Larva...
Chapter 1: Introducing the young shinma Prince
By: Miyu
Miyu@miyu.nu
http://miyu.nu
Author's notes:
This is a story about truths, facades, and hypocrisy. This is a story about raw human emotion. This is a tale
concerning that familiar heat that flows through an individual's veins when one is in love... or engaged in
hatred.
My newest project, this story, is my take on Larva's past up until he came in contact with Miyu. I intend it to
lean more towards the TV series version, and capture the European aspect of Larva's history. I intend to
make this fanfiction one that will be hard to quit reading. ^_-
On a side note, if you are all wondering why I removed my fanfiction "Crimson" from FF.net, it's simply
because I didn't want to deal with all the controversy surrounding it and that one critical review I got that
seemed to enrage my dear, beloved readers. ^^; (I luv you all muchly~!) I hope this will be a fresh start with
minimal negativity. ^_^
...
The blade of his sword swung so fast, that all that was left in the air behind it was a trail of silver dust,
whisking away in the cool breeze of that auspicious spring evening. His toned, tall frame moved in elegant
fluidity through the mess of bodies, slashing his way effortlessly to the end, until the last man's corpse fell
behind him with a sickening thud to the cold, hard earth. He sheathed his blade nonchalantly, not even
looking behind him. He was more concerned with small patch of dust he had gotten on the breast of his
luxurious crimson velvet jacket than the countless murders that lay behind him. He brushed it off, and
glanced behind him, letting out a sigh of disapproval.
"Humans...how horrendously weak they are. This country will prove to be effortless in conquering."
The moonlight danced merrily across his beautiful features; and yet this was not the Larva that we would
come to know in the future. His demeanor spoke nothing of embracing, warm arms, or a docile calm smile. If
one were to look at him in this state, all that they would see would be a young man of no more than twenty-
two, with a startlingly handsome face that spoke of acquired wisdom that exceeded his age enormously;
and eyes that intimidated you with their cold, piercing glare.
The year is 1729, and here is where we shall jump into his life, to tell a story about a side of Larva that even
Miyu does not fully know existed.
Chapter 1: Introducing the young shinma Prince
By: Miyu
Miyu@miyu.nu
http://miyu.nu
Author's notes:
This is a story about truths, facades, and hypocrisy. This is a story about raw human emotion. This is a tale
concerning that familiar heat that flows through an individual's veins when one is in love... or engaged in
hatred.
My newest project, this story, is my take on Larva's past up until he came in contact with Miyu. I intend it to
lean more towards the TV series version, and capture the European aspect of Larva's history. I intend to
make this fanfiction one that will be hard to quit reading. ^_-
On a side note, if you are all wondering why I removed my fanfiction "Crimson" from FF.net, it's simply
because I didn't want to deal with all the controversy surrounding it and that one critical review I got that
seemed to enrage my dear, beloved readers. ^^; (I luv you all muchly~!) I hope this will be a fresh start with
minimal negativity. ^_^
...
The blade of his sword swung so fast, that all that was left in the air behind it was a trail of silver dust,
whisking away in the cool breeze of that auspicious spring evening. His toned, tall frame moved in elegant
fluidity through the mess of bodies, slashing his way effortlessly to the end, until the last man's corpse fell
behind him with a sickening thud to the cold, hard earth. He sheathed his blade nonchalantly, not even
looking behind him. He was more concerned with small patch of dust he had gotten on the breast of his
luxurious crimson velvet jacket than the countless murders that lay behind him. He brushed it off, and
glanced behind him, letting out a sigh of disapproval.
"Humans...how horrendously weak they are. This country will prove to be effortless in conquering."
The moonlight danced merrily across his beautiful features; and yet this was not the Larva that we would
come to know in the future. His demeanor spoke nothing of embracing, warm arms, or a docile calm smile. If
one were to look at him in this state, all that they would see would be a young man of no more than twenty-
two, with a startlingly handsome face that spoke of acquired wisdom that exceeded his age enormously;
and eyes that intimidated you with their cold, piercing glare.
The year is 1729, and here is where we shall jump into his life, to tell a story about a side of Larva that even
Miyu does not fully know existed.