Kerai
Prologue: Nothing Can Be Wrong Now
By Kaen
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Wow! My first Vampire Princess Miyu fic! I know that none of you are familiar with me, or my writing style for that matter, so I hope that you'll please stay with me through at least the prologue. Just as a bit of an introduction, I do not incorporate original characters into my stories unless they are insignificant to the overall plot or unless it is clearly stated (which hasn't happened yet). Lately, however, I've experienced a revival in my love for VPM, went back to the fanfiction realm for it, and was startled to find such a lack in angsty or romantic stories, hence my latest attempt at storytelling. Enjoy!
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'Sometimes, I wonder what this place is? I know it is her realm, but what is it? It is heaven or hell? No, I know exactly what it is. It is simply a place for forgotten souls where they may follow the illusion of living in a perfect world. They are ignorant, they are in bliss. Have I ever known bliss? No, not for a long time. I have accepted my fate as her servant- no, her slave- and happiness is trivial to those who have been enslaved for eternity. I care about her, but with every new enemy that curses me for my betrayal, I feel more and more pitiful. But. she needs me, and our bond of blood is unbreakable, even by me. She is my master, free to cling to me after she has been defeated and her handsome boy has been torn from her grasp. She says that she loves me, but how could I ever believe that? Am I not the only one that she has? And how could she expect me to love her as anything more than a child? I am the guardian's guardian, the one who watches in the dark of night by her side, and I cannot object, for this is my fate; the punishment for my failure.'
"And then I saw. Larva? Are you paying attention to me, Larva?"
His eyes snapped into focus abruptly, widening in surprise as he realized the Miyu's pet shinma, Shiina, was hovering just in front of his face. He looked at her blankly, but not really needing to make an effort to hide expression. It was already sealed under his mask, the thing that identified him as Miyu's.
"Yes, Shiina, I am listening," he lied, keeping his voice low and unwavering.
"Good! Well..." she rambled on, unaware of the hateful glare that Larva's features had formed underneath his mask.
'Silence, Shiina. I have no interest in what you speak of. Why do you not just let me be alone? I'm so suddenly tired and it's so painful. But she hadn't noticed, so it's not worth bringing up, right? It's hurts me, it dampers my ability to protect her, but I'm fine. I don't need her sympathy, and what could she do for me anyway? Miyu can't give me what I need, and I'm not allowed to take it. Is this what it means to be her servant? To sacrifice your own needs in order to not displease her? It is my duty to do so, it is my duty to care only for her.'
He sighed, the sound being hampered by his mask once again and being completely lost in the endless chatter of Shiina. He had often thought such thoughts about his current predicament, but never before had he been this irritable or serious with his muses. Underneath his cloak, his right hand wrenched tightly around his left arm, futilely trying to stop the blood flow that had suddenly come on.* He winced, gritting his teeth together to suppress any cry of pain as one of his sharp, long nails accidentally grazed his skin and met yet another incision. Itai.
"I'm back, Chisato-chan. Did you have a nice day?" he heard Miyu's seemingly casual inquiry echo in his mind through their strong mental bond. Miyu had come back from her school, although why she kept attending it was lost to him. Every day since the betrayal of her best friend, she had returned to the bleakness that was her home and would cradle the sphere in which held the image of her friend's face, "conversing" with it about one thing or another. But Chisato's eyes remained deftly shut and lost in the eternal peace that Miyu had been forced to bestow on her, as she would stay for all eternity. Larva was growing concerned that Miyu would never overcome this frightful habit; however, he found it to not be his place to interfere. 'Maybe if I could comfort her or get her mind off of the incident.?' Larva pondered to himself. 'Maybe if I could distract her for long enough to at least help me? Miyu. Please.'
His ice blue eyes reflecting his resolve,* Larva vanished from the company of Shiina and traced the path of Miyu's emotions back to their source. It didn't take him long to find her through the link hat he and Miyu shared. Soon, he found himself standing on a tall branch of the back, fruitless tree by her side.
