Tsuki:
Here's chapter two, and I have to warn you that there is
explicit language as well as the mention of certain body parts.
Also, the characters are a bit OOC.
Sorry...but enjoy, anyway, and remember to review!
I might just upload quicker if I have more.
PREFERRED MUSIC: The New Girl in Town by Brittany Snow
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'Ingenue'
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It turned out the young maid's name was Yachiru.
Yachiru Kusajishi. Pink haired with pink cheeks.
And she was a feisty, little bitch.
First of all, before you jump to any unwanted conclusions, I just want to state that I would never say anything that blasphemous about a child.
Actually, I love all children. Almost.
But then again, I am not the ideal wife: gentle, calm, and possibly submissive.
No, I am none of that.
But then again, Yachiru wasn't a child. She was about a century older than I, and a reputed demon whose ancestors have served the royal family for generations.
Now, when she first told me of her demonic heritage, you could imagine me crawling into a corner, fetal position, crying myself to sleep, and with this childish-looking granny telling me everything was going to be alright as her hand pats my back.
Well, I did do the first thing, but Yachiru instead pounced on me, yanked my hair, and told me to pull my head out of my ass.
"What-what are you doing?" I shrieked, absolutely horrified at her language.
"What am I doing?" She said that rather mockingly.
"I am trying to teach you how to be a queen. But not just a queen, no. You're the queen of Hueco Mundo, the dwelling of all demons, hollows, and arrancars! Why, if you can't take my potty mouth, then you won't be able to handle anything around here!"
"Do you…curse like that in front of your king?" By then I was scared out of my mind.
"No, of course not, I'd get in trouble."
I didn't bother to ask her why she would say such things in front of me; it was pretty clear that I was a mere novice to the royal kingdom and all its complications.
Therefore, I couldn't obtain the respect I wanted until later when I must govern the land. Until then, the servants could insult me as they pleased, and call it "distinctive preparation for queenship".
…If 'queenship' was a word.
And, yes, I was finally queen. In fact, I found out that I was married while I had been unconscious.
Lovely, isn't it? They even put the ring on my finger.
But that didn't concern me; it was my nakedness that did.
"Kusajishi-san," I whispered. "Who was the one that changed me?"
Yachiru didn't answer, but poured coffee into a mug and swirled it with a spoon.
--Now, before I continue, I would just like to say that little miss Yachiru Kusajishi was one of those girls who had a terrible case of violent mood swings. You're about to witness first-hand what it is like. Don't get me wrong, she can be a sweet, sweet maid, but just know that sweetness most likely will not last for longer than a minute…--
Begin mood swing
I was about to speak up when she suddenly glared at me, and slapped my hand.
--Appalling, eh?--
"Don't call me 'Kusajishi-san'! Goodness, way to make me feel older than I already am!"
I gulped.
"You must address me as 'Yachiru' and the rest of the servants by their first names. You don't have to be so polite and use those damn honorifics!"
"Alright…Y-Yachiru, I just wanted to know who undressed me."
"Oh," she handed me the mug of sweet-smelling coffee, a bit soother. "That was your eunuch, Yumichika Ayasegawa."
End mood swing
"A-a man!"
"Well, yes, but—hey, calm down!"
"I can't calm down, Yachiru, knowing that a man put his…hands all over me…ugh!"
"Yes, he's a man, but he is also what you call a…" She squinted her eyes. "…An asexual. You do know what a eunuch is, right?"
"Sure," I replied. "They've been castrated—"
"Exactly, so there's nothing to worry about. Oh..." She whispered into my ear.
"If you see any baggage down there in his pants, just know that he stuffs to make up for his missing area."
'Oh, dear…'
"I…wouldn't look down at his…manhood."
"Figures," Yachiru beamed. "He's got nothing down there anyway. You wouldn't be pleased."
I almost threw up in my mouth.
--Las Noches: also known as 'hollow night palace'--
Now, this castle was easily the most prevalent building in all of Hueco Mundo, and quite possibly larger than Sereitei.
It was one of those clichéd places that you'd find in storybooks: secluded citadel in the dark, mysterious, radiates a ton of intimidating aura, and declared evil by everyone.
That was Las Noches, and 'hollow night palace' fit it well.
Titanic? Definitely.
Inviting? Not at all.
Walking down the marble staircase in my new dress, and listening to the loud 'swish' and 'clack' of my jeweled shoes, I concluded that the palace was a graveyard.
