falling from a forty thousand meter tall tower and then hitting your head straight into the ground in top speed of five hundred and twelve an hour would certainly kill you. Not to mention that it could make the garden Mistress Sapphire has worked so hard to make dirty, and she certainly wouldn't want to see her face decorated with horror. Demon Insides are not meant to be a substitute for manure, everybody knows that.
"Well, only one choice left then." She assumed a straight stance in mid-air. Her hands on top of each other with the upper hand's—the right hand's—pointer and middle finger un-clutched by the lower hand. She closed her eyes, retiring her mind into a silent void of white where she then muttered:
"Sakura Yuki no Ougi – Yukibunshin no Jutsu"
Cherry blossom petals flew around her. Circling her like a globe, and then it dispersed itself with the head maid nowhere to be seen. The sound of her kicking something could be heard, but there was nothing there. Finally, a puff of smoke appeared revealing Head Maid leaping her way up the steep tower wall into the only balcony atop the tower, with the window as the entrance.
"I'm coming in, miss Grace." She opened the window leading to the balcony, and was ambushed.
"Yukimaru!" A loud cheer could be heard by the person which Grace called Yukimaru. She is also the Head Maid of the Adamantine Rhodonite family, along with her specially trained in the snow clan ninpou ninja maids. Their only weakness is that, they didn't have enough spiritual powers to maintain balance between their own body, and so verbal tic was inevitable. Listing those would be quite impossible as it is as many as stars in the sky.
Head maid looked at who had ambushed her, and it was none other than Miss Grace herself. Her eyes were teary and she was trembling. She pointed at the ground behind her with her slender right hand without looking at where she points her index finger at, but Yukimaru the head maid knows exactly what had scared her.
"It was cockroach again, wasn't it?"
Grace nodded.
"Would you like me to teach you how to got rid of it?"
Grace nodded again.
The head maid smiled. She walked lightly into the little brown cockroach which is crawling weakly on the red carpet. Poor cockroach, it must have been hit by so many blunt objects as there are the remains of a broken broom. Good thing the broom wasn't the magical one that the head maid had given to her on her one thousand and five hundred thirty five age birthday.
"Pick up the antennae, don't let it fall. Keep your fingers grip tight and don't let his filth escape." She began to sing, her choreography matches what she is singing in all literal sense. "Look for the nearest trash bin, but if not present, then your answer is the window. For that is where it comes, and where it comes out, when the cycle of netherworld, begins." She threw the cockroach out of the window, and she felt proud of it. She turned to Grace, expecting her deserved praise or two, but she fell asleep.
Grace von Adamantine Ruby was sleeping, her arms locking around Yukimaru's waist. She looked so peaceful even though she was sleeping standing up. Her grayish-white hair seemed like a mix of both of her parents' DNA, but she knew that even though her parents' doesn't blame her, it was her fault that Grace ended up with that curse.
After Grace was laid on her bed, Yukimaru smiled, seeing Grace's face smiling like an angel, all snug inside her warm blanket.
"Mom, thank you."
Yukimaru blinked.
"I wish Mom and Dad could attend my birthday party." Grace dozes off, while her mouth didn't rest to stop her sleep-talking, Yukimaru could only cringe on what will Grace says next. "But I'm fine, because I am a good… daughter." She always says that. Every damned birthday each year her parents didn't come, even if they came, they're always late.
A single tear came out of Grace's left eye, down her cheek and into her chin.
Yukimaru really felt like crap right now.
She remembered that Grace used to have the hair as black as the void of black hole, as if sucking every last bits of knowledge possible without harming the source of her knowledge. Fate was a cruel mistress indeed when she stumbled upon the art of forbidden magic, sealed inside The Delinquent's Grimoire. The only way to revert Grace is for her to kill whoever pulled the spell's trigger.
Oh she knows the name of that son of a gun alright. She also knows where she lived, but she cannot kill her even if she wanted to.
Because Miss Grace and you are friends I couldn't kill you. I have vowed to kill anyone who hurts my little mistress, and I did. I spare you because you're my mistress' best friends.
Curse you Colette Privateer, daughter of Mao.
Suddenly a sound of the door flying snaps Yukimaru out of her daydream. She pulled a small knife out of her ninja scroll and shout at the two figures covered by the door's smoke. Her eyes widen when she realized who had invaded her mistress' tower. It was none other than a certain magenta-haired demon and her older sister.
"Hello Miss Snow." Colette grinned, two Desert Eagles in each hand, one is blue colored, and the other red. Her red eyes flashed as she gave the head maid a sinister grin. With readied guns at hands, she points the gun between the head maid's eyes, trigger slightly pulled. "We're here on a mission by Sir Mao to take Miss Grace into his laboratory."
Yukimaru flash-stepped behind Colette, the knife doubled as she now has two knifes, held in each of her hands. Both knifes are incredibly sharp, as well as incredibly identical. Rumor says that Yukimaru's knife can cut even the strongest steel, and parry even the sharpest blow.
"I won't let you!" She swung her knifes, aiming to kill Colette Privateer in one strike by thrusting the knife through her neck. She would've succeeded if not for the interference of Sister Liz and her tackle that sends Yukimaru a hundred meters or so. Colette took it upon herself this golden chance and shoot Yukimaru with the blue gun's bullet.
It hits Yukimaru in the forehead.
Yukimaru slumped to the ground, no traces of living was left on her.
Colette inserted her guns into their specific holsters, the red on the black, and the blue on the white. She then walked to Grace's side, her eyes fixed on her face.
"Grace von Adamantine Ruby," She said to herself. Her hand reached out into Grace's chin where she then proceeds to lean closer. "I hate you."
And then they kissed.
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(A/N): The last part doesn't make sense, yes.
Not now at least.