"Larva is here now, Chisato," Miyu informed the ball that was currently emitting a somewhat crimson glow. She angled it so that Larva could have seen Chisato's "slumbering" face if he so desired, but he kept his eyes unseeingly straight ahead of him. "Hm. How funny. Larva doesn't seem interested in talking to-"
"Miyu," he said abruptly, cutting off whatever she was about to say. He sank down lower onto the branch, until he was kneeling next to Miyu, who was staring at him curiously. He faltered for a second, as if debating whether ha was about to do was the best course of action, but shrugging off his doubts, Larva removed his mask and looked squarely at Miyu. "I'm concerned about your well-being. I think it would better is you just left Chisato to sleep in peace."
"Larva! How could you say such a thing?!" she scolded him for the first time that he ever could recall. Her eyes narrowed, flashing gold for a split second, and it appeared as if she had been dangerously offended by his suggestion. "Apologize right now!"
Larva's eyes were wide in disbelief. Could she really be upset with him for just requesting something so ostensibly simple from her? In the time of his silence, Miyu's anger had flourished to an intolerably high level and it drove the guardian to do something that neither she nor her servant could have ever imagined her doing: she raised her right hand and in one smooth movement had struck her only eternal friend across the side of his pale- skinned face. Miyu glared at him from her turned position on the branch, one arm still cradling the sphere, as a foreign sound echoed through the realm. Taken aback but her aberrant action, he gasped and felt his elegant fingers loosen around the mask that he held. It slipped away from him, fell, and struck the hard ground, filling the stiff silence with the piercing clank that resulted in the inflexible mask hitting the ground. His eyes remained wide and frozen in shock as that gloved hand emerged from his robes to sooth the reddening blemish on his face. Several seconds of silence passed, but Miyu remained distractedly, if not defiantly silent, as she hugged the glowing orb closer to her.
"You may leave now," she informed him plainly, sounding as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Larva exhaled raggedly.
"I'm sorry," he whispered timidly, pushing himself off the thin branch and vanishing out of Miyu's view; she watched him do so out of the corner of her eye. When he was completely gone and she could no longer feel his presence, she turned her attention back to what was left of her once close friend.
"Can you believe his insolence, Chisato? How rude!" she fumed angrily, although to anyone unfamiliar with Miyu, these words may have sounded more like a slight complaint of irritation. "I'm sorry that you had to witness that."
But as Miyu reached down to steady herself and her left hand came to rest upon where Larva had been just seconds ago, a warm substance coated her palm and underside of her fingers. She lifted her hand curiously in order to study the liquid that coated her hand, then tasted it in order to confirm her first notion. Her brow creased in mild apprehension, her eyes tracing the course of the blood from the branch to the steady stream that dripped from it, splattering upon the smooth surface of her companion's mask far below. She turned quickly to the place where her servant had been prior to her find and the hold around the sphere in her arms was unconsciously loosened.
And her lips silently formed the name "Larva" as if it were an unknown word.
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*As far as I could tell, in the last episode, Larva was stuck in a battle against the Shinma Shidon and was forced to us some of Miyu's powers after suffering his "first loss." His first loss basically consisted of him loosing his left hand, or at least the glove. But since we need a motivation for this story, I'm going to say that he lost his hand because it was what I fumed about the most at the end of the series. As horrible as it is, I really didn't care about Miyu's friends dying; Larva got hurt, and that was all that was important.
*And if I weren't messing with your mind enough yet, yes, I do need Larva's eyes to been a chilling blue for this story's beginning. This is the color that they are in the original manga, and I really need to go off that fact to express some major ideas that will appear later in the story. Sorry if it doesn't make sense yet!
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Hm. The prologue was a lot shorter than I had hoped it would have been. I usually post eight-page chapters, or about 3,000 words, but it was actually essential for the prologue to end where it did. I'm sorry if it's disappointing for you as well. I really am enjoying writing this fic, though, so I'll probably continue with good or, hopefully not, bad reviews. This is my first VPM fic, though, so please be gentle if you would please chose to review it. This is simply my take on the series, characters, and specifically Larva. Thank you for reading and please, please review and let me know what you think!
