Red Spider II
A/N: One of the aspects that inspired me to write this story is because I can't find the above pairing fics on the net. So if any of you know any good Lelouch/OC, Schneizel/OC, or V.V./OC fics, feel free to recommend them to me!
Special thanks to zaratous who followed this story!
Successors
Royal Palace, Chinese Federation
Night
Ang Mei Ti announces the reclaim of Japan that night through TV. Now, she invites investors to welcome the Japanese and help rebuild their land. This method has been embrace ever since the Chinese Federation started to explain throughout Asia. And this time too, the news are welcomed well.
The Japanese though, does not feel so happy hearing the news. To them who remains skeptical, they think that they are just going from one conquerer to another. But she will make them realize that they are wrong—and soon.
"Bìxià, yíng huí huánggōng." Your Majesty, welcome back to the Royal Palace. A man with black hair and brilliant blue eyes greets her arrival. He assists her to one of the more private guess room. The two talk along the way there.
"Mankou, zuìjìn zěnme yàng?" Mankou, how are things? The Empress asks her secretary slash head of scientist department.
"Yīqiè dōu shì yōuxiù de, Bìxià. Měi gèrén dōu zài zhǔnbèi yuǎnzhēng rìběn. Gōngxǐ nǐ chénggōng." Everything is excellent, Your Majesty. Everyone is preparing for the expedition to Japan. Congratulations on your succeed. The glassed secretary bows.
"Bù, Mankou. Wǒ rènwéi gōngxǐ shì dé tài kuàile. Wǒmen bìxū děngdài, zhídào wǒmen huīfù rìběn de dì yī gè tiáojiàn." No, Mankou. I think a congrats is much too soon. We shall wait until we restore Japan's condition first.
"Zhè zhǒng míngzhì dehuà, Bìxià. Yǒule zhège, wǒ jiù fàngxīn zài shíjī chéngshú shí, tài." Such wise words, Your Majesty. With this, I shall rest assured when the time comes, too.
A dozen palace staffs walk pass them, but not before greeting their Empress. Once they pass, Ang Mei Ti continues their conversation.
"Whatever do you mean, shūjì?" She switches to English.
"Oh, you know, Your Majesty. When you bear successors," the shūjì implies.
Folding her arms under those huge jugs she calls breasts, Ang Mei Ti replies is a less pleasant tone, "Thanks, but no thanks. I shall leave this matter to my younger siblings. My time is simply too wrapped around continent matters."
"But Your Majesty, you must. Our dynasty will need someone to take over ruling someday," Mankou presses.
"We also have Salei. Once he grows up, he can help producing successors. After all, not only is he my adopted son, but he is also my first cousin. He has as much rights as my siblings, if not less."
"But Your Majesty, you still have to continue the bloodline. Continue your family tradition."
Since the dawn of 2000, the Chinese Federation has changed the rules for its successors. Only the firstborn female of the royal blood is qualified to be the Empress. The Empress's husband becomes the Emperor, but he does not hold as much power as the true ruler. No one else but her holds the highest power over the empire.
So far, Ang Mei Ti has an adopted son named Salei. He is her only son. And although she also has a fiancé, she has no plan to marry anytime soon. Much less having children of her own.
"Perhaps it is time to expand the male concubines," Mankou mutters in thought.
"Mankou, you do know that I do not bother myself with such thing," she replies half-hearted, no longer enjoying the conversation. In fact, her face says bored all over and she doesn't even bother to hide it.
"I know, but you never really know until you try. Who knows? Perhaps one of them might peak your interest enough to make you change your mind."
They finally arrive at their destination. Mankou summarizes the technology development he has made while she is gone, filling her in with new inventions and ideas. Being the famous continent as it is, Ang Mei Ti must keep it in mind for the continent's welfare. Even when one is bored and out of mood.
In the middle of the discussion, a report comes in.
'Bìxià, wǒmen yǐjīng chénggōng de qīngchú Britanniansguò rìběn. Suīrán wǒmen réngrán yǒu fánnǎo fēnlí qízhōng de yīxiē.' Your Majesty, we have successfully clear the Britannians off Japan. Though we still have troubles separating some of them. Her first knight slash secretary, Latoa, calls through her earphone.
Latoa was left behind at Japan to take care of the reclaiming procedure.
"Zěnme huì zhèyàng?" How so?
'Yóuyú rìběn yǐjīng bèi rùqīnle zhème zhǎng de shíjiān, tāmen de yīxiē gōngmín procreated yǔ Britannians. Zhè shì hěn nán jiāng tāmen fēnkāi, yóuqí shì dāng tāmen de jiātíng chéngyuán de yībùfèn dōu chōngmǎn Britannians.' Since Japan has been invaded for such a long time, some of their citizen procreated with the Britannians. It is difficult to separate them, especially when part of their family members are full Britannians.
"Měi kǒu jǐng. Wǒmen yīnggāi gěi tāmen yīgè jīhuì. Yǒu transportal yǐ ānpáile ma?" Every well. We shall give them a chance. Has the transportal been arranged yet?