Not only was it dim, but empty, too.
A crystalline chandelier was suspended from the ceiling, giving the glossy floor a soft shimmer. Shady corridors were settled on three sides of the hall; mosaic images of tigers, panthers, and jaguars were plastered all over the walls and ceilings.
The chamber was beautiful throughout, and as I continued to probe the area, I saw a massive portrait of a young lass at the end of the first corridor.
From what I could distinguish, she was a human girl with black hair tied into a single bun, quite adorable. Her eyes appeared doleful, demure, and she was smiling. At the bottom of the painting, it was signed with a heart shape and 'Momo'.
'Is she the king's kin?'
I sauntered closer to it as Yachiru followed and pulled on my hand, asking "Hey, how do you like Las Noches? I bet there's nothing like this in Rukongai, right?"
I responded with a nod, not really listening to her, but continued gazing intently at the portrait.
It was strange to see something so light and merry sitting in the middle of the darkness, so I said to Yachiru, "Who is this girl?"
"That girl is Hinamori Momo. She used to live here." Yachiru seemed uncomfortable, and stared down at her feet. "She was also the first human I ever met."
"Oh," I replied. "The king's relative?"
"In a way, I guess…"
"What does 'in a way' mean?"
Yachiru sighed and looked up at me in an almost 'you're-going-to-regret-pressing-me-for-information' manner. She muttered, "Our highness' former lover."
I flinched.
No one ever told me anything of the king having a mistress, and I suddenly wondered how intimate the two were together.
There was a fleeting feeling within in me--jealousy, perhaps--and I instantly shook it away. At that point, although I did not feel for the king--much less love him—I could say that I felt a bit sad.
But, like I said, it was a fleeting emotion.
I turned away and ambled back down the hall with Yachiru giggling inanely: another mood swing.
"Awww, don't be jealous, Rukia-sama!" She cried cheerfully without an air of sympathy. "It's alright! Hey, if it makes you feel better, I can tell you that girl is dead! Doesn't that make you feel better?"
It didn't, but if Yachiru could rashly state something like that in an attempt to make me drown out my sorrows—well, that was Yachiru.
The day droned on as Yachiru introduced the castle's staff to me in my own room. By now, I concluded she was the head maid, and had authority over any of the servants and eunuchs. So, here is what I could draw:
Kusajishi Yachiru
One hundred and nineteen years old...
Has the appearance of a doll with the mouth of a construction worker...
Head Maid appointed by the former king of Hueco Mundo...
Loves the color pink...
Pronounces the word 'people' as 'peephole'...
Will bluntly comment on other people's sex organs...
A line of servants with gifts was packed outside the door, and they all rushed in to see me.
Honestly, I was not impressed with the organization of the staff, and I began to wonder where the king was.
A mass of flowers, chocolate boxes, and jewelry was piled on my bed as each servant entered and kissed my hand.
--It was a Hueco Mundo custom, I assumed--
Their praises of "she's so pretty" or "I love our new queen" started to tire me out, but I just sat and smiled.
However, it never hurt so much to keep my eyes open.
"Okay, peephole," Yachiru yelled, with servants still entering. "Just give her your presents and go! Hurry, hurry!"
They did as told, and I watched as a man came up to me and kissed my hand, rubbing it.
I didn't really mind it at first, since my hands were already dripping with saliva and kissed on a thousand times, until he clutched it tightly, and glared into me with violet eyes.
I stared at him, his bob cut, and the ridiculously colored feathers fastened to his head, and I wondered what kind of freak show I now had to put up with.
"Let go," I demanded, a growl under my breath as I felt my bones being compressed.
The man ignored my order and screeched, "Who the hell do you think you are? Huh?"
"I beg pardon? I am your queen—"
"I know that," he scoffed. "Ugh, your wrist is drenched in blood. How would the king want to touch you?"
Annoyed by his obduracy, I smacked his hand away and stood up.
By then, Yachiru had noticed and interrupted our little altercation, yelling, "Stop it! Stop it!"
The man stood up after me and pouted. It was awkward to see a man as handsome as him twist his face so horridly into such a feminine frown.
I couldn't help but think of it as comical, and giggle unconsciously.
--Don't misinterpret this; I was still pissed as hell--
"Rukia-sama, my apologies. Yumichika here doesn't know what the hell he's doing—"
"Wait," I cried and stepped closer to the man.