-Kaen ^^
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Prologue: Nothing Can Be Wrong Now
By Kaen
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Wow! My first Vampire Princess Miyu fic! I know that none of you are familiar with me, or my writing style for that matter, so I hope that you'll please stay with me through at least the prologue. Just as a bit of an introduction, I do not incorporate original characters into my stories unless they are insignificant to the overall plot or unless it is clearly stated (which hasn't happened yet). Lately, however, I've experienced a revival in my love for VPM, went back to the fanfiction realm for it, and was startled to find such a lack in angsty or romantic stories, hence my latest attempt at storytelling. Enjoy!
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'Sometimes, I wonder what this place is? I know it is her realm, but what is it? It is heaven or hell? No, I know exactly what it is. It is simply a place for forgotten souls where they may follow the illusion of living in a perfect world. They are ignorant, they are in bliss. Have I ever known bliss? No, not for a long time. I have accepted my fate as her servant- no, her slave- and happiness is trivial to those who have been enslaved for eternity. I care about her, but with every new enemy that curses me for my betrayal, I feel more and more pitiful. But. she needs me, and our bond of blood is unbreakable, even by me. She is my master, free to cling to me after she has been defeated and her handsome boy has been torn from her grasp. She says that she loves me, but how could I ever believe that? Am I not the only one that she has? And how could she expect me to love her as anything more than a child? I am the guardian's guardian, the one who watches in the dark of night by her side, and I cannot object, for this is my fate; the punishment for my failure.'
"And then I saw. Larva? Are you paying attention to me, Larva?"
His eyes snapped into focus abruptly, widening in surprise as he realized the Miyu's pet shinma, Shiina, was hovering just in front of his face. He looked at her blankly, but not really needing to make an effort to hide expression. It was already sealed under his mask, the thing that identified him as Miyu's.
"Yes, Shiina, I am listening," he lied, keeping his voice low and unwavering.
"Good! Well..." she rambled on, unaware of the hateful glare that Larva's features had formed underneath his mask.
'Silence, Shiina. I have no interest in what you speak of. Why do you not just let me be alone? I'm so suddenly tired and it's so painful. But she hadn't noticed, so it's not worth bringing up, right? It's hurts me, it dampers my ability to protect her, but I'm fine. I don't need her sympathy, and what could she do for me anyway? Miyu can't give me what I need, and I'm not allowed to take it. Is this what it means to be her servant? To sacrifice your own needs in order to not displease her? It is my duty to do so, it is my duty to care only for her.'
He sighed, the sound being hampered by his mask once again and being completely lost in the endless chatter of Shiina. He had often thought such thoughts about his current predicament, but never before had he been this irritable or serious with his muses. Underneath his cloak, his right hand wrenched tightly around his left arm, futilely trying to stop the blood flow that had suddenly come on.* He winced, gritting his teeth together to suppress any cry of pain as one of his sharp, long nails accidentally grazed his skin and met yet another incision. Itai.
"I'm back, Chisato-chan. Did you have a nice day?" he heard Miyu's seemingly casual inquiry echo in his mind through their strong mental bond. Miyu had come back from her school, although why she kept attending it was lost to him. Every day since the betrayal of her best friend, she had returned to the bleakness that was her home and would cradle the sphere in which held the image of her friend's face, "conversing" with it about one thing or another. But Chisato's eyes remained deftly shut and lost in the eternal peace that Miyu had been forced to bestow on her, as she would stay for all eternity. Larva was growing concerned that Miyu would never overcome this frightful habit; however, he found it to not be his place to interfere. 'Maybe if I could comfort her or get her mind off of the incident.?' Larva pondered to himself. 'Maybe if I could distract her for long enough to at least help me? Miyu. Please.'
His ice blue eyes reflecting his resolve,* Larva vanished from the company of Shiina and traced the path of Miyu's emotions back to their source. It didn't take him long to find her through the link hat he and Miyu shared. Soon, he found himself standing on a tall branch of the back, fruitless tree by her side.