A transportal allows people to teleport to different transportal. The device stands thirty feet tall like a gate to heaven, all white and well designed. These devices are places all over across the Chinese Federation continent, and are only distributed within the continent. Aside from means to transport, it is openly used by the public for personal or even business shipment.
'Wǒmen yǐjīng chénggōng de jiāng qízhōng 10 gè zhìjīn. Wǒmen hái yǒu yīgè yuǎn de lù yào zǒu.' We have successfully placed 10 of them so far. We still have a far way to go.
"Zhè shì hǎo de. Nín zhèngzài zuò de hào wéizhǐ. Duìyú zhè jiàn shì, wǒ huì sòng zhège xiāoxī gàosù tāmen zìjǐ. Rìběn rén shízài shì tài cānyù zhè xiàng guānyú wéi yīgè dānchún de xīnwén bōbào."That is fine. You are doing good so far. Regarding this matter, I shall deliver the news to them myself. The Japanese are way too involved in this regards for a mere news broadcast. She ends the call.
"Busy again, Bìxià?" Mankou asks.
"I will be leaving the Royal Palace for a while. I trust you to handle the matters in here smoothly?"
"Surely indeed. Kě bìxià shēnghuó hé tǒngzhì de wànsuì wànsuì wàn wàn suì." May the Empress live and reign for ten thousand years, ten thousand years, ten thousand of ten thousand years. Mankou bows deep in respect as the Empress takes her leave.
"Māmā, māmā," little Salei sprints towards her in his short legs and full dress in the hallway as Ang Mei Ti is about to leave. She turns to see his thick scarlet hair bounces as he runs, and his beaded hat produces sounds when they grind together.
"Bǎobèi, what causes you to run like this?" she asks in slight concern.
Instead of answering, he lights up his arms, an adorable expression on his face. "Shǒuxiān, yǒngbào." First of, hug. Who can say no to such a heart-warming face? She welcomes him without a second doubt, wrapping her arms around his little body and lifts him up.
It really has been a while since they do this, so they cherish the short moment they have. After a few moments, Salei collects himself and goes back to a formal mode, politely asking her to place him back down.
"Māmā, wǒ tīng shuōle nǐ de tànxiǎn. Wǒ kěyǐ hé nǐ yīqǐ qù? Wǒ xiǎng gèng duō de liǎojiě tāmen, bāngzhù tāmen. Cǐwài, zhè zhēn de yīzhí yǐlái, wǒmen zuìhòu yīcì zài yīqǐ xiāomó shíguāng yīduàn shíjiān. Wǒ néng hé nǐ yīqǐ qù, hǎo ma?" Māmā, I heard about your expedition. May I come with you? I want to learn more about them and help them, too. Plus, It really has been a while since the last time we spend time together. Can I come with you, please? The five years old asks with undeniable round big eyes.
Ugh. Who can say no to such an expression. He is launching another cute attack again. He probably knows that she has such a huge soft spot for him, and will not say 'no' to such an expression.
Ang Mei Ti spends too much time in thought, and now that adorable pleading face has turns into a sad puppy dog face. There is zero chance she will say 'no' now. Double ugh!
"Very well, bǎobèi." It troubles her to allows her only son at such a mirthless place, but she has no choice. He has to start learning from somewhere, and she would rather have him at somewhere in her line of sight. "But you must promise to not wonder around and always stay by my side. In return, I will take you to everywhere I go during this expedition."
Hearing her words, that sad facial expression takes a sudden turn. He is smiling happily now, just like a little angel. Hóngsè xiǎo tiānshǐ. Her little red angel.
"Promise?" He holds out his pinky, in which she takes and entwine hers with.
"Promise," she vows smiling back.
A/N: This is a response to a guest review left on the previous chapter.
Ramos: I'm going to be pretty straightforward, stories with characters OP usually are quite predictable, mediocre and sometimes meaningless.
I can hardly read or see some of them completed, there are some that are 7 chapters but most don't make it past the third, generally because development of the characters is lacking and the dialogues are weak.
And when you kill a character who is wanted by the fans, in this case the Nunally, you have to have a justification of why she had to die.
I think your story is of the type where the oc character violent WINS everything they want, as you imagine are perfect in everything, has superpowers, are smart, have harem, always win, never commit mistake and has an unbeatable army and his history has everything that to fill out this category.
Stella Purple:
All of this misunderstanding would have been cleared if you have read the author's note on chapter 1. Nonetheless, let me clear it up again:
(1) Since the OCs are based on an existing book series, their back story and characterization have became pretty solid.
(2) If I do not complete this story, it would be mostly because of the lack of general interest from readers.
(3) To be fair, I did give a warning about character deaths. This is not a story-by-demand, so if this is not your cup of tea, then it just isn't.
(4) Although that is my favorite type of writing, there will be ups and downs on the heroine's life, just to make it interesting.
(5) Lastly, I don't know if you are doing it consciously or not, but leaving a comment as a 'guest' so I can't reply to you directly leaves a pretty general perception: You're concerned of hearing my reply.