He grimaced, a painfully hilarious pout still on his face. "You're Yumichika? The eunuch?"
"That's right," he replied. His voice was a mix of a Cockney accent and prissy-sissy-whiny squeal, which I also found hilarious.
"I am the beautiful, gorgeous, fantastic Yumichika Ayasegawa, head eunuch of Las Noches Palace."
He performed a hair flip, much to my amusement.
"Some people also call me 'Yume', because I am something out of a dream, isn't that right, Yachiru?"
The little maid giggled, cupping her hands over her mouth to keep from bursting.
"Tee hee. Yumichika, that's no way to speak to our highness."
"I don't care!" Yumichika glared at me again. "She doesn't deserve our great king. Why, just look at her!"
He pointed his well-manicured finger at me.
"What's wrong with the way I look?" I asked, slightly annoyed by the childish finger pointing.
"I had to undress you this morning, and I am absolutely disgusted by your skinny, unwomanly body. You have the breasts of a man!"
I was tempted to address his absent manhood in revenge, but Yachiru took care of that.
She sighed, smirking at Yumichika. "Yume, just leave. Don't you have a crotch to stuff?"
The man snorted as another pout formed on his lips with brows furrowed. "Yachiru, I may be beautiful, but you shouldn't treat me like a piece of meat."
"Oi, shut up, peacock." A foreign voice interrupted. "And you two, keep it down. I could hear you all the from the king's chambers."
I looked down at Yachiru and Yumichika as they tilted their heads quickly in reverence to the visitor.
My eyes shifted to the door, and I saw that a man stood at the threshold, sapphire eyes glistening cooly.
His light, ice blue wisps of hair stood up like the feathers of a hawk, and his shirt was unbuttoned at the chest, revealing rock-hard pecs. Although there was something indeed frightening about this man, I couldn't say that he was not handsome. Why, my heart must have skipped a couple of beats when he caught my attention.
I blushed when he stepped nearer before me, and dropped to his knees, right hand on his heart.
He took my own hand, which was already limp, and placed a kiss at the fingertips.
"My queen," he whispered. "I am so very glad to meet you. I am Grimmjow Jeagerjaques, the commander of Hueco Mundo's royal guards. Welcome to our beloved land."
I nodded and smiled at him in approval.
"Pleasure to meet you as well, Grimmjow."
I think I might have stopped breathing when his skin brushed across mine.
--And, yes, he was that attractive--
"Nee, Grimmy-chan," Yachiru beamed as he stood. "What are you doing here?"
"Well, other than for the purpose of meeting our lovely, new queen, I came to inform you that the king wishes to accompany Rukia-sama to dinner in his quarters."
"Really? He's finally allowing others into his room?" Yumichika butted in.
"What did I just say, Ayasegawa?"
He gave another pout and shrank back.
"Our highness demands for dinner to be served by nine sharp. Kusajishi…"
Yachiru lifted her head in response.
"Supervise the kitchen staff. Ayasegawa, you will be responsible for Rukia-sama's appearance tonight. Do not complain."
Yumichika rolled his eyes and nodded. "Fine…"
"Alright, then. Both of you get to work."
The two complied and left my chamber while Grimmjow turned to me, smirking enticingly. The atmosphere all of a sudden felt very hot.
He whispered, "My apologies on their behalf, Rukia-sama. Disorder is the common result when Kusajishi and Ayasegawa are put in charge in the king's absence. I pray this incident has not spoiled your impression of Las Noches Palace."
"No," I replied, trying to hide my naive infatuation. "I like it here. I believe I have gotten quite close to the residents of this castle."
"Well, my dear queen." Grimmjow said as he kissed my hand again. " I am glad that you have. Hopefully, we'll become very close, too."
So...what did you think?
Please tell me in your reviews, and if you have any ideas for this story, give them to me, as well.
I might just consider adding them in 'Traumerei'.
Oh, and if you're all wondering if I got that "stuff your crotch" line from the Simpsons, I did.
Yes, I am unoriginal.
BTW: 'Yume'--dream
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The New Girl in Town
Hey look out fot that moving van
Driving down our streets
You better lock up your man
Before he meets
The New Girl in Town
Who just came on the scene
The New Girl in Town
Can't be more than Sixteen
And she's got a way of makin'
A boy act like a clown
Wo-oo,wo-oo,wo-oo,wo-oo
We don't know what to do
'Bout the next girl in town
The New Girl in Town