"Larva is here now, Chisato," Miyu informed the ball that was currently emitting a somewhat crimson glow. She angled it so that Larva could have seen Chisato's "slumbering" face if he so desired, but he kept his eyes unseeingly straight ahead of him. "Hm. How funny. Larva doesn't seem interested in talking to-"
"Miyu," he said abruptly, cutting off whatever she was about to say. He sank down lower onto the branch, until he was kneeling next to Miyu, who was staring at him curiously. He faltered for a second, as if debating whether ha was about to do was the best course of action, but shrugging off his doubts, Larva removed his mask and looked squarely at Miyu. "I'm concerned about your well-being. I think it would better is you just left Chisato to sleep in peace."
"Larva! How could you say such a thing?!" she scolded him for the first time that he ever could recall. Her eyes narrowed, flashing gold for a split second, and it appeared as if she had been dangerously offended by his suggestion. "Apologize right now!"
Larva's eyes were wide in disbelief. Could she really be upset with him for just requesting something so ostensibly simple from her? In the time of his silence, Miyu's anger had flourished to an intolerably high level and it drove the guardian to do something that neither she nor her servant could have ever imagined her doing: she raised her right hand and in one smooth movement had struck her only eternal friend across the side of his pale- skinned face. Miyu glared at him from her turned position on the branch, one arm still cradling the sphere, as a foreign sound echoed through the realm. Taken aback but her aberrant action, he gasped and felt his elegant fingers loosen around the mask that he held. It slipped away from him, fell, and struck the hard ground, filling the stiff silence with the piercing clank that resulted in the inflexible mask hitting the ground. His eyes remained wide and frozen in shock as that gloved hand emerged from his robes to sooth the reddening blemish on his face. Several seconds of silence passed, but Miyu remained distractedly, if not defiantly silent, as she hugged the glowing orb closer to her.
"You may leave now," she informed him plainly, sounding as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Larva exhaled raggedly.
"I'm sorry," he whispered timidly, pushing himself off the thin branch and vanishing out of Miyu's view; she watched him do so out of the corner of her eye. When he was completely gone and she could no longer feel his presence, she turned her attention back to what was left of her once close friend.
"Can you believe his insolence, Chisato? How rude!" she fumed angrily, although to anyone unfamiliar with Miyu, these words may have sounded more like a slight complaint of irritation. "I'm sorry that you had to witness that."
But as Miyu reached down to steady herself and her left hand came to rest upon where Larva had been just seconds ago, a warm substance coated her palm and underside of her fingers. She lifted her hand curiously in order to study the liquid that coated her hand, then tasted it in order to confirm her first notion. Her brow creased in mild apprehension, her eyes tracing the course of the blood from the branch to the steady stream that dripped from it, splattering upon the smooth surface of her companion's mask far below. She turned quickly to the place where her servant had been prior to her find and the hold around the sphere in her arms was unconsciously loosened.
And her lips silently formed the name "Larva" as if it were an unknown word.
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*As far as I could tell, in the last episode, Larva was stuck in a battle against the Shinma Shidon and was forced to us some of Miyu's powers after suffering his "first loss." His first loss basically consisted of him loosing his left hand, or at least the glove. But since we need a motivation for this story, I'm going to say that he lost his hand because it was what I fumed about the most at the end of the series. As horrible as it is, I really didn't care about Miyu's friends dying; Larva got hurt, and that was all that was important.
*And if I weren't messing with your mind enough yet, yes, I do need Larva's eyes to been a chilling blue for this story's beginning. This is the color that they are in the original manga, and I really need to go off that fact to express some major ideas that will appear later in the story. Sorry if it doesn't make sense yet!
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Hm. The prologue was a lot shorter than I had hoped it would have been. I usually post eight-page chapters, or about 3,000 words, but it was actually essential for the prologue to end where it did. I'm sorry if it's disappointing for you as well. I really am enjoying writing this fic, though, so I'll probably continue with good or, hopefully not, bad reviews. This is my first VPM fic, though, so please be gentle if you would please chose to review it. This is simply my take on the series, characters, and specifically Larva. Thank you for reading and please, please review and let me know what you think!
-Kaen ^